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- = F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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- Red Casino
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- <Knock> <Knock>
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- "What's your name?" Yelled a deep damanding voice through
- the small hole in the large metalic door.
- "Mr. O." Replied the tall skanky man with dark brown hair.
- His cheep ugly three piece suit almost made you want to shoot
- him right there.
- "What's the password O?" Questioned the man behind the
- door useing a more relaxed voice this time.
- "Orange Sidewalk." Convincingly replied the sickining man.
- "Alright, Come on in." Grunted the death butler. As the
- door opens you can see a glimpse of the man, he reminds you a
- lot of Mike Tyson. You quickly make a mental note that what
- you are about to do had better work or you will probably be
- dead within the next two minutes.
- <Nock> <Nock> <Nock>
- "What's your name?" He yelled, almost sounding annoyed.
- "Mr. T." You say in a calm, almost chilling voice.
- "Well what's the password T?" He asks, trying to play a
- tough guy.
- "Orange Sidewalk." As the words leave your mouth you can
- hear the door man shiver from your voice.
- "You may enter." This time he almost sounded polite. You
- turn around before entering. Good, no more visitors.
-
- As you exit the hallway, the Casino opens up for you.
- Nothing catches your eye as being unique. Just the usual sight
- one would see in a private Casino. Poker, 21, Roulette, and
- Craps. Two tables for each game. Most of the people are hung
- around the second craps table. Someone must be winning it big.
- You see the same ammount of whores you would normaly see in a
- place like this. About two for every lucky winner. Only a
- handful of women are actually gambling. Their husbands must
- have died recently.
- You walk over towards the first Roulette table. There are
- about ten people hanging around it already. Of those ten,
- three women are hanging around three of the guys. You quickly
- look down at the table. Two of those men have what appears to
- be $500,000 total bet on black. The other has about $50,000 on
- 00 and about $140,000 on red. The other two men at the table
- are not even worth mentioning.
- "New bet," you quitely say as you take the last seat at
- the end of the table. You say it just loud enough for everyone
- at the table to hear what you have said, but not loud enough
- for anyone to have taken a notice to you. You pull out
- $10,000, the minimum bet, and place it on red. It is such a
- small ammount that no one pays any attention to you.
- "All bets final." Says the man behind the wheel as if he
- were hosting an auction. He spins the roulette wheel like a
- professional. He then tosses a silver metal ball on the
- outside of the wheel, it rolls in the oposite direction that
- the wheel is turning. The ball falls onto the spaces, and
- after hopping around for ten seconds it drops on a red space.
- The number of the square is completely irrelavent.
- After Mr. Auctionier announces the space he gives you and
- the man sitting next to you, wearing a white suit and some
- blond slut, your winnings. You notice her sad attempt at a
- sexy smile. The two men who had bet on black are now swearing
- and yelling. As the two men walk away, you hear one crying as
- he exists the Casino. That is a very lucky man. The other one
- walks over to one of the Poker tables. On his way over he
- turns to the woman that was strung out on him a second ago and
- mentions something about being better at poker. The other
- women transfers herself to the second Craps table you noticed
- on your way in.
- A new man in a bizzare green outfit replaces the seat of
- Mr. Super-Poker-Man and says "New bet," in the best used car
- sales man impression he could conjure. You don't take notice
- to what he betted on, it doesn't matter to you at all. You
- collect all your money from the table.
- "Are you through sir?" the spinner says in the most
- whiny suck-up voice you have heard all day. You are going to
- enjoy this.
- "No. I will be finished when there are no more black
- spaces on the wheel," you reply to him, giving him a cold
- glare. He returns the look with a face of complete confusion.
- His face then disolves into utter happiness when you remove a
- five inch stack of $100 bills from the inside of your trench
- coat and toss them onto red. The bills spread across the
- betting space completely covering it. You feel a stare.
- Looking over your right shoulder you notice the bimbo grinning
- at you. She imediately turns her head away completely losing
- her smile after you produce the coldest stare you posibly can.
- "Very well indeed. All bets final," he says in his most
- chearful voice yet.
- Once again he tosses the ball onto the wheel. Bouncing
- past reds, black, and even green the ball reflects a ceiling
- light into your eye. The wheel slows down and you can already
- see where it is going to land. Everything is going exactly how
- you planned it. Confirming your wishes the silver ball
- finally rests on a black space. You can hear sighs from
- everyone at the table except for that bitch standing next to
- you, she just seems to snicker at you, she will be second.
- "I am sorry sir. Are you going to continue in the game?"
- He questions you as though you have money flying out your
- britches.
- "Yes. I have one final bet I would like to make." As your
- words fall silent and the seven bodies around you grow quiet
- and still, they await to see the next ammount of money you
- will pull from your coat. Reaching in you feel the coldness of
- what you were looking for. You pull out a silver and bronze
- object no bigger than the silver ball that was just spinning
- around the roulette wheel. You take a look at your watch.
- "Red!" you shout as you toss it into the air so that it
- will land on the wheel. As everyone is watching the bullet,
- tryin to determine what it is, no one notices you pull out
- your two black 9mms. You put the first one just far enough
- away from the sluts head so that she won't know it is there.
- The second one you point directly at Mr. Auctionieer. As the
- bullet lands on the wheel, you see it on red.
- "I win." You calmly say as you fire one of the guns at
- the annoying bastard behind the wheel. Before his body starts
- falling onto the wheel you fire the other gun so that the
- whores head explodes into a red flaming mess. You then shoot
- the next man in line, he would have had the unfortunate
- opportunity of having to sleep with that cunt you just blew
- away. You point the other gun towards the entrance expecting
- the guard to have responded to the shootings by now. He
- doesn't get more than two steeps before blood fills his eyes
- from the newly formed hole in his forehead.
- After that it doesn't matter who is next. You just start
- plugging away. Not one bullet is wasted. Everytime you pull
- the trigger on your nine someone dies. You only have to reload
- a couple times, which doesn't matter anyways because no one
- even knows where you are even if they wanted to attack you.
- There was just too much chaos going on, and you are loving
- every minute of it, until everyone is apparently dead.
- You take another look down at your watch and notice that
- only five minues have passed. Grabbing your money off the table
- you notice that the blood of the roulette spinner has filled
- all the spaces on the wheel.
- "They are all red now, and I am finished," you laugh to
- yourself.
- On your way out you notice that Mr. O, the man who
- entered right before you, is crying in a corner of the Casino.
- You look around for anyone else, but see no one left alive.
- Although you would love to splatter blood all over his ugly
- face you remember the promise you made to yourself. He looks
- up at you.
- "Please...... Don't shoot me!!" He cries to you.
- "I won't," are your final words as you continue your
- pursuit to the exit of the Casino. As you pass him by you take
- a white card out of your coat and toss it on the ground in
- front of him. Making your way outside you go to your black
- Honda just down the street. Before entering you take out the
- fake money in your coat and throw it around the street,
- screaming the most evil laugh you have ever been able to
- create.
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- Back at the Casino Mr. O finally gets enough courage to
- look down at the white card you had tossed in front of him.
- Picking the card up in his shaking hand he makes out the words
- "Mr. Tricko"
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