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| presents a new intro |
| simply called: |
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| - V I S I O N - |
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| - V I S I O N - |
| is unique to most other intros |
| you may have viewed from various |
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| - S R H - |
| ...dedicated to quality products. |
| NOT intros packed |
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| - V I S I O N - |
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| was released by -SRH- on 06.30.94 |
| The stories contained herein |
| are purely fictional |
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| Quick Creds |
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| code & gfx...Intruder/SRH |
| music......Timewalker/PMC |
| stories.........J.Gutwein |
welcome again to the latest srh production this one coming from social disease bbs.
we got a strange idea before coding this prod that it
might be sort of interesting to contain some actual literature in the
scroll text by means of - short stories - ......short stories have been
very popular for years in almost every area of the world
.....so anyway no fucking bbs
addies here!!!!....after all...true sceners dont need to scrape bbs numbas from a
fuckin intro! do they!? sorry this just pisses the fuck outta me!! ....enough shit....lets get started eh?!...these stories were written by a
personal friend of mine - jenifer gutwein - ....the first story is
entitled: - escape from insanity - click left mouse any time to exit intro
. story starting in ...9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1..reality...what was it??
what kind of truth was it?? why couldnt i accept it and understand it like
everyone else? maybe the only reason i wasnt able to accept it was because
i was sane and they were not. something happened to them one day and i must
have missed it fore i still had my sanity. i would sit day after day alone
and wollow in pain for all of them. my flesh became raw from the bitter
draft that crept from underneath the doors. i would force myself to stand
outside for atleast a half hour every day. but everytime i saw someone i
became hysterical and frightened...so after a while i just bolted my doors
and swore to myself to never come out again. i began to hear distant voices
calling my childhood name...timothy..timothy... the voices would get
louder and raspier...timothy..timothy...they sounded as if the devil were
screaming in torture. after a while they would go away. the windows would
tremble in fear. the doors screamed to be let open. i felt fear and
confusion. i had to hide. i had to get out. i had to escape the voices.
i had to escape them before they got me. i hid in the molding bathroom
until i heard the doors quite down. i knew my time had come. my opportunity
had finally arrisen to rid myself of this crazy world before it was too
late...i came out and sat myself down on my favorite multi colored chair.
as i sat i wondered what kind of plan was capable of not only escaping
reality and its insane inhabitants -the people- but also escape a withering
man of a repetitous life. then it came to me a plan of all plans. yes...and
this plan would suit my purpose well indeed. later that evening as i was
preparing myself for the nights rest i pondered of the following
morning knowing that i had a busy day ahead of me. the night drifted by
peacefully without interruption. that morning an eiry strangeness aroused
me. i felt as if there was a single stream of energy jetting through my body
body. i unbolted teh back door and walked out. the suns scorching beams
stung my eyes. i closed to get accustomed to the bright colors. looking
to my right i saw the fence that i built long ago to separate me from the
world. i centered my eyes on the oak tree. it was strong in its features.
it stood proudly near the fence. as i looked on i saw what i was looking
for. the hammock it was still connected to the tree and fence. almost
forgetting the rusted shovel in my hands i began to dig a hole in the
hardened ground underenath the hammock. with every scoop of dirt i
transported it onto the hammock. by the time i got the hole to my
satisfaction it was late. even the sun fell asleep in the mountains. i
went inside not forgetting to bolt my door and retired for the night.
after a few hours of serene sleep i was abruptly awaken by a voice
screaming in agony using my name to pain me...timothy...timothy...then as
quickly as it came it was gone. again in the morning i woke and began to
carry out with my plan. i built a wooden box only big enough for my sanity
and i to lay comfortably. after finishing that i lowered it into the hole
i had dug the previous day. nearing completion of my plan i walked toward
the house to sleep and anticipated to dream of my plan of escape from
insanity. as i entered the door i saw a figure run past me and down into
the hall. i noticed the front door was wide open. frantically i started to
panic. without hesitation i darted to the kitchen drawer. abruptly opening
it i grabbed the sharpest knife i could find. turning towards the back
door i quickly exited the room while gasping in horror. on the short spree
from the door to the hammock i screamed towards the entity - you will never
catch me - ...when i reached the hammock i stabbed violently beneath it and
let loose the wild dirt. dropping the beastly knife i pulled the lid off
the coffin and laid inside. i covered my body with the lid and listened to
the wild dirt as it laid upon me...........elsewhere in the morning hours
after the escape a young nurse walked past a man talking to himself. the
young nurse turned toward an older nurse and asked her who the man was.
- oh - the nurse said looking at the man.... - that is timothy...it seems
that some of his neighbors broke in to look for him to see if he was ok and
they found that someone had burried him in the backyard. what has the
world come to? crazy people running around in our own neiborhoods. its a
good thing he was ok. nice man that timothy. its always the good people.
- the end - now for our second story. this one simply
entitled: - the tree - starting in 9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2..
in the dream the tree swayed gently against the wind. a child sat
infront of it with her legs crossed. her eyes gazed in wonder at the huge
landmark. in her tiny mind she searched for the answer of what made it so
big. it was 3 o-clock when his mind turned on him and stole his sweet
little marissa and put him threw a storm of nightmares. in the nightmare
marissa sat there still in a set gaze. her frail body began to shiver from
the sudden chill in the wind. the sky turned black and the amazing tree
turned face and began to truely live as a beast in the nightmare. the
child stunned by fear did not move. the tree starving for flesh took
fancy on the child who sat in front of him. how sweet she looked sitting
there with her yellow summer dress he thought.. his evil almost slipped
from his torn branches. but hunger took over and any pity for the girl
that the tree had deep down in his core was now gone and forgotten. it
was 4 o-clock when he realized what was going to happen. he struggled
to wake but exhaustion overwhelmed him. the power of the dream kept him
there in its wicked reality. he had to continue on watching the horrid
flick. no strength was in the child so she continued on sitting nothing was
in her mind she was completely blank. the tree held her in his trance.
she was his prey. the tree began his preparation for his feast. he advanced
toward her druewling for her soft flesh. wanting her made him crazy. his
detiorating branches grabbed at her eagerly. he tore her limbs apart
while she screamed in horrid pain.. stuffing her into his mouth while
spitting out the bones. his feast was short fore it was only a child to
fill him. it was 5 o-clock when the nightmare released him from its grasp.
sweat lingered on his body as he laid there in tears for that little girl.
His heart ripped open and all pain poured in.. to never leave him. that
little girls face burned into his memory. he would never forget her fore
how could a man ever forget his daughter. - the end -
thaz all folks scroll re-starting in 9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1.................................................