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Tha Ruthless 0rganization
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In The Mindz of The Truely Sick
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DEC 10, `95
From the sick underground of the depths of cyberspace emerges the third
issue of our evil TR0 zine. First of all, I am going to list all of our
current members of TR0. Yes, it is the proud and insane criminals that put
this sick shit you wack to together.
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Membership List: (In order of the time joined)
Gangsta - SysOp of Violent In Public. Poet and Thief at heart.
Dr. Boffo - Boffo T. Clown is our Porno Clown/Serial Killer Homie.
Cochese - SysOp of NegativLand.. The place were Negativity Rules.
AstroCreep - Galactic Fugitive that hangs with The Ruthless Killerz.
Quinn The Eskimo - Look for him in future Issues....
Dark Soldier - TR0's ANSi/Ascii Artist.
Spare Time - Future Web Site Master.
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Now lets get back to our sick issue here. Today we will examine just
what it is that goes on inside the minds of the truely sick. Yeah, you know
like the members of TR0. Yes! have you ever wondered just how real Serial
Killers think? What makes them tick? To find out the answers to these
questions and more continue reading on and see.
NOTE: Serial Killers, Rapists and Porno Clownz might just want skip these
basic lessons here. Not much new here.. (At Least n0thing you haven't
done)
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Tha SHiT:
I. The Mind of a Killer
II. Oh Me, Oh My.
III. RAPE
IV. The Night of Mass Murder
V. The Porno Clown Tale
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I.
For our first example we shall explore the inner workings of the mind of
a killer. You will learn exactly what it is he feels and thinks. You shall
become one with him in the safety of your own homes. Perhaps, some day you
will be able to leave your nests and spread random havok on the world. One
can hope at least.
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item: 9
subj: The Mind of a Killer
from: Gangsta
orgz: Ruthless Organization
on : Fri 9-Sep-1994 6:41p
"The Mind Of A Killer"
by Gangsta
It was a dark and gory night. As the wind blew across my face
thoughts of murder went through my mind. My eyes gazed across the street in
front of me. With a wicked grin I was looking for my next victim. I heard
my heart beating heavily as a grey colored car passed by. It was a cold
night but somehow I was still sweating.
From the corner of my ear I heard a faint voice from the side of me.
I slowly turned to see what it was. There by a rundown bus stop stood an
older man. He had on a white shirt and was leaning against the shelter of
the old bus stop.
I took a deep breath and saw smoke rise from my mouth. It must have,
came from the feeling that all of the sudden had warmed up my body. I looked
at him in pain as I cut my finger on the knife which I had forgot about. now
I knew there was no turning back for me. I tried to fight the Idea but the
hatred already had came over me.
I stood up and slowly came out of my hiding place. Then without
warning I walked up to the bus stop like nothing was wrong. Then the old
fool spoke.
"Cold weather we having, can't wait for spring."
Still sweating I just looked at him for a second. His eyes tore deep
into my soul. I heard voices coming from beneath me. For a moment I almost
changed my mind, but I felt the heat returning. I Smiled.
"What is Temperature, but a state of mind?"
He looked at me confussed for a second and then replied in total
agreement with what I just said. He spoke to me for awhile but I am not sure
of just what he said. All I felt was the heat inside my soul building up.
After awhile he noticed that I was not listening to him.
Then I noticed the expression on his face changed as a drop of
steaming blood hit the ground. At first it looked that he was concerned for
me. But that all changed once I pulled out my shining knife.
Without giving him time to speak I jumped out at him and made a dash
for his throat. At a moment noticed I felt his hot blood scorch my hands.
The sensation, of warm blood upon my hands helped cool down the rest of my
body. I stood there in the cool night looking at the stars above. At last I
was at peace with myself. No longer was the pain going through my body. If
life is all about the pursuit of happiness then I have fulfilled my purpose.
At nights when I look at my walls, I thing about how most people are
prisoners of society. I am actually free you see. Most men however, just
follow the conceptions of other men.
G A N G S T A
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II.
Here we have TR0's AstroCreep's tale about his part time job as the
"executor". In order for us to have a perfect society we must get rid of
the Subclass. Ahhh, don't give me that look. It is for the good of society
afterall.
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item: 3
subj: Oh me. Oh my.
from: Astrocreep
on : Wed 6-Sep-1995 10:07p
Oh me, oh my, why do the young ones have to die? Thats the question I ask
myself, every time I perform the task. Since these days only 1 out of 4
children are allowed to live beyond the age of 10, there must be an executor.
And since the high and mighty saw fit for me to fill that role then, i must.
Ya see only the 1 child with the most potential lives. Today ive got ten to
dispose of. Not all of them know whats going on, but it is a shock when they
find out. I take pride in my work now. Now that im used to haveing the blood
of the young on my hands. Today i bring in my first victum, a slender and
sweet young girl. Very pretty, but not intellegent enough to further the human
race. As I reach for my toys, she is pleeding with me, stop, she says in her
beutifull little girl voice. Her big blue eyes fill with tears as i bring the
baseball bat down upon her tiny skull. Hard enough to inflict pain, not enough
to knock her unconscious and end her pain. I love these little games. Blood
now streams down from her big blue eyes, she is too shocked to speak. She is
curled up in a little ball, scared. Of course she was torn away from her
parents only minutes ago. She doesnt understand why she must die. Next i
bring out my favorite tool. I pin her small arms between my legs, and proceed
to skin them with my knife. Her wails of pain almost bring tears to my eyes.
Of course I choose my own execution methods. I feel sorry for this young one,
so i decide not to have my way with her. I pick her up by her long beautiful
blonde baby hair. She is calling for her mother, Mom, mom, in her tiny little
baby voice. I proceed to bash her skull against the wall. Harder each time.
Her cries for her mother grow softer as blood pours from every orifice of her
face. It is over, she no longer breaths. I bend over to her limp body, i
brush her hair from her forehead. I lay a gentle kiss, I love you, thank you.
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III.
This next one is by someone who I actually hate. Someone, who backstabed
me and Boffo not too long ago. Here you have an example of what goes through
the mind of a pedophile rapist.
This nigger is just what you would expect this kind of loser to be like.
He is a short, fat and ugly looking kid who wears glasses. There he sits all
alone at nights building up all that anger just to release it someday. He
even has fake teeth.
Yes, This guy will most likely be your next serial rapist since he
doesn't have the balls to kill himself like he says he will. Oh well, here
is what is in the mind of the Nipto fag.
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item: 12
subj: RAPE
from: Nipto
on : Thu 31-Aug-1995 10:18a
WHO OUT THERE LIKES RAPE? I LOVE TO RAPE LITTLE GIRLS.....HEHEHE. TO
HAVE THEIR LITTLE BODIES TWISTING AND FIGHTING AGAINST YOURS. THEIR HANDS
BEATING ON YOUR FACE AND CHEST. AFTER AWHILE THEY STOP AND THEN THE RAPE LOSES
ALL OF IT'S FUN. BUT I FOUND OUT THAT IF YOU SET THEIR HEAD ON FIRE IT BECOMES
REALLY FUN TO THRUST IN AND OUT OF THEM. YOU CAN HEAR THEM SCREAM FROM THE
PAIN OF YOU THRUSTING IN AND OUT WITH ALL OF YOUR FORCE AND THEM SCREAMING
BECAUSE OF THE FIRE THAT YOU STARTED ON THEIR HEAD. IF YOU TURN THEM WHERE
THEIR FACE IS LOOKING UP AT YOU THEN YOU CAN SEE THEIR EYEBALLS BURST AND RUN
DOWN THEIR FACE FROM THE HEAT OF THE FIRE. BUT DON'T LET THE FIRE BURN FOR
MORE THAN 3 MINUTES BECAUSE THEN IT WILL KILL THEM AND THAT WOULDN'T BE FUN.
SO YOU PUT THE FIRE OUT AFTER ABOUT 2-3 MINUTES AND THEY WILL KEEP LIVING. YOU
CAN KISS THEIR BURNT LIPS AND TASTE THE DIFFERENT FLUIDS THAT HAVE BURNT UP IN
THE FLAMES AND THEAT LOVELY TASTE OF PAIN AND FEAR. IF YOU CUT THEIR STOMACHS
OPEN YOU CAN TAKE ALL OF THEIR INSIDES OUT WHILE THEY ARE STILL ALIVE. YOU CAN
TASTE THEIR INTRILLS AND THEY HAVE THIS PASTE LIKE TASTE TO THEM. BUT IF YOU
EAT THEM THEN THEY ARE REAL SWEET WHEN YOU BITE THROUGH THE LAYER OF SKIN THAT
KEEPS THE FLUIDS WHERE THEY ARE SOPPOSED TO BE. THERE IS ALOT OF STUFF YOU CAN
DO TO LITTLE GIRLS BUT WHEN YOU RAPE THEIR OLDER SISTER OR MOTHER.......NOW
THAT'S REALLY FUN BECAUSE THE START SCREAMING AT YOU AND BASHING YOUR HEAD AND
CHEST WITH THEIR HANDS AND WHATEVER THEY CAN GET A HOLD OF. THEY HAVE MORE
STRENGTH THAN THE LITTLE GIRLS SO IT GIVES YOU MORE OF A CHALLENGE TO RAPE
THEM. YOU CAN DO ALOT WITH THEM ALSO. WELL I HAVE TO GO RITE NOW BUT I WILL BE
BACK AFTER AWHILE.
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Ok! Enough of this lame BBS shit... For the rest of this evil issue we
will supply you with the few things that we were actually creative enough to
come up with.
Yeah I know, that is not much I guess but I wanna see you do better...
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IV.
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Nowz for a nice little Christmas treat for the children.
(Anything for the children eh eh eh)
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(BY: Santa's Little Elf AstroCreep)
The Night of Mass Murder
Twas the night of mass murder and all through the town,
not a murderer was sleeping not even the clown.
The axes were nestled, all snug in their hands.
While visions of blood danced around in their heads.
Body parts by their beds, were hungup with care,
in hopes that new victims were soon to be theirs'.
Then out in the street arose such a clatter.
A killer was killing and i watched her splatter.
Then what did appear, but 3 cop cars, and 6 cops in fear.
They fought and they shot but when it was over,
the murder smiled, at their blood he stood over.
I sprang down stairs, to bolt my door.
But it was to late, cause there was murderers more.
His hands were bloody, his knife was too.
And he issued one word, YOU.
And after he killed me he fleed with great speed.
Calling out, "The hell with you all, I must feed."
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Ok, Ok, Ok.... Here is what you all been waiting for. Yes, we have
taught you about serial killers and rapist in this issue. But most dangerous
of all are the Porno Clowns that lurk the dark streets at nights. Here is a
true Porno Clown tale for all you sick freaks still left reading.
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