ARSiN Art Productions
Pack Number Four
. April 1998 Anno Domini
The Read Me .NFO File by Dead Piranha
Sometimes an artpack just aint an
artpack unless one of the cheeseheads
from the group types some big long
rambling text file for you to read.
This isnt one of those times.
. No sir, this here bunch of words before
you serves a purpose, by crackie. And
as soon as I, the author, discover what
that purpose is, why Ill just pass that
information right on to you, the reader.
. But until then I guess youll just have
. . to wade through my poorly crafted prose
. in the hopes of coming across some gem
of enlightenment.
Puick. Id like to start by saying a few words about puick. This is the
purest, most refined little distillation of comedy ever conceived by mere
mortals. Within the five letters of this tiny word lies an entire universe of
humor, the greater part of which will remain untapped long past the eventual
demise of the human race. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow
of Duh, I shall fear no evil, for I carry with me the power of PUICK.
Neuticles. I want Neuticlestm merchandise and propaganda. Neuticles make me
happy. Not because I like to play with simulation gonads, but for some other
reason, which is just as valid, that I cant seem to put my finger on at the
moment. Please, everyone, go to www.neuticles.com. Order all the crap you can
and then mail it to me, and I will give you four cents on the dollar for it.
Just think, a keychain with a big whitish jellybean on it. People come up to
you and ask, Hey, what flavor jellybean is that? and you say, Ha ha ha,
thats no jellybean, friend -- its a Neuticle! Then you both share a long,
hearty laugh and go about your business. Such an exchange could be repeated
indefinitely among daily passers-by.
GR33Tz. Well, some people dont like it when the group coordinator doesnt
give GR33Tz and shout-outs in the text files, so here goes. Uh...
Dead Piranha - You Are the Big Dickinest Nigga in de Woild
Panthro Chung - Damn, is that your face or a week-old bowl of Berry Berry Kix?
King Sting - You are the third dude in this list!
Blah... well, there you have it. Im going to spank my monkey now. Thank you.
Dead Piranha takes a Monkey Spanking Break...
ARSiN. I have no idea why anyone reading this would be remotely interested in
the mind-numbing history of ARSiN, but if you insist, I guess Ill tell you.
Just promise youll stop hurting me. Loosen the ropes and Ill even use some
adjectives. Ooh, thats better. Okay, where was I? Oh yeah. Eestry.
Well, in the fall of 1995 I was living in a worthless little snakepit called
Trinidad, in southern Colorado. All I had to preserve my sanity were my links
to the civilization I left behind: BBS phone numbers from home. So I was
calling around, piling up a giant phone bill, and eventually I got a few people
together in a group we called the Disciples of Homer DoH!. We put out four
packs, which were extremely mediocre, and then I turned coordination of the
group over to a guy in Florida named ANiLOG. He pretty much dropped the ball
and that was the end of DoH!. Later on when Id moved back home and started
BBSing again, I was doing ANSIs for local sysops under the label ARSiN just
because it went with the pyro theme of my board back then. For a long time
ARSiN was just me, using whatever handle I liked that week. Anyway, fast
forward because this isnt my life story. Here I am in the Great Central
Valley of California, practically brought to tears by the state of the BBSing
community here, still doing ANSIs. Only this time, I actually told somebody
else about ARSiN, and got some people to pitch in.
The End
by Dead Piwanha
Age Tree Anna Half Years Old
So Anyway, quit reading this garbage and go check out some of the artwork.
I swear to God, this is the last time I do one of these stupid .NFO things.
Pack Number Four
. April 1998 Anno Domini
The Read Me .NFO File by Dead Piranha
Sometimes an artpack just aint an
artpack unless one of the cheeseheads
from the group types some big long
rambling text file for you to read.
This isnt one of those times.
. No sir, this here bunch of words before
you serves a purpose, by crackie. And
as soon as I, the author, discover what
that purpose is, why Ill just pass that
information right on to you, the reader.
. But until then I guess youll just have
. . to wade through my poorly crafted prose
. in the hopes of coming across some gem
of enlightenment.
Puick. Id like to start by saying a few words about puick. This is the
purest, most refined little distillation of comedy ever conceived by mere
mortals. Within the five letters of this tiny word lies an entire universe of
humor, the greater part of which will remain untapped long past the eventual
demise of the human race. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow
of Duh, I shall fear no evil, for I carry with me the power of PUICK.
Neuticles. I want Neuticlestm merchandise and propaganda. Neuticles make me
happy. Not because I like to play with simulation gonads, but for some other
reason, which is just as valid, that I cant seem to put my finger on at the
moment. Please, everyone, go to www.neuticles.com. Order all the crap you can
and then mail it to me, and I will give you four cents on the dollar for it.
Just think, a keychain with a big whitish jellybean on it. People come up to
you and ask, Hey, what flavor jellybean is that? and you say, Ha ha ha,
thats no jellybean, friend -- its a Neuticle! Then you both share a long,
hearty laugh and go about your business. Such an exchange could be repeated
indefinitely among daily passers-by.
GR33Tz. Well, some people dont like it when the group coordinator doesnt
give GR33Tz and shout-outs in the text files, so here goes. Uh...
Dead Piranha - You Are the Big Dickinest Nigga in de Woild
Panthro Chung - Damn, is that your face or a week-old bowl of Berry Berry Kix?
King Sting - You are the third dude in this list!
Blah... well, there you have it. Im going to spank my monkey now. Thank you.
Dead Piranha takes a Monkey Spanking Break...
ARSiN. I have no idea why anyone reading this would be remotely interested in
the mind-numbing history of ARSiN, but if you insist, I guess Ill tell you.
Just promise youll stop hurting me. Loosen the ropes and Ill even use some
adjectives. Ooh, thats better. Okay, where was I? Oh yeah. Eestry.
Well, in the fall of 1995 I was living in a worthless little snakepit called
Trinidad, in southern Colorado. All I had to preserve my sanity were my links
to the civilization I left behind: BBS phone numbers from home. So I was
calling around, piling up a giant phone bill, and eventually I got a few people
together in a group we called the Disciples of Homer DoH!. We put out four
packs, which were extremely mediocre, and then I turned coordination of the
group over to a guy in Florida named ANiLOG. He pretty much dropped the ball
and that was the end of DoH!. Later on when Id moved back home and started
BBSing again, I was doing ANSIs for local sysops under the label ARSiN just
because it went with the pyro theme of my board back then. For a long time
ARSiN was just me, using whatever handle I liked that week. Anyway, fast
forward because this isnt my life story. Here I am in the Great Central
Valley of California, practically brought to tears by the state of the BBSing
community here, still doing ANSIs. Only this time, I actually told somebody
else about ARSiN, and got some people to pitch in.
The End
by Dead Piwanha
Age Tree Anna Half Years Old
So Anyway, quit reading this garbage and go check out some of the artwork.
I swear to God, this is the last time I do one of these stupid .NFO things.
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