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This page is specifically designed for Wolfmen, lumps of cellulite like Weschke and Bitch, and their little buddies. You dont get access to the elite shit, like the underground links to groups like the Phrozen Crew (whom we have hung with IRL, damn are the Wolfmen missin out!). In no way, shape, or form will you EVER get access to the Super-Secret Badazz {DCi} Official Page. (a hint - it's not on FortuneCity, Geocities, Prohosting, or Tripod) Now here's Willie the Wussie Lawyer with the disclaimer:
Uhhhh thanks guys ... uhhhh ... if you think you'll be offended by any stuff on this page tehn you are a weeine that hides behind a computer to do your dirty work. Uhhh .. they paid me to say that ... but really, if your going to be offended, offensive, or hella fugly (fuckin-ugly) IRL, please leave now.
OK, thanks for the disclaimer Willy. Vassago, go have him shot now. Makje it quick and painful. In the meanitime, your probably wondering why I sent you here. You wanted to know what {DCi} was? Your gonna find out in plenty of due time. Your gonna learn more. Your gonna learn how bad I want to squash your face like a pumpkin. Hey, Boyce, anything's an improvement. Your gonna learn how I know everything about you, and why I haven't done anything to you. Till now, that is. Yopur gonna learn why I hate each and every friend, family member, and slight aquantiance of yours, and how your worst enemies are my best friends. Most of all Wolfman, your gonna learn what pain is really all about. Go on, go ahead, save this page. I want you to see it every day till you extinction, which is approaching closer. Bottom line? Vassago told me that by putting this on here thaty it's letting you know to expect the worst. This is what I told him:
"Let him. I want him to think about this. I want him to wake up at night and cry out in fear. I want him to look at the calendar and wonder how many days are left to his destruction. I want him to be agozingly aware of his somewhat healthy body and what senses he will lose for all times. I want him to run scared until we meet. There is nothing that he can do, nothing he can imagine that will save him from me. I want him to know it."
How the hell did I remember that? Vassago tapes conversations on the phone, as you should be aware since you call him all the time trying to get dirt on me. All the group members tape conversations. We have the money to archive our rants and rumblings. Or, should I say, the "resources" a word you should be very familiar with, claiming you have them. You have nothing. You have friends that will stab your back faster than someone doing the 100-meter dash with their ass on fire. Computer parts will amount to nothing when I am done with you. I will savage your jaw, then destroy your hands so that you cant talk or write or type. I will finish you. Bring your friends, though I dont have to say it since I know your honorless ways and you'd bring them anyway. I have more friends than you do acquaintances. I know the jocks. The only people you COULD get behind you are some dumb hicks. The jocks would bash their skulls in, rip the brains out, and spike em like footbals on the end zone. Last tiem I am gonna say it, since you now know it: Your finished, kaput, destroyed. Armageddon is following you, Wolfman! But there is so much more behind this, so keep reading. I've got all day since I'm sick and you can damn well be sure that I'm gonna use it to my advantage.
What is {DCi}? Death Clan International ... of course, you are so pathetich that if you think that our group is named that then you are more foolish then I could ever have imagined. That's just the clan we made for MUD games! No, the other group, which you dont deserve to know fully of, is a local and international group which I am temporary president of, that consists of 23 members (6 of them not local) who I can completely confide in and trust to stand behind me in battle should your friends decide to come in. We have devised a plan that not even you can get around. If you were to bring women in to the fight, for example to hit us and we couldn't hit them back ... we've got some tough ladies in our group that would be more than happy to pry them from the battle. If you dug up all the white trash you could from those Klamath trailer parks and flood plains, we'd simply have to get the Jocks into the battle. Getting the idea? Every scenraio, the unexpected is expected. Now about yourspies...
Your "secretive informants" or whatever basically told you what everyone else knows about you, and I know who your talking about. I've seen them. Moon told you I'm back. I know too, that Moon has a problem with his ankle or foot. Webster, is still well, Webster. A big dumb Okie lop who cant tie his shoes or spell his name without assistance. And dont even get me started on Weschke and Kime. The way I see it, you have five allies you THINK you can trust. I, on the other hand have over 15 allies. They can each have two freinds brought in, and they can tell two freinds ... basically, when it comes right down to it using the favors system, I have the entire school at my disposal. You have the K-Town gang, er, the K-Mart gang. It's like putting Orick against L.A. in a winner take all battle royal. You are doomed to failure.
How did I amass all this power? Simple. If there is a hacker between the groups, it's me. Everyone in the group says I'm the best hacker, and I honestly can't argue with them. Your best hack had somethignt o do with Alt-255. Yeah, THAT lasted a long time, didn't it. Damage is what counts. I've done damage. You've annoyed people. I can get the job done, and you cant come close. And you cant live with that. So you found every little flaw of mine to use against me. Hostess? Hardly. I hate that shit ... if you want to insult me with product names, you should say that I hella use that Trojan MAgnum on them fine as hoes d00d. That's something that I DO like fine. Then yopu insulted my weight. I've slimmed and trimmed my way down on that, too. I'm still a little big, and I'm man enough to say it. I'm also strong enough to pick your ass up by the throat, hold you in the air, and spike you thru a window onto the pavement. How does it feel to know that your worst enemy has better himself becuase you antagonized him? Feels pretty bad, doesn't it. It feels bad to know that the insults you used helped me out in becoming better. And it's gonna feel worse wehn I take very word you typed, every slam into the lockers your freidnds gave me, and shove em down your throat! That's all I have to say.