The Questorian

March/April 99 Vol. 5, Issue 3

Friday Night: Zack and I arrive earlier than normal with Mike, beaming with happiness over his new truck, following closely behind. Zack went to the front desk to get the crash space given to us for all of our work at the con. We go up to it to put our crap away, open the door and are greeted with what was to be our new room. It was nice to see that the previous occupants had found it in their hearts to leave us with a lovely meal of Chinese food laid out on the floor. They were also obviously very excited about having provided such a charitable service, so much so that they spewed erratically over all the bed sheets. I personally thought it was a rather sweet gesture to leave behind something that could keep us all warm and gooey on cold nights. Unfortunately, Zack didn't see all the work that went into the previous occupants' gesture and told the manager of the hotel how he felt about it. Strangely enough, the manager echoed Zack's feelings on the whole situation and gave us all an executive bedroom on a higher floor. I felt that that was too bad, and teared up momentarily as I thought about how much I would miss the truly unique odor of the fourth floor.

After we were all situated in the new, unadorned room; Zack remembered that he forgot something... in Burbank. So, I put on my Lion outfit, Mike put on his Dorothy outfit, Zack put on his Scarecrow outfit, and we all got into the Tin Van to hit the yellow stained road again. The rest of the night was spent in this quest for materials. We came back tired and cranky. Not even singing choppin' broccoli could bring Zack out of the slump that encompassed all of us. It is then that God lets his sense of humor shine. I step out of the van to a burbling, hissing sound. I look under the vehicle and see a veritable fountain of fix o' flat shooting out of a three-inch gash of the inner wall of my tire. I get the joke, smile sardonically, and go to sleep.

Saturday: I wake up at 8:45 a.m. and stare at the fuzzy ceiling of my van, and think of ten reasons I do need to get up, and ten reasons that I don't. The do's win, so I grumble and bitch, then head off to run my paranoia game. I'm lucky and don't have to run due to no shows. It seems my luck also spread to Joey and Tony, neither of which had to run either. It looks like the con might be all right after all. Then, I remember my van, leaning to one side like a wounded Wildebeest.

I decide to put it off and go find Louie. He's at the battletech table downstairs. So, Tony and I join him, and spend several hours bitch slapping our competitors around the table. I feel good. After getting something to eat, it's back to the G.M.'s chair. I run an In Nomine game and frighten the bejeezus out of two of my players. I paint an extremely graphic picture of what happens to a vanful of babies when it flips over several times. I savor each word passing my lips with a vulpine grin as one of the players at my table seems to be experiencing blood loss from his face, and makes fish-like motions with his mouth. It's good to be king I think, as I trick that very same player into killing the last surviving child.

To celebrate, I go and find my friends. Wait... where the hell did my friends go? I go up to the room and find Zack buzzy, singing choppin' broccoli, lying in bed and talking to Alex. Not exactly a party atmosphere, so I garnish information from them on the whereabouts of everyone else.

"That was some faulty-ass information," I think as I step out onto the rooftop bar area and notice that it's completely shut down. I spend the next half-hour hunting my friends down and find them in the lower bar surrounding their drunken prey with two other stray dogs (guys) that I don't know. The prey looks around with her glazy eyes, but doesn't give in to the kill. I think to myself, "C'mon, you've got these claws and razor sharp teeth, and your just batting the bunny around. You don't know how to kill it." Anyway, lets just say that the bunny got away well played with, and I got buzzy. Yay.

(from left to tight: Zack "O.G. Grouch" Infanger, David "Smack Yo Biznitch Up" Bleecher, Matt "Mad Skillz" Alcala, Louie "Tip Da 40" Day, and Dom "You Best be Steppin" the Fiiznuck Back" Infanger)

Sunday: I wake up at 8:50... shit. I'm late. I am not prepared to play today. I arrive at the table laboriously schlepping my fogged mind along with me. I imbibe a coke, swallow the smile along with a Vivarin and invoke the ancient power of the wild Dingo and scratch myself. Ready as I'll ever be, I greet my players and run a good Paranoia game. Everyone laughed, and everyone died. Perfect.

Mike and I take the tire off of my van, drive to around for about three and a half hours to get it to Mexicali tires. We get back exhausted, and I finish putting the tire on. Good thing too, because it's now time to run my next game.

I arrive in the room at almost the same time that the smell does. That's when I knew that this game would be truly exciting. The stench was frighteningly wrong and all seemed to be coming from this group of four people at my table. I thought I knew the butt crack crew, but I had now been introduced to its leaders. I had a blind man, a fat red head (Ed., there's always one... it's a BCC law), a gap-toothed unwashed dork who had the mind control power of "Summon Fat Whiny Autistic Woman". Oh, the humanity. I needed back up, so I asked Louie and Joey to play. Misery loves company. How should I explain the game? Seven words: Now I understand why lemmings commit suicide.

We all go back to my van (sans the Stinky Ones) and get blind stinking drunk. I don't remember much else of that night.

Monday: Very, very painful.

I hope the next con doesn't hurt so much or smell quite so bad (Ed., yeah... right). A boy can wish, can't he? (Ed., no).

There have been over a hundred members in Quest Club at one time or another during the ten years we have been active in Burbank. Some have left due to necessity. Others have left due to choice. More still remain to this day and, new members join us often. I have made life-long friendships with some of you and have good relationships with most (if not all). I like to think that I am doing an adequate job as your president and that I am satisfying your needs within our club. I have enjoyed the last ten years more than words can do credit and I hope that our club will continue to grow and thrive for many years to come. Still, there is something missing. An element that I have not yet been able to introduce into the mix.

Many of you have asked me the question "What is Quest Club for?" in one way or another over the years. I have tried to answer this in many ways but the problem has always been that our club – for all it is – isn’t much. At this time in our history we aren’t much more than any other RPG club out there. So I often ask myself – "what makes QC special?" "What can I do to bring QC into greatness?" Sometimes I wonder if that is even possible or, if that is even what my members want. It’s times like those that I look into the QC photo album. There I see the records of all the events and games we’ve had over the years. In those pictures I see so many of you, both past and present, that have found priceless moments through QC. It is inspiring to me and I realize that we are special and we can make anything happen.

I know that there are some of you out there that look to QC for nothing more than a game. Then there are others (like Dom, Chip, Dingo, others and myself) who seek to gain more out of it. All the talk about "breaking up the clicks", improving unity, stamping out flakiness of members (especially officers), and stopping the drifting away of members, has prompted me to think real seriously about the direction of Quest Club. So, to borrow from the movie Jerry Maguire, think of this as my "Mission Statement".

When I started this club all those years ago, I hoped to build a brotherhood. I wanted to belong to something. Not someone else’s ideal of fraternity but my own. So I set out to create Quest Club – an organization that revolves around my favorite pastime – role-playing games. I hoped to attract other people that not only shared in my love for gaming but also wanted to share in my vision for a great organization. I hoped that in ten years I would be the president of a large social club that has it’s own clubhouse, van or bus, lots of money for incredible special events, tons of tangibles, and a sense of brotherhood that rivaled college fraternities. As you well know I have failed to attain that stature thus far.

I contribute much of that to faults of my own. For one thing, I haven’t dedicated enough to making it happen – I’ve been lazy. For another, I lack the business sense and knowledge to make the money we need to attain this goal. Finally, I haven’t seriously sought out others who do have that knowledge and determination to help me gain those lofty goals. In addition, my failures have permeated a sense of apathy and melancholy that has thus far blocked any opportunities that may have already come knocking at our collective door. I’d like to change that now.

As president of this club it is my duty to oversee the operations of all aspects therein. It is also my duty to make sure that each and every member of QC is dedicated to, contributing to, and benefiting from our collective works. As of today I plan to make those two directives substantial. My first action towards this commitment is to ask all Quest Club members to consider what it is I am aspiring to and ask yourselves if this is what you want as well. Since this may be the defining statement for what I hope is our club’s future I feel the need to clarify my goals.

I do not yet have a plan of how to make this happen but I want to work with those who agree with me on figuring a way out to get these things for us. I want to recruit new members who have skills, talents and other resources we can use towards these ends. I want to examine our current membership to determine which of us have these kinds of resources and how we can best use them. It is my hope that if we all make a solid commitment to Quest Club, we will be able to come together and accomplish our goals by next year. The benefits we could harvest from such an endeavor could be phenomenal.

This is not a power trip and I do not want to be the overlord of Quest Club. I want to see my club prosper – no matter what it takes. To stress how serious I am about this, I want to make it known that I am fully willing to step down as president of Quest Club and act as a board member if someone else steps up who can lead us better. In turn I expect all of my fellow officers to be willing to sacrifice their positions in the same manner. That’s what I believe it’s all about – commitment and sacrifice for the betterment of the club.

Our club has gone through many changes just as all of us have done. For all the changes we still have not attained solidarity. I truly hope and fully intend for this motion I am making to become the makeover that launches Quest Club out of idleness and into greatness. I hope all of you will join me in this and really take a hand in YOUR club’s future. I look forward to hearing from you on this. Thank you for your attention, time, and consideration.

Sincerely,

Zack Infanger – President of Quest Club.

(Samurai and Geisha girl and my wannabe Japanese writing)

Markie Infanger 3-16

Matt Alcala 3-24

Teresa Infanger 3-31

Wade Harlan 4-5

Dom Infanger 4-18

Lewis Day 4-22

March 25^th: Sorry to do this to you but I need to schedule a board meeting for Thursday night, the 25th (2 days!). The meeting will be held at my house at 7pm. It is being held to discuss some direction issues, collect dues, handout Player's Tourney modules to GMs, and hopefully hand out the newsletter. I NEED Kevin, Dom, and Dingo there. I'd like it if Brian can show as well but understand if he can't. The rest of you are expected as well but proxy is acceptable. The meeting should be wrapped up by 8pm.

March 28^th: Sunday; Players tournament at 'We Be Games' $0 for members and $3 for non-members. This should be a hell of a good time.

March 29^th: Kevin's running a 1 nighter (Rifts I think from 6pm-12am), give him a call.

April 2^nd: We are going to have a fund raiser, I think it's going to be another taping call Kevin for details.

April 10^th: Brian's running a GM training session, you know what to do :)

April 18^th: Sat picnic from 10am till whenever. bring friends and family and stuff to eat.

April 27^th: I'm starting a new game, runs every other Sat from 12pm-6pm or so. D&D if interested call Dominic.

May (21^st - 24^th ): This will be the first con held at the new hotel. Quest Club will be attending this con as usual. I need at least four GMs to volunteer to run games at the con. If you are a QC GM or are aspiring to be a GM, this is a good opportunity to get some play in. Also, it is a good way to support QC. All GMs who volunteer will get a free badge, crash space, and a QC only Game room. In addition, I will pay each of you 1 million dollars.

If you're interested in helping out and going to this con, please contact me ASAP with your confirmation, the types of games you want to run, how many games you want to run, and what times/days you want to run them. Thanks for the support.

PS: If you are interested in being on "Team QC" for the tourneys at the con, please contact Brian and/or I as well. There may or may not be a team at the con depending on member interest.

I swiftly headed for the forest and tried to find out where I was and how I got here. After two days a small group of strange ‘humans’ came to me for help in killing a man. I am normally peaceful, but this knight called Soth spoke of a way to get me home. He seemed to know his way around and I just had to try any way I could. Through there Pagan magic we flew for several days. I saw that there were many lands other then the one I first found and each one seemed very different than the others. We met someone called Magnus and he seemed to not like Soth but was still willing to help us as he hated the man we were after. Even with the extreme lack of leadership qualities this ‘Soth’ shows, we were able to make it to a town that should help us get to this man we must kill. I have many misgivings about killing a creature without knowing it’s guilt and from the looks of Soth’s men I don’t know who should be punished. After much searching (and bickering within the party) we found the hide out of this evil man. For if he were not evil he could not truly survive here. Marching through his maze like castle we found our way to the main chamber. Much like a thrown room but with less taste. The egos flared as we came into the room filled with wizards. I noticed all of them begin casting as we entered and began to find a better place to stand. Unfortunately my ‘friends’ were not that fast (which seems to be only one of their problems).

Magic the likes I have never seen were unleashed upon the poor souls, however they were all still standing as the smoke cleared. I was most impressed (and a little let down to be honest). The battle carried on for almost an hour as we tried many things with little success. Our ‘noble’ leader, Soth, merle tried to hack his way through the room with as much success as kissing them (which he may have preferred). I was able to get to Soth and offer some advice, at which point the battle turned for the better. We began to team up on one wizard at a time so as to limit the spell choices of his teammates and more quickly achieve our goal.

Trying to get to the master was as hard as picking a flea from the middle of your own back. We did finally catch him off-guard, and with luck, stop him from getting away. After a little clean up (and much healing to those able to still stand) we found our way home and were granted prizes of great fortune. However I happily turned them all down to just go home and be rid of the sick and perverse beings I was forced to travel with for almost 2 weeks. It is a hell I shall never forget. May this simple journal help goodly creatures to never suffer the pain or mental drain of knowing those I have spoke of .

--The Mighty Hulk

Evander’s Journeys Visits:

"I was first drawn to Taj Teblaw by songs I had seldom heard before – those of the Orc nation. Yes, it’s true that many realms in countless worlds have heard the rough and rugged, almost revolting "dis" harmonies of orc tunes before but none like this. For the first time their songs declared victorious order. For the first time, harmony flowed along with the words. These were not the ignorant voices of barbarian hordes for which most Orc races have come to be known throughout existence. No, these voices sang of greatness and treasured history. When I parted the fog shroud separating me from this intriguing new realm, I had entered a place where Orcs had long been the dominant race. Humans, Elves, and Dwarves it seemed, were the interlopers. They were invaders of this new land. The Orc race has risen above others and has created a well-organized, efficient militocracy. The Orc military rule is absolute. Most crimes are punished by death and those not of the warrior class are looked down upon. As with many other Orc nations, the strong shall survive. The strongest of all becomes "Tavo-Sa" (Leading General of the Realm). In this age, Dekkell the Humanfoe is Tavo-Sa of Taj Teblaw. Dekkell attained the title recently by defeating the previous leader – Grotan.

For the last twelve years, Grotan had ruled Taj Teblaw. As Leading General of the Realm, Grotan saw his share of war. Most notable was his campaign against the Glocklan Dwarves. That war secured hundreds of prisoners and captured the Gnome city-state of Macbelly which, had been previously allied with and protected by the dwarves. The three-year campaign included as many subterranean engagements as it did surface battles. When it ended, the dwarves were beaten and forced to retreat into their mountain home, where they remain today.

After the war, Grotan spent most of his time fortifying the borders against possible incursion from the humans or the elves. In his time he came to be known as "The Stonemason" due to the back-to-back building projects he managed. Grotan used dwarven prisoners and gnome slave labor to build the Lur-Dech Wall - an intricate and colossal stone ring that surrounds and protects the Orc capitol. He also increased the empire’s naval forces five fold, used dwarven and gnomish skill to develop firearms, strengthen fortresses, and maximize the advantages of siege engines.

While I am sure that Grotan’s efforts have created priceless advantages for his nation, others such as Dekkell were not. Dekkell led a sizable party of officers and their troops against Grotan in a bloody civil war. Dekkell’s faction claimed that Grotan had grown weak and feared to return to war. That, they said, was the reason he spent all his time building instead of crushing the humans. Maybe, but I don’t think so. When the civil war broke out, Grotan fought as hard as any other on the field. The war was violent, costly, and quick – having ended abruptly when Grotan was cut down at the battle of Chun-Dab. Having lost their leader, the Imperial forces suffered a major hit to their morale. When the priests of Larthan (the Orc’s God) refused to raise him, the war was over. From that day on, Dekkell was Tavo-Sa of Taj Teblaw.

Dekkell immediately declared war on the humans and elves when he became Tavo-Sa. Despite the ravages of civil war still affecting his country, Dekkell has moved against the enemy, mostly by sea thus far. The humans have responded by attacking sporadically along the borders. Ironically, it is the defenses built by Grotan that have repelled all assaults to date.

Orc offenses have been minor, consisting of pirate attacks on human and elven ports and raids on border towns. Dekkell has realized that his forces need time to recover and has called off a full offensive. Dekkell truly hates humans though and a full-scale invasion is eminent. The humans are aware of this and looking for ways to prepare. Talk is of sending a small team into orc territory to gather information. I intend to follow that group and see how they fare against these most unusual adversaries – the Orcs of Taj Teblaw.

A New Era

I am called Slobber Boy, and this... is my story.

Raised by a pack of six wild lesbians in the wild forests of Endor, my childhood was one of frustration and bitch slaps. I was forced to watch the debacle of lesbian lovemaking well through my teens, which as it happens, is the time that I earned my name. It was either that or "Little Tampon"... but I don't want to go into that story.

At the age of 18, or thereabouts, as no one knew my true age, I was exiled from the pack to find my own way. Outside of going down on my various mommies when the others were out hunting, I had no survival skills. I was scared and alone, I cried a lot, then masturbated, then cried some more.

On my second day out, I was lucky to stumble upon a small two-legged furry creature. All I had to kill it with was two partially used suppositories and a pointed stick. But, upon seeing my arsenal, the creature surrendered. That night, next to my custom made rotisserie, I had my first amazing taste of the succulent food that is roasted Ewok. A slightly disturbing observation came to me as I chopped the little critter into bite-sized pieces. It's feet looked quite a lot like mine. And also, though my nose isn't quite as flat as I noticed its' was, I had the same type of facial features. "Oh well," I thought to myself as I sawed off its right hand, "it's probably nothing."

After many weeks of hunting Ewoks and growing stronger on their tender flesh, I was becoming complacent. This couldn't possibly be all that life had to offer... there had to be more. It was time to explore the world, and maybe find out more about my heritage in the process. For I am Slobber Boy, and my name will be known to all.

Out on one of my weekly Ewok hunting excursions, I stumbled across a strange structure. It looked somewhat like one of my mommies' breasts when she was lying on the ground, but without the nipple. Well, my mommies' always told me, "Never let a good boob go unexplored." And, by ItchieCoochie, Goddess of the Underbrush, I wouldn't!

After avoiding the shiny white creatures around it, I climbed to the top of the big black boob. At the top, I found that there was a nipple, if a very small one, poking out from the center of the big boob. I tentatively licked at it, and was surprised to find that it tasted like metal. Running my tongue along the length of the metal-like nipple, I almost jumped out of my skin as the side of the nipple moved and a little red button popped out. "Strange," I thought, "That's definitely not where that's supposed to pop out of."

Coming to the realization that I was dealing with an alien species of lesbian, I did what any good lesbian would do, I licked with strong pressure against the aroused red button. Then something really weird happened... the side of the nipple opened up completely. I knew that I was in risky territory now since my mommies always bitch slapped me if I ever even contemplated coming inside, but I didn't see any hands coming for me. Was this a test? I decided at that moment, it was time to prove my manhood and defy my mommies' hard-learned lesson. I went all the way into the hole. It slid closed behind me. This wasn't anything like I thought it would be. It wasn't even sticky... "I will soon change that," I decided while grabbing my "evil-bad-yucky-man-stick". Until...

Red lights started flashing, and a screaming sound, not unlike my mommies' in the middle of the night but a lot louder, erupted all around me. " If this is what happens," I contemplated," no wonder they never let me come inside". Right then, a rumbling permeated the inner chamber of the alien boob, so I sat down and didn't move. I felt an extreme pressure for a long time, and then I seemed to be floating.

I was amazed and flabbergasted... I was in the middle of an alien lesbian multiple orgasm! This is how my mommies always explained it was like, too. I just stopped being able to think for a second when I got an orgasm and felt really weak, and they said, "That's because you're a weak and pitiful man-thing that can't ever experience a real orgasm, now lick my butt crack clean Slobber Boy!" Well, who's in the middle of a multiple orgasm now, huh? Oh sorry, got sidetracked there for a second. When the feeling of movement seemed to dissipate, I jammed my thumb in my butt, and thanked Wowicantbelieveitsnotbutter, Queen Goddess Extraordinaire of Multiple Orgasms.

Many days past as I sat inside the big nipple waiting for the orgasm to completely subside so that I would be allowed to pull out. I survived on the scraps of Ewok that I had left and drank from the water in my wet sack. Out of nowhere came a hard pressure that slammed me into the inner wall of the nipple. I could barely move. It seemed to go on forever, and Smackypaf, Goddess of Playful Restraints, knows that I can't take another orgasm. All of a sudden it stopped, and the nipple opened up again.

Light poured in and I was momentarily blinded. I heard the sounds of alien voices and slowly started picking out the shadowy shapes looming over me, and I knew that I was about to receive the biggest bitch slap of my entire life...

To be continued (unless of course Brian gets his act together)...

-David "Dingo" Bleecher

This section will try to highlight some of the stories circulating around the world regarding our role-playing games. It is hoped that you will write in response to these stories. If you do, we will publish your answers in the following issue.

Just by the title of this article, you may have figured that there is a definite similarity between all of the above. In case some of my readers don't read much science fiction (unlikely as I know that is), William Gibson is the premiere writer of cyberpunk novels. The following terms were coined by him and then by everyone else.:

AI- Artificial Intelligence. Completely freethinking. Restrained only by the laws of the Matrix.

Chiba City- A city based completely on the technological black market. Very much like a futuristic vision of Hong Kong. Also known as the "Sprawl."

Black ICE- An extremely dangerous artificial intelligence security system around protecting classified information of only the military and the richest of the rich.

Decker Cowboy- A person who is extremely good at hacking into different networks, taking pride in the ability to slide past ICE. The more complex, the better.

Derm- A strong drug administered by sticking it to the skin.

Doll- A hooker who rents her body to a whorehouse and has her memory turned off through cybernetic implants during the actual work period.

Flatline- A human psyche basically Xeroxed onto a hard drive. Usually done to high ranking company officials. But sometimes to less desirable members of society (i.e., cowboy deckers).

ICE- Information defense systems used by companies and banks to keep hackers out. Sometimes deadly.

ICE breaker- A program, usually military, made for the express purpose of sneaking past, and sometimes destroying, ICE.

Jacking In- Plugging into the matrix, usually through cybernetic hardware.

Matrix- The futuristic version of the internet. Instead of being type commanded, it is completely visually driven. It is home to all of the information in the world, in constant motion.

Street Samurai- A person, who through extreme cybernetic implanting, has amazing strength, reflexes, and hidden weapons all throughout their bodies. Usually used as bodyguards or hitmen.

Although there are many other terms, you will see these popping up through all of the titles listed above. Unfortunately, the writers of Hollywood have nowhere near the talent of William Gibson in creating or even recreating pieces in his universe. The role-playing games touch on the visceral, unreal quality of it all, but are only as good as the G.M.'s running them. The Matrix is opening on March 31^st with the unfortunate mishap of a broken condom named Keanu Reeves in the lead role. Try to count the number of times that these terms come up and just remember the richness of the universe that they've stolen from when you watch this, and remember the originator of it all.

Movies a la Dingo

This movie is set in 1846, near the end of the Mexican-American War. A cowardly soldier has just been promoted to major after accidentally ending up behind enemy lines and taking decisive a base single-handedly. At his honorary dinner, he has flashbacks of drinking the blood of his fallen comrades as it falls into his mouth whilst he played dead. The look of his steak combined with his appetizing memory cause him to puke.

Somehow, this is considered to be a career ending act by the general, and he is exiled to a fort far out to the North. Then the movie gets stupid, backed by one of the worst soundtracks I have ever had the misfortune of being within a ten mile radius of. If I ever feel the need to torture someone to the point of self-cannibalization, I now know two notes on a banjo that can do it inside of two minutes.

I won't lie, I enjoyed some of the scenes in this movie with glee, but they were few and far between. There were holes through this film so large that I thought that John Holmes had been reborn and was cornholing the editor throughout the cutting process. Bottom Line: See in a matinee, but only if "Little Princess and the Magic Silver Dildo" has sold out.

The change is over, The Task complete

Then why can't I stand this heat

Not even in hell's kitchen, where could I be

Sometimes it's hard not to be blind when you don't want to see

What to choose, what to lose

Which is the option I would not abuse

As my own, I am alone

Being so lost, can I find my way home

The path is so dark, but I paved it that way

But if I sit to long, I will decay

Forage forward, it's your move

Why am I paralyzed, I have nothing to prove

This is all so secondary, what must I do first

Find myself, my tension threatens to burst

Leave the lost, find the found

Losing life, Homeward bound

It is always so complex in its simplicity

Not as simple as this conformity

I don’t want to be abstract to this work of art

But I can't paint my life unless I start.

It's a pleasant part of the suction of seduction and the reduction

And lovely ladies smile with their lovely masks, and I bask … never ask

-David "Dingo" Bleecher

Pain the tyrant, finish the reign

Rain of filth, guilt the sword

Sword pierces soul, breaking the ward

Ward against evil, vile damnation

Damnation of morality, sick violation

Violation of purity making amends

Amends with my enemies, enemies friends

Friends of the faithful, ending the strife

Strife seems eternal, rebegin life

Life is naught, more than he must

Must be divine, humanity is just

Just another trial all must pass

Pass into eternity, shattered like glass

Glass, transparent is the soul

Soul of the lost, heart stole

Stole the mind, reap the fear

Fear the knowledge as it draws near

Near the goal press the task

Task begun, time for a new mask

-Matt Alcala

Beautiful Asian woman wanted. Must be intelligent, sexy, and like buku big men! MONEY IS NO OBJECT (at least for now). Willing to marry for green cards. If interested please call Dingo at (213) 813-2316, **50 and number.

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