Keep your stupid questions to your stupid self.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

SHUT UP OR STAND UP!


A fragment. Transcribed from a cassette tape recording made at a seance in 1973.


"I PICK THE GOD DAMN terror of the fucking gods out of my nose! Pardon my language. But YEEEEEHAW, let the sons of God and man bear witness! Even in the belly of the Thunderbird I've been casting out the False Prohets; I'm busting a gut and blowing my O-ring, and ripe to throw a loaf! For I speak only the fucking Truth, and never in my days have I spoken other than! For my every utterance is a lie, including this very one you hear! I say, `Fuck'em if they can't take a joke!' By God, `Anything for a laugh', I say. I am the last remaining Homo Correctus, I am the god damn Man of the Future! I'll drive a mile so as not to walk a foot; I am a human being of the first god damn water! Yes, I'm the javalina humping junkie that jumped the Men from Mars! I drank the Devil under seven tables, I am too intense to die, I'm insured for acts o' God and Satan! I was shanghaied by bodiless fiends and alien jews from a corporate galaxy, and got away with their hubcaps! I cannot be tracked on radar! I wear nothing uniform, I wear no god damn uniform! Yes baby, I'm 23 feet tall and have 13 rows o' teats; I was suckled by a triceratops, I gave the Anti-Virgin a high-protien tonsil wash! I'm a bacteriological weapon, I armed and loaded! I'm a fission reactor, I fart plutonium, power plants are fueled by the sweat from my brow; when they plug me in, the lights go out in Hong Kong! I weigh 666 pounds in zero gravity, come and get me! I've sired retarded space bastards across the Cosmos, I cook and eat my dead; YAH-HOOOO, I'm the Unshaven Thorn Tree of the Atlantis Zoo! I pay no taxes! The Devil's hands are my ideal playground! I hold the Seven-Bladed Windbreaker; the wheels that turn are behind me; I think backwards! I do it for fun! My imagination is a fucking cancer and I'll pork it before it porks me! The say a godzillion is the highest number there is. Well by God! I count to a godzillion and one! Yes, I'm the purple flower of Hell County, give me wide berth; when I drop my drawers, Mother Nature swoons! I use a python for a prophylactic; I'm thicker, harder and meaner than the Alaskan Pipeline, and carry more spew! I'll freeze your seed before it hits the bathroom tile! YEE! YEEE! I kidnapped the future and ransomed it for the past, I made Time wait up for me to bleed my lizard! My infernal breath wilts the Tree of Life, I left my spoor on the Rock of Ages, who'll tear flesh with me, who'll spill their juice? Who'll gouge with me, whose candle will I fart out? Whoop! I'm ready! So step aside, all you butt-lipped, neurotic, insecure bespectacled slabs o' wimp meat! I'm a Crime Fighting Master Criminal, I am Not Insane! I'm a screamer and a laugher, I make a spectacle of myself, I am a sight! My physical type cannot be classified by science, my `familiar' is a pterodactyl, I feed it dipshits! I communicate without wires or strings! I am a Thuggee, I am feared in the Tongs, I have the Evil Eye, I carry the Mojo Bag; I swam the Bermuda Triangle and didn't get wet! I circumcize dinosaurs with my teeth and make 'em leave a tip; I change tires with my tongue and my tool! Every night I hock up a lunger and extinguish the Sun! I'm the bigfooted devil of Level 14, who'll try to blow me down? I've packed the brownies of the gods, I leak the Plague from my nether parts, opiates are the mass of my religion, I take drugs! Yes, I'm a rip-snorter, I cram coca leaves right into my arm-veins before they're picked off the tree! Space monsters cringe at my tread! I wipe the Pyramides off my shoes before I enter my house. I'm fuel-injected, I'll live forever and remember it afterwords! I'm immune! I'm radioactive! Come on and give me cancer, I'll spit up the tumor and butter my bread with the juice! I'm supernatural, I bend crowbars with my meat ax and a thought! My droppings bore through the earth and erupt volcanoes in China! Yes, I can drink more wine and stay soberer than all the heathen Hindoos in Asia! YEEE HAW! Gut Blowout! I am a Moray Eel, I am a Komodo Dragon, I am the Killer Whale bereft of its pup! I have a triple backbone, I was sired by the Wolf Man, give me all your Slack! I told Jesus I wouldn't go to church and He shook my hand! I have my own personal saviors, I change 'em every hour, I don't give a fuck if there's life after death, I want to know if there's even any fucking Slack after death! I am a god damn visionary, I see the future and the past in comic books and wine bottles; I eat black holes for breakfast! I bend my genes and whittle my DNA with the sheer force of my mighty will! I steer my own god damn evolution! I ran 'em out of Heaven and sold it to Hell for a profit! I'm enlightened, I achieved `Nirvana' and took it home with me. Yip, yip, YEEEEEEE! I'm so ugly the Speed of Light can't slow me down and Gravity won't tug at my cuffs! When the Rapture comes, I'll make 'em wait! They'll never clean my cage! Now give me some more of..."


(Tape runs out.)



CotSG

[agent compassion]

Now that is one solid block of text.

Yeah. I like the first part best:

I, _______________
do hereby swear to embrace chaos, to disrupt the sedentary status quo at all costs, to fight the manipulative regulation of government and social norm. I will engage the narrow-minded and expose them for their ignorance.

F&*$ the status quo!

Last night I saw a brilliant costume. It was a woman wearing a dress made of personal ads screened onto the fabric of the dress itself. Below that she wore a jaked campaign sign. The original sign said "One Man, One Woman, Yes on 36."(36 would amend Oregon's constitution to ban gay marriage and straight remarriage after divorce.) She had changed it to "One Man, One Woman, Yes on 69."  

[Bob the Mediocre]

36 would amend Oregon's constitution to ban gay marriage and straight remarriage after divorce.

Whoever thought that up... I give em credit for trying to turn the clock back to the 1500s or so...

I do like the costume, though.

[Horab Fibslager]

unless we increase the status quo to critical masss, we'll never make any headway!

[agent compassion]

unless we increase the status quo to critical masss, we'll never make any headway!

Hmm. No, see, the problem is FEAR. When you create an institution that is self-perpetuating it begins to recruit. It preys on the people's natural fear of being "outside" and "alone" and it envelops them within itself. The status quo can expand and engorge itself forever on the fear of the needy. People need to learn that they are not food!

[Horab Fibslager]

adn that's why we must reach critical mass.

or else only a limited number of people will learn as such, whiel the masses remain in a state of ear and loathing.

[agent compassion]

i don't think so....before we meet critical mass the peer pressure exuded by the status quo will absorb anyone seeking freedom....what we need is to offer them something better than the false safety of the status quo and the mass mind....

[East Coast Hustle]

the NSRA would be willing to lease the revolution some of our "comfort girls" for a nominal fee....that oughtta get the attention of the sheep.....

[Horab Fibslager]

i don't think so....before we meet critical mass the peer pressure exuded by the status quo will absorb anyone seeking freedom....what we need is to offer them something better than the false safety of the status quo and the mass mind....

the mass mind is a fact of nature. it's the well from whence we spring(our conciousnesses. stopping minds from leakign into one another is like trying to make febreze suck, it just aint gonn ahappen.

as for status quo, well there isno status quo. adnthat's the exact and precise reason that those thsoe who seek to change it are frustrated, because it changes itself, as a matter of mass boredom and marketing genius.

critcial mass. - ok, lemme put it this way, you've got 40 tonnes of impure uranium sitting int he ground. it's generating enough radiation heat to keep the the matter around it molten right? now purify it and take 40 pounds of the stuff and stick it together. you'bve got critical mass resulting in a chain reaction, a synergetic effect which results in an effect that is greater than what would have been achieved by the impure or lesser amount of pure ore combined.

same thing with foolishness we ahve now. right now we'v got enough radiant material (the masses ) to heat shit up, btu no chain reaction. purify that into some badass shittybuzz foolishnesss, and you've got critical mass resulting in a chain reaction. faith can move mountains.

now you're askign yourself why woudl i want to move in that direction than the other? well right now we've been moving in thedirection(more or less- as i will explain) that hippies and idealists liek yourself would prefer. believe it or not. but the whoel while we're moving in that direction ont ehsurface, we're moving in teh exact opposite direction ont eh foudnation. so thatif the surface actually gets to where it's going, it's still fuct because here we've got no foundation.

see also- i ching(many of the hexagrams things have the foudnation, top dynamic as the basis for it's stuff)
and gundam wing(where world peace is achieved through world domination- the people are brought to the brink of their desturction by the alpha males and are guided as such to not want war anymore- thothe gundam wing example may be slightly oversimplified and maybe jsut a little fantastic.)

[East Coast Hustle]

isn't this the questions thread?

[Horab Fibslager]

i sit? you knwo soem of my greatest stuff in soemwhere in this and other game threads.

foolish aint it?

[Slarti]

is it just me, or do i have one more + than horab? does that make me leeter than him?

[Horab Fibslager]

maybe it does. maybe it doesn't can you headshot soemone by aiming at their stomach?

because apparently i can...

[Slarti]

maybe it does. maybe it doesn't can you headshot soemone by aiming at their stomach?

because apparently i can...

maybe if the rifle kicks an insane amount up and the lag is crazy long.

[Horab Fibslager]

i think itwas a case of funky hit boxes combined with lag. cs:source is goofy like that.