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| | Hogs of Entropy Text Files Present... | |
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| | "Hate Edge" | |
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| | By: Abigwar [BGR] | |
| | Date Written: 09/07/94 | |
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HoE, HoE, HoE!
Merry almost no where near Christmas. Un-Huh. Yeah, For sure...
Hey, Its me. Not you, but me, Abigwar. Whats up? I usually write for BGR but
since i had this extra story laying around i decided to donate it to HoE. If
any other groups what me to do one shot files with out joining, just let me
know and i will see what i can do. Contact me most easistly on TEKAT.
Abigwar @ TEKAT 908,813,2738
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-=Hate Edge, 09/07/94, Abigwar [BGR,7oC,NJGH]=-
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With an unbroken stare, The clear sky is molested by his blood shot
eyes. His heart fills with a little more rage, as he thinks of different
people he knew... Hate, that was pure, and unbroken flooded his cloudy mind.
Hate Edge* set in almost a week ago and it hadn't resolved itself yet like
it usually does. Something seemed wrong...Almost too wrong. The unknown
soldier sat straining his eyes at nothing, as though he couldn't control
his eyes and focus them back to normal. The phone rang, it broke the
youth's heavy concentration. It him like a hammer hitting it a peice of
sheet metal, suspended in air. Jumping almost a foot back into reality,
he stumbled over to the phone. As he picked it up, the phone almost
yelled at him, "Hey, What's up man? Wanna come and hang out with us
today?" Responding almost systematically, he yelled back, "Why would i
go hang out with dirty peice of shit harries and greasers like you? Leave
me the fuck alone!" He slammed down the phone and went back to his window.
Over the last week or so, He had lost almost all of his friends.
And not without his total consent. The world was bugging him, and people
were on his mind. Only his closest friends where their, because they
understand, or so he thought anyway. They have all seen him like this
before, and some of them even experinced it for themselves. He knew he was
one of the best. A Sussed skin*. Not a bonehead* like what is being seen
all over the world at this very minute. But yet they still associated him
with the evil, false counterparts.
But on this day, It seemed like all the anger that he had tried to
vent, just stayed in him. Maybe it even came back threefold. And not just
that, but all the hate, aggression, and hostility from last time hate edge
hit. He felt like a candle whose flame was smothered by a blanket of
aggro*. But before he could always just burn the blanket away from the top
of him. Now it seemed like the blanket was nine times as thick.
He tried to burn, but his oxygen was just not there. His love slowy
melted away to where his friends status used to be. Friends became enemies,
loved ones became friends...and enemies became targets of his mindless
vendetta. A vandetta that he vowed to carry through with no matter what,
and no matter when. He used music as inspiration to heat up the flame, but
that just didn't cut it. He tried to asked people for help, but they didn't
understand.
Suddenly, ripped from above, with unmentionable power, there was a
flash of yellow followed by a smidget of blue and a burst of undescribleable
red fire. The blanket burned away from around his candle. However, the
past not completly burnt blankets added to today's not completely burnt
blanket had created a wall around the candle.
Faced with a decision, he had to fight his way through socitey, or
remain the center of hateful, biased and untrue based attention. So the
lone youth thought, and thought until hate edge had him to the point of
exploding. With his mind set to victory, he decided to fight.
And to this day, that is where the lone warrior stands. Fighting
for a new day, a new freedom, and a new glory. With no true Sussed by his
side, he kept the faith. Fighting and struggling, in hopes of being united
with his true culture that he was barely ever exposed to, and may never be
again unless his victory is clamed and the glory is cashed. "Hate edge
hasn't left this time, and it may be to late at this point." he thought to
himself.
Some how, he knows that one day he will find his people, and the
numbers of the Sussed fighting by his side will rise. But untill the fateful
day comes, he knows that he must keep the faith, and a loner he shall
remain.
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