______ ______ ______________ | | | | \ | \ / \ / ____ \ ______| | |________| | / \ | |____ | ________ | ( {} ) | _____) /~~~~~~~~~~~ | | | | \____/ | |______ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~\ | |~~~~~~~ / \ / \ / | ~~~~~~~~~| | | | |______| |______| /_____________| | | | | | | | | Hogs of Entropy Text Files Present... | | | | | | | | "Pink Noise" | | | | | | | | | | | | By: Obscure Images/cDc | | | | | | \ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ / ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Twisted images are scrolling up and down the walls, weaving their threads of artificial joviality into a dynamic insubstantial blur. Fear runs through my heart as I pass through the lights into a dark room where I must wait until the time is full. Earlier the Man Who Knows called again. It was three years ago when it happened, I saw a god, and killed him. Killed through ideas, a sharp blade of logic that has since become dull and useless. There was no feeling of any kind, just a sort of cold rational fugue that took control of my mind. A god is nothing but a swirling cloud of irrationality, independant of mere biology. That day set me into a spiral of despair and longing that I never thought I would escape. When I met the Man Who Knows. I don't know what his name is, or if he even has a name, but it is true that he truely Knows everything. I met him in a bar one night after I got off of work. I was trying to drink myself into oblivion, emptying glass after glass of cheap tap beer when he sat down on the stool next to me. The conversation that followed is not important, it was the aftermath of that night that put me where I am today. He told me that when I killed my god, I had killed my source of the chaotic energy that I needed to live. He told me that if I didn't let him help me out I'd be a dead man in a very short time. You see, he said, without the primal chaos there can be no flux. Without that flux in your life, order seeps through your being and you are doomed to the unending torture of absolute stagnancy. Quite frankly I was scared shitless by the prospect of becoming a living statue. So when I went home I couldn't get his words out of my mind. Looking back I suppose I was already hooked, and nothing could have been different. The next day I met him at the same bar and he reeled me in. He had what I needed - a source of chaotic energy. He offered it to me, with stipulations, of course. I should have declined his offer, but I was in a state of panic. I would have done anything he said. Later on, I did. I'm not going to go into what exactly I had to do, I'm ashamed of myself as it is. For a stretch of time, however, I felt wonderful, back to my old self. It was a good time for me, I was mainlining power. Then He started asking more and more of me, demanding I do things no sane man would ever do. I did what I was told, craving the power I had become used to. Today he asked me for the supreme sacrifice, the lump sum of my debt. I can't say no, because what he offers in exchange is far too great. Still, I fear for myself, and everyone else in the world. Now I sit in the dark behind a desk. The only illumination is from a small display inset in the top of the desk. I can feel when he enters the room, a chill races through my body. He sits down opposite me and tells me that I know what I have to do. My hands tremble as they type the launch commands. When it is done he tells me to get up from behind the desk. When I get near him he takes my hand and we fade away. While the rest of the world writhes in the nuclear flames, I watch from beyond. I see the end, and the beginning, through a curtain of pink noise. When it is over, He joins me again and leads me toward my destiny. -Oi- "I hope you dig it." |=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=|=-=-=-=|=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=| | Mogel-Land........2157323413 /I'm a PiG\ Paranoia Subnormal.2153395831 | | Hacker Crackdown..2159451907 |H )\@_@/( P| Stellar Nights.....6108969140 | | T.E.K.A.T.........9088132738 |o ( (o) ) i| CuLtoFtHeDeAdcOwKiXAzZyOuLAmR | | I Forget..........6105448001 |G <_O_> G| the NEXT generation | | / 12/08/94 All rights Reserved.