- ---+--------+ slinky edition number 01 - released 01/03/96 +--------+--- -
. .aa.gh... .
. ..zaxx ------ xxaz.. .
- ---+ i, belial by, zippy
i, belial, having been born to a family of yodelling hoovers, six
generations removed from the sinkhole from which we were removed, and being
of medicated status, and never really knowing what is real and what is not,
am here to tell you about television and the radio, and how these magical
devices have changed the way my family eats din-din, and how our pets watch
too, and sleep tightly at night, dreaming about stevie nicks hair and
wondering what might really be at the bottom of it, and living in great fear
of god, country, and albums by glam-r0kk bands from the mid-eighties, am
here to show you my collection of meanderings, meaningless and mundane, but
not so much moreso than what anyone else has to say, for what i say i know
is right, even if you can prove me otherwise. thus, these words are for me,
and for you, but not your little sister, because shes only still reading
nancy drew books, and shes not to the part where the criminal is discovered
and confesses to his misdeeds.
- ---+ editorial by, belial +-----------------------------------------+--- -
i suppose since this is the first issue of slinky, youre waiting to
read some boring, lame, and redundant introduction - i wouldnt want to
let you down or anything.
im not the coal in your stocking.
there are probably a million little questions about slinky doing the
polka and singing spanish folk songs in your head right now - then again.
ill begin by telling you what slinky is.
it all began about a month ago. i was sitting on zines, depressed,
thinking about how much of a waste irc actually is when i realized that i
didnt like the name of my old zine klunk anymore. it only took me six
issues to figure that out, im so smart. anyway, i started asking around,
looking for a new zine name.
rad - radioactive aardvark dung. this was from mercuri. i turned
it down. however, the name did not go to waste. mercuri used the name and
created his own zine.
bmc - belials menstrual cycle. another name from mercuri. even
though my menstrual cycle is pretty cool, i didnt think it would make a
good zine title. eh.
slinky - cerkit gave me this name. at first i didnt really like
it, but after a while i changed my mind. so here we are.
hey look, its a zine. look mitor, the obvious.
what you will find in slinky.
we just love short stories, we cant get enough. it doesnt matter
if they are humorous, serious, pornographic, or just plain pointless, we
take them all.
we also have a thing for poetry. unlike a lot of zines, we will
accept poetry. if its good, we might even use it.
another thing we encourage, and accept are plays. the play is a very
important part of literature and it is something that i feel is missing from
the zine scene.
you might even, occasionally, come upon an essay, informative
article, or a rant.
anything else?
probably, but ill leave the rest for you to find out on your own.
like most magazines, slinkys success is dictated by the number and
by the quality of its submissions.
to submit a piece of your writing to slinky, you must contact either
cerkit or myself. the easiest way to contact both of us is through irc. we
usually spend countless hours of useless, wasted time in zines. another
pretty simple way to contact us is through internet email.
belial - b3lial@cybercomm.net
cerkit - klevanp1@lasalle.edu
the best, but maybe not the cheapest way to contact me is to call my
bbs, avalon, at 908 739/4274. i can also be found visiting mogels board,
that stupid place, at 215 985/0462.
all writing given to slinky is subject to my editing, including all
of those good things such as grammer, justification, spelling, etc. also,
once a piece of writing is given to slinky, it remains the property of
slinky. we have already had one case in which an author wanted to take
their writing back. it wasnt a big problem, but i would like to avoid this
situation in the future. uhm.
hint. hint. heh.
this is just so dandy.
not to alienate the bbs community, but we decided not to go through
the big hassle of having a distribution site and hq in every country and
region on the planet.
can i be the oz hq? - spl
if you are looking for slinky, then try these boards, they will
always have the latest issue.
avalon - 908 739/4274
that stupid place - 215 985/0462
alderaan - 908 224/8780
on the internet, we dont have anything set up yet, but we are
working on getting a good ftp site and a www page.
t-shirts, towels, a soft drink, our own color, a donut, our own floor
cleaner, a motel, a diner, the nintendo game, a tarot deck, the cologne, the
shape, tailor-made suits, the star trek series - all coming soon.
something that i had in klunk, but we are doing away with in slinky,
is greets and shout outs. however, if we were going to greet people, we
would greet edicius, mogel, metal slinky chic, kurdt, rattle, ilsundal,
pip, tut, lucifer, mindcrime, rhonda, mitor, GALTHAR, and that guy with the
big, ugly, fish-head, hal08.
i hope you enjoy the first issue of slinky. im really excited to
finally have it out. please get back to me and/or cerkit with any
responce, we would really like to find out what you think about slinky.
we need attention and if you dont give it to us, we are going to
annoy you until you do.
belial - donuts are good.
absalon started wiping his mouth dry.
dark was the night as pitch, as black as coal,
and at the window out she put her hole,
and absalon, so fortune framed the farce,
put up his mouth and kissed her arse.
and back he started. something was amiss
he knew quite well a woman has no beard,
yet something rough and hairy had appeared.
-- from the canterbury tales the millers tale by,
geoffrey chaucer.
- ---+ what really happened by, belial
uhm. who are you? asked cerkit.
you dont know who i am! i am grease monkey.
eh. so? persisted cerkit.
so. SO! so bow down to me. smooch my feet. raged grease monkey.
eh. no. replied cerkit.
no. you dare say No to me! i am grease monkey. i will strike
you down if you do not smooch my feet this instant.
eh. no.
that is it! i am grease monkey. nobody insults me like this.
yelled grease monkey, jumping at cerkit with fists raised.
whoa. said cerkit, dodging a fist aimed for his face.
i am grease monkey. know the power of my flailing fists!
uhm. you need a life, dude.
i need a life. i need a life. no. YOU are the one who is going to
be needing a life when i am through with you.
just then a crazed rattle jumped into the fray.
ill save you, cerkit!
Whack!@ Slam!@ WH00SH@*
hey, rattle. look over there. it is a cartoon chick with a perky
ass and nice tits. grease monkey told rattle.
what? where? asked rattle looking around.
THWACK!@
oh. mumbled rattle as the chair smashed into his head.
muhahhahaah. i am so sneaky. i am grease monkey.
again cerkit and grease monkey engaged in combat. grease monkeys
fists flew in every direction, but the crafty cerkit dodged every punch
thrown at him. however, cerkit knew that if he didnt get help soon he
would be finished.
help me, slinky! pleaded cerkit.
all of a sudden, mogel jumped into the battle to save his fellow dto
member.
here. have a little moon power! yelled mogel, attacking the evil
grease monkey.
your petty moon power has no effect on me! i am grease monkey!
uhm.
quick, cerkit, call belial. he might be able to help us.
uh. ok.
BELIAL!
after a minute mogel said to cerkit maybe he didnt hear.
muahhah. where are all your little friends now. said grease
monkey, as he attacked the two again.
hey, you! read any good fucking books lately? yelled a voice.
cerkit and mogel looked at each other, and then to where the voice
was coming from. it was belial and metal chic.
as a matter of fact. i have read a few good books lately. let me
think. replied grease monkey, momentarily forgetting about cerkit and
mogel.
quick. cerkit, mogel, through the portal to mario land! yelled
metal chic.
what?! asked mogel and cerkit looking at each other.
the shrooms!
OH!
cerkit and mogel ran to the wall and jumped through the portal, with
metal chic close behind, leaving belial alone to face the dreaded grease
monkey.
lets see i just finished the new anne rice novel. very good.
here, have a seat. ill tell you all about it. said grease monkey,
beckoning belial to have a seat.
uh. ill be right there. i just have to go to the potty.
all right. hurry there is much to talk about.
yeah, sure. belial said, slowly walking towards the portal.
grease monkey began whistling, waiting for belial to return.
seeing his chance, belial jumped through the portal.
hey! where do you think youre going? yelled grease monkey,
realizing that he had been tricked.
on the other side of the portal belial, mogel, cerkit, and metal chic
sat in the sand, exhausted.
blimey, i hate sand! cursed mogel.
wait! we forgot rattle! said metal chic he was the guy that saved
my life, we cant just leave him.
she speaks the truth. replied mogel, belial, and cerkit.
we need a plan. cerkit said.
i will go back through the portal and get him. said belial.
no. this is my responsibility.
are you sure, cerkit? asked mogel.
tell the sky commanders i mean BUSINESS! cerkit said, punching his
palm.
ok. good luck, man.
cerkit shook each of their hands and jumped back through the portal.
you! shouted grease monkey seeing cerkit jump back out of the
portal.
eh. so? asked cerkit.
you shall die. you and your friends have tricked Grease Monkey!
prepare for your doom.
eh. no. im only coming to get rattle.
you are not getting anything. i am grease monkey and you shall
die!
with an amazing burst of speed, grease monkey jumped up and attacked
cerkit, knocking him to the floor.
why, you second-rate boot-licker! yelled cerkit.
muhaha. laughed grease monkey.
it isnt funny.
furious, cerkit got to his feet.
muhaha.
thats it! cerkits knuckles were white with rage.
muhaha.
losing control, cerkit attacked the foul grease monkey. punching and
kicking, cerkit succeeded in knocking grease monkey to the floor.
grrrr.
still out of control, cerkit began stomping on the helpless grease
monkey.
cerkit. cerkit. stop! rattle said shaking cerkit trying to calm
him down.
its over.
grrrr.
cerkit!
rattle. cerkit said, finally recognizing his friend.
yeah, its me. where are the others?
they went through the portal into mario land.
portal?
the shrooms!
oh.
lets go. they are waiting for us.
inside the portal, mogel, belial, and metal chic patiently waited for
cerkit to return with rattle.
i wonder what is taking so long? asked mogel.
he just left. replied metal chic.
oh yeah.
god this wait is killing me!
maybe he is dead. said belial.
HE JUST LEFT! screamed metal chic.
uhm. yeah.
a few minutes later the portal opened and rattle and cerkit tumbled
through.
whew.
i never knew that was there. said rattle looking back at the
portal.
what happened in there? we were worried. asked mogel.
oh. well, i got in a fight with grease monkey.
and? asked belial.
nothing, really. i just kicked his ass.
so modest.
so elite.
so what? lets go grab something to eat at the sand castle. maybe
rhonda will give us some free stuff. said rattle.
sounds like a plan. replied belial.
the group then jumped back through the portal.
uhm. how are we going to get there? asked mogel.
lets walk. suggested cerkit.
i have a car. knock. knock.
whos there? asked metal chic.
uhm. yeah.
lets go. this is ridiculous. said rattle.
so they all hopped into the tlorahian and sped off to the sand castle
diner.
seats for five.
follow me.
they all took seats and began reading the menu.
couldnt they give us a few more menus? muttered cerkit.
so what will it be?
RHONDA! everyone said at once.
hey, there, kids, ready to order?
hi.
jell-o.
marlboro miles.
ok.
a little while later a steaming dish of jell-o was delivered to the
table, compliments of rhonda.
ah.
yup. yup.
wanna see this trick i can do? asked metal chic.
uhm. yeah.
whoa. how the hell do you do that?
you just need a little moon power.
dude, those slippers freak me out.
thanks.
sure.
im tired.
yeah.
can you drop us off at ilsundals?
sure.
ok.
they paid the check, left a big tip on the table, and went to
ilsundals house.
were leaving.
oh. all right.
take kurdt with you.
ok.
there was mass confusion at the door and mogel, rattle, cerkit and
kurdt slipped out.
how rude. they never said goodbye.
i know.
im tired.
ok.
hey skatin.
hi.
about an hour later belials mother came to pick him up, officially
ending the 2599 meeting.
eh? who are you? said a voice.
im pip!
youre all too punk.
im fatslayer!
im Panther.
oh. all right. that was pretty cool. wasnt it? all that stuff
before the battle with grease monkey.
yeah. it was pretty rad.
is this in order?
no.
oh. cool.
look at the lights, theyre moving.
whoop!
soon there was only silence...
- ---+ seriously now by, oeb
someday i hope my friends and i can talk or say something serious.
all we ever do is sit around and make fun of our surroundings and ourselves.
we never address real issues or anything important, anything with meaning,
well someday i will. i will act, talk, and write seriously, hold meaning.
how i long for those days, but until then, may the wackiness of high school
burn within us.
- ---+ lb. zines by, cerkit
june 7, 1977.
united states astronomical studies board.
chairman, ive noticed an object i would like to be recognized for
project outfield.
i second it.
for? against? motion carried.
the object has been dubbed z-1-n-3-z for reference.
were going to send three fully armed nuclear rockets into space to
cause high concussive forces to shear the objects path to earth. we feel
it will be safe for it to crash.
this project is code name: outfield. the object should safely land
in the calculated area. operations committees have set up fronts for
getting the object to our location for study.
the shearing process was successful. the object is heading towards
our atmosphere.
tower, this is dreamland. whats the respected position of z1n3z?
over.
dreamland, this is tower. weve received a second contact in that
vicinity. over.
what!@ report, major! what is the contact? over.
undetermined, sir.
jesus. tower. its gonna hit it.
sir. this is tower. z1n3z has hit the object and broken up. a
single chip is heading towards earth. however, its rotation rate is in
flux, we wont have accurate calculations as to its landing position for
several hours. over.
fuck you, major! i want its whereabouts immediately. do your best
to maintain radar contacts with z1n3z, and thats an order, major! over.
yes, sir!
dreamland, tower. its gone.
where t0o?!?
over massachusetts.
get the dark unit out there.
thats affirmative.
same time, in the dorm room of james harpor on the MIT campus.
whoa. look at that. whats that doing there? hmm, lemme check my
charts. no, no, im right thats not supposed to be there. it looks like
that object is coming towards the surface. its descent rate times altitude,
divide by current angle, place over wind shear. im gonna check this out!@
just a five minute drive from here.
jack pulls into the parking lot of dominos pizza at shardon plaza.
the object grows big and hits the earth with a massive explosion, throwing
his sedan across the lot.
god, what the hell? i should have thought of that. ugh. lemme get
my retrieval equipment out of whats left of the trunk. im gonna want a
piece of that.
ugh! what the hell? look at this stuff! its, like, malleable, but
metallic. thats very strange. lemme get all of this.
very miniscule. its liquidized, but not hot. ugh, this could be
radioactive. better leave it alone.
three small government-issue military-type trucks pull up and troops
start piling out.
whoa, ill just get the fuck out of here.
jack slips into the night through the damaged wreckage of the mall.
he packages the object he located at the site, which was liquid metal, and
slaps a stamp on it, and mails it to his friend at MIT.
i cant have this on me. if anyone saw me. i mean.
three days later, jacks dead body is found.
mit dorm
john gosper.
whoa, mail. yay! heh.
what the hell? someone wrapped up a slinky in tupperware and sent
it to me. oh my god.
its from jack. how weird. oops, im gonna be late for class.
shit, later.
gosper leaves the slinky on the table.
the slinky beings to talk... to itself.
well. these humans sure have a rough life. time to give it a
little kick.
the slinky manages its way to the computer lab, transforms and slips
into the computer, and returns to the desk.
now that i know about their computers, i will introduce to them, the
eleet.
mom. look uhh. whats that you were blabbing about?
i said when i am coming up with your dad, you better have that
dorm clean, and i asked if you would help us drop off stuff to the toy
drive.
oh. fine sure. when is this?
tommorow. god. my son the genius.
okay, later mom.
john, how are you paying for all these calls to us!?@
uhh i gots a lot of quarters. later mom.
marge, yer son said hed have this place cleaned. god.
oh, george. just take the box of toys back to the car, and here -
i found this slinky under his desk. throw it in there.
okay. were leaving in ten minutes, make sure hes ready.
just go. uhh you.
a quick drive into snadensville to drop off the toys and off the
family went. they too died freak car accident. the tires were shot out
and the car drove off a cliff. weird. not many cliffs in mass.
oh well fuq you.
hi, nanny!@
oh, hi, jane. i just came here to pick up those used toys you
offered.
okay, heres yer box. oh, is that lil cerkit?
yes it is.
heh, whatta cutey. how olds he now?
just over two. cerkit, no, no, put that slinky down, thats not
nannys.
oh nanny, let him have it.
yer such a kind soul, jane. have a nice day and good luck. thanks
for the toys.
nursery of the zeenies babies.
hi, nanny., yeah, hi, nanny.
hi, kids.
heres some new toys to play with. be good.
bye, nanny.
nanny jets back to her sewing.
hey, cerkit.
hey, halo. whatta ya doing?
drawing an ascii on my etch-a-sketch.
two year old ascii dewd. rad.
mogel, what you doing?
nuttin really cerkit... formulating some new zine.
two years old and yer formulating?
yep. im mogel.
whoa, gotta go pee, lemme just put my slinky on the table.
blah@!
night falls on the nursery. bed time.
the slinky gets up and heads for under the sofa.
now i will start it. i have found the power of... zines.
good night, kids.
good night, nanny.
whew. i think ill just sit here on this sofa and rest my legs.
pOOF@! the cushions explode with fuzz everywhere, the slinky
slithers around nannys body and constricts her. she dies a slow, painful
death.
- cia hq no ansi here
object z-1-n-3-z residue showed up on a body in snadesville. a
grandmother died of suffocation by constriction. we believe z1n3z has
reverted to some snake-like form.
what of the children?
nothing yet, sir, theyre up for adoption.
allow for the necessary changes. remove nanny from their past.
write in the adopting parents as the biological parents. remove all records
of nanny and her home.
will do, sir.
- present day
mom. where do you want these old ass boxes?
oh, just throw em anywhere.
whoa. this one says cerkit on it. and its way older than when i
used that handle.
hmm. this box is too old and too far back in all these boxes for me
to have written that on there. hmm.
ill just open this box.
inside the box was a birth certificate, a few torn shreds of paper
that resembled zines, written in crayon, and a slinky.
look at this. a zine written by me and mogel at age two. what in
the hell.
the phone rang.
rING!
ill get it.
cerkit picked up the phone and heard a deep voice, almost muffled.
cerkit? it said.
how did you know who i was? cerkit said.
i recognized your voice from irc.
oh, okay.
the government is covering up stuff. look to whitehouse.gov
/pub/x-philes/codename/outfield.
share@! i bet. get off my phone dumbass.
k0dez are in yer lasalle account.
kLIK@!
what the hell?
the government was covering up stuff. why? how? what the fuq was
going on?
i headed toward my pc, noticing each name written in pen on my
computer frame. they were each of my zines homies.
i logged into lasalle. noticing the new motd.
i decided to jump into irc. then ctrl z it back to shell cuz i
missed some new mail.
what the fuq? it had a login and password on whitehouse.gov. this
mail was serious. oh well, i figured why not. i logged it and changed to
the dir. /pub/x-philes/codename/outfield and found out about the whole
dealy. the whole government plot. but, what they didnt know, was they had
dragged something greatly more powerful then them to earth, which they would
later find out.
it was time for werk. i needed time to think about all this anyway,
to piece together this puzzle.
the puzzle was only fuzzier by 10:30 that night when i got home. i
got mogel involved, but he wasnt interested. he wasnt convinced of the
whole story.
in my dreams that night, i saw how the zine scene came to be.
one slinky forged the zine scene. the same slinky in my basement
that day, created all of what we were.
the dream continued.
i was in the house of swamp rat three days prior to cDcs creation.
hum deeh dum.
swamp rat.
there it was@! the slinky was there and it was talking to
swamp rat!@!
whoa, cool! a talking slinky!@
yes, yes, i know. anyway, i am going to give you something. if you
do what it tells you, you will become almighty. now, you see those
components over there?
yeah. you mean the computer i bought, heh, im too lazy to put it
together, har har@!
well, today you will put it together. and you will create a cult, a
cult of electronic proportions, called cult of the dead cow.
at that time, i think, mind to mind images and ideas were transfered,
cuz it got real silent, yet swamp rat was seeming more and more convinced.
yes. the slinky knows all. cDc shall become.
i dont know if this can be completely answered, but it seems
everything that was in swamp rats mind was replaced. rewritten by the
slinky so that swamp rat breathed, ate, and slept cDc from thence onward.
the vision continued, and though the memory of it is very perforated,
i kinda remember the slinky talking to most every zine dude i can think of.
i believe the vision was true and from the slinkys memories.
the slinky created the zine scene. it left it too, though, to grow
by itself, so that it could rest, so it could sleep to one day return and
rule.
i awoke to find the slinky forcing upon me thoughts of how to help it
rule, but i knew what it was asking was wrong. worse yet, the trips through
its mind made me see nanny, and i began to remember what he had taken from
me.
the slinky was a good force, but it was so great, that when wielded
by mortal men, it caused great evils.
the slinky was inhabited by the minds of a thousand dead zines. and
now it wanted vengeance.
i couldnt be party to the destruction of the zine scene or the rape
of some of its vital resources.
i instructed mogel on what needed to be done, and it was.
rING@!
hello, francis residence.
i need to talk to black francis, its mogel. its urgent.
well which is it, are you urgent or mogel?
aww, god, its me, mogel. get frannie.
whats up, mog?
the slinky, frannie. the dreams you told me about. they were true.
cerkit found out everything.
you mean... its all true? jesus. the slinky will kill us all.
not if we kill it first.
yer a bit of an optimist, mogel, yew think 10 or 20 zine dewds can
destroy an omniscient and omnipotent alien creature whos been manipulating
our society for years?
yep.
cool, im in.
met us at the dummercon site. ASAP.
kLICK!@
the slinky was growing, and cerkit was worried.
cerkit came into the room where the now twenty foot slinky was now
lying.
cerkit. now, choose or die@!
oh shit.
within a moment the slinky coiled around cerkit, crushing every
breath of air from his body. gasping and dying, with a waving hand, cerkit
took hold of his red box, smashing it upside the slinkys metallic
epidermis. which was useless. however, it sparked the normal use for a red
box and the red box spouted out a quarter tone. the tone threw the creature
across the room, almost as if in agony.
cerkit flew up the steps and wrote a note and jammed it on the
fridge.
dont fight the living slinky downstairs, mom. be home in time for
dinner, love cerkit.
out the door he dashed.
cerkit met up with the whole crew just outside of the dummercon site.
guys. it attacked me. the slinky has gone mad.
jesus, are you okay@!?
yes. but, we need to stop it.
buh... buh... but how@!
i used a red box tone on it! tones, tones scare it.
off they went phreaking, making copies of as many red boxes as
possible.
by the time they reached cerkits house, half the block was consumed
by the slinky.
decibels of red box tones played on, but nuttin happened to the
slinky. then it spoke.
watch more t.v., i have become immune to that tone. ive adapted my
anti-bodies to deal with that hertz.
with the battle ahead, cerkit knew his offense lacked.
well try this!@
m0rph hopped out of the trees on this treeless street and toned a
green box tone directly at the slinky, who suffered only mild discomfort.
haw haw. foul mortals, you cannot stop me. think slinky@!
everyone tried to their best ability to hack the slinky, but slowly
each failed and grew too weak. then slowly each began to withdraw.
its just me and you, rattle.
there is only one way to solve this, cerkit.
whats that, nick?
i will talk to it.
oh. i understand, your story will put it to sleep as you talk for
hours upon hours about nothing. in its deep sleep we could tone it back to
a weakened state.
no. i was thinking something else. however, i will try it yer way,
cerkit.
hours passed as rattle babbled his story. beating the same
redundancy which relentlessly conjured no point. in the midst of all this,
cerkit had toned the creature to such a weakened state, nicks distraction
comatosed the slinky deity.
as a vegetable, the slinky still made them aware of its presence in
their minds through its active unconscious mind.
the battle had so ended. rattle passed out from so much talking and
cerkit was exhausted from sleep depravation. in cerkits street lay a pile
of sleeping zine dewds.
morning came too quickly.
this conversation soon took place, who said what is kept a secret.
i suggest we create a council. a security council. someone to
protect this knowledge from leaking out the wrong way. i love security. ya
know me. root.
but who? it cant be me, kurdt.
me. belial!
and me, cerkit!
hmmm, you guys phear me, mogel! so its okay.
i wonder what happens when ya...
interruptingly, everyone says, shut up rattle@!.
slinky zine was born. a defense force for zinedom. the people who
know the truth thats out there. the people who have the sk0op.
this underground faction holds the key to zine evolution. a
religious occupant in the zine forces. a deity in ascii. a true tribute.
to father slinky. the one true maker of zines.
and while he was too crazed from suppression and power. his good
intentions shall be cared on, so when you see a wACKY@! line or an article
of slinky, or dto, or cDc, know that the slinky has spoken to that person.
- ---+ ten ways to take over the government by, belial
1. blow stuff up.
2. blow some more stuff up.
3. hide the keys to the whitehouse.
4. tell the president that his shoe is untied and when he goes to look, hit
him real hard. har.
5. give newt the silent treatment.
6. kidnap chelsie and tell everyone that it was the french. err.
7. start a game of hide and seek and when it is the presidents turn to
hide, dont look for him.
8. brainwash all the goats.
9. write communists rule on the whitehouse lawn in socks blood. icky.
10. blow stuff up.
- ---+ goodbye by, belial +-------------------------------------------+--- -
i would personally like to thank everyone who had a part in the
creation of slinky. i would like to thank everyone who contributed to this
issue and to anyone who plans on contributing in the future.
cerkit and i would like to hear your thoughts on slinky issue number
one. we both put a lot of hard work and effort into this issue and we are
both anxious to find out what you thought about it. mail us at:
belial - b3lial@cybercomm.net
cerkit - klevanp1@lasalle.edu
thank you for reading, and we hope to see you in early february for
slinky issue number two.
belial + cerkit - slinky - 01/03/96
- ---+- eof ------------------------------------------------ eof -+--- -
. .aa.gh... .
. ..zaxx ------ xxaz.. .
- ---+ i, belial by, zippy
i, belial, having been born to a family of yodelling hoovers, six
generations removed from the sinkhole from which we were removed, and being
of medicated status, and never really knowing what is real and what is not,
am here to tell you about television and the radio, and how these magical
devices have changed the way my family eats din-din, and how our pets watch
too, and sleep tightly at night, dreaming about stevie nicks hair and
wondering what might really be at the bottom of it, and living in great fear
of god, country, and albums by glam-r0kk bands from the mid-eighties, am
here to show you my collection of meanderings, meaningless and mundane, but
not so much moreso than what anyone else has to say, for what i say i know
is right, even if you can prove me otherwise. thus, these words are for me,
and for you, but not your little sister, because shes only still reading
nancy drew books, and shes not to the part where the criminal is discovered
and confesses to his misdeeds.
- ---+ editorial by, belial +-----------------------------------------+--- -
i suppose since this is the first issue of slinky, youre waiting to
read some boring, lame, and redundant introduction - i wouldnt want to
let you down or anything.
im not the coal in your stocking.
there are probably a million little questions about slinky doing the
polka and singing spanish folk songs in your head right now - then again.
ill begin by telling you what slinky is.
it all began about a month ago. i was sitting on zines, depressed,
thinking about how much of a waste irc actually is when i realized that i
didnt like the name of my old zine klunk anymore. it only took me six
issues to figure that out, im so smart. anyway, i started asking around,
looking for a new zine name.
rad - radioactive aardvark dung. this was from mercuri. i turned
it down. however, the name did not go to waste. mercuri used the name and
created his own zine.
bmc - belials menstrual cycle. another name from mercuri. even
though my menstrual cycle is pretty cool, i didnt think it would make a
good zine title. eh.
slinky - cerkit gave me this name. at first i didnt really like
it, but after a while i changed my mind. so here we are.
hey look, its a zine. look mitor, the obvious.
what you will find in slinky.
we just love short stories, we cant get enough. it doesnt matter
if they are humorous, serious, pornographic, or just plain pointless, we
take them all.
we also have a thing for poetry. unlike a lot of zines, we will
accept poetry. if its good, we might even use it.
another thing we encourage, and accept are plays. the play is a very
important part of literature and it is something that i feel is missing from
the zine scene.
you might even, occasionally, come upon an essay, informative
article, or a rant.
anything else?
probably, but ill leave the rest for you to find out on your own.
like most magazines, slinkys success is dictated by the number and
by the quality of its submissions.
to submit a piece of your writing to slinky, you must contact either
cerkit or myself. the easiest way to contact both of us is through irc. we
usually spend countless hours of useless, wasted time in zines. another
pretty simple way to contact us is through internet email.
belial - b3lial@cybercomm.net
cerkit - klevanp1@lasalle.edu
the best, but maybe not the cheapest way to contact me is to call my
bbs, avalon, at 908 739/4274. i can also be found visiting mogels board,
that stupid place, at 215 985/0462.
all writing given to slinky is subject to my editing, including all
of those good things such as grammer, justification, spelling, etc. also,
once a piece of writing is given to slinky, it remains the property of
slinky. we have already had one case in which an author wanted to take
their writing back. it wasnt a big problem, but i would like to avoid this
situation in the future. uhm.
hint. hint. heh.
this is just so dandy.
not to alienate the bbs community, but we decided not to go through
the big hassle of having a distribution site and hq in every country and
region on the planet.
can i be the oz hq? - spl
if you are looking for slinky, then try these boards, they will
always have the latest issue.
avalon - 908 739/4274
that stupid place - 215 985/0462
alderaan - 908 224/8780
on the internet, we dont have anything set up yet, but we are
working on getting a good ftp site and a www page.
t-shirts, towels, a soft drink, our own color, a donut, our own floor
cleaner, a motel, a diner, the nintendo game, a tarot deck, the cologne, the
shape, tailor-made suits, the star trek series - all coming soon.
something that i had in klunk, but we are doing away with in slinky,
is greets and shout outs. however, if we were going to greet people, we
would greet edicius, mogel, metal slinky chic, kurdt, rattle, ilsundal,
pip, tut, lucifer, mindcrime, rhonda, mitor, GALTHAR, and that guy with the
big, ugly, fish-head, hal08.
i hope you enjoy the first issue of slinky. im really excited to
finally have it out. please get back to me and/or cerkit with any
responce, we would really like to find out what you think about slinky.
we need attention and if you dont give it to us, we are going to
annoy you until you do.
belial - donuts are good.
absalon started wiping his mouth dry.
dark was the night as pitch, as black as coal,
and at the window out she put her hole,
and absalon, so fortune framed the farce,
put up his mouth and kissed her arse.
and back he started. something was amiss
he knew quite well a woman has no beard,
yet something rough and hairy had appeared.
-- from the canterbury tales the millers tale by,
geoffrey chaucer.
- ---+ what really happened by, belial
uhm. who are you? asked cerkit.
you dont know who i am! i am grease monkey.
eh. so? persisted cerkit.
so. SO! so bow down to me. smooch my feet. raged grease monkey.
eh. no. replied cerkit.
no. you dare say No to me! i am grease monkey. i will strike
you down if you do not smooch my feet this instant.
eh. no.
that is it! i am grease monkey. nobody insults me like this.
yelled grease monkey, jumping at cerkit with fists raised.
whoa. said cerkit, dodging a fist aimed for his face.
i am grease monkey. know the power of my flailing fists!
uhm. you need a life, dude.
i need a life. i need a life. no. YOU are the one who is going to
be needing a life when i am through with you.
just then a crazed rattle jumped into the fray.
ill save you, cerkit!
Whack!@ Slam!@ WH00SH@*
hey, rattle. look over there. it is a cartoon chick with a perky
ass and nice tits. grease monkey told rattle.
what? where? asked rattle looking around.
THWACK!@
oh. mumbled rattle as the chair smashed into his head.
muhahhahaah. i am so sneaky. i am grease monkey.
again cerkit and grease monkey engaged in combat. grease monkeys
fists flew in every direction, but the crafty cerkit dodged every punch
thrown at him. however, cerkit knew that if he didnt get help soon he
would be finished.
help me, slinky! pleaded cerkit.
all of a sudden, mogel jumped into the battle to save his fellow dto
member.
here. have a little moon power! yelled mogel, attacking the evil
grease monkey.
your petty moon power has no effect on me! i am grease monkey!
uhm.
quick, cerkit, call belial. he might be able to help us.
uh. ok.
BELIAL!
after a minute mogel said to cerkit maybe he didnt hear.
muahhah. where are all your little friends now. said grease
monkey, as he attacked the two again.
hey, you! read any good fucking books lately? yelled a voice.
cerkit and mogel looked at each other, and then to where the voice
was coming from. it was belial and metal chic.
as a matter of fact. i have read a few good books lately. let me
think. replied grease monkey, momentarily forgetting about cerkit and
mogel.
quick. cerkit, mogel, through the portal to mario land! yelled
metal chic.
what?! asked mogel and cerkit looking at each other.
the shrooms!
OH!
cerkit and mogel ran to the wall and jumped through the portal, with
metal chic close behind, leaving belial alone to face the dreaded grease
monkey.
lets see i just finished the new anne rice novel. very good.
here, have a seat. ill tell you all about it. said grease monkey,
beckoning belial to have a seat.
uh. ill be right there. i just have to go to the potty.
all right. hurry there is much to talk about.
yeah, sure. belial said, slowly walking towards the portal.
grease monkey began whistling, waiting for belial to return.
seeing his chance, belial jumped through the portal.
hey! where do you think youre going? yelled grease monkey,
realizing that he had been tricked.
on the other side of the portal belial, mogel, cerkit, and metal chic
sat in the sand, exhausted.
blimey, i hate sand! cursed mogel.
wait! we forgot rattle! said metal chic he was the guy that saved
my life, we cant just leave him.
she speaks the truth. replied mogel, belial, and cerkit.
we need a plan. cerkit said.
i will go back through the portal and get him. said belial.
no. this is my responsibility.
are you sure, cerkit? asked mogel.
tell the sky commanders i mean BUSINESS! cerkit said, punching his
palm.
ok. good luck, man.
cerkit shook each of their hands and jumped back through the portal.
you! shouted grease monkey seeing cerkit jump back out of the
portal.
eh. so? asked cerkit.
you shall die. you and your friends have tricked Grease Monkey!
prepare for your doom.
eh. no. im only coming to get rattle.
you are not getting anything. i am grease monkey and you shall
die!
with an amazing burst of speed, grease monkey jumped up and attacked
cerkit, knocking him to the floor.
why, you second-rate boot-licker! yelled cerkit.
muhaha. laughed grease monkey.
it isnt funny.
furious, cerkit got to his feet.
muhaha.
thats it! cerkits knuckles were white with rage.
muhaha.
losing control, cerkit attacked the foul grease monkey. punching and
kicking, cerkit succeeded in knocking grease monkey to the floor.
grrrr.
still out of control, cerkit began stomping on the helpless grease
monkey.
cerkit. cerkit. stop! rattle said shaking cerkit trying to calm
him down.
its over.
grrrr.
cerkit!
rattle. cerkit said, finally recognizing his friend.
yeah, its me. where are the others?
they went through the portal into mario land.
portal?
the shrooms!
oh.
lets go. they are waiting for us.
inside the portal, mogel, belial, and metal chic patiently waited for
cerkit to return with rattle.
i wonder what is taking so long? asked mogel.
he just left. replied metal chic.
oh yeah.
god this wait is killing me!
maybe he is dead. said belial.
HE JUST LEFT! screamed metal chic.
uhm. yeah.
a few minutes later the portal opened and rattle and cerkit tumbled
through.
whew.
i never knew that was there. said rattle looking back at the
portal.
what happened in there? we were worried. asked mogel.
oh. well, i got in a fight with grease monkey.
and? asked belial.
nothing, really. i just kicked his ass.
so modest.
so elite.
so what? lets go grab something to eat at the sand castle. maybe
rhonda will give us some free stuff. said rattle.
sounds like a plan. replied belial.
the group then jumped back through the portal.
uhm. how are we going to get there? asked mogel.
lets walk. suggested cerkit.
i have a car. knock. knock.
whos there? asked metal chic.
uhm. yeah.
lets go. this is ridiculous. said rattle.
so they all hopped into the tlorahian and sped off to the sand castle
diner.
seats for five.
follow me.
they all took seats and began reading the menu.
couldnt they give us a few more menus? muttered cerkit.
so what will it be?
RHONDA! everyone said at once.
hey, there, kids, ready to order?
hi.
jell-o.
marlboro miles.
ok.
a little while later a steaming dish of jell-o was delivered to the
table, compliments of rhonda.
ah.
yup. yup.
wanna see this trick i can do? asked metal chic.
uhm. yeah.
whoa. how the hell do you do that?
you just need a little moon power.
dude, those slippers freak me out.
thanks.
sure.
im tired.
yeah.
can you drop us off at ilsundals?
sure.
ok.
they paid the check, left a big tip on the table, and went to
ilsundals house.
were leaving.
oh. all right.
take kurdt with you.
ok.
there was mass confusion at the door and mogel, rattle, cerkit and
kurdt slipped out.
how rude. they never said goodbye.
i know.
im tired.
ok.
hey skatin.
hi.
about an hour later belials mother came to pick him up, officially
ending the 2599 meeting.
eh? who are you? said a voice.
im pip!
youre all too punk.
im fatslayer!
im Panther.
oh. all right. that was pretty cool. wasnt it? all that stuff
before the battle with grease monkey.
yeah. it was pretty rad.
is this in order?
no.
oh. cool.
look at the lights, theyre moving.
whoop!
soon there was only silence...
- ---+ seriously now by, oeb
someday i hope my friends and i can talk or say something serious.
all we ever do is sit around and make fun of our surroundings and ourselves.
we never address real issues or anything important, anything with meaning,
well someday i will. i will act, talk, and write seriously, hold meaning.
how i long for those days, but until then, may the wackiness of high school
burn within us.
- ---+ lb. zines by, cerkit
june 7, 1977.
united states astronomical studies board.
chairman, ive noticed an object i would like to be recognized for
project outfield.
i second it.
for? against? motion carried.
the object has been dubbed z-1-n-3-z for reference.
were going to send three fully armed nuclear rockets into space to
cause high concussive forces to shear the objects path to earth. we feel
it will be safe for it to crash.
this project is code name: outfield. the object should safely land
in the calculated area. operations committees have set up fronts for
getting the object to our location for study.
the shearing process was successful. the object is heading towards
our atmosphere.
tower, this is dreamland. whats the respected position of z1n3z?
over.
dreamland, this is tower. weve received a second contact in that
vicinity. over.
what!@ report, major! what is the contact? over.
undetermined, sir.
jesus. tower. its gonna hit it.
sir. this is tower. z1n3z has hit the object and broken up. a
single chip is heading towards earth. however, its rotation rate is in
flux, we wont have accurate calculations as to its landing position for
several hours. over.
fuck you, major! i want its whereabouts immediately. do your best
to maintain radar contacts with z1n3z, and thats an order, major! over.
yes, sir!
dreamland, tower. its gone.
where t0o?!?
over massachusetts.
get the dark unit out there.
thats affirmative.
same time, in the dorm room of james harpor on the MIT campus.
whoa. look at that. whats that doing there? hmm, lemme check my
charts. no, no, im right thats not supposed to be there. it looks like
that object is coming towards the surface. its descent rate times altitude,
divide by current angle, place over wind shear. im gonna check this out!@
just a five minute drive from here.
jack pulls into the parking lot of dominos pizza at shardon plaza.
the object grows big and hits the earth with a massive explosion, throwing
his sedan across the lot.
god, what the hell? i should have thought of that. ugh. lemme get
my retrieval equipment out of whats left of the trunk. im gonna want a
piece of that.
ugh! what the hell? look at this stuff! its, like, malleable, but
metallic. thats very strange. lemme get all of this.
very miniscule. its liquidized, but not hot. ugh, this could be
radioactive. better leave it alone.
three small government-issue military-type trucks pull up and troops
start piling out.
whoa, ill just get the fuck out of here.
jack slips into the night through the damaged wreckage of the mall.
he packages the object he located at the site, which was liquid metal, and
slaps a stamp on it, and mails it to his friend at MIT.
i cant have this on me. if anyone saw me. i mean.
three days later, jacks dead body is found.
mit dorm
john gosper.
whoa, mail. yay! heh.
what the hell? someone wrapped up a slinky in tupperware and sent
it to me. oh my god.
its from jack. how weird. oops, im gonna be late for class.
shit, later.
gosper leaves the slinky on the table.
the slinky beings to talk... to itself.
well. these humans sure have a rough life. time to give it a
little kick.
the slinky manages its way to the computer lab, transforms and slips
into the computer, and returns to the desk.
now that i know about their computers, i will introduce to them, the
eleet.
mom. look uhh. whats that you were blabbing about?
i said when i am coming up with your dad, you better have that
dorm clean, and i asked if you would help us drop off stuff to the toy
drive.
oh. fine sure. when is this?
tommorow. god. my son the genius.
okay, later mom.
john, how are you paying for all these calls to us!?@
uhh i gots a lot of quarters. later mom.
marge, yer son said hed have this place cleaned. god.
oh, george. just take the box of toys back to the car, and here -
i found this slinky under his desk. throw it in there.
okay. were leaving in ten minutes, make sure hes ready.
just go. uhh you.
a quick drive into snadensville to drop off the toys and off the
family went. they too died freak car accident. the tires were shot out
and the car drove off a cliff. weird. not many cliffs in mass.
oh well fuq you.
hi, nanny!@
oh, hi, jane. i just came here to pick up those used toys you
offered.
okay, heres yer box. oh, is that lil cerkit?
yes it is.
heh, whatta cutey. how olds he now?
just over two. cerkit, no, no, put that slinky down, thats not
nannys.
oh nanny, let him have it.
yer such a kind soul, jane. have a nice day and good luck. thanks
for the toys.
nursery of the zeenies babies.
hi, nanny., yeah, hi, nanny.
hi, kids.
heres some new toys to play with. be good.
bye, nanny.
nanny jets back to her sewing.
hey, cerkit.
hey, halo. whatta ya doing?
drawing an ascii on my etch-a-sketch.
two year old ascii dewd. rad.
mogel, what you doing?
nuttin really cerkit... formulating some new zine.
two years old and yer formulating?
yep. im mogel.
whoa, gotta go pee, lemme just put my slinky on the table.
blah@!
night falls on the nursery. bed time.
the slinky gets up and heads for under the sofa.
now i will start it. i have found the power of... zines.
good night, kids.
good night, nanny.
whew. i think ill just sit here on this sofa and rest my legs.
pOOF@! the cushions explode with fuzz everywhere, the slinky
slithers around nannys body and constricts her. she dies a slow, painful
death.
- cia hq no ansi here
object z-1-n-3-z residue showed up on a body in snadesville. a
grandmother died of suffocation by constriction. we believe z1n3z has
reverted to some snake-like form.
what of the children?
nothing yet, sir, theyre up for adoption.
allow for the necessary changes. remove nanny from their past.
write in the adopting parents as the biological parents. remove all records
of nanny and her home.
will do, sir.
- present day
mom. where do you want these old ass boxes?
oh, just throw em anywhere.
whoa. this one says cerkit on it. and its way older than when i
used that handle.
hmm. this box is too old and too far back in all these boxes for me
to have written that on there. hmm.
ill just open this box.
inside the box was a birth certificate, a few torn shreds of paper
that resembled zines, written in crayon, and a slinky.
look at this. a zine written by me and mogel at age two. what in
the hell.
the phone rang.
rING!
ill get it.
cerkit picked up the phone and heard a deep voice, almost muffled.
cerkit? it said.
how did you know who i was? cerkit said.
i recognized your voice from irc.
oh, okay.
the government is covering up stuff. look to whitehouse.gov
/pub/x-philes/codename/outfield.
share@! i bet. get off my phone dumbass.
k0dez are in yer lasalle account.
kLIK@!
what the hell?
the government was covering up stuff. why? how? what the fuq was
going on?
i headed toward my pc, noticing each name written in pen on my
computer frame. they were each of my zines homies.
i logged into lasalle. noticing the new motd.
i decided to jump into irc. then ctrl z it back to shell cuz i
missed some new mail.
what the fuq? it had a login and password on whitehouse.gov. this
mail was serious. oh well, i figured why not. i logged it and changed to
the dir. /pub/x-philes/codename/outfield and found out about the whole
dealy. the whole government plot. but, what they didnt know, was they had
dragged something greatly more powerful then them to earth, which they would
later find out.
it was time for werk. i needed time to think about all this anyway,
to piece together this puzzle.
the puzzle was only fuzzier by 10:30 that night when i got home. i
got mogel involved, but he wasnt interested. he wasnt convinced of the
whole story.
in my dreams that night, i saw how the zine scene came to be.
one slinky forged the zine scene. the same slinky in my basement
that day, created all of what we were.
the dream continued.
i was in the house of swamp rat three days prior to cDcs creation.
hum deeh dum.
swamp rat.
there it was@! the slinky was there and it was talking to
swamp rat!@!
whoa, cool! a talking slinky!@
yes, yes, i know. anyway, i am going to give you something. if you
do what it tells you, you will become almighty. now, you see those
components over there?
yeah. you mean the computer i bought, heh, im too lazy to put it
together, har har@!
well, today you will put it together. and you will create a cult, a
cult of electronic proportions, called cult of the dead cow.
at that time, i think, mind to mind images and ideas were transfered,
cuz it got real silent, yet swamp rat was seeming more and more convinced.
yes. the slinky knows all. cDc shall become.
i dont know if this can be completely answered, but it seems
everything that was in swamp rats mind was replaced. rewritten by the
slinky so that swamp rat breathed, ate, and slept cDc from thence onward.
the vision continued, and though the memory of it is very perforated,
i kinda remember the slinky talking to most every zine dude i can think of.
i believe the vision was true and from the slinkys memories.
the slinky created the zine scene. it left it too, though, to grow
by itself, so that it could rest, so it could sleep to one day return and
rule.
i awoke to find the slinky forcing upon me thoughts of how to help it
rule, but i knew what it was asking was wrong. worse yet, the trips through
its mind made me see nanny, and i began to remember what he had taken from
me.
the slinky was a good force, but it was so great, that when wielded
by mortal men, it caused great evils.
the slinky was inhabited by the minds of a thousand dead zines. and
now it wanted vengeance.
i couldnt be party to the destruction of the zine scene or the rape
of some of its vital resources.
i instructed mogel on what needed to be done, and it was.
rING@!
hello, francis residence.
i need to talk to black francis, its mogel. its urgent.
well which is it, are you urgent or mogel?
aww, god, its me, mogel. get frannie.
whats up, mog?
the slinky, frannie. the dreams you told me about. they were true.
cerkit found out everything.
you mean... its all true? jesus. the slinky will kill us all.
not if we kill it first.
yer a bit of an optimist, mogel, yew think 10 or 20 zine dewds can
destroy an omniscient and omnipotent alien creature whos been manipulating
our society for years?
yep.
cool, im in.
met us at the dummercon site. ASAP.
kLICK!@
the slinky was growing, and cerkit was worried.
cerkit came into the room where the now twenty foot slinky was now
lying.
cerkit. now, choose or die@!
oh shit.
within a moment the slinky coiled around cerkit, crushing every
breath of air from his body. gasping and dying, with a waving hand, cerkit
took hold of his red box, smashing it upside the slinkys metallic
epidermis. which was useless. however, it sparked the normal use for a red
box and the red box spouted out a quarter tone. the tone threw the creature
across the room, almost as if in agony.
cerkit flew up the steps and wrote a note and jammed it on the
fridge.
dont fight the living slinky downstairs, mom. be home in time for
dinner, love cerkit.
out the door he dashed.
cerkit met up with the whole crew just outside of the dummercon site.
guys. it attacked me. the slinky has gone mad.
jesus, are you okay@!?
yes. but, we need to stop it.
buh... buh... but how@!
i used a red box tone on it! tones, tones scare it.
off they went phreaking, making copies of as many red boxes as
possible.
by the time they reached cerkits house, half the block was consumed
by the slinky.
decibels of red box tones played on, but nuttin happened to the
slinky. then it spoke.
watch more t.v., i have become immune to that tone. ive adapted my
anti-bodies to deal with that hertz.
with the battle ahead, cerkit knew his offense lacked.
well try this!@
m0rph hopped out of the trees on this treeless street and toned a
green box tone directly at the slinky, who suffered only mild discomfort.
haw haw. foul mortals, you cannot stop me. think slinky@!
everyone tried to their best ability to hack the slinky, but slowly
each failed and grew too weak. then slowly each began to withdraw.
its just me and you, rattle.
there is only one way to solve this, cerkit.
whats that, nick?
i will talk to it.
oh. i understand, your story will put it to sleep as you talk for
hours upon hours about nothing. in its deep sleep we could tone it back to
a weakened state.
no. i was thinking something else. however, i will try it yer way,
cerkit.
hours passed as rattle babbled his story. beating the same
redundancy which relentlessly conjured no point. in the midst of all this,
cerkit had toned the creature to such a weakened state, nicks distraction
comatosed the slinky deity.
as a vegetable, the slinky still made them aware of its presence in
their minds through its active unconscious mind.
the battle had so ended. rattle passed out from so much talking and
cerkit was exhausted from sleep depravation. in cerkits street lay a pile
of sleeping zine dewds.
morning came too quickly.
this conversation soon took place, who said what is kept a secret.
i suggest we create a council. a security council. someone to
protect this knowledge from leaking out the wrong way. i love security. ya
know me. root.
but who? it cant be me, kurdt.
me. belial!
and me, cerkit!
hmmm, you guys phear me, mogel! so its okay.
i wonder what happens when ya...
interruptingly, everyone says, shut up rattle@!.
slinky zine was born. a defense force for zinedom. the people who
know the truth thats out there. the people who have the sk0op.
this underground faction holds the key to zine evolution. a
religious occupant in the zine forces. a deity in ascii. a true tribute.
to father slinky. the one true maker of zines.
and while he was too crazed from suppression and power. his good
intentions shall be cared on, so when you see a wACKY@! line or an article
of slinky, or dto, or cDc, know that the slinky has spoken to that person.
- ---+ ten ways to take over the government by, belial
1. blow stuff up.
2. blow some more stuff up.
3. hide the keys to the whitehouse.
4. tell the president that his shoe is untied and when he goes to look, hit
him real hard. har.
5. give newt the silent treatment.
6. kidnap chelsie and tell everyone that it was the french. err.
7. start a game of hide and seek and when it is the presidents turn to
hide, dont look for him.
8. brainwash all the goats.
9. write communists rule on the whitehouse lawn in socks blood. icky.
10. blow stuff up.
- ---+ goodbye by, belial +-------------------------------------------+--- -
i would personally like to thank everyone who had a part in the
creation of slinky. i would like to thank everyone who contributed to this
issue and to anyone who plans on contributing in the future.
cerkit and i would like to hear your thoughts on slinky issue number
one. we both put a lot of hard work and effort into this issue and we are
both anxious to find out what you thought about it. mail us at:
belial - b3lial@cybercomm.net
cerkit - klevanp1@lasalle.edu
thank you for reading, and we hope to see you in early february for
slinky issue number two.
belial + cerkit - slinky - 01/03/96
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