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*I will not be giving any real spoilers until Nov 1. All you get is the last chapter's title.

$$$ 19991101 illegal surveilence of demoscene 20091001 $$$

*contact me if you think you have both the lingual, philosophical and theosophical

*I have all the data I need, now I am cutting the ## 99% fat free noodles ##
[edit - I think foo must've @hacked. LOL He does that to all of us from time to time]

*contact me if you think you have both the lingual, philosophical and theosophical skills to tackle this. I already have all the code/music/data I need. So the rest of you can bite me.
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I understand "1=!" but also "1 = 707 + 2 + 'beer' + 'pi'^(e)"


I alone am not equal to anything.

I am of the understanding that we are drinking beer, and eating pie (whatever form that may take).

Also I am laughing with you at some kind of obscure joke.
IT WAS A BICYCLE HORN AND SHE PUT IT THERE ON PURPOSE
added on the 2009-10-10 12:42:27 by kb_ kb_
I wouldn't choose that one.
added on the 2009-10-10 12:49:06 by trc_wm trc_wm
*bob is tweet ___________
*pouet is tweet ___ ____ __ _ _ | __ ___ ___|
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bob laughs at your pathetic attempts at flamage.
bob retaliates by offering some advice.

[picture a cat in a hat!]
caption: also we smoke as we shoot the bird motherfucker!
[I would put the waynes world pic here, but then what's left fot YOU to do?]

Code: > Hello, > Firstly! Hope you are all doing well and Bob, you are adapting to your > name change ok. Indeed, after a conversation with OVS I realised that FOO is actually an old, old argument. A long story. But it's over, and I actually won, all by myself against TEAMS of nerds from all around the globe! Also I drove myself briefly psycotic in the process. But I disappeared during the aftermath. Like I said, A long story... I know the GUT, and I have explained it many times, but still *sigh* lol. Usually when one explaines it to (someone who identifies as) a member of the opposite sex it "works well" for some reason. It's not that difficult to grasp really. But impossible to express accurately to someone on the opposite side of the globe simply because our precept(seed) is so very opposite. therefore you do not understand, and neither do I, and that in and of itself is an understanding. I believe Q.E.D. is the term I'm looking for. anyway... > 2// We need to get to Softbelly and check it out this week. When are > people available? "If you got the time then I got the place baby." > 3// We need to work a timescedule before we go to softbelly so we can > discuss the day with the owner. call me at least a day before and we are cool. I prefer quieter times. > 4// We have to do a mail out. Anything I need to include? Yes I do, but as I said, it's a long story. I need a sane guy to edit it. I am sane these days, but when channeling the spirit of foo, some wierd shiz tends to come up. One notice is CATHOLICS are putting together "a month of bit bashing" I actually planned this as an elaborate pants off to stingray and britelight MANY MANY years ago. But now I am quite fond of them, I really hope to create something they will enjoy. I have not yet. Although I consider simply getting a comment a GREAT HONOUR from such demo-gods. Anyway * Me is "solo male" [But as you know I am also the other side too.] > Cheers, >
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added on the 2009-10-11 01:54:40 by zoom zoom
[in the final chapter the fictional but free-willed character merges with his MUD identity.]
[insert dragonballZ OR hilander finalle pic]
Code: Detailed history coming:"I had a couple of scotch and colas and worked backwards from the joke inventory"-Rob --introduction of the character of the human behind this-- --(My digital avatar's human avatar as I sometimes like to call myself=lol)-- I have good reason to believe I may have played with you a LOOONG time ago (like 99-01), but that's not important really. I shall try to recall as much of my favorite details later. But as they say, "out with the old, and in with the new". It certainly would help if I had an example character sheet. I don't really know what your stats system is and I have no idea how relevant this current inventory is to the available technology, etc within the current game world. Feel free to cut and change as much as you please, as you no doubt do already. heh. I certainly would not be offended if you changed his characteristics or inventory to suit the current plot. I do not know where you're at at the moment, but I can imagine my character minding his own business, and about to take lunch. When a surprising event causes him to be involved in the current story. ------------------------------ Bob'[suffix] [shortened family name] No title Alignment: chaos | holy Age: late 20's description and backstory: Tall, lean and fair, but with a definite ruddy tan. Short unkept mousy blonde hair. 5'11" ~60Kg He has a wrinkled face, but young body. It seems like he has experienced a lot in a fairlyshort lifetime. He wears loose fitting rags, but somehow makes them look really good. His boots are old and worn but sturdy. [insert photo of a young keith richards face on xxx's body here] The youngest son of two fairly insigifigant aristocrats who were exiled with signifigant wealth but no authority to Port Arthur in order to avoid shaming the powerful family names in their locale. Both parents worked menial-labourour/clerical jobs during [bob's] childhood. But have progressed to modestly wealthy and respectable public servants now that all their children have all left home long ago. All siblings were a credit to their parents and have a cordial relationship with each other, but have all gone their seprate ways a long time ago. Not trained in anything inparticular, a jack of all trades, a lovable rogue, a bit of a fool and a master miscommunicator *(riddler). He may be a master minstrel or even a great elder one day, except he has never taken the time to study mastry of any one dicipline, and has little regard for any authority other than his own and [the?]god's. He is a bit of a liar, but he lives by the motto "Never let the facts get in the way of the truth". Also Bob likes it when people are happy, prosperous and alive. Because they tend to pay more for his many artisan skills that way. Although he has little faith in material wealth, rather having faith in intrgrity. The ideals of family honour which were deeply impressed upon him as a youth. Sometimes he goes by the shared pseudonym, "the red-hot stone monkey". And he tends to write this in public places wherever he goes. He is a little bit of a vandal. But otherwise has great respect for personal property. Inventory: Holding --Hot Dog [bratwurst in a soft wholemeal bun] --salt shaker. [or a queezeable bottle of mustard, you decide] Wearing --dirty yellow peaked cap [there's something about it that makes it look really cool=] --goggles [on top of hat, not covering eyes]. "They seem to be spattered with some kind of dried brownish liquid substance." --Torn Hooded Thieves Cloak [it used to be a hooded cloak, but the hood had been torn off] --Big short open bottomed pantaloons, with many pockets. --Studded leather utility belt --Sturdy Brown Leather Boots. One has a small hole on the toe, the other has a small hole on the heel. Inventory --Shiny new <"Katano"> (belt)[sheathed] : kinda like a katana crossed with a swiss army knife, main blade and handle is about 3-4 feet long. Sheath/handle has whetstone built-in for durability. Its 4 Attactments can be combined for theoreticly infinite applications, assuming that you know what you're doing. It looks like it has been custom made. The sheath and handle is red black and have gold and silver trim. Empty Coin Pouch (Belt) Small Serrated Kitchen Knife (belt) Small throwing Knife (belt) Large Paring Knife (belt) - it's about the same size as the throwing knife Small hard pouch Bamboo Kazoo (pouch) Bob claims that it is made from his own humam skin. But really it's cut from a small bird. Flask of Distilled Alcohol (Pocket) Erotic Renderings (concealed in back of cloak) Blank Scroll Labelled "Journal" [start date] Humourous Renderings (cloak) Small book of scriptures (cloak)[the last few pages appear to be handwritten] Pouch of small charcoal rods (pocket) Pouch of small calcium rods (pocket) Small roll of papyrus (cloak) Intoxicating herbs (pocket) Stimulating herbs (pocket) Bottle of Sweet Smelling Oil (pocket) A means of producing flame(pocket) Old Cutlery [clean|dull](pocket) Standard rations (pocket) Flask of Cold Soup (pocket) hessian bag (on table|floor) Mouldy old bananas (hessian|burlap bag) --- I made this over a couple of shots of scotch and a couple of cones(koans, lol. Actually I am referring to..). But it seems to make sense. Looking forward to hearing from you. (A)Rob - I popped in briefly as "bob" the other day I think.
Mega demo is Demo Scene?
Surely this should say something more like...
"Demo Scene is MEGA! turds!"
..before it reaches that conclusion. but I never was one to fuck with the data cloud any more than is necessary, someone else will have to submitthis to google and take all the credit, as you allways do. CUNT UN FUCKING LOL

long story short, I lost interest in newschool coding for this reason. Oldschool peeps FTW! BITS FTF! (Bitches|Butches "For The Fuckings!"-) And you can quote both Bob Dylan and Marley on that. Not to mention your humble narrator, the once Solo Male once known among other things as anakirob.

I have completed my devolution now. And questions can be directed to the two finger I am now showing you. Or to one of my many means of "private" communication, I await your email, but one never comes.
$$$ 20091011 devolution complete. ## bob and dylan and marly have been assimilated $$$
$$$ 20091011 devolution complete. ## Bob and Dylan and Marley have been assimilated $$$
$$$ 20091011 devolution complete. ## BOB and DYLAN and MARLEY have been assimilated $$$

edit - have a drink on me =)
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IT WAS A BICYCLE HORN AND SHE PUT IT THERE ON PURPOSE

Indeed she did, for she knew I had deliberately blocked my memory, with such a network of skilled sub-avatars how could I not. Indeed it was largely forced on me beyond my will it seems. I was just like "Harry" in "Third Rock From The Sun" I were just some kind of communications device it seems.

Because I never knew who "she" was, I still don't!? At least not for certain. But I suspect it may have been the late wife of a now deceased author who just wanted a little cyber...

A robot and a schoolgirl. But I know I was a collective of pr0n fiends, so maybe SHE was a collective of Solo (fe)Male's based on my theory. I will never know. I will never know many of the questions about Herman Samso you will no doubt have. I

These days I am both Dylan and Marley and I love it.

and I think it might just be one of my old anti-spam squatters. Or an old tardbot. But maybe there is a real bitch out there??? Either way, SoLo2 is property of the late Spike Milligan and he gave it to us all to use. SO THERE!

Look for a boat by the name of war, it is the last relic of any awesome malicious codebot I may or may not have made.

Make of this what you will.
* bob is tears
* bob is listening to sonic youth on youtube
* bob feels better
Code: I think we still have some misunderstandings. Dave is not my scene-boss! Please communicate with me directly, I think you will find I am not so retarded really. That is just a small part of my on-line persona. ---------------------------- Original Message ---------------------------- Subject: Re: blobby code From: anakirob@disasterarea.net Date: Sun, October 11, 2009 9:00 am To: staff@scene.org -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Here's the blobby thing I was telling you about. The shading's not quite > right. Will try another couple of variations for shading, but this is the > best so far. Sweet/. seriously Sweet. > Also also, just looking at pouet - you may want to dial it down a notch... > If you keep it up at this level you're likely to get clocked with the ban > hammer. I've seen it before when PS was in charge, but don't really know > what it takes these days now that he's not. Just advice, not trying to > stomp on your toes ;) NW. If you see the latest most posts's, I think you would see a statement like "devolution complete" and if you looked toword(freudian typo?=) the start, you would see I have explained "I am purging my demons, so I can evolve". So I am confessing all my cracking crimes, as well as some that have been committed against me. Done! MY CONFESSION IN A PARAGRAPH I have been playing anonamous practical jokes, both physical and digital, on various scene.org staff from 99-03. And again briefly in 05! I AM SORRY, I have explaine ALL my former madness in a logical way. There were some OLD communications failures which I needed to clear up. That is confessing any crimes I may or may not have commited against the whole comminity. Also, I *used to be* an uber-leet cracker (I never target any AU shiz), I don't know what that means to you, but I have found a couple of "old-boys" are still communicating in our (russian - "Unicode is for punz, lol") flavour of multi-lingual crackr-speak, and google-code. I got acknowledged by my OLD cracking buddies, without naming them in front of all, that's all I wanted really. It's all about context, I think you will find there is a DAMN good reason why I had not been banned. *sigh* I am not going to do this whole "You may be good at maths but I RULE THE SCENE at the English language" debate again, that's how all this madness began more than ten years ago! I think you will see a fair number of sceners have posted variations on a generic "COOL STORY BRO!" pic to the relevant threads, especially when I got to the part that makes me cry! So consider THAT! Some may be using it ironicly, but I know not all of them. I actually have my own scene community site I am working on, but I am keeping that under my hat! scene.org and pouet.net can evolve with us or not, it's not MY problem. Scene.org has jaded A LOT of MY former scener friends, as they have been announcing all over pouet. SoLo2's comments are meant as vague death threats surely, and serve as announcements of some kind of failed hacking attempt maybe. Beware the BITS club. I want them to come back, but otherwise. We'll just release our OWN scene organisation. MINUS THE LEETISM. BUT * Dave! "you do not knock or question my narrative skills! Lest your comments be considered those of a l***r." I do not knock or question your 68k code! [edit - "Just advice, not trying to stomp on your toes ;)"- puts it into the correct context. ok, heh, no offence taken] That said... 1-Sorry*sincerely 2-No Worries Mate 3-Awesome work. 4-Two Thumbs Up 5-Beir! Pie! See ya later. ..feel free to pass this message onto anyone who you feel needs to see it. Also, I think you'll find "Solo Male" means "Evil Side" in Itallian. But that's an old, old, story. cheers (A)Rob p.s. I went to sleep and SoLo2 left me. lol. I think he only comes when I been awake for >24 hours. And I was up since like wednesday!

'nuff said!
a very very rough draft of my obviously plagurised script. However I think you may find I am plagurising a man who plagurised me, so it's all good. =)

[
-Beautiful Herman puts his cock back in his pants. But leaves the pornographic VHS playing on a secondary terminal screen.
-Bob the Shrub turns the volume down to virtually silent.
-Herman extracts a slice from a pizza box, which is crawling with cockroaches and has nonsensical mathematical formulae scribbled all over it.
-Bob the shrub tweaks the dial until it settles on "kiss"(by the artist formerly known as Prince), and turns the volume up to a reasonable ambient level.
-Herman shakes the roaches off with one hand, and shovels the pizza into his mouth as he logs into IRC, using his bootlegged russian ZX machine with the other.
-Machine executes login scripts. Herman slowly types "/""n""i""c""k"" ""D""y""l""a""n""_""B""o""B""<enter>"
-Bob the Shrub tweaks the AM dial rythmicly until it settles on "Intense Hammer Rage"
-Zoom to terminal screen
]

Dylan
I look around... I look around and see a lot of new faces.

An enthusiastic RUMBLE of text from the crowd explodes briefly on hermans terminal.

Dylan
Shut up! Which means a lot of you have been breaking the first two rules of B.I.T.S..

A glum silence falls. Guys look at each other.

Dylan
I see in B.I.T.S. the strongest and smartest men [and women and hermaphrodites] who have ever lived -- an entire generation pumping gas and waiting tables; or they're slaves with white collars.
(more)

Dylan (cont)
Advertisements have them chasing cars and clothes, working jobs they hate so they can buy shit they don't need. We are the middle children of history, with no purpose or place. We have no great war, or great depression. The great war is a spiritual war. The great depression is our lives. We were raised by television [and the global telecommunications network] to believe that we'd be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars -- but we won't. And we're learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed-off.

The terminal erupts into a BLINDENING CHORUS of agreement.
[
Cliched Zoom through optical fibre effect
Now we are look over the shoulder of a young Asian woman as she sits at her terminal, her flat is a facimilie of Hermans, but the pornography here is "Bible Black 4"
Confused looks at the blazing excitement in the terminal window, and imagines a real world scene.
]
[b]Dylan

We are the quiet young men [and women and hermaphrodites] who listen until it's time to decide.

[i] A skinny, MIDDLE-AGED MAN stomps down the stairs, pushing into the crowd, followed by a TALL, HEFTY scene.org administrator who holds a GUN!


Dylan
Who are you?

Skinny MAN (Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's)
Who am I?! There's a sign on the front that says "Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's Tavern." I'm fucking Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's. Who the fuck are you?!

Dylan
[I am know as] Dylan the Bob! ["and everybody MUST get STONED", just like the ancient monkey of far-eastern mythology]

Dylan extends his hand for a shake, but Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's SLAPS it away.

Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's
Who told you motherfuckers you could use my place?

Dylan
We have a deal worked out with The Japanese Oldschool Demo Scene.

Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's
The Japanese Oldschool Demo Scene? The Japanese Oldschool Demo Scene's at home with a broken collarbone.

Everyone glances guiltily at each other.

Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's
They don't own this place, I do. How much money's they getting for this?

Dylan
There is no money.

Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's
Really?

Dylan
It's free to all.

Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's
Ain't that something?

Dylan
Yes, it is.

Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's
Look, stupid fuck, I want everyone outta here now!

Dylan
You're welcome to join our club.

Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's
Did you hear what I just said?!

Dylan
You and your friend.

Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's SLUGS Dylan in the stomach, doubles him over.

Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's
You hear me now?

Dylan gains his breath, determined. He looks up, turns his head, looking to Confused. Confused watches, wide-eyed.

[b][i] Dylan straightens, facing Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's.


Dylan(venomously sacractic)
No! I'm sorry! I did not hear you! ["Come again?" - as once uttered by 'Mary the Virginal' to her husband to be, Joseph]

Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's PUNCHES Dylan in the face. Some of the guys move forward, but the scene.org administrator points his gun. Confused runs forward anyway -- Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's PUNCHES him [or is it her? or is it it?] in the face.

More guys move forward, but Dylan waves them off, facing Leet-As-Retarded-Autistic-Nerds-Demo-Scener-Mo-Fo's.


Dylan(in a gentle but threatening voice)
We really need to use this place.... [And it's not exactly like any of you were]

-=authors notes=-
Some of my former alter-egos would like to say a few words...

"I can use street-slang, bigotry, mild autism and outright nerdism as comedey devices in much the same way that an African comedian might make 'black jokes' without reprisal. So suck my satchel all y'all Kraut and Seppo scene-nazi motherfuckers."
- BobO the Monkey [bobO the monkey = bob the o'malley]
[acts like an insensitive jocular retard who is prone to mis-quoting misc. popular culture]

"I may live in AU. But I am, and always have been somewhat 'Russian' [rushin' - B&B reference. lol]."
- Herman the German [aka IamSAM, aka Herman Samso] of the uber-elite demo group "The Spanish Inquisition"
[acts like he's better than you at *everything*, and rarely talks any kind of logic or sense]

"HTG of TSI sure does love his TLA's"
- Nathan, aka Narrator aka Your Ever So Humble Opiniated Narrator.

"Foo to you too!"
-SoLo MaLe

"I am neither crazy, nor Multiple-Persons. I am just a REALY GOOD writer and method actor. If you can't understand this then I guess that is evidence of YOUR mental deficiencies, and not mine. Also if this were the case, then I guess you must be either German, Dutch, French or a middle class Yankee! Do I really need to humiliate you further by explaining my logic? You just don't posess the Colloquial English skills, nor the understanding of recent and distant English speaking culture. And you probably never will, Sorry."
-Rob Malley [my real name and identity]
cunt unlol
added on the 2009-10-14 21:46:51 by Puryx Puryx
rail another line of meth dude
added on the 2009-10-14 21:50:20 by superplek superplek
wat
added on the 2009-10-14 21:52:17 by faraday faraday
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rail another line of meth dude

*facepalm*sigh*

Meth is for boring Eurotrash types. Meth is for people like Puryx and superplex. Meth is for people who are lacking in imagination. Meth is not for me, nor is Dex or Ritalin or whatever. Really I ought to be sedated, but I explained my brain to more than one psychiatrist, who would say that I am not schizoid, just inspired to the point of insomnia.

I am naturally high. Well, assuming that coffee counts as natural. I do tend to give strangers the impression that I am on speed. I am just physicaly healthy is all, that is what modern medicine says anyway.

Oh and.. Yeah, I think I shall brew up another pot of coffee, sounds like a plan to me!
Then I shall get back to ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING, like writing, or MAKING A DEMO ABOUT IT!

Why don't you?
Go die about it.
added on the 2009-10-14 22:59:21 by Rob Rob
Ban.
added on the 2009-10-14 23:12:58 by gloom gloom
What the fuck is up with this guy?!

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