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VINTAGE: Special Edition - USE AFS.COM AND 8Ox50 TO VIEW - ACRONYM: DFC
..... ... .. . hP! . ....... : ...
:: d E V I N S f I R S T c O N T A C T
.: The story you are about read is true. All persons, places,
:: and events occurred exactly as it recorded here. Any persons
:: with a history of high blood pressure, heart attacks, stokes,
: epileptic seizures, kidney failure, brain tumors, or other
. forms of cancer should immediately cease viewing this
. / as its been known to cause cancer of the rectum.
t was just another boring saturday afternoon in the
. city of Shaolin, but it was the first saturday in a
long time Ild actually had some free time to kill.
Vintage: Special Edition was being held in an hour
so I was kicking around the net waiting for the event to
begin. As I reached down and picked up my smokes I noticed
the pack felt a little lighter than it should. Opening the
pack I realized I was out, and a Sev run was a
. / definite necessity if I was going to do the compo.
. o I said a couple quick goodbyes to my ascii peeps
and started off down the block to 7-11. Sev had
always been a kind of temple to me. No matter where
in the country I went I could always count on a 7-11
to be close by, always open, and always well stocked with my
favorite brand of smokes, slurpee, and other cravings. Yes,
today was going to be a good day, I could feel it all the way
down to my bones.
/ ut no sooner than I had thought that did my ears
/ start ringing. And it wasnt just one of those got
some water in your ears from the shower type of
ringings either, oh no, this was a scream from the depths of
hell boring right into my mind with its own diamond carbide
drill tip. I clasp my hands around my ears to try and make this
horrible ringing stop before I was tempted to rip my own ears
off, but it just kept on wailing. My vision began to dim, and
I wondered if this was what it felt like to die. My knees
buckled under my own weight and the last thing I remember of
that point in time is hitting the pavement and looking up in
to the sky, and the underside of a craft not of this world.
he next thing I remember is a bright
/ light glaring into my eyes as three
small grey beings with large black
eyes stared down at me. I was laying on a
large table, unable to move as I was coated
/ in some strange gelatinous substance which
resisted all my efforts to jump and up and
flee from this nightmare turned reality.
-- -- Slowly a voice spoke in my mind, a voice
/ that seemed to have no origin. The voice
/ / told me there was no need to fear, I would
come to no harm. I didnt want to believe
it, after all, what had I done to deserve this kind of thing? I
just wanted to go to Sev and grab some smokes and a slurpee. I
hadnt done anything to these motherfuckers yet here they were
abducting me off the street in broad daylight, and prolly making
me miss Vintage too.
ssholes! I screamed at my abductors, trying to make
them see how pissed off I was at this interruption of
my normally scheduled day. The alien closest to my feet
turned to look at the one by my head, slowly nodding
as if they were speaking without words. Darkness again
took hold of me.
hen I found myself laying in the middle of the park
/ across from my house, wearing only socks, but a coke
slurpee in my hands and a fresh pack of smokes in my
jacket pocket. I stumbled home, drinking my slurpee, and
::::: ::: : trying to figure out how I was going to explain missing
: Vintage this time. As I sat down at my terminal I looked at
: clock over by my bed and with a small grin join vcompo
: just as Sargon was explaining the rules.
. ..:.. appreciate the smokes and the slurpee, but the assholes
: still owe me a new pair of Airwalks the way I see it. And
incase you couldnt guess by now, my real name is Devin.
l .
/ l l l /l
l/ : l/ .
// 1997
v I N T A G E
s P E C I A L e D I T I O N 1
VINTAGE: Special Edition - 1997 Hiro Protagonist/Quad-P - Winner
the only difference between this version and the winning version presented
in V:SE is a few fixed typos and I actually put a T in the Vintage logo..
hehe. luv to everyone who participated and thanks to tango for the diz.
- hIRO hiro@ricochet.qpt.com
@BEGINFILEID.DIZ
.---- tG --.
- -- Quad-P Proudly Presents -- -
devins first contact by hiro
winning entry of vintage: special edition
@ENDFILEID.DIZ
..... ... .. . hP! . ....... : ...
:: d E V I N S f I R S T c O N T A C T
.: The story you are about read is true. All persons, places,
:: and events occurred exactly as it recorded here. Any persons
:: with a history of high blood pressure, heart attacks, stokes,
: epileptic seizures, kidney failure, brain tumors, or other
. forms of cancer should immediately cease viewing this
. / as its been known to cause cancer of the rectum.
t was just another boring saturday afternoon in the
. city of Shaolin, but it was the first saturday in a
long time Ild actually had some free time to kill.
Vintage: Special Edition was being held in an hour
so I was kicking around the net waiting for the event to
begin. As I reached down and picked up my smokes I noticed
the pack felt a little lighter than it should. Opening the
pack I realized I was out, and a Sev run was a
. / definite necessity if I was going to do the compo.
. o I said a couple quick goodbyes to my ascii peeps
and started off down the block to 7-11. Sev had
always been a kind of temple to me. No matter where
in the country I went I could always count on a 7-11
to be close by, always open, and always well stocked with my
favorite brand of smokes, slurpee, and other cravings. Yes,
today was going to be a good day, I could feel it all the way
down to my bones.
/ ut no sooner than I had thought that did my ears
/ start ringing. And it wasnt just one of those got
some water in your ears from the shower type of
ringings either, oh no, this was a scream from the depths of
hell boring right into my mind with its own diamond carbide
drill tip. I clasp my hands around my ears to try and make this
horrible ringing stop before I was tempted to rip my own ears
off, but it just kept on wailing. My vision began to dim, and
I wondered if this was what it felt like to die. My knees
buckled under my own weight and the last thing I remember of
that point in time is hitting the pavement and looking up in
to the sky, and the underside of a craft not of this world.
he next thing I remember is a bright
/ light glaring into my eyes as three
small grey beings with large black
eyes stared down at me. I was laying on a
large table, unable to move as I was coated
/ in some strange gelatinous substance which
resisted all my efforts to jump and up and
flee from this nightmare turned reality.
-- -- Slowly a voice spoke in my mind, a voice
/ that seemed to have no origin. The voice
/ / told me there was no need to fear, I would
come to no harm. I didnt want to believe
it, after all, what had I done to deserve this kind of thing? I
just wanted to go to Sev and grab some smokes and a slurpee. I
hadnt done anything to these motherfuckers yet here they were
abducting me off the street in broad daylight, and prolly making
me miss Vintage too.
ssholes! I screamed at my abductors, trying to make
them see how pissed off I was at this interruption of
my normally scheduled day. The alien closest to my feet
turned to look at the one by my head, slowly nodding
as if they were speaking without words. Darkness again
took hold of me.
hen I found myself laying in the middle of the park
/ across from my house, wearing only socks, but a coke
slurpee in my hands and a fresh pack of smokes in my
jacket pocket. I stumbled home, drinking my slurpee, and
::::: ::: : trying to figure out how I was going to explain missing
: Vintage this time. As I sat down at my terminal I looked at
: clock over by my bed and with a small grin join vcompo
: just as Sargon was explaining the rules.
. ..:.. appreciate the smokes and the slurpee, but the assholes
: still owe me a new pair of Airwalks the way I see it. And
incase you couldnt guess by now, my real name is Devin.
l .
/ l l l /l
l/ : l/ .
// 1997
v I N T A G E
s P E C I A L e D I T I O N 1
VINTAGE: Special Edition - 1997 Hiro Protagonist/Quad-P - Winner
the only difference between this version and the winning version presented
in V:SE is a few fixed typos and I actually put a T in the Vintage logo..
hehe. luv to everyone who participated and thanks to tango for the diz.
- hIRO hiro@ricochet.qpt.com
@BEGINFILEID.DIZ
.---- tG --.
- -- Quad-P Proudly Presents -- -
devins first contact by hiro
winning entry of vintage: special edition
@ENDFILEID.DIZ
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