uhh... well this is my first y0lk apprearance and i sure do feel
elite. w00h00! if you dont know me, you havent been paying much
attention, and if you do, you probably wish you didnt, so ill spare you
the angst.
i was on IRC today big suprise and i gave someone a VMB, and next
thing i know everyone was msging for VMBs, check this out
*r3ptile* - ill rub hot oils on you if you give me a VMB!
*mercuri* - ill let you be a member of the mercuri fanclub if you
give me a VMB
*tMM* - whats a VMB?
----------those are fake quotes asshole---------------------------------
i know, sorry, but the funny thing is people dont know how easy it is
to hack VMBs, so heres a quick lesson. sit down late at night with
your fav cordless and scan 800s untill you get a VMB system, then type
or *, and if it asks for a box num type one, and the usual pws are
1111, 0000, 111, box, or the box number itself. voila! now you can stop
pestering me about it.
------------gee, thanks-------------------------------------------------
no prob... ok, heres some pulp fiction for you, because my life
isnt interesting enough to write 5K about, so i have to make up stuff.
there is some truth to this, but ill let you figure it out...
Taken from the journal of a friend:
i was walking down the hallway of my small-town highschool, head
hung low like it always is, avoiding eye-contact with anyone in
such a manner that i would never be noticed. i probably wouldnt
be noticed anyway, but it was extra insurance. there were a few like
me, they called us lurkers. we never stood out in anything, we were
the industrial-strength mediocers sp? of the world. we werent
worth making fun of, because we wouldnt respond to any heckles.
so everyone just figured we were brain damaged and would leave us
alone. thats what i wanted anyway. i was content. not happy, just
content.
i went to math class, and sat in the back, and then some kid kicked
me in the shins so i moved up a row. then he started poking me to
see if id do anything. i didnt do anything outward, but something
odd happened in that moment. as the gundgy kid poked me in the arm
where all the bruises were from other kids poking me, i began to
comtemplate his death. as the teacher rambled on about nothing
interesting, and the kids threw pencils and pennies around the room,
i devised, with the aid of some sick doodles in my math notebook,
which contained little else than doodles, the demise of my fellow
classmate. it was easy enough, but i wont go into detail on the
chance that they suspect me and confiscate my computer. the details
were not important anyway, what was important was that in a few hours
hed be dead.
i made the preperations, and waited the appointed time for him to
show up, where i knew hed be.
im sitting here now... he was supposed to be here, but hes
probably spending a little more time jerking off than usual, so ill
wait. i waste my life away waiting anyway, what is a few minutes...
biting your nails is bad. i bit my nail, now my finger is bleeding.
still i wait. its 6:30. the school will close soon. no one will
miss me at home, they just wont set a place at the table, and
therell be one less person for my father to vent his fustration
at... i hate my life.
hes not going to show, i know that. ive made a mistake greater
than the one of me being born. ive made a final, grave decision,
for which the world must judge me upon. i...........
The rest of the page was covered in blood. I grabber this before
the janitors were dispersed to clean up the mess.
My friend is dead. The cops couldnt figure out what happened,
whether he died by his own hands or was murdered. There was
speculation, but no one knew enough about him to make a final
decision. The case was closed and everyones life went on. The
incident was mentioned on the loud-speaker, amidst the other
announcements, but it was like no one heard it. I did. I went
back and read his journal and laughed.
--------------disturbing... youre a sick bastard-----------------
i never denied it! well i wont tell you what is true and what is
not, so dont bother asking. you tell me. 1800-925-9999,,,181...
i must be off now, i have to be up early tomorrow and i still have
to wank it... lifes tough ya know?
... . . traq . . ..
--ind3x---------------------------------------------------------------------
.db.
title author
01 the other white meat creed
02 several k-leet hax0rs sittin around a campfire and groovin creed
03 nuclear weapons, global destruction, op wars. creed
04 a young man, an infant, a yak... all living in sin creed
05 household uses for afghanistanian food creed
06 pour cement down my anus hooch
07 hail santa! creed
08 hasidism and sysops - a pair for the nineties? hooch
09 lunchables rock. creed
10 t-shirts and toejam bedlam
11 nap-time - the dog prank - exclusive interview hooch
12 movie reviews showgirls!@ - win95 vs. os/2 sorta hooch
13 straight outta compton - dialchix - muh dawg!@ hooch
14 im a tall, goofy, dorky, chink phorce
15 bedazzled by the eliteness creed
16 how to blow your nuts out with cornstarch and orangina creed
17 i am a warez pup - who are you? hooch
18 lemmings phorce
19 the science of astrology belial
20 the notorious anticlimactic bastards of the zine scene cd/h0
21 dUcK 54uc3?!!? phorce
22 top 5000 reasons why i should kill myself creed
23 citrus fruits for sale phorce
24 group masturbation belial
25 ethereal experiences for perverted pyromaniacs creed
26 catering for the warez eleet phorce
27 brief mental pause belial
28 the army day camp belial
29 the geek theory, hickies, and another long day creed
30 nets, zines, and that chick from wings hooch
31 mentos! the freedom giver! mercuri
32 ramblings of a poseur bedlam
33 sitcoms, stereotypes, and satan creed
34 fuck you - a note to all yall on zines hooch
35 apples, oranges, and pears phorce
36 the little cultist that couldnt creed
37 careening through hyperspace at a slug-like rate creed
38 snowday phorce
39 creed is g0d creed
40 big hurt is ruler of the earth bighurt
41 dead people, nasty thoughts, and colored glue bighurt
42 bbs softwares/internet hooch
43 abandon thy gods! from yonder cometh y0lk! creed
44 mogels own very special personalized 1 y0lk issue phorce
45 your burro is no jackass! creed
46 rollerskates, indians, eagles and cougars creed
47 outer space, ice cream, streetcars and gophers creed
48 Evan the genius becomes enlightened and melts his face off creed
49 6 insignificant ziners in a bowling microcosm of life creed
50 the best of the worst creed
51 the prince of darkness versus some guy named dave trip
52 ode to my feet creed
53 hopelessly lost poots
54 the schoolhouse r0x! phorce
55 campbells chicken-noodle soup omen of death creed
56 dead cats juke
57 my inner taco handle
58 my place, or yours? mercuri
59 how to really use that spiffy monopoly money lumpy
60 struggle wif the giant pink elephant lucifer
61 why did the chicken cross the road? insane
62 y0lk test pattern mutter
63 ELiTE LiT from the master himself creed
64 creeds k-rad lit archives, volume two creed
65 UNSOPHISTICATED FASCIST BASTARDS. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND ME. creed
66 how y0lk saved my life sorta creed
67 shiny nickles, no more TP, and shitty knuckles ideal
68 some puppet plays phorce
69 ... Hello operator ... mutter
70 i bit my nail, now my finger is bleeding. traq
TT
--infoez---------------------------------------------------------------------
if you see your name on that chart, you are a y0lk member, whether you
like it or not. if you are a y0lk member, you have a y0lk member board, et
cetera.
phoenix 201 is the official eleet telecom section of y0lk
hooch is the stupendous chief shephard of y0lk.
phorce is the head samurai of y0lk! beware!
mindcrime is an official y0lk member, cuz hes just so damn wacky-ass.
heil creed. HEIL! HEIL!
to get all the rest of the y0lks, ftp to ftp.openix.com /ftp/phorce/y0lk
or... call our world headquarters, erebus, at 201-762-1373. k-rad.
*or*... look for y0lkb0t on irc, efnet.
OR... ATTENTION y0lkies! join the y0lk mailing list! chat about y0lk
and all them other zines, too! email listserv@magsystems.com with the line
subscribe y0lk in the body of the message.
dont you feel like youre getting a little too much information here?
couldnt we just show our ftp site and shut up? its just sad that we
have to advertise all our cheap media at the bottom of every textfile
like this. what a bunch of losers we are.
elite. w00h00! if you dont know me, you havent been paying much
attention, and if you do, you probably wish you didnt, so ill spare you
the angst.
i was on IRC today big suprise and i gave someone a VMB, and next
thing i know everyone was msging for VMBs, check this out
*r3ptile* - ill rub hot oils on you if you give me a VMB!
*mercuri* - ill let you be a member of the mercuri fanclub if you
give me a VMB
*tMM* - whats a VMB?
----------those are fake quotes asshole---------------------------------
i know, sorry, but the funny thing is people dont know how easy it is
to hack VMBs, so heres a quick lesson. sit down late at night with
your fav cordless and scan 800s untill you get a VMB system, then type
or *, and if it asks for a box num type one, and the usual pws are
1111, 0000, 111, box, or the box number itself. voila! now you can stop
pestering me about it.
------------gee, thanks-------------------------------------------------
no prob... ok, heres some pulp fiction for you, because my life
isnt interesting enough to write 5K about, so i have to make up stuff.
there is some truth to this, but ill let you figure it out...
Taken from the journal of a friend:
i was walking down the hallway of my small-town highschool, head
hung low like it always is, avoiding eye-contact with anyone in
such a manner that i would never be noticed. i probably wouldnt
be noticed anyway, but it was extra insurance. there were a few like
me, they called us lurkers. we never stood out in anything, we were
the industrial-strength mediocers sp? of the world. we werent
worth making fun of, because we wouldnt respond to any heckles.
so everyone just figured we were brain damaged and would leave us
alone. thats what i wanted anyway. i was content. not happy, just
content.
i went to math class, and sat in the back, and then some kid kicked
me in the shins so i moved up a row. then he started poking me to
see if id do anything. i didnt do anything outward, but something
odd happened in that moment. as the gundgy kid poked me in the arm
where all the bruises were from other kids poking me, i began to
comtemplate his death. as the teacher rambled on about nothing
interesting, and the kids threw pencils and pennies around the room,
i devised, with the aid of some sick doodles in my math notebook,
which contained little else than doodles, the demise of my fellow
classmate. it was easy enough, but i wont go into detail on the
chance that they suspect me and confiscate my computer. the details
were not important anyway, what was important was that in a few hours
hed be dead.
i made the preperations, and waited the appointed time for him to
show up, where i knew hed be.
im sitting here now... he was supposed to be here, but hes
probably spending a little more time jerking off than usual, so ill
wait. i waste my life away waiting anyway, what is a few minutes...
biting your nails is bad. i bit my nail, now my finger is bleeding.
still i wait. its 6:30. the school will close soon. no one will
miss me at home, they just wont set a place at the table, and
therell be one less person for my father to vent his fustration
at... i hate my life.
hes not going to show, i know that. ive made a mistake greater
than the one of me being born. ive made a final, grave decision,
for which the world must judge me upon. i...........
The rest of the page was covered in blood. I grabber this before
the janitors were dispersed to clean up the mess.
My friend is dead. The cops couldnt figure out what happened,
whether he died by his own hands or was murdered. There was
speculation, but no one knew enough about him to make a final
decision. The case was closed and everyones life went on. The
incident was mentioned on the loud-speaker, amidst the other
announcements, but it was like no one heard it. I did. I went
back and read his journal and laughed.
--------------disturbing... youre a sick bastard-----------------
i never denied it! well i wont tell you what is true and what is
not, so dont bother asking. you tell me. 1800-925-9999,,,181...
i must be off now, i have to be up early tomorrow and i still have
to wank it... lifes tough ya know?
... . . traq . . ..
--ind3x---------------------------------------------------------------------
.db.
title author
01 the other white meat creed
02 several k-leet hax0rs sittin around a campfire and groovin creed
03 nuclear weapons, global destruction, op wars. creed
04 a young man, an infant, a yak... all living in sin creed
05 household uses for afghanistanian food creed
06 pour cement down my anus hooch
07 hail santa! creed
08 hasidism and sysops - a pair for the nineties? hooch
09 lunchables rock. creed
10 t-shirts and toejam bedlam
11 nap-time - the dog prank - exclusive interview hooch
12 movie reviews showgirls!@ - win95 vs. os/2 sorta hooch
13 straight outta compton - dialchix - muh dawg!@ hooch
14 im a tall, goofy, dorky, chink phorce
15 bedazzled by the eliteness creed
16 how to blow your nuts out with cornstarch and orangina creed
17 i am a warez pup - who are you? hooch
18 lemmings phorce
19 the science of astrology belial
20 the notorious anticlimactic bastards of the zine scene cd/h0
21 dUcK 54uc3?!!? phorce
22 top 5000 reasons why i should kill myself creed
23 citrus fruits for sale phorce
24 group masturbation belial
25 ethereal experiences for perverted pyromaniacs creed
26 catering for the warez eleet phorce
27 brief mental pause belial
28 the army day camp belial
29 the geek theory, hickies, and another long day creed
30 nets, zines, and that chick from wings hooch
31 mentos! the freedom giver! mercuri
32 ramblings of a poseur bedlam
33 sitcoms, stereotypes, and satan creed
34 fuck you - a note to all yall on zines hooch
35 apples, oranges, and pears phorce
36 the little cultist that couldnt creed
37 careening through hyperspace at a slug-like rate creed
38 snowday phorce
39 creed is g0d creed
40 big hurt is ruler of the earth bighurt
41 dead people, nasty thoughts, and colored glue bighurt
42 bbs softwares/internet hooch
43 abandon thy gods! from yonder cometh y0lk! creed
44 mogels own very special personalized 1 y0lk issue phorce
45 your burro is no jackass! creed
46 rollerskates, indians, eagles and cougars creed
47 outer space, ice cream, streetcars and gophers creed
48 Evan the genius becomes enlightened and melts his face off creed
49 6 insignificant ziners in a bowling microcosm of life creed
50 the best of the worst creed
51 the prince of darkness versus some guy named dave trip
52 ode to my feet creed
53 hopelessly lost poots
54 the schoolhouse r0x! phorce
55 campbells chicken-noodle soup omen of death creed
56 dead cats juke
57 my inner taco handle
58 my place, or yours? mercuri
59 how to really use that spiffy monopoly money lumpy
60 struggle wif the giant pink elephant lucifer
61 why did the chicken cross the road? insane
62 y0lk test pattern mutter
63 ELiTE LiT from the master himself creed
64 creeds k-rad lit archives, volume two creed
65 UNSOPHISTICATED FASCIST BASTARDS. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND ME. creed
66 how y0lk saved my life sorta creed
67 shiny nickles, no more TP, and shitty knuckles ideal
68 some puppet plays phorce
69 ... Hello operator ... mutter
70 i bit my nail, now my finger is bleeding. traq
TT
--infoez---------------------------------------------------------------------
if you see your name on that chart, you are a y0lk member, whether you
like it or not. if you are a y0lk member, you have a y0lk member board, et
cetera.
phoenix 201 is the official eleet telecom section of y0lk
hooch is the stupendous chief shephard of y0lk.
phorce is the head samurai of y0lk! beware!
mindcrime is an official y0lk member, cuz hes just so damn wacky-ass.
heil creed. HEIL! HEIL!
to get all the rest of the y0lks, ftp to ftp.openix.com /ftp/phorce/y0lk
or... call our world headquarters, erebus, at 201-762-1373. k-rad.
*or*... look for y0lkb0t on irc, efnet.
OR... ATTENTION y0lkies! join the y0lk mailing list! chat about y0lk
and all them other zines, too! email listserv@magsystems.com with the line
subscribe y0lk in the body of the message.
dont you feel like youre getting a little too much information here?
couldnt we just show our ftp site and shut up? its just sad that we
have to advertise all our cheap media at the bottom of every textfile
like this. what a bunch of losers we are.
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