From: David Hibbs (midnite@iastate.edu) Subject: A REAL LIFE HORROR STORY This is the Real Life story of a good friend of mine, now retired from the Jihad (or at least without access to the group) about why he fights against B'harni. I think it's scary enough for most anyone... --Samhain Date: Fri, 1 Sep 1995 09:35:04 -0300 (ADT) From: The Dragon Subject: Why Did I start fighting? I'm here to tell you all a VERY horrible story. One that is both scary, and a TRUE Real Life story. It has to deal with my cousin, who was 5 at the time, and a B'harne junkie... ---- Begin story.txt ---- Well, the day started out fine, I woke up, had a shower, ate, the usual type of day. Then the phone rang. I picked it up with the usual greet ("Speak to me."). It was my aunt, she wanted me to come over, and watch my five year old cousin while she went to work. I naturally took the opportunity to spend time with my cousin, and said "ok". The horror did not begin when I got there, instead of B'harne being on the tv, my cousin was playing the super nintendo. I figured cool five years old, and whipping some mighty tail in supercontra, today is gonna be great. Little did I know that hell was about to be unleashed 40 minutes later. (thank god for metallica, massive sugar-peanutbutter-chocolate chip sandwiches (as unheathy as it gets[tm]), and the most videogrpahic packed game out there for computer, the Rise of the robots.) About 40 minutes after my aunt had left the house, Jamie (My cousin) and I were playing the SNES, and listeneing to Metallica (Yes I had brought the tape, and the little guy LOVED that tape.). I hadn't eaten scince 10:00 am and it was 12:00pm and I was hungry, I saked Jamie what he wanted for lunch, he said that he wanted spaghetti-o's. I thought to myself, thats definately my cousin :) (I used to love those things). Everything was going fine, and I had NO IDEA what was about to transpose. He was getting restless, and wanted to watch some tv. I thought ok, a few hours of sesame street, what can it hurt? Boy was I dead wrong. Sesame street it wasn't. He turned on the first tape, and started talking along with it.... He was totally entranced. It was horrible. I had to watch over my cousin at all times (He is a hemopheliac.) and therefore, I could not leave him in that room alone, or I certainly would have. After about 40 minutes of this damn show, and that annoying song, I had had enough. I looked at my cousin, and said, well thats enough tv for now, maybe we can watch a movie later.... Naturally, being a junkie of B'harne, the kid threw a rip-roarin fit. I was not impressed. Thats when I knew that that hellwyrm had a hold of my cousin. I was set to kill. I told my aunt what that show was teaching her kid, but to no avail. Later on before she finally drove me home, I heard her singing that insipid song "I love you." with Jamie. before I left, Jamie had to go to bed. (He wouldn't go to bed if I left, don't ask me why.) His mother tried to get him to go to bed, and he started crying, and saying that "Barney doesn't go to bed. why do I have to?" (yes people, he seriously said this) worse yet, he acutally ran into the kitchen, and grabbed a KNIFE, (Yes im totally serious) and was running through the house singing "I Love you you love me." I was apalled. When we finally got that knife from the kid (I ended up with a cut on my hand, as I wrenched it out of his hand), his mother put him to bed, and went in, and read a B'harne book to him, acting ike nothing had happened at all. (Meanwhile, my hand is bleeding like a stuck pig.) Finally, my uncle Tim arrived. Me and my patched up hand got driven home, and payed extra because of what had happened. All I can say is that It was one of the most horrifying experiences of my life, Thank , my uncle Tim loved Heavy metal. Once inside my house, I immediately made 3 huge PeanutButter-Sugar-Chocolate Chip sandwiches. (Disgusting, but effective.) I also drank an ENTIRE 2 LITRES of Pepsi Max, and played Rise Of The Robots (Cd-Rom Game) on my computer, whilst listening to the most thrash metal I could find from my collection. Talk about despongification eh? [tm] Anyways in september of 94, I got my student account at UNB Fredericton. Naturally, I loved the internet, as I am a computer programmer, and see so many possibilities (If it wasn't so damn slow :). My friend Sean Dunphy (Also a student at UNBF) told me about a newsgroup alt.barney.dinosaur.die.die.die. Naturally, I had to see what this was about. I read a few articles, lurked, and finally, asked the big question. I got in as Praetor Dragon of OPPS. I had left the Jihad (And was even declared an enemy) previously for a few months, due to circumstances beyond my control, but under the control of that meglomanoiac we all hate as much as B'harne himself. Now Im back, Im arch Praetor of OPPS, and Im a Jihaddi in good standing once again. (note for this, I thank Morgenna (May your life get a lot better.), and FoxGlov (Damn, we used to be at each others throats, and now we are friends Strange eh?), and Arsenal, and Dow (You never left me standing in the cold man. Thanks), and NeonWiz, and Samhain, And HiPaladin. {insert other Jihaddi here}) Thats about all I have to say. These are TRUE horrors. Everything I just said happened EXACTLY like that. I am most enraged that that fiend has his plushie talons on my cousins brain. I am also most enraged at my aunt and uncle for the poor parenting they have given this child. I wasn't raised like that. I know family values. I know right from wrong, and I KNOW you don't run with a knife.. Its common sense to teach your children these things. I know my children shall NOT ever be revealed to that workings of that Vile thing. I don't ever want my children exposed to such garbage. May we rid the world of the Vile pestilence that is B'harne (While we are at it, lets destroy all his henchmen too ;^)' The Dragon MHM 7x9 Arch Praetor of the JAO OPPS (Email me for info on how to get in.) Member of the Kindred children of the Night Ensign Dragon of TRES Member of the Blood Jihad Army/Airforce division. Programmer in Chief for Nuclear Winter Entertainment Inc. and the Nuclear Winter Demo Group. s3sa@jupiter.csd.unb.ca