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- Arc's INFERNO
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- Apparently,Peter (-=Aaargh,it's PoLaRiS from now on everybody!=-) is writing
- an article about HELL,and I just thought you might like to know ARC's personal
- definition of hell.No? Well fuck off and read the national geographic.
-
- Right,now,I've already died in a tragic spaghetti eating accident,and due to
- the fact that I pirated a copy of Golden Axe,and the fact that I'm an agnostic,
- I'm going to hell.Okay,well,I get there,right,and I'm in the traditional fire
- and brimstone etc,and ahead is a corridor.Over to the left are some catholics
- getting toasted.
- Over to the right are millions of Nintendos with Super Mario Bros Land World 24
- jammed into the cartridge port.So,I go down the corridor and arrive at a junct-
- ion.Suddenly,a handicapped person leaps out and headbutts me in the face.
- I lie there in pain for a few minutes,and then I hear footsteps coming up the
- corridor.I look up and there is an ST owner.(I can tell he's an ST owner be-
- cause of the fact that he is a little spotty git,he has a white stain on the
- crotch of his trousers,but mostly the fact that he has an atari logo totooed on
- his forehead.)He starts going on that the ST is better than the Amiga,and how
- the Amiga is a games machine.Just as I am telling him to fuck off,he hits me!
- with a MIDI interface and I pass out.I wake up and look around.Then I realise
- that I am in my room,and there is my trusty amiga.I load up DPaint and attempt
- to draw something.
- I then realise that I CAN'T DRAW ANYMORE! (WHAT DO YOU MEAN,ANYMORE?-Ed)(coders
- and musicians note that graphicians live in constant fear of "losing it" see
- "inspiration is gone") After a few hours I hit the table in frustration and the
- Amiga crumbles into dust,and I am in the corridor again.I then hear the faint
- sound of dah dah da da da da da....and realise in horror that someone is play-
- ing 2 Unlimited.Aaaaargh!I run down the corridor but unfortunately,the corridor
- is infinite at the moment,and I soon get knackered.I lie there helplessly,and
- suffer untold brain damage out of listening to rave music.Eventually,it stops,
- and a lift door appears.Aha! perhaps an escape! I step into the lift and look
- at the panel type thing.Hmmm let's see....1.Computer section,that must be this
- floor.Hmm,that looks good,7.War Criminals,mass murderers and other diskzine
- editors. Right,going down.
- I step out of the lift which vanishes behind me,and I look along the tunnel.A
- lot of people are frozen alive in big ice cubes.On one row is Jusas Iscariot,
- and Adolf Hitler,the editor of the Sun, and look,there's Jack Tramiel! On the
- other side is a telephone directory sized book,with the title "Index of persons
- or otherwise,kept in the seventh level of hell for tax purposes." Opening this
- up,I look up Beadle,Jeremy....Hmmm...aha!It says:Beadle,Jeremy:Reincarnated as
- a Salman Rushdie lookalike in the middle of Iran,14 Feb 1989
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- As I`m supposed to give Peter this in two hours I`ll have to continue this at a
- later date.Maybe.
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- 2 B Continued
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