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We're forced to be still and play The same songs we've known since that day An imposter took our life away Now we're stuck here to decaySo, there's a man crawling through the desert. He'd decided to try his SUV in a little bit of cross-country travel, had great fun zooming over the badlands and through the sand, got lost, hit a big rock, and then he couldn't get it started again. There were no cell phone towers anywhere near, so his cell phone was useless. He had no family, his parents had died a few years before in an auto accident, and his few friends had no idea he was out here. He stayed with the car for a day or so, but his one bottle of water ran out and he was getting thirsty. He thought maybe he knew the direction back, now that he'd paid attention to the sun and thought he'd figured out which way was north, so he decided to start walking. He figured he only had to go about 30 miles or so and he'd be back to the small town he'd gotten gas in last. He thinks about walking at night to avoid the heat and sun, but based upon how dark it actually was the night before, and given that he has no flashlight, he's afraid that he'll break a leg or step on a rattlesnake. So, he puts on some sun block, puts the rest in his pocket for reapplication later, brings an umbrella he'd had in the back of the SUV with him to give him a little shade, pours the windshield wiper fluid into his water bottle in case he gets that desperate, brings his pocket knife in case he finds a cactus that looks like it might have water in it, and heads out in the direction he thinks is right. He walks for the entire day. By the end of the day he's really thirsty. He's been sweating all day, and his lips are starting to crack. He's reapplied the sunblock twice, and tried to stay under the umbrella, but he still feels sunburned. The windshield wiper fluid sloshing in the bottle in his pocket is really getting tempting now. He knows that it's mainly water and some ethanol and coloring, but he also knows that they add some kind of poison to it to keep people from drinking it. He wonders what the poison is, and whether the poison would be worse than dying of thirst. He pushes on, trying to get to that small town before dark. By the end of the day he starts getting worried. He figures he's been walking at least 3 miles an hour, according to his watch for over 10 hours. That means that if his estimate was right that he should be close to the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">town. But he doesn't recognize any of this. He had to cross a dry creek bed a mile or two back, and he doesn't remember coming through it in the SUV. He figures that maybe he got his direction off just a little and that the dry creek bed was just off to one side of his path. He tells himself that he's close, and that after dark he'll start seeing the town lights over one of these hills, and that'll be all he needs. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">As it gets dim enough that he starts stumbling over small rocks and things, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">he finds a spot and sits down to wait for full dark and the town lights. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Full dark comes before he knows it. He must have dozed off. He stands back <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">up and turns all the way around. He sees nothing but stars. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He wakes up the next morning feeling absolutely lousy. His eyes are gummy and his mouth and nose feel like they're full of sand. He so thirsty that he can't even swallow. He barely got any sleep because it was so cold. He'd forgotten how cold it got at night in the desert and hadn't noticed it the night before because he'd been in his car. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He knows the Rule of Threes - three minutes without air, three days without water, three weeks without food - then you die. Some people can make it a little longer, in the best situations. But the desert heat and having to walk and sweat isn't the best situation to be without water. He figures, unless he finds water, this is his last day. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He rinses his mouth out with a little of the windshield wiper fluid. He waits a while after spitting that little bit out, to see if his mouth goes numb, or he feels dizzy or something. Has his mouth gone numb? Is it just in <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">his mind? He's not sure. He'll go a little farther, and if he still doesn't <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">find water, he'll try drinking some of the fluid. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Then he has to face his next, harder question - which way does he go from here? Does he keep walking the same way he was yesterday (assuming that he still knows which way that is), or does he try a new direction? He has no idea what to do. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Looking at the hills and dunes around him, he thinks he knows the direction he was heading before. Just going by a feeling, he points himself somewhat to the left of that, and starts walking. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">As he walks, the day starts heating up. The desert, too cold just a couple of hours before, soon becomes an oven again. He sweats a little at first, and then stops. He starts getting worried at that - when you stop sweating he knows that means you're in trouble - usually right before heat stroke. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He decides that it's time to try the windshield wiper fluid. He can't wait <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">any longer - if he passes out, he's dead. He stops in the shade of a large <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">rock, takes the bottle out, opens it, and takes a mouthful. He slowly <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">swallows it, making it last as long as he can. It feels so good in his dry <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">and cracked throat that he doesn't even care about the nasty taste. He takes <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">another mouthful, and makes it last too. Slowly, he drinks half the bottle. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He figures that since he's drinking it, he might as well drink enough to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">make some difference and keep himself from passing out. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He's quit worrying about the denaturing of the wiper fluid. If it kills him, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">it kills him - if he didn't drink it, he'd die anyway. Besides, he's pretty <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">sure that whatever substance they denature the fluid with is just designed to make you sick - their way of keeping winos from buying cheap wiper fluid for the ethanol content. He can handle throwing up, if it comes to that. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He walks. He walks in the hot, dry, windless desert. Sand, rocks, hills, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">dunes, the occasional scrawny cactus or dried bush. No sign of water. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Sometimes he'll see a little movement to one side or the other, but whatever moved is usually gone before he can focus his eyes on it. Probably birds, lizards, or mice. Maybe snakes, though they usually move more at night. He's careful to stay away from the movements. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">After a while, he begins to stagger. He's not sure if it's fatigue, heat <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">stroke finally catching him, or maybe he was wrong and the denaturing of the wiper fluid was worse than he thought. He tries to steady himself, and keep going. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">After more walking, he comes to a large stretch of sand. This is good! He <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">knows he passed over a stretch of sand in the SUV - he remembers doing <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">donuts in it. Or at least he thinks he remembers it - he's getting woozy <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">enough and tired enough that he's not sure what he remembers any more or if <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">he's hallucinating. But he thinks he remembers it. So he heads off into it, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">trying to get to the other side, hoping that it gets him closer to the town. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He was heading for a town, wasn't he? He thinks he was. He isn't sure any more. He's not even sure how long he's been walking any more. Is it still morning? Or has it moved into afternoon and the sun is going down again? It must be afternoon - it seems like it's been too long since he started out. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He walks through the sand. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">After a while, he comes to a big dune in the sand. This is bad. He doesn't <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">remember any dunes when driving over the sand in his SUV. Or at least he <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">doesn't think he remembers any. This is bad. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">But, he has no other direction to go. Too late to turn back now. He figures <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">that he'll get to the top of the dune and see if he can see anything from <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">there that helps him find the town. He keeps going up the dune. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Halfway up, he slips in the bad footing of the sand for the second or third <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">time, and falls to his knees. He doesn't feel like getting back up - he'll <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">just fall down again. So, he keeps going up the dune on his hand and knees. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">While crawling, if his throat weren't so dry, he'd laugh. He's finally <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">gotten to the hackneyed image of a man lost in the desert - crawling through <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the sand on his hands and knees. If would be the perfect image, he imagines, if only his clothes were more ragged. The people crawling through the desert <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">in the cartoons always had ragged clothes. But his have lasted without any <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">rips so far. Somebody will probably find his dessicated corpse half buried in the sand years from now, and his clothes will still be in fine shape - <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">shake the sand out, and a good wash, and they'd be wearable again. He wishes his throat were wet enough to laugh. He coughs a little instead, and it hurts. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He finally makes it to the top of the sand dune. Now that he's at the top, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">he struggles a little, but manages to stand up and look around. All he sees <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">is sand. Sand, and more sand. Behind him, about a mile away, he thinks he <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">sees the rocky ground he left to head into this sand. Ahead of him, more <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">dunes, more sand. This isn't where he drove his SUV. This is Hell. Or close enough. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Again, he doesn't know what to do. He decides to drink the rest of the wiper <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">fluid while figuring it out. He takes out the bottle, and is removing the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">cap, when he glances to the side and sees something. Something in the sand. At the bottom of the dune, off to the side, he sees something strange. It's a flat area, in the sand. He stops taking the cap of the bottle off, and tries to look closer. The area seems to be circular. And it's dark - darker than the sand. And, there seems to be something in the middle of it, but he can't tell what it is. He looks as hard as he can, and still can tell from <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">here. He's going to have to go down there and look. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He puts the bottle back in his pocket, and starts to stumble down the dune. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">After a few steps, he realizes that he's in trouble - he's not going to be able to keep his balance. After a couple of more sliding, tottering steps, he falls and starts to roll down the dune. The sand it so hot when his body hits it that for a minute he thinks he's caught fire on the way down - like a movie car wreck flashing into flames as it goes over the cliff, before it ever even hits the ground. He closes his eyes and mouth, covers his face with his hands, and waits to stop rolling. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He stops, at the bottom of the dune. After a minute or two, he finds enough <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">energy to try to sit up and get the sand out of his face and clothes. When <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">he clears his eyes enough, he looks around to make sure that the dark spot <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">in the sand it still there and he hadn't just imagined it. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">So, seeing the large, flat, dark spot on the sand is still there, he begins <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">to crawl towards it. He'd get up and walk towards it, but he doesn't seem to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">have the energy to get up and walk right now. He must be in the final stages <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">of dehydration he figures, as he crawls. If this place in the sand doesn't <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">have water, he'll likely never make it anywhere else. This is his last <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">chance. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He gets closer and closer, but still can't see what's in the middle of the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">dark area. His eyes won't quite focus any more for some reason. And lifting <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">his head up to look takes so much effort that he gives up trying. He just <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">keeps crawling. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Finally, he reaches the area he'd seen from the dune. It takes him a minute of crawling on it before he realizes that he's no longer on sand - he's now crawling on some kind of dark stone. Stone with some kind of marking on it - a pattern cut into the stone. He's too tired to stand up and try to see what the pattern is - so he just keeps crawling. He crawls towards the center, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">where his blurry eyes still see something in the middle of the dark stone <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">area. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">His mind, detached in a strange way, notes that either his hands and knees are so burnt by the sand that they no longer feel pain, or that this dark <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">stone, in the middle of a burning desert with a pounding, punishing sun <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">overhead, doesn't seem to be hot. It almost feels cool. He considers lying <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">down on the nice cool surface. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Cool, dark stone. Not a good sign. He must be hallucinating this. He's <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">probably in the middle of a patch of sand, already lying face down and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">dying, and just imagining this whole thing. A desert mirage. Soon the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">beautiful women carrying pitchers of water will come up and start giving him <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">a drink. Then he'll know he's gone. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He decides against laying down on the cool stone. If he's going to die here <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">in the middle of this hallucination, he at least wants to see what's in the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">center before he goes. He keeps crawling. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">It's the third time that he hears the voice before he realizes what he's <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">hearing. He would swear that someone just said, "Greetings, traveler. You do <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">not look well. Do you hear me?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He stops crawling. He tries to look up from where he is on his hands and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">knees, but it's too much effort to lift his head. So he tries something <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">different - he leans back and tries to sit up on the stone. After a few <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">seconds, he catches his balance, avoids falling on his face, sits up, and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">tries to focus his eyes. Blurry. He rubs his eyes with the back of his hands <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">and tries again. Better this time. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Yep. He can see. He's sitting in the middle of a large, flat, dark expanse <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">of stone. Directly next to him, about three feet away, is a white post or <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">pole about two inches in diameter and sticking up about four or five feet <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">out of the stone, at an angle. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">And wrapped around this white rod, tail with rattle on it hovering and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">seeming to be ready to start rattling, is what must be a fifteen foot long <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">desert diamondback rattlesnake, looking directly at him. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He stares at the snake in shock. He doesn't have the energy to get up and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">run away. He doesn't even have the energy to crawl away. This is it, his <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">final resting place. No matter what happens, he's not going to be able to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">move from this spot. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Well, at least dying of a bite from this monster should be quicker than <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">dying of thirst. He'll face his end like a man. He struggles to sit up a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">little straighter. The snake keeps watching him. He lifts one hand and waves <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">it in the snake's direction, feebly. The snake watches the hand for a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">moment, then goes back to watching the man, looking into his eyes. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Hmmm. Maybe the snake had no interest in biting him? It hadn't rattled yet - <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">that was a good sign. Maybe he wasn't going to die of snake bite after all. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He then remembers that he'd looked up when he'd reached the center here <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">because he thought he'd heard a voice. He was still very woozy - he was <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">likely to pass out soon, the sun still beat down on him even though he was <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">now on cool stone. He still didn't have anything to drink. But maybe he had <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">actually heard a voice. This stone didn't look natural. Nor did that white <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">post sticking up out of the stone. Someone had to have built this. Maybe <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">they were still nearby. Maybe that was who talked to him. Maybe this snake <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">was even their pet, and that's why it wasn't biting. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He tries to clear his throat to say, "Hello," but his throat is too dry. All <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">that comes out is a coughing or wheezing sound. There is no way he's going <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">to be able to talk without something to drink. He feels his pocket, and the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">bottle with the wiper fluid is still there. He shakily pulls the bottle out, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">almost losing his balance and falling on his back in the process. This isn't <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">good. He doesn't have much time left, by his reckoning, before he passes <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">out. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He gets the lid off of the bottle, manages to get the bottle to his lips, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">and pours some of the fluid into his mouth. He sloshes it around, and then <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">swallows it. He coughs a little. His throat feels better. Maybe he can talk <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">now. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He tries again. Ignoring the snake, he turns to look around him, hoping to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">spot the owner of this place, and croaks out, "Hello? Is there anyone here?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He hears, from his side, "Greetings. What is it that you want?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He turns his head, back towards the snake. That's where the sound had seemed <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">to come from. The only thing he can think of is that there must be a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">speaker, hidden under the snake, or maybe built into that post. He decides <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">to try asking for help. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Please," he croaks again, suddenly feeling dizzy, "I'd love to not be <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">thirsty any more. I've been a long time without water. Can you help me?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Looking in the direction of the snake, hoping to see where the voice was <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">coming from this time, he is shocked to see the snake rear back, open its <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">mouth, and speak. He hears it say, as the dizziness overtakes him and he <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">falls forward, face first on the stone, "Very well. Coming up." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">A piercing pain shoots through his shoulder. Suddenly he is awake. He sits <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">up and grabs his shoulder, wincing at the throbbing pain. He's momentarily <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">disoriented as he looks around, and then he remembers - the crawl across the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">sand, the dark area of stone, the snake. He sees the snake, still wrapped <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">around the tilted white post, still looking at him. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He reaches up and feels his shoulder, where it hurts. It feels slightly wet. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">He pulls his fingers away and looks at them - blood. He feels his shoulder <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">again - his shirt has what feels like two holes in it - two puncture holes - <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">they match up with the two aching spots of pain on his shoulder. He had been <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">bitten. By the snake. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"It'll feel better in a minute." He looks up - it's the snake talking. He <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">hadn't dreamed it. Suddenly he notices - he's not dizzy any more. And more <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">importantly, he's not thirsty any more - at all! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Have I died? Is this the afterlife? Why are you biting me in the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">afterlife?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Sorry about that, but I had to bite you," says the snake. "That's the way I <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">work. It all comes through the bite. Think of it as natural medicine." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"You bit me to help me? Why aren't I thirsty any more? Did you give me a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">drink before you bit me? How did I drink enough while unconscious to not be <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">thirsty any more? I haven't had a drink for over two days. Well, except for <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the windshield wiper fluid... hold it, how in the world does a snake talk? <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Are you real? Are you some sort of Disney animation?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"No," says the snake, "I'm real. As real as you or anyone is, anyway. I <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">didn't give you a drink. I bit you. That's how it works - it's what I do. I <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">bite. I don't have hands to give you a drink, even if I had water just <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">sitting around here." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">The man sat stunned for a minute. Here he was, sitting in the middle of the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">desert on some strange stone that should be hot but wasn't, talking to a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">snake that could talk back and had just bitten him. And he felt better. Not <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">great - he was still starving and exhausted, but much better - he was no <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">longer thirsty. He had started to sweat again, but only slightly. He felt <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">hot, in this sun, but it was starting to get lower in the sky, and the cool <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">stone beneath him was a relief he could notice now that he was no longer <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">dying of thirst. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"I might suggest that we take care of that methanol you now have in your <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">system with the next request," continued the snake. "I can guess why you <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">drank it, but I'm not sure how much you drank, or how much methanol was left <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">in the wiper fluid. That stuff is nasty. It'll make you go blind in a day or <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">two, if you drank enough of it." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Ummm, n-next request?" said the man. He put his hand back on his hurting <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">shoulder and backed away from the snake a little. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"That's the way it works. If you like, that is," explained the snake. "You <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">get three requests. Call them wishes, if you wish." The snake grinned at his <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">own joke, and the man drew back a little further from the show of fangs. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"But there are rules," the snake continued. "The first request is free. The <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">second requires an agreement of secrecy. The third requires the binding of <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">responsibility." The snake looks at the man seriously. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"By the way," the snake says suddenly, "my name is Nathan. Old Nathan, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Samuel used to call me. He gave me the name. Before that, most of the Bound <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">used to just call me 'Snake'. But that got old, and Samuel wouldn't stand <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">for it. He said that anything that could talk needed a name. He was big into <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">names. You can call me Nate, if you wish." Again, the snake grinned. "Sorry <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">if I don't offer to shake, but I think you can understand - my shake sounds <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">somewhat threatening." The snake give his rattle a little shake. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Umm, my name is Jack," said the man, trying to absorb all of this. "Jack <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Samson. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Can I ask you a question?" Jack says suddenly. "What happened to the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">poison...umm, in your bite. Why aren't I dying now? How did you do that? <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">What do you mean by that's how you work?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"That's more than one question," grins Nate. "But I'll still try to answer <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">all of them. First, yes, you can ask me a question." The snake's grin gets <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">wider. "Second, the poison is in you. It changed you. You now no longer need <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">to drink. That's what you asked for. Or, well, technically, you asked to not <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">be thirsty any more - but 'any more' is such a vague term. I decided to make <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">it permanent - now, as long as you live, you shouldn't need to drink much at <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">all. Your body will conserve water very efficiently. You should be able to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">get enough just from the food you eat - much like a creature of the desert. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">You've been changed. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"For the third question," Nate continues, "you are still dying. Besides the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">effects of that methanol in your system, you're a man - and men are mortal. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">In your current state, I give you no more than about another 50 years. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Assuming you get out of this desert, alive, that is." Nate seemed vastly <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">amused at his own humor, and continued his wide grin. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"As for the fourth question," Nate said, looking more serious as far as Jack <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">could tell, as Jack was just now working on his ability to read <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">talking-snake emotions from snake facial features, "first you have to agree <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">to make a second request and become bound by the secrecy, or I can't tell <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">you." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Wait," joked Jack, "isn't this where you say you could tell me, but you'd <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">have to kill me?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"I thought that was implied." Nate continued to look serious. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Ummm...yeah." Jack leaned back a little as he remembered again that he was <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">talking to a fifteen foot poisonous reptile with a reputation for having a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">nasty temper. "So, what is this 'Bound by Secrecy' stuff, and can you really <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">stop the effects of the methanol?" Jack thought for a second. "And, what do <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">you mean methanol, anyway? I thought these days they use ethanol in wiper <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">fluid, and just denature it?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"They may, I don't really know," said Nate. "I haven't gotten out in a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">while. Maybe they do. All I know is that I smell methanol on your breath and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">on that bottle in your pocket. And the blue color of the liquid when you <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">pulled it out to drink some let me guess that it was wiper fluid. I assume <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">that they still color wiper fluid blue?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Yeah, they do," said Jack. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"I figured," replied Nate. "As for being bound by secrecy - with the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">fulfillment of your next request, you will be bound to say nothing about me, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">this place, or any of the information I will tell you after that, when you <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">decide to go back out to your kind. You won't be allowed to talk about me, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">write about me, use sign language, charades, or even act in a way that will <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">lead someone to guess correctly about me. You'll be bound to secrecy. Of <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">course, I'll also ask you to promise not to give me away, and as I'm <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">guessing that you're a man of your word, you'll never test the binding <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">anyway, so you won't notice." Nate said the last part with utter confidence. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack, who had always prided himself on being a man of his word, felt a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">little nervous at this. "Ummm, hey, Nate, who are you? How did you know <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">that? Are you, umm, omniscient, or something?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Well, Jack," said Nate sadly, "I can't tell you that, unless you make the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">second request." Nate looked away for a minute, then looked back. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Umm, well, ok," said Jack, "what is this about a second request? What can I <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">ask for? Are you allowed to tell me that?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Sure!" said Nate, brightening. "You're allowed to ask for changes. Changes <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">to yourself. They're like wishes, but they can only affect you. Oh, and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">before you ask, I can't give you immortality. Or omniscience. Or <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">omnipresence, for that matter. Though I might be able to make you gaseous <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">and yet remain alive, and then you could spread through the atmosphere and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">sort of be omnipresent. But what good would that be - you still wouldn't be <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">omniscient and thus still could only focus on one thing at a time. Not very <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">useful, at least in my opinion." Nate stopped when he realized that Jack was <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">staring at him. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Well, anyway," continued Nate, "I'd probably suggest giving you permanent <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">good health. It would negate the methanol now in your system, you'd be <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">immune to most poisons and diseases, and you'd tend to live a very long <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">time, barring accident, of course. And you'll even have a tendency to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">recover from accidents well. It always seemed like a good choice for a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">request to me." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Cure the methanol poisoning, huh?" said Jack. "And keep me healthy for a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">long time? Hmmm. It doesn't sound bad at that. And it has to be a request <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">about a change to me? I can't ask to be rich, right? Because that's not <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">really a change to me?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Right," nodded Nate. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Could I ask to be a genius and permanently healthy?" Jack asked, hopefully. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"That takes two requests, Jack." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Yeah, I figured so," said Jack. "But I could ask to be a genius? I could <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">become the smartest scientist in the world? Or the best athlete?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Well, I could make you very smart," admitted Nate, "but that wouldn't <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">necessarily make you the best scientist in the world. Or, I could make you <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">very athletic, but it wouldn't necessarily make you the best athlete either. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">You've heard the saying that 99% of genius is hard work? Well, there's some <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">truth to that. I can give you the talent, but I can't make you work hard. It <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">all depends on what you decide to do with it." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Hmmm," said Jack. "Ok, I think I understand. And I get a third request, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">after this one?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Maybe," said Nate, "it depends on what you decide then. There are more <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">rules for the third request that I can only tell you about after the second <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">request. You know how it goes." Nate looked like he'd shrug, if he had <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">shoulders. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Ok, well, since I'd rather not be blind in a day or two, and permanent <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">health doesn't sound bad, then consider that my second request. Officially. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Do I need to sign in blood or something?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"No," said Nate. "Just hold out your hand. Or heel." Nate grinned. "Or <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">whatever part you want me to bite. I have to bite you again. Like I said, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">that's how it works - the poison, you know," Nate said apologetically. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack winced a little and felt his shoulder, where the last bite was. Hey, it <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">didn't hurt any more. Just like Nate had said. That made Jack feel better <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">about the biting business. But still, standing still while a fifteen foot <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">snake sunk it's fangs into you. Jack stood up. Ignoring how good it felt to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">be able to stand again, and the hunger starting to gnaw at his stomach, Jack <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">tried to decide where he wanted to get bitten. Despite knowing that it <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">wouldn't hurt for long, Jack knew that this wasn't going to be easy. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Hey, Jack," Nate suddenly said, looking past Jack towards the dunes behind <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">him, "is that someone else coming up over there?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack spun around and looked. Who else could be out here in the middle of <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">nowhere? And did they bring food? <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Wait a minute, there was nobody over there. What was Nate... <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack let out a bellow as he felt two fangs sink into his rear end, through <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">his jeans... <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack sat down carefully, favoring his more tender buttock. "I would have <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">decided, eventually, Nate. I was just thinking about it. You didn't have to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">hoodwink me like that." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"I've been doing this a long time, Jack," said Nate, confidently. "You <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">humans have a hard time sitting still and letting a snake bite you - <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">especially one my size. And besides, admit it - it's only been a couple of <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">minutes and it already doesn't hurt any more, does it? That's because of the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">health benefit with this one. I told you that you'd heal quickly now." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Yeah, well, still," said Jack, "it's the principle of the thing. And nobody <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">likes being bitten in the butt! Couldn't you have gotten my calf or <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">something instead?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"More meat in the typical human butt," replied Nate. "And less chance you <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">accidentally kick me or move at the last second." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Yeah, right. So, tell me all of these wonderful secrets that I now qualify <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">to hear," answered Jack. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Ok," said Nate. "Do you want to ask questions first, or do you want me to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">just start talking?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Just talk," said Jack. "I'll sit here and try to not think about food." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"We could go try to rustle up some food for you first, if you like," <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">answered Nate. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Hey! You didn't tell me you had food around here, Nate!" Jack jumped up. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"What do we have? Am I in walking distance to town? Or can you magically <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">whip up food along with your other powers?" Jack was almost shouting with <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">excitement. His stomach had been growling for hours. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"I was thinking more like I could flush something out of its hole and bite <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">it for you, and you could skin it and eat it. Assuming you have a knife, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">that is," replied Nate, with the grin that Jack was starting to get used to. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Ugh," said Jack, sitting back down. "I think I'll pass. I can last a little <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">longer before I get desperate enough to eat desert rat, or whatever else it <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">is you find out here. And there's nothing to burn - I'd have to eat it raw. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">No thanks. Just talk." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Ok," replied Nate, still grinning. "But I'd better hurry, before you start <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">looking at me as food. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate reared back a little, looked around for a second, and then continued. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"You, Jack, are sitting in the middle of the Garden of Eden." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack looked around at the sand and dunes and then looked back at Nate <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">sceptically. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Well, that's the best I can figure it, anyway, Jack," said Nate. "Stand up <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">and look at the symbol on the rock here." Nate gestured around the dark <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">stone they were both sitting on with his nose. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack stood up and looked. Carved into the stone in a bas-relief was a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">representation of a large tree. The angled-pole that Nate was wrapped around <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">was coming out of the trunk of the tree, right below where the main branches <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">left the truck to reach out across the stone. It was very well done - it <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">looked more like a tree had been reduced to almost two dimensions and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">embedded in the stone than it did like a carving. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack walked around and looked at the details in the fading light of the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">setting sun. He wished he'd looked at it while the sun was higher in the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">sky. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Wait! The sun was setting! That meant he was going to have to spend another <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">night out here! Arrrgh! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack looked out across the desert for a little bit, and then came back and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">stood next to Nate. "In all the excitement, I almost forgot, Nate," said <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack. "Which way is it back to town? And how far? I'm eventually going to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">have to head back - I'm not sure I'll be able to survive by eating raw <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">desert critters for long. And even if I can, I'm not sure I'll want to." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"It's about 30 miles that way." Nate pointed, with the rattle on his tail <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">this time. As far as Jack could tell, it was a direction at right angles to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the way he'd been going when he was crawling here. "But that's 30 miles by <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the way the crow flies. It's about 40 by the way a man walks. You should be <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">able to do it in about half a day with your improved endurance, if you head <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">out early tomorrow, Jack." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack looked out the way the snake had pointed for a few seconds more, and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">then sat back down. It was getting dark. Not much he could do about heading <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">out right now. And besides, Nate was just about to get to the interesting <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">stuff. "Garden of Eden? As best as you can figure it?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Well, yeah, as best as I and Samuel could figure it anyway," said Nate. "He <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">figured that the story just got a little mixed up. You know, snake, in a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">'tree', offering 'temptations', making bargains. That kind stuff. But he <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">could never quite figure out how the Hebrews found out about this spot from <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">across the ocean. He worried about that for a while." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Garden of Eden, hunh?" said Jack. "How long have you been here, Nate?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"No idea, really," replied Nate. "A long time. It never occurred to me to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">count years, until recently, and by then, of course, it was too late. But I <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">do remember when this whole place was green, so I figure it's been thousands <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">of years, at least." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"So, are you the snake that tempted Eve?" said Jack. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Beats me," said Nate. "Maybe. I can't remember if the first one of your <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">kind that I talked to was female or not, and I never got a name, but it <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">could have been. And I suppose she could have considered my offer to grant <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">requests a 'temptation', though I've rarely had refusals." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Well, umm, how did you get here then? And why is that white pole stuck out <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">of the stone there?" asked Jack. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Dad left me here. Or, I assume it was my dad. It was another snake - much <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">bigger than I was back then. I remember talking to him, but I don't remember <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">if it was in a language, or just kind of understanding what he wanted. But <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">one day, he brought me to this stone, told me about it, and asked me to do <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">something for him. I talked it over with him for a while, then agreed. I've <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">been here ever since. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"What is this place?" said Jack. "And what did he ask you to do?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Well, you see this pole here, sticking out of the stone?" Nate loosened his <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">coils around the tilted white pole and showed Jack where it descended into <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the stone. The pole was tilted at about a 45 degree angle and seemed to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">enter the stone in an eighteen inch slot cut into the stone. Jack leaned <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">over and looked. The slot was dark and the pole went down into it as far as <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack could see in the dim light. Jack reached out to touch the pole, but <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate was suddenly there in the way. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"You can't touch that yet, Jack," said Nate. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Why not?" asked Jack. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"I haven't explained it to you yet," replied Nate. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Well, it kinda looks like a lever or something," said Jack. "You'd push it <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">that way, and it would move in the slot." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Yep, that's what it is," replied Nate. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"What does it do?" asked Jack. "End the world?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Oh, no," said Nate. "Nothing that drastic. It just ends humanity. I call it <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">'The Lever of Doom'." For the last few words Nate had used a deeper, ringing <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">voice. He tried to look serious for a few seconds, and then gave up and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">grinned. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack was initially startled by Nate's pronouncement, but when Nate grinned <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack laughed. "Ha! You almost had me fooled for a second there. What does it <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">really do?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Oh, it really ends humanity, like I said," smirked Nate. "I just thought <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the voice I used was funny, didn't you?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate continued to grin. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"A lever to end humanity?" asked Jack. "What in the world is that for? Why <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">would anyone need to end humanity?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Well," replied Nate, "I get the idea that maybe humanity was an experiment. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Or maybe the Big Guy just thought, that if humanity started going really <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">bad, there should be a way to end it. I'm not really sure. All I know are <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the rules, and the guesses that Samuel and I had about why it's here. I <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">didn't think to ask back when I started here." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Rules? What rules?" asked Jack. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"The rules are that I can't tell anybody about it or let them touch it <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">unless they agree to be bound to secrecy by a bite. And that only one human <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">can be bound in that way at a time. That's it." explained Nate. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack looked somewhat shocked. "You mean that I could pull the lever now? <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">You'd let me end humanity?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Yep," replied Nate, "if you want to." Nate looked at Jack carefully. "Do <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">you want to, Jack?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Umm, no." said Jack, stepping a little further back from the lever. "Why in <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the world would anyone want to end humanity? It'd take a psychotic to want <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">that! Or worse, a suicidal psychotic, because it would kill him too, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">wouldn't it?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Yep," replied Nate, "being as he'd be human too." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Has anyone ever seriously considered it?" asked Nate. "Any of those bound <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">to secrecy, that is?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Well, of course, I think they've all seriously considered it at one time or <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">another. Being given that kind of responsibility makes you sit down and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">think, or so I'm told. Samuel considered it several times. He'd often get <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">disgusted with humanity, come out here, and just hold the lever for a while. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">But he never pulled it. Or you wouldn't be here." Nate grinned some more. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack sat down, well back from the lever. He looked thoughtful and puzzled at <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the same time. After a bit, he said, "So this makes me the Judge of <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">humanity? I get to decide whether they keep going or just end? Me?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"That seems to be it," agreed Nate. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"What kind of criteria do I use to decide?" said Jack. "How do I make this <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">decision? Am I supposed to decide if they're good? Or too many of them are <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">bad? Or that they're going the wrong way? Is there a set of rules for that?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Nope," replied Nate. "You pretty much just have to decide on your own. It's <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">up to you, however you want to decide it. I guess that you're just supposed <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">to know." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"But what if I get mad at someone? Or some girl dumps me and I feel <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">horrible? Couldn't I make a mistake? How do I know that I won't screw up?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">protested Jack. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate gave his kind of snake-like shrug again. "You don't. You just have to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">try your best, Jack." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack sat there for a while, staring off into the desert that was rapidly <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">getting dark, chewing on a fingernail. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Suddenly, Jack turned around and looked at the snake. "Nate, was Samuel the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">one bound to this before me?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Yep," replied Nate. "He was a good guy. Talked to me a lot. Taught me to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">read and brought me books. I think I still have a good pile of them buried <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">in the sand around here somewhere. I still miss him. He died a few months <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">ago." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Sounds like a good guy," agreed Jack. "How did he handle this, when you <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">first told him. What did he do?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Well," said Nate, "he sat down for a while, thought about it for a bit, and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">then asked me some questions, much like you're doing." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"What did he ask you, if you're allowed to tell me?" asked Jack. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"He asked me about the third request," replied Nate. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Aha!" It was Jack's turn to grin. "And what did you tell him?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"I told him the rules for the third request. That to get the third request <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">you have to agree to this whole thing. That if it ever comes to the point <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">that you really think that humanity should be ended, that you'll come here <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">and end it. You won't avoid it, and you won't wimp out." Nate looked serious <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">again. "And you'll be bound to do it too, Jack." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Hmmm." Jack looked back out into the darkness for a while. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate watched him, waiting. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Nate," continued Jack, quietly, eventually. "What did Samuel ask for with <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">his third request?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate sounded like he was grinning again as he replied, also quietly, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Wisdom, Jack. He asked for wisdom. As much as I could give him." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Ok," said Jack, suddenly, standing up and facing away from Nate, "give it <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">to me. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate looked at Jack's backside. "Give you what, Jack?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Give me that wisdom. The same stuff that Samuel asked for. If it helped <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">him, maybe it'll help me too." Jack turned his head to look back over his <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">shoulder at Nate. "It did help him, right?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"He said it did," replied Nate. "But he seemed a little quieter afterward. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Like he had a lot to think about." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Well, yeah, I can see that," said Jack. "So, give it to me." Jack turned to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">face away from Nate again, bent over slightly and tensed up. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate watched Jack tense up with a little exasperation. If he bit Jack now, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack would likely jump out of his skin and maybe hurt them both. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"You remember that you'll be bound to destroy humanity if it ever looks like <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">it needs it, right Jack?" asked Nate, shifting position. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Yeah, yeah, I got that," replied Jack, eyes squeezed tightly shut and body <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">tense, not noticing the change in direction of Nate's voice. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"And," continued Nate, from his new position, "do you remember that you'll <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">turn bright purple, and grow big horns and extra eyes?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Yeah, yeah...Hey, wait a minute!" said Jack, opening his eyes, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">straightening up and turning around. "Purple?!" He didn't see Nate there. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">With the moonlight Jack could see that the lever extended up from its slot <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">in the rock without the snake wrapped around it. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack heard, from behind him, Nate's "Just Kidding!" right before he felt the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">now familiar piercing pain, this time in the other buttock. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack sat on the edge of the dark stone in the rapidly cooling air, his feet <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">extending out into the sand. He stared out into the darkness, listening to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the wind stir the sand, occasionally rubbing his butt where he'd been <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">recently bitten. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate had left for a little while, had come back with a desert-rodent-shaped <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">bulge somewhere in his middle, and was now wrapped back around the lever, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">his tongue flicking out into the desert night's air the only sign that he <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">was still awake. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Occasionally Jack, with his toes absentmindedly digging in the sand while he <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">thought, would ask Nate a question without turning around. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Nate, do accidents count?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate lifted his head a little bit. "What do you mean, Jack?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack tilted his head back like he was looking at the stars. "You know, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">accidents. If I accidentally fall on the lever, without meaning to, does <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">that still wipe out humanity?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it does, Jack. I'd suggest you be careful about that <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">if you start feeling wobbly," said Nate with some amusement. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">A little later - "Does it have to be me that pulls the lever?" asked Jack. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"That's the rule, Jack. Nobody else can pull it," answered Nate. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"No," Jack shook his head, "I meant does it have to be my hand? Could I pull <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the lever with a rope tied around it? Or push it with a stick? Or throw a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">rock?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Yes, those should work," replied Nate. "Though I'm not sure how complicated <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">you could get. Samuel thought about trying to build some kind of remote <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">control for it once, but gave it up. Everything he'd build would be gone by <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the next sunrise, if it was touching the stone, or over it. I told him that <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">in the past others that had been bound had tried to bury the lever so they <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">wouldn't be tempted to pull it, but every time the stones or sand or <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">whatever had disappeared." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Wow," said Jack, "Cool." Jack leaned back until only his elbows kept him <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">off of the stone and looked up into the sky. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Nate, how long did Samuel live? One of his wishes was for health too, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">right?" asked Jack. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Yes," replied Nate, "it was. He lived 167 years, Jack." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Wow, 167 years. That's almost 140 more years I'll live if I live as long. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Do you know what he died of, Nate?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"He died of getting tired of living, Jack," Nate said, sounding somewhat <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">sad. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack turned his head to look at Nate in the starlight. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate looked back. "Samuel knew he wasn't going to be able to stay in <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">society. He figured that they'd eventually see him still alive and start <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">questioning it, so he decided that he'd have to disappear after a while. He <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">faked his death once, but changed his mind - he decided it was too early and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">he could stay for a little longer. He wasn't very fond of mankind, but he <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">liked the attention. Most of the time, anyway. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"His daughter and then his wife dying almost did him in though. He didn't <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">stay in society much longer after that. He eventually came out here to spend <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">time talking to me and thinking about pulling the lever. A few months ago he <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">told me he'd had enough. It was his time." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"And then he just died?" asked Jack. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate shook his head a little. "He made his forth request, Jack. There's only <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">one thing you can ask for the fourth request. The last bite. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">After a bit Nate continued, "He told me that he was tired, that it was his <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">time. He reassured me that someone new would show up soon, like they always <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">had. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">After another pause, Nate finished, "Samuel's body disappeared off the stone <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">with the sunrise." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack lay back down and looked at the sky, leaving Nate alone with his <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">memories. It was a long time until Jack's breathing evened out into sleep. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack woke with the sunrise the next morning. He was a little chilled with <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the morning desert air, but overall was feeling pretty good. Well, except <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">that his stomach was grumbling and he wasn't willing to eat raw desert rat. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">So, after getting directions to town from Nate, making sure he knew how to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">get back, and reassuring Nate that he'd be back soon, Jack started the long <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">walk back to town. With his new health and Nate's good directions, he made <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">it back easily. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack caught a bus back to the city, and showed up for work the next day, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">little worse for the wear and with a story about getting lost in the desert <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">and walking back out. Within a couple of days Jack had talked a friend with <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">a tow truck into going back out into the desert with him to fetch the SUV. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">They found it after a couple of hours of searching and towed it back without <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">incident. Jack was careful not to even look in the direction of Nate's <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">lever, though their path back didn't come within sight of it. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Before the next weekend, Jack had gone to a couple of stores, including a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">book store, and had gotten his SUV back from the mechanic, with a warning to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">avoid any more joyriding in the desert. On Saturday, Jack headed back to see <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack parked a little way out of the small town near Nate, loaded up his new <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">backpack with camping gear and the things he was bringing for Nate, and then <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">started walking. He figured that walking would leave the least trail, and he <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">knew that while not many people camped in the desert, it wasn't unheard of, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">and shouldn't really raise suspicions. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack had brought more books for Nate - recent books, magazines, newspapers. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Some things that would catch Nate up with what was happening in the world, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">others that were just good books to read. He spent the weekend with Nate, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">and then headed out again, telling Nate that he'd be back again soon, but <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">that he had things to do first. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Over four months later Jack was back to see Nate again. This time he brought <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">a laptop with him - a specially modified laptop. It had a solar recharger, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">special filters and seals to keep out the sand, a satellite link-up, and a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">special keyboard and joystick that Jack hoped that a fifteen-foot <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">rattlesnake would be able to use. And, it had been hacked to not give out <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">its location to the satellite. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">After that Jack could e-mail Nate to keep in touch, but still visited him <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">fairly regularly - at least once or twice a year. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">After the first year, Jack quit his job. For some reason, with the wisdom he <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">'d been given, and the knowledge that he could live for over 150 years, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">working in a nine to five job for someone else didn't seem that worthwhile <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">any more. Jack went back to school. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Eventually, Jack started writing. Perhaps because of the wisdom, or perhaps <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">because of his new perspective, he wrote well. People liked what he wrote, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">and he became well known for it. After a time, Jack bought an RV and started <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">traveling around the country for book signings and readings. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">But, he still remembered to drop by and visit Nate occasionally. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">On one of the visits Nate seemed quieter than usual. Not that Nate had been <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">a fountain of joy lately. Jack's best guess was that Nate was still missing <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Samuel, and though Jack had tried, he still hadn't been able to replace <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Samuel in Nate's eyes. Nate had been getting quieter each visit. But on this <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">visit Nate didn't even speak when Jack walked up to the lever. He nodded at <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack, and then went back to staring into the desert. Jack, respecting Nate's <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">silence, sat down and waited. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">After a few minutes, Nate spoke. "Jack, I have someone to introduce you to." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack looked surprised. "Someone to introduce me to?" Jack looked around, and then looked carefully back at Nate. "This something to do with the Big Guy? <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"No, no," replied Nate. "This is more personal. I want you to meet my son." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate looked over at the nearest sand dune. "Sammy!" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack watched as a four foot long desert rattlesnake crawled from behind the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">dune and up to the stone base of the lever. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Yo, Jack," said the new, much smaller snake. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Yo, Sammy" replied Jack. Jack looked at Nate. "Named after Samuel, I <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">assume?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate nodded. "Jack, I've got a favor to ask you. Could you show Sammy around <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">for me?" Nate unwrapped himself from the lever and slithered over to the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">edge of the stone and looked across the sands. "When Samuel first told me <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">about the world, and brought me books and pictures, I wished that I could go see it. I wanted to see the great forests, the canyons, the cities, even the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">other deserts, to see if they felt and smelled the same. I want my son to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">have that chance - to see the world. Before he becomes bound here like I have been. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"He's seen it in pictures, over the computer that you brought me. But I hear that it's not the same. That being there is different. I want him to have <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">that. Think you can do that for me, Jack?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack nodded. This was obviously very important to Nate, so Jack didn't even <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">joke about taking a talking rattlesnake out to see the world. "Yeah, I can <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">do that for you, Nate. Is that all you need?" Jack could sense that was <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">something more. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate looked at Sammy. Sammy looked back at Nate for a second and then said, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Oh, yeah. Ummm, I've gotta go pack. Back in a little bit Jack. Nice to meet <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">ya!" Sammy slithered back over the dune and out of sight. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate watched Sammy disappear and then looked back at Jack. "Jack, this is my <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">first son. My first offspring through all the years. You don't even want to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">know what it took for me to find a mate." Nate grinned to himself. "But <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">anyway, I had a son for a reason. I'm tired. I'm ready for it to be over. I <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">needed a replacement." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack considered this for a minute. "So, you're ready to come see the world, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">and you wanted him to watch the lever while you were gone?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate shook his head. "No, Jack - you're a better guesser than that. You've <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">already figured out - I'm bound here - there's only one way for me to leave <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">here. And I'm ready. It's my time to die." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack looked more closely at Nate. He could tell Nate had thought about <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">this - probably for quite a while. Jack had trouble imagining what it would <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">be like to be as old as Nate, but Jack could already tell that in another <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">hundred or two hundred years, he might be getting tired of life himself. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack could understand Samuel's decision, and now Nate's. So, all Jack said <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">was, "What do you want me to do?" <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate nodded. "Thanks, Jack. I only want two things. One - show Sammy around <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the world - let him get his fill of it, until he's ready to come back here <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">and take over. Two - give me the fourth request. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"I can't just decide to die, not any more than you can. I won't even die of <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">old age like you eventually will, even though it'll be a long time from now. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">I need to be killed. Once Sammy is back here, ready to take over, I'll be <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">able to die. And I need you to kill me. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"I've even thought about how. Poisons and other drugs won't work on me. And <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">I've seen pictures of snakes that were shot - some of them live for days, so <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">that's out too. So, I want you to bring back a sword. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate turned away to look back to the dune that Sammy had gone behind. "I'd <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">say an axe, but that's somewhat undignified - putting my head on the ground <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">or a chopping block like that. No, I like a sword. A time-honored way of <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">going out. A dignified way to die. And, most importantly, it should work, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">even on me. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"You willing to do that for me, Jack?" Nate turned back to look at Jack. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">"Yeah, Nate," replied Jack solemnly, "I think I can handle that." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Nate nodded. "Good!" He turned back toward the dune and shouted, "Sammy! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack's about ready to leave!" Then quietly, "Thanks, Jack." <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack didn't have anything to say to that, so he waited for Sammy to make it <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">back to the lever, nodded to him, nodded a final time to Nate, and then <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">headed into the desert with Sammy following. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Over the next several years Sammy and Jack kept in touch with Nate through <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">e-mail as they went about their adventures. They made a goal of visiting <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">every country in the world, and did a respectable job of it. Sammy had a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">natural gift for languages, as Jack expected he would, and even ended up <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">acting as a translator for Jack in a few of the countries. Jack managed to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">keep the talking rattlesnake hidden, even so, and by the time they were <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">nearing the end of their tour of countries, Sammy had only been spotted a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">few times. While there were several people that had seen enough to startle <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">them greatly, nobody had enough evidence to prove anything, and while a few <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">wild rumors and storied followed Jack and Sammy around, nothing ever hit the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">newspapers or the public in general. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">When they finished the tour of countries, Jack suggested that they try some <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">undersea diving. They did. And spelunking. They did that too. Sammy finally <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">drew the line at visiting Antarctica. He'd come to realize that Jack was <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">stalling. After talking to his Dad about it over e-mail, he figured out that <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack probably didn't want to have to kill Nate. Nate told Sammy that humans <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">could be squeamish about killing friends and acquaintances. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">So, Sammy eventually put his tail down (as he didn't have a foot) and told <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack that it was time - he was ready to go back and take up his duties from <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">his dad. Jack, delayed it a little more by insisting that they go back to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Japan and buy an appropriate sword. He even stretched it a little more by <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">getting lessons in how to use the sword. But, eventually, he'd learned as <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">much as he was likely to without dedicating his life to it, and was <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">definitely competent enough to take the head off of a snake. It was time to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">head back and see Nate. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">When they got back to the US, Jack got the old RV out of storage where he <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">and Sammy had left it after their tour of the fifty states, he loaded up <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Sammy and the sword, and they headed for the desert. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">When they got to the small town that Jack had been trying to find those <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">years ago when he'd met Nate, Jack was in a funk. He didn't really feel like <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">walking all of the way out there. Not only that, but he'd forgotten to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">figure the travel time correctly, and it was late afternoon. They'd either <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">have to spend the night in town and walk out tomorrow, or walk in the dark. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">As Jack was afraid that if he waited one more night he might lose his <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">resolve, he decided that he'd go ahead and drive the RV out there. It was <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">only going to be this once, and Jack would go back and cover the tracks <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">afterward. They ought to be able to make it out there by nightfall if they <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">drove, and then they could get it over tonight. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack told Sammy to e-mail Nate that they were coming as he drove out of <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">sight of the town on the road. They then pulled off the road and headed out <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">into the desert. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Everything went well, until they got to the sand dunes. Jack had been <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">nursing the RV along the whole time, over the rocks, through the creek beds, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">revving the engine the few times they almost got stuck. When they came to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the dunes, Jack didn't really think about it, he just downshifted and headed <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">up the first one. By the third dune, Jack started to regret that he'd <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">decided to try driving on the sand. The RV was fishtailling and losing <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">traction. Jack was having to work it up each dune slowly and was trying to <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">keep from losing control each time they came over the top and slid down the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">other side. Sammy had come up to sit in the passenger seat, coiled up and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">laughing at Jack's driving. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">As they came over the top of the fourth dune, the biggest one yet, Jack saw <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">that this was the final dune - the stone, the lever, and somewhere Nate, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">waited below. Jack put on the brakes, but he'd gone a little too far. The RV <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">started slipping down the other side. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack tried turning the wheel, but he didn't have enough traction. He pumped <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the brakes - no response. They started sliding down the hill, faster and <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">faster. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack felt a shock go through him as he suddenly realized that they were <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">heading for the lever. He looked down - the RV was directly on course for <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">it. If Jack didn't do something, the RV would hit it. He was about to end <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">humanity. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack steered more frantically, trying to get traction. It still wasn't <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">working. The dune was too steep, and the sand too loose. In a split second, <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack realized that his only chance would be once he hit the stone around the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">lever - he should have traction on the stone for just a second before he hit <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the lever - he wouldn't have time to stop, but he should be able to steer <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">away. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack took a better grip on the steering wheel and tried to turn the RV a <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">little bit - every little bit would help. He'd have to time his turn just <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">right. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">The RV got to the bottom of the dune, sliding at an amazing speed in the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">sand. Just before they reached the stone Jack looked across it to check that <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">they were still heading for the lever. They were. But Jack noticed something <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">else that he hadn't seen from the top of the dune. Nate wasn't wrapped <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">around the lever. He was off to the side of the lever, but still on the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">stone, waiting for them. The problem was, he was waiting on the same side of <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">the lever that Jack had picked to steer towards to avoid the lever. The RV <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">was already starting to drift that way a little in its mad rush across the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">sand and there was no way that Jack was going to be able to go around the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">lever to the other side. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack had an instant of realization. He was either going to have to hit the <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">lever, or run over Nate. He glanced over at Sammy and saw that Sammy <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">realized the same thing. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Jack took a firmer grip on the steering wheel as the RV ran up on the stone. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;line-height:normal;">Shouting to Sammy as he pulled the steering wheel, "BETTER NATE THAN LEVER," he ran over the snake. bruh<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Hello, everyone! This is one of the weirdest sites: or your money back! We have ZIM, neopets, music, and much, much, more. E-mail us for questions, comments, complaints and information. Why not click on the Very Weird Stuff link to see more, or click on the music link? We have halloween and christmas pictures on the NeoPics link. Cheese is not a wild thing!!!!!!!!! Now I have decided to go for a world record. I will try to make the longest web page ever, made completely out of text! Won't that be fun? I will just type, and type, and never, ever use copy and paste. Wow...I really must be bored. Just goes to show what boredom can do to you. Any way, that's it for now. Wait, no it isn't, I still have to keep going, and going, and going. Because I do. THE REST OF THE STUFF I TYPE WILL BE COMPLETLY IN CAPS JUST BECAUSE I CAN. THAT IS ALL. SEEYA! Hi, I'm back. So far this is nowhere near the world record. I think. I don't exactly know where it is...oh, well. I'll just have to do the very best that I can. No one is really coming here, anyway. So it doesn't matter. By the way, TAB is a worthwhile, community-service organization. The form link is to a 100% fake TAB registration form that you can fill out just for laughs. I can't believe I'm bothering to do this. I have very low expectations of my site. None ever comes here, I could do this all day long and I still wouldn't have any more hits. This is just a pointless excursive in spelling errors and grammatical imprecision. May your day be shiney! The following is an extremely weird poem-thingy that I wrote when I was in a relatively weird mood: <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">never mind that noise my dear can anyone pass the cheese only if you say pretty please oh, boy do I have to sneeze. why must everyone always rhyme, why I’m a poet and don’t I know it? what I fear comes right after here not this life or the next will I ever be able to pass the test? we’re stuck in here, (alone my dear) and we’ll problem never get out so don’t start to shout. it’s dark and I want to go home is where the heart was where is it now? we’ll never know but oh crap it’s starting to snow and it’s time to show and tell about the well that you found last summer at camp when it was damp it was near the ramp oh god why must this be I liked that tree but now it’s gone, farewell so long I’ll miss you as long as you write but then I’m afraid to say good-night. my dear there’s nothing to fear that’s only a box that’s made of blocks next to the wagon that looks like a dragon why are you shaking it’s your fear that is making you shiver and act all a quiver. don’t you know that you only need be afraid of fear and never anything here and certainly not a post that acts like a ghost? <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">See, very weird. At least it fills up my word quota for the day. Not that I exactly have a word quota for the day. It just sounded very professional to say it. Anyway, I still don't think that anyone is actually coming here. You'd have to be an absolute loser (or really bored) to come here. I'd probley come here, but that isn't much of a surprise. After all, I've been to the Really Really Big Button That Doesn't Do Anything website over 50 times. Pathetic. But, whatever. As long as I'm happy, right. Humor the crazy person, okay? Oh, guess what? According to someone you problem don't know, this is the second most pointless website ever! Next to the Really Big Button, of course. I feel special. Come on everyone, group hug. Okay, now I'm starting to scare myself...I'm gonna quit for today. Seeya. Now I'm back. Is this getting confusing to you? Too bad. Now I want you to go to  http://quiz.ravenblack.net/blood.pl?biter=eon"<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> If you do this I'll get points in the game. Come on all you non-existing people! Help me! You know you want to! It's a worthy cause! Honestly, the more time I waste playing the game, the less time I'll work on this site and the less stuff you gotta read. Although why you'd be here if you didn't want to read is beyond me. Maybe you're lost. Okay, if you want to get out, click the little refresh button, okay? Good...what? You say it didn't let you out? Oh, well. You must be caught in a time warp. Keep pressing it. Maybe you'll break free. What's that. The little counter at the bottom keeps going up? Never mind. That's just how many times you have to click before you can leave. Good-bye. <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Hey, I'm once again: back. I don't suppose you fell for that little thing about the refresh button. After all, you're a responsible, intelligent person who apparently has a lot of time on your hands. Well, you can't possibly have more time than I do. I mean, after all, I  made<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> this site. You're only browsing it. And most people don't even come here. Not even my friends...*sniffle* The just ignore this poor, pathetic little page. All they do is fill out the TAB form and leave. I think. Maybe they're here right now! HI! HOW ARE YOU DOING? I'M FINE! THANKS FOR COMING! YES, I'M YELLING! Who am I kidding. This page won't get a single hit, unless I bribe people...now  that<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> has possibilities. Okay, fill out the TAB form, so I have proof that you bothered to come here and...uh...I'll...uh...send you a sandwich? Please allow 6-8 weeks for delivery. I'm bored. I'm gonna go hug a moose. MOOSE! I love-d you moose! Hey, I'm back again! Yea...*waits for applause* okay! Now I want all you loyal fans...*cricket chirps* to go to the link to see what I'm like. I took a whole bunch of personality quizzes and posted them there. I'm an evil villain, kitty and a freakazoid so far. And I only took the quiz once, too. Spooky how accurate they are...anyway, I command you to go! I'm going. I'm back. I'm gonna start counting how many times I say back. Let's see: 1...2...3...4...5! Wow. I must really be desperate for something to do. I now officially have proof that  someone<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> has been here! It was one of my friends. Apparently this page really is getting long, because my friend said something to that effect. Maybe. Anyway, moving on! I'm just basically typing nothing. Just like all those reports people have to do. You know? With a specific number of words. They start out with half that number, and then just fill in words until they have the right amount. I salute those people. You're great tradition is being carried out here, on the second most pointless site ever! Well. Maybe eventually some weird, bored person will wander onto my site on accident and be mildly entertained be my site until they wander onto a live video feed of a coffee maker. Or maybe not. I only know that I'm entertaining me, which was my original goal. So. I've done what I've set out to accomplish. Yea, me! I'm so special. You see, most people, they don't like reading or writing. So if you're not most people, you've made it down this far without skipping, skimming or getting the spark notes version. (Which I think does not exist) My point is, if you've bothered to read this, then, (like me) you probley have also read the ketchup bottle so many times that you have it down verbatim. Look verbatim up. It's a word. But, you should know that, since you like reading. Or maybe you're just skimming. Anyway, there's nothing wrong with reading food labels. You might be asked a question about them on a quiz show. And now, for the million-dollar question: How many calories are there in a single serving of Mustard? I can just see it now...It could be called Know-Your-Food. Or You are What you Eat. It'd probley be as popular as those game shows that no one's ever heard of. Speaking of food, what's up with pie? There's strawberry pie, apple, pumpkin and so many others, but there is no grape pie! I know. I'm just as upset about this unfortunate lack of development in the pie division. Think about it. Grapes are used to make jelly, jam, juice and raisins. What makes them undesirable for pie? Would they dry into raisins? Couldn't you just stick some jelly in a piecrust and bake it? It just doesn't make any sense. Another thing that bothers me is organ grinders. You know, the foreign guys with the bellhop hats and the little music thingy and the cute little monkey with the bellhop hat who collects the money? Okay. They're basically begging on the street. How did they ever afford an organ-thingy? Wouldn't it make more sense to get a kazoo, if you're broke? And if they're so poor, what possessed them to buy a  monkey<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">? I mean, I don't think  I<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> could afford a monkey, and I'm not exactly on the streets. Obviously I at least have a computer...so, back to the organ grinders. I would have sold the monkey and the organ and been able to eat for at least a year. Or, if I was weirder than I am, I could at least kill the monkey with the organ and eat it. Why on earth did they keep the monkey? It must have cost a fortune to feed...not to mention the mess. That's just one of those many facts of life that are better left mysteries. Especially since no one but me would ask the question. I better go. I think I hear a monkey...Okay...now I'm back. That's the sixth time I've said back! I realize that this longest text ever must be very boring and not worth anyone's time. But I'd like to take this time to thank the 2 and 1/2 people in the entire universe who have bothered to read this entire thing. I'm not exactly sure who they are, but: thanks! Right now, my spacebar is malfunctioning...that's not good...I have to press it two or three times just to insert a freaking space. Maybe the evil little faeries with the sharp little teeth have put their evil faerie dust on my computer. Or maybe not. This is too frustrating. Goodbye for now...Now I'm back. And still frustrated. But for a different reason. Today I had the misfortune of playing a Treasure Planet game on neopets.com It was terrible. Apparently the point of the game was to get your character to shout "Whoo-Hoo!" as many times as possible before you splattered your brains on the rocks, all the while listening to a soundtrack that is similar to a dying ceiling fan. Of course, when I started out I accidentally hit the rocks approximately three million times. Halfway though I used my four remaining brain-cells to decide that the game was dumb. So my goal changed from surviving to laughing evilly while my character died. So the game naturally did everything it could to preserve my life. The stupid game is still going on and I refuse to quit because I want my points. My character is actually dodging the stupid rocks better now then when I controlled him. I hate irony. Seeya. Okay. Now I'm back again. Today I added an update page, which is basically a less chaotic, outlined version of this without all the ranting. It's more like techno talk about arrays and how much I suck and whether or not the Braves will win this year. Okay, the whole braves thing is made up. But everything else I've said so far is true. I think. Maybe I should start on a boring disclaimer...Eh-hem. All contents of this site were designed for entertainment purposes only. Any use thereof that is not stated in the above mentioned statement would make the author, hereby referred to as Patron Saint of Paper Clips, very angry. Should you violate the purpose of this site: i.e. become not entertained, the Patron Saint of Paper Clips will be forced to take drastic measures. This is specified in Code: 343 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook. Ooooo…that’s a great idea! I’m gonna start quoting from the Flaming Chicken Handbook! Code: 343 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook states that the Patron Saint of Paper Clips (that’s me) is allowed to cause vague, pain like sensations while the offending person (or alien life form, dog, etc.) isn’t paying attention. Now I have a purpose in life! To make up quotes from the non-existent Flaming Chicken Handbook, which I’m sure you have a copy of. No? Too bad. It’s in the mail, I promise! Now I must take my leave…and remember. Cheese is watching. Okay...I'm back...I think that eventually half of this thing will consist of the word back over and over again...that's just weird. Which fits the motif of the rest of the site. There's even a money back guarantee. Isn’t' that nice? See? Now no one can ever say that I don't take care of my viewers. Especially since I don't have viewers. I have readers. Wait...I really don't even know if anyone bothers to read this. Even if I put it in a less chaotic, more user-friendly format people would still ignore this because it involves: reading. Yes. Sad to admit, but the majority of people would rather read the summary at the back of a book rather than the whole book itself. What has the world come to? It's pathetic. Especially since I'm bothering to write all this. It's not fair! Why can't I have more readers?! All the other internet writers have nothing on me, except they're better at advertising, having a central theme/plot and basically more talented. Whereas I'm more into the whole ranting and raving stage right now. Plus, I am horrible at spelling. Which is bad. Thank the powers that be for spell-check. The single greatest invention of the computer gods. I'm getting bored, so I think I'm done for the day. May your day be shiney! I'm back again! And I feel weird! I found at that yet another one of my friends is reading this. Creepy. Just how much time do they have on their hands. Perhaps their just trying to be nice. I can just see it now...an organization devoted not to feeding the hungry, or peace, or love or whatever, but to giving recognition to all those poor, pathetic, unpopular websites. I wonder what it's name would be. <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">D <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">on't  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">I <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">gnore  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">S <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">ites? Would it be called DIS? Isn't that like a slang term for an insult? Would that be considered poetic justice, or just a nice coincidence? And why do I even care? I'll tell you why. Because I have nothing else to do right now. I could be playing neopets, but ever since my bad experience with Treasure Planet, I don't feel like it. Oh, by the way, I noticed that whenever I use spell-check, my stupid computer turns the word probley into to word problem. To prevent this, I did nothing. So, it is now up to you, the imaginary reader, to decide whether I mean probley or problem...it's almost like a game! But without the bad sound track. And I promise not to force you to live when you would rather die. Moving on, I have nothing else to say, but don't feel like quitting just yet. I'm like the little engine that could. Or maybe the Energizer Bunny. I just keep going, and going and going. Or I could be like that annoying guy on T.V. who keeps asking if you can hear him. If my site manages to last a decade, my readers *snicker* will probley wonder what I'm talking about. My answer is simple. It doesn't matter. I'm just rambling. Which means that it doesn't matter if you understand  anything<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> I say. Doesn't that make you feel better? I bet it does. Wow. Look how long this has gotten. I even impress myself. Who would have thought I have this much free time? And I congratulate any reader who has gotten this far. Ooooooo! You must check out the fortunes section of the random stuff page! I've just gotten an idea for some more, original, fortunes...I gotta go!(may the moose be with you) And now I am back. I swear. If iI fill out the fake tab form I'm gonna have to put back as my favorite word...I already have filled it out, though. Would it be cheating to fill it out again? Only if I had multiple personalities. Or would it be cheating if I  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">didn't  <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">have multiple personalities? The world may never know. Just like how many licks it takes to get to the bottom of a tootsie pop. Would it vary? The number of licks, I mean. Someone could have super-disolving spit, or watery-spit. Or what if you took big ol' slobbery licks? Does the commercial take that into account? No. It doesn't. And let me tell you, it's an outrage. It deludes all of American's sweet, innocent, candy-loving children into thinking that a cartoon owl is smarter than they are! "Mr. Owl, can you tell us how many licks does it take to get to the bottom of a tootsie pop?" Or whatever. And "Mr. Owl" replies "One...Twoo...Three! Chomp" And he bites it. That teaches our youth that it's okay to agree to help someone, and then ruin their experiment. Well...it's not. I am going to start a protest group. <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">T <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">eens  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">A <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">gainst  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">C <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">artoon  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">O <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">wls. We could call ourselves TACO! I love the little tacos, I love them good! That is a direct quote from GIR, co-star and comic-relief on INVADER ZIM. Hmmmm...intersting. I put hyphens in both of his titles...it must be a conspiracy! I gotta go. Those TACO buttons don't make themselves, you know. I'm back again. And not so cheesed off about the whole tootsie roll pop thing. Right now, I have another twenty minutes on the Internet before I'm gonna watch T.V. And I can't think of anything else to do. So, predictably, here I am. It's not like I have anything better to do. Obviously, you know this. After all, look how long this text is. I wonder if I've made the world record? If I did, would I stop this? Why bother asking? I'll will most likely still be adding to this on my death bed. Hmmmmm...has any old, senile person ever written anything? Was it coherent? Did it make more sense that this text? Is it possible to make  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">less <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> sense? Am I enjoying asking retorical questions? Yes. Yes, I am. But I seriously wonder what something written by a senile person would be like. I've heard of poems and stuff written by people who were high, insane or paranoid. But never senile. Can a senile person write? Aren't they regressed to a child-like state? Does it even matter? Is anyone even reading this? Did I resume asking retorical questions? Do you care? Is this eating up time? I feel like I'm playing questions only on whose line is it anway. I probley should have capitalized something, or underlined but I'm feeling lazy...hey, you try to keep your two and a half readers happy! It's really stressfull. Someday, I'm gonna snap and just delete this entire thing. Gee, I hope not! I worked sorta hard on this. It's great for making random topics weave together to form an overall infrastructure of chaos. That made little sense. That's why it's here, and not some critically acclaimed site. Ooooooooooooo! I'm gonna quote from the FLAMING CHICKENS HANDBOOK again! Yep! I bet you were just breathless in anticipation. Okay. Here goes. Code: 472 of the Flaming Chickens Handbook states that this site in no way aknowledges the existance of other, better sites (hereon reffered to as the Losers) The Losers are a myth. The Patron Saint of Paper Clips (me again!) claims no knowledge as to where that particullary nasty rumor started, but confirms that this is the best site ever. It would be a sin against humanity for a better site to exist. Should you refuse to aknowledge the Patron Saint of Paper Clips as the ruler of the Internet, you will be subjected to punishment as stated in Code 343 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook (i.e. Experience vague, pain-like sensations when you're not paying attention) This has been a public service announcement. This is a test, I repeat only a test. Had this been an actual emergency, we would have bought up all the can openers and charged 3 cows and a pig for each one. I repeat, lock all you doors and windows, this is it. I repeat, there is nothing to worry about. Everything is fine. The end is  not<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> here. I'm going, you're on you're own! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm back!*smiles brightly* And apparantly delusional! Anyway, I just finished rereading my longest text ever. And I became inspired to talk about nothing. You see, I periodically read the longest text ever to check the constant downward spiral of my sanity. Hmmm...I seem to be entertaining myself though, even while reading what I wrote. Which is why I  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">still <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> go to the Really Really Big Button That Doesn't Do Anything website. Because I am easily amused and have lots and lots of time on my hands. Maybe, some day far in the future (like next Thursday) I'll print a copy of this insane text. And then go door to door distributing it. Eventually, this would become a monthly tradition. Whole families would gather around their front door, in breathless anticipation while they attempted to barracade me out. I can just see the whole community rising to thwart my attempts to spread love, joy and insane chaos. I probley wouldn't actually print this out (think how much paper it would take!) but if I do, only friends and enemies will receive copies. Hmmmm...maybe my condition is worsening. Or not. I'm still peeved about the cartoon owl from the Tootsie Roll Pop commercials. He is pure evil. TACO will eventually destroy him. Unless he has already been destroyed by an even more radical Anti-Cartoon-Owl group. I hope not. Or, would that be good? I suppose I could let someone else have the glory. After all, I'm not in this line of buisness for the fame, fortune and power. What line of buisness, do you ask? Why, the assasinating annoying cartoon characters buisness. (Actually I just question them untill they spontaneously combust, I ask lots of questions) So, in conclusion, ladies and gentleman of the jury(that's you) I could not have possibly tortured "Mr. Owl" to death. I  love<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> owls. Hmm...I seem to be jumping from one subject to another more frequently. Either I am growing more comfortable with my on-line writing, or I am progressivly getting more insane and chaotic. I also am psyco-analyzing myself a lot today...hmmmm...I'm even saying "hmmmmm..." a lot. Just like a real psychologist. Hmmmmmmm. Time for another boring disclaimer!!!!!!! Code: 742 of the Flaming Chickens Handbook states that in no part does the Patron Saint of Paper Clips (That's still me!) actually claim to be mentally ill. That's either a) a publicity stunt b) An attempt at humor c) a cry for help or d) none of the above You can e-mail your responses by conducting a scavenger hunt of this site. Some of the pages of this site contain a link encouging the two and a half people to e-mail the Patron Saint of Paper Clips. There may also be evil little links that are designed to confuse you. These links send stuff to someone named johnjones333@hotmail.com The Patron Saint of Paper Clips does not know who this individual is, but sincerly wishes that you send all your hate mail to him. Not that the aformentioned individual claims to have received hate mail (or mail of any kind) via a website link. Thank-you for your time. Remember to send your answers to my sanity quiz to the e-mail account, flamingchickens333@hotmail.com Oh, and once I refer to myself in the first person again, the handbook quote is over. I just thought that I might like to mention that. Oh. You're still here. I figured you rush right on over to e-mail me. Perhaps you don't have time to waste e-mailing me. HA! HA! HA! That's funny!!!! If you you don't have time to waste, what are you doing here?!!! Oh, who am I kidding. I figure that even the people I manage to lure onto my site from neopets don't even bother to come to this particular page. Maybe I should make the link come here directly...Hey! What a good idea! That way I can spread my love, joy and insane chaos to more people! I'm a genius. Gotta go, must lure innocent victems to the second most pointless site ever!!!! I'm back. And really angry, and confused. I've always known that I was weird, that's always been a given. But now I realize that I am considerably more normal than the rest of my family. Today we had a "family outing." Now, most families will go bowling, or putt-putt golfing. They may go to a resteraunt with an arcarde, or the movies or to a theme park. Not my family! No, we got the greatest family outing of all. We got to go to a bar and play pool!!!!!*waits for readers to become insanely jealous* Yep, that's right, a bar with a pool table! Not only did we get world class cuisine (under-cooked hotdogs and over-cooked hamburgers), my little sister (age 10) got taught pool by someone I strongly supect is an ex-convict! Naturally when it was announced that we'd be eating dinner in this place, I could hardly contain my excitment(I glared at my mother and asked why we couldn't go to Pizza Hut) When we arrived, we were promptly served (after thirty minutes) In the meantime, we played a family game of pool(my parents played while my brother and sister and I watched) After two rousing rounds, our food came. The food was superb, (our food came the exact opposite of how we ordered it, and half of the onion rings were missing) Then we joyfully returned to our game(my sister and the ex-con played my mom) We spent hours there (from 5p.m.-7:15p.m.) There were many people that were the same age as me and my siblings (no one in the room but us were under 30) Us kids had to be dragged kicking and screaming from the bar ( I almost fell asleep during the last game I watched) As we left, there was a feeling of goodwill and fellowship between all(my sister locked me out of the car and wouldn't let me in untill I started yelling profanity in her general direction) The high point of the entire night was when my mother gave me $21 for my report card. She promptly borrowed $1 to help with the waitresses tip(This part I'm not being sarcastic about) All in all it was a night I'll remember forever (as the lowest point in "family outing"history, except for that time my mom dragged me to a church thing on the concept of truth.) My brother(age 13) even decided upon a new job he wants when he's old enough to work, a busboy at the bar. We had to tell him that he would probley have to wait untill he was 21.(Absolutly nothing about that statement was sarcastic) As you can see, I love my families outings(Not unless you're blind...or stupid) &#!#%&&!!!(*%$ WHAT THE %$#@ WAS MY MOTHER $#$#%$# THINKING!!!!!!!???? BRINGING $#$$# KIDS IN A BAR!? I know it was her idea, 'cause my dad hates it, too. My mom and my stupid little 10-year old sister loves it, though. *sighs* Why does my life have to be so weird? I'm leaving...now I'm back! And not so pissed at my weird family. Now is the time to mourn the loss of one of my most loyal readers (I think she's read the entire thing one time, which is more than anyone else has done so far) She has been banned from accesing any portion of the Internet, do to reasons that must remain confidental due to security reasons. If I told you, I'd have to kill you and all that stuff. So...now I am down to one and a half readers. Untill such time that I have more. I wonder why anyone would read this? You would have to have several characteristics that I possess. First of all, you'd have to have an extrodinary amount of free time. Second of all, you would have to have the patience to read through all of this. And lastly, you'd have to know where the heck this site is. I admit it. I haven't exactly advertised this site. Nor can I find it on any search engines. Some of my pages have stuff written in to make search engines recognize me, but it doesn't seem to be working. What must I do to rise above obscurity? I tell people I know about this site, but they either ignore this page, or don't even bother coming to the site in the first place. I suppose that is the bane of all authors. To pour your heart and soul into a passage, and have everyone ignore it. *sniffle* Why must this be? Maybe I should just give up. After all, no one would really care if I quit updating this site. But I can't help but think of stuff like the evil over lord list and REALLY REALLY BIG BUTTON THAT DOESN'T DO ANYTHING. They are not great neccesarily because of the content, (although that helps some) they are great because of their sheer length. You can read a little each day. And almost never finish. Also, I guess I still am trying to get the world record. I have heard some feedback suggesting that I make someway for people to remember where they stopped reading. It can be very confusing, especially if you weren't paying attention in the first place. Well, I dont  want<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> to organize this page, in any manner. This is chaos. And insanity. Not neat little text in classifiable rows, in alphabetical order. If you want neat, go to some other site(though, as mentioned in Flaming Chickens Code:472 there is no such thing as a site better than this one). Otherwise, I guess you're stuck with me. Awwwww...I'm touched! You didn't run screaming to another site, thankfull for the chance to escape this insanity. You're still here, which must mean that you'd rather be here than anywhere else! Hey, where are you going?! I thought you were gonna stay here and keep me company?! *drags reader back* See, I knew you'd stay! *gagged reader glares* What's that? I know this is the best site ever, thanks for the compliment! *reader starts inching towards freedom* I better go...I think that I may have a problem brewing. I'm back. And very concerned about this new, younger generation (all 10 year olds who were born in 1992) They are supposed to be the future. Instead they appear to be a nuclear armagedon in the form of a fifth grader. I chanced to have an interview with an informant from this evil generation (my little sister) who will be called Mrs. X for security reasons (no, she's not married, the "Mrs" makes it good as a disguise) I was quizing Mrs. X on Civil War History for an upcoming test in her classroom (whose location can not be devulged) Mrs. X seemed fluent in the subject. Using prior knowledge, I deduced that Mrs. X was full of crap. Out of sheer curiosity, I asked Mrs. X who participated in the Civil War. She immediatly replied "Clara Barton". I clarified, which  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">countries <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> fought in the Civil War. She answered: England, Russia, and (out of sheer desperation) Iraq. I believe that she was just listing countries she knows America has fought against. Now, correct me if I'm wrong...but Iraq? I don't know if Iraq even  existed<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> in the Civil War Era! Why on earth would we go have way across the world to fight them when we didn't even really need oil?!! Moving on, I finaly managed to coax my sister (I'm tired of writing Mrs. X) to tentativly guess that  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">America <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> fought in the Civil War. I mean, who'd a thought? America? Fighting in the  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">American <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> Civil War? In a moment of inspiration, I asked her who America fought. Her first guess was enslaved africans. Well, at least she knows that slaves were  involved<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> in the war. Before she could start listing all of America's enemies, I gave her a hint. I said "The  Union<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> fought..." With a crack, snaple and pop, some random synapses in her brain connected in the right order and she said "CONFEDERACY!!!" I was very proud of her, just as you would be proud of a two-year-old who has just announced: "I WENT POO-POO ON THE POTTY!!!!!" What I mean is, you wouldn't be very proud if the average person said that they just took a dookey on the toilet, and you wouldn't be very proud if they knew who fought against the Union in the Civil War. I confirmed that the Union was Northern and Free, and that the Confederacy was Southern and Slave. We resumed quizzing and she got every question on the worksheet correct. This is because she memorizes the questions. That way, she can pass the test without actually  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">learning <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> anything. You see, if you memorize stuff, you only have to remember that the answer to number 6 is Clara Barton for a week, rather than having to remember that Clara Barton started the Red Cross for the rest of you life. I sincerely appologize if anyone is offended by my view of memorization. I also would like such persons to immediatly leave my site. You don't belong here. You see...knowledge is good. If my sister...uh...Mrs. X were ever asked a question on the Civil War on a quiz show, she'd come up with nothing. With knowledge you can win money and the opportunity to look like a dork on national television. My sister is a big believer in the memorization system. I previous time when I was studying with her (American Revolution, this time) I was trying to help her remember the difference between the Patriots(Patriotic to America) and the Loyalists (Loyal to Britain) She didn't know what the word patriotic meant. I tried to explain. I asked her how you dress on the forth of july (she said nice) I asked what the colors red, white and blue were (pretty). I gave up in exasperation. More recently, I was trying to instill a sense of empathy and niceness in her. I asked her what the golden rule of christianity was. She didn't know. When I pressed her, she confessed she didn't know what chrisianity was. Completly defeated, I told her that it was the religion she practiced every Sunday when she went with her friends to church. This confirmed my suspicion that she only went so that she could have the use of the church's playground equipment. My family also strongly suspects that she stole $20 from the donation thingy. Anyway, that's my rant on the new generation that contains my little sister. When someone of her generation runs for president, I'm gonna do a complete background check. If they're anything like my sister, I'm movin' to Canada. Gotta go...the Russian-Brittish-Iraqi-enslaved-Africans are coming to defeat the Mexicans. I'm back! *there's that darn cricket again* And I have a genuine question to ask all of my loyal readers *cough-cough* Okay, here it is: Is it normal for a non-gender specific sibling to carry around various dead reptiles (snakes, turtles, lizards etc.) Furthormore, is it considered accepted behavior to talk to these dead reptiles, in a cooey, baby talky kind of voice? Finnaly, is it expected for said sibling's non-gender specific parent to encourage such behavior, citing "I was just like that as a child" as an excuse? It's an honest question as I fear that my non-gender specific sibling is weird. Who am I kidding? My entire family is weird. It's just a matter of degree. Hey, by the way. I'm sorry that my last few entries have been only about my various family antics. Although I can't see why you care, because there is a large probability that you do not exist, because I don't think anyone is reading this anymore. How discouraging. People need to make the time to waste time. It's a time honored tradition. Who'd thought that I could use time that many times in only a few sentences? It's been pretty quiet here lately, which is why I haven't added anything to this text in awhile. I know, you were just crushed that nothing new was happening. It's a sad, cold, cruel world out there and you had nothing to relieve the monotony of it. *sniffle* I feel so sorry for you! Next thing you know, you're internet connection will die. Well, too bad! Do you know I never even  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">had <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> a computer untill just a few months ago (that's why I'm obsessivly writing here) So I won't pity you if you're computer dies for unexpected reasons. Time for another quote from the FLAMING CHICKEN HANDBOOK!!! Code: 843 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook states that in no way is the Patron Saint of Paper Clips (guess who?) responsible for any faulty wiring or lack thereof in your computer. The Patron Saint of Paper Clips in no way wishes harm on your computer. Any derogatory statement is simply an opinion of an individual, not of the flaming order of the flaming chickens. Said order will in no way be held responsible for any damages, injuries, loss of life, limb, head, or organs. Okay, quote is done. Maybe I should put quotation marks around them...nah, too much work. But I probably will eventually get around to having a seperate page just for the FLAMING CHICKEN HANDBOOK. That way all the members (what members) can print out a copy of it for themselves (if they didn't get that copy in the mail) I guess I'm done for the day...I know. You want me to stay. It's okay. Because eventually, I'll be back! Seeya! I'm back. And once again suprised. When I was at a TAB poetry thingy (TAB is good TAB is great We love TAB) I met some new people. One of these people (who shall remain nameless untill such time that I have explicit permission to use her name) turned out to be almost as weird as me. As in...she read the ENTIRE Longest Text Ever. The whole thing. So far two whole people (to my knowledge) have read the entire thing, and a few people have skimmed it. That means I really can justify claiming to have two and a half readers! I'm so happy! That means my pointless obsession has actually entertained someone besides me! Perhaps, one day, far in the future, this will actually be a world record and random people will acutally voluntarily read this text every day. Or maybe not. The point is that it is nice to have readers. Or maybe it's not...I mean...won't the quality *snicker* of my work deteriorate if I am no longer writing for the target audience of me? If that happens, then no one will read this. And then I'll be writing for me again. And then the quality will rise. And then people will start reading. And then the quality will go down and the vicious spiral of good and bad will continue untill I either give up this text, or go crazy...er. In any case...I should probably find a topic. Yeah...a topic would be good. Or...I could just continue to write about finding a topic. Ooooo! I know a topic! Ice cream trucks! This has been bothering me for a while. You see...when it's hot, you want something cold to eat. Conviently, ice cream trucks come around during the hottest part of the year (it must be a conspiracy). As you may or may not know, small children swarm the ice cream trucks. The vendors even play whimsical music which I strongly suspect contains subliminal messages to make you hungry for ice cream. The vendors get oodles of cash, and the kids get ice cream. Now, in today's society of buying groceries on-line and getting them delivered, why hasn't any other food industry marketed this ingenius idea to bring the product to the consumer. I can just see Hot Dog, and Pizza trucks roaming the neighbor hoods, selling treats to hungry children...and adults. Of course, said adults would have to peel their butt-cheeks off the couch...but they'd have to do that for the delivary man anyway. The food trucks could even play music that made you hungry for their food. Then the problem with obesity in America would be blamed on evil food truck drivers as opposed to the harmless, benificient television and computer. We could all breath a sigh of relief as parents kept their children  inside<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">, away from the evil truck drivers and near the T.V. Gone would be the days when parents told children to play outside, it's a nice day. Parents would buy their children computers, video games and other television neccesities. This, of course would expand the market for such products. This would lead to a better, more stable economy. Food industires would be buying cars, gas and music. Parents would increase the purchase of entertainment items. In return companies would make a profit, pay their workers better. The workers would then be able to afford more entertainment items and the upward spiral would continue, as opposed to the evil downward spiral of my writing. In conclusion, Ladies and Gentlemen...if you implement my idea, there will be peace and prosperity for all. As long as you don't mind a few more couch potatoes. Gotta go...I think I hear a catchy jingle. I'm back...it's been awhile since I've written here. A lot has happened. Like my EVIL school computer deleting my updates page. But it's all good. Especially since I just saw The Matrix: Reloaded. The following text may spoil the movie for you, so WARNING: do no read this unless you have already seen the movie. Okay. What I liked best was the philosophy on choices. (the mindless fight scenes were really cool, too). It's like this. In the beginning of the movie, Neo is having dreams about Trinity's death. Later, The Oracle tells him that he has already decided her fate. Towards the end of the movie, Neo chooses to tell Trinity to stay out of the Matrix, since he saw her die in it. She agrees, but only after seeing how important it is to him. After a horrific chain of events (is it coincidence, or fate) the people who will deactivate the secondary power source of the building Neo is infiltrating, die. So...the plan is going to fail. Unless someone does something, Neo, Morpheus and many others will die. Trinity, who is of course outside of the Matrix, knows this and chooses to enter the Matrix to save the day. The events of Neo's dream unfold. So...when the oracle said that the choice had already been made, she was completely correct. The moment Neo woke from dreams of Trinity's death, he made a choice. He would do everything in his power to keep his dream from becoming reality. So he kept her out of the Matrix, and she saw the problem, and entered the Matrix to fix it. If she had been in the Matrix, she would have likely been with Morpheus, never would have known about the plan's failure, would therefore not have been in the situation that resulted in her death. And the plan would have failed and Neo might have died, along with a large portion of the city (the building was set to blow if there was any intruders) So...Neo's choice to attempt to save Trinity triggered the sequence of events that led to her death. As Neo realizes all of this, through a nearly omniscient Architect of the Matrix, he makes another choice. This choice is simply an extension of his original choice: he will save Trinity at all costs. Neo is told that he has two choices. He can save mankind, and doom Trinity. Or he can try to save Trinity and doom mankind. No guarantee that he'll succeed in saving Trinity. He goes for Trinity, makes it just in time to catch her body, and starts her heart back up. In return for not taking the easy route, he gains a power in the more or less real world. He can deactivate the machines, (squidies) but at great personal cost. The movie ends with him in a coma. Now, you must realize that I have described only one aspect of this movie of all movies. There are not enough words in the English language to describe the sheer coolness of the fight choreography, special effects and the plot. I highly recommend you see the movie yourself. I'm sorry that today's rant isn't random, insane or completely chaotic, but I must right my experience with The Matrix before I forget. I am so buying this movie when it comes out on DVD. I love it! You have to admit its sheer coolness. I mean, come on! It's the sequel to the movie that revolutionized the standard by which we judge special effects. I better stop typing before I have a heart attack...just remember...The Matrix has you...I'm back. And throughly pissed off at my school system in general. You see...they feel that the only way to reward academic achievement...yada-yada-yada...is to force the smart kids to be ushers for Senior Honor Nite, and Graduation. Where is the logic in this? I for one, didn't know about such dire consequences for not deliberatly failing classes. It was bad enough that I was forced to "volunteer" my precious time (i could have worked on this site)...no...I was forced to wear formal attire. My school system is stuck in the past...and formal attire means...a dress...a white dress...(for those you who never bothered to find out...I am indeed female). So...for the first time in about 5 years...I wore a dress...and something that was complelty white. What cruel fate is this? To compound the EVIL situation...I was forced to wear feminine shoes. In other words...they hurt. And they pushed my toes together. Since I have a rather weird phobia of touching my own skin...this made my evening my own personall torture session. I think that such gender-specific torture should be deemed inhumane and abolished from our great society...of flaming chickens. Henceforth...Code: 666 of the Flaming Chickens Handbook states that under no circumstance will the Patron Saint of Paper Clips (guess who) be forced to wear anything other than a t-shirt and preferably black jeans. Should you violate this right, you will become destroyed or possibly dizzy. I'm leaving now...I have some destruction to do. i'm back. from graduation. we had to get there one hour and fifteen minutes early because there was traffic. After standing around a lot...the ceremony started. Lots of people spoke. by the time I had to do my part (tell people where to stand before getting their diploma) it was dark. there were bugs. they liked landing on me. then...i got to go stand while people said a lot of stuff. i couldn't hear it because someone had put the speakers facing the audience. we clapped. the whole time, even during the name-calling, seniors were playing with silly string and beachballs. afterwards...they turned off the lights. there were lots of fireworks. i wandered around for 20 minutes looking for a cell phone. i called home, and waited another hour for my ride...traffic to the school was one way. i felt sorry for my dad. i am tired...but cannot go to sleep. i'll copy and paste this to my site. maybe the longest text ever. you will all suffer as i have suffered when and if you graduate. i cannot feel my feet. i hate dress shoes. I'm back. Today, I'm here to salute the  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">P <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">ointless  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">S <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">igns  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">O <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">f  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">A <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">merica! The PSOA have been whole-heartedly working for you, and what have you done for them? NOTHING! These so-called "pointless" signs are doing just what they were meant to do: entertain you! You cannot judge them simply because they have no apparant function. They expand your mind, making you think about all the things they  could<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> do. They could do anything they wanted to, if they just put their minds to it. If you judged everything by what it doesn't acomplish, then the entire world is populated by pointless beings. Noone can do everything, so how can you expect a SIGN, with the I.Q. of toilet paper, to do everything. You people sicken me. You expect far to much of the inanimate world. The inanimate world, on the otherhand, expects nothing of you. Which is exactly what it gets. If you expect nothing, and get nothing, you feel nothing. If you expect nothing and get something, you're happy. But, if you expect something and get something you feel nothing. And if you expect something and get nothing, you feel cheated. If you're following along, and not completly confused, you'll realize that it is better to be a pessimist than an optomist. Yep that's right. This entry went from saluting the PSOA to making a statement about my ideals. This has been a weird day. You can thank my associate  "Meg"<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> she came up with the PSOA acronym. Everyone, clap for  "Meg"<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">.I gotta go...seeya later! I'm finnaly back! Today, I took a long look at this site, which is the acomplishment of almost a year of work. And I asked myself "How could I have better spent my time?" And so, in the interest of wasting even more time, I made a list. Here we go! Number One: I could have cured cancer. Not that I know anything about medicine...or cancer for that matter. But I'm sure that if I just would have put my mind to it, I could have done it. Number Two: I could helped the earth to find eternal and lasting peace. Which would be boring. So I at least have an excuse for not doing that. Number Three: I could have studied and stuff. Uh...don't think so...Number Four: I could have learned to drive. This would have resulted in the deaths of numerous pedistrians...and I would still probably be wondering around in search of a McDonalds. Number Five: I could have read more books, played more video games and watched more mindless television. Gee...I wish I'd thought of that sooner. Number Six: I could have implemented one of several plans for world domination. Or, as an alternative, I could have ruined several plans for world domination that other people made. Number Seven: I could drive people crazy. Wait...aren't I already doing that? Scratch number seven. And on to: Number Eight: I could have...uhhhh...ummmmm...actually thought up these things before hand. Number Nine: Now it's just getting redundant, isn't it? Number Ten: This is the list that never ends. Yes, it goes on and on my friend. One person, started typing it not knowing what it was, and they'll continue typing it forever just because this is the list that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends, some person started typing it not...etc, etc. Okay...I admit it. I have officialy run out of ways I could have better spent my time. I don't think there actually  are<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> any. Except for maybe five and six. Now,  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">those <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> have possibilities. However, I am currently content to just sit here and type. For the benefit of you, the reader...who may or may not exist. Either way, I'm continuing to sort of entertain myself. I feel like I should be outraged about some topic or another. I just can't work up the energy to be outraged. Perhaps a nice, soothing mistrust. Yeah. I can work with mistrust. I definitly mistrust lots of stuff. Like organ grinders, and the evil conspiracies. Did you know, that Kodak was part of the conspiracy to assasinate John F. Kennedy. Now, some of you are probably thinking "Gee, Really?", or "Wow, I never knew that!" while others are thinking "Who's John F. Kennedy?" or possibly "Who or What is Kodak". I fervently hope that you're not thinking the last two...especially about Kodak. Kodak, as you may know, is a film developing company. And John F. Kennedy (JFK) was an alien bent on global domination. Or possibly a really good president who wanted to fly to the moon. Either way, he got assasinated. And ever loony in America decided that it was a conspiracy. Some even go so far as to claim that Kodak "changed" the pictures of the assasination to make an assasination in the bushes become a tree's shadow. I didn't know that they had such good technology back then. I have to wonder...why would Kodak do such a thing. Perhaps Kodak is actually a front organization for a shadowy governmental system that controls the entire world and didn't want mankind to obtain the freedom of the stars and so tried to sabotauge the space program even though it didn't work as well as they planned. Or perhaps not. Either way, Kodak is undeniably evil. How can any company that takes so many "wholesome" pictures not be? You can just bet that they look at every one that get's turned in to them, judging blackmail value, and whether or not you could get arrested. It's just sickening, you can't even take a simple photo nowadays. Unless you have a digital camera, which are a symbol of freedom from the old ways and willing enslavement to the new ways. We can only hope that the digital camera manufacturers are kinder masters than the evil Kodak Lords. I better go...I think Kodak is tracing my site....I'm back now! And, once again, I have proof that someone actually took the time (two hours) to read this entire Longest Text Ever! It's amazing, it's incredible, it's unbelievable. But true. Even more incredible, this time it's someone I don't even know! Wooooooo! I feel inspired and happy and other really good emotions and stuff. And so, I'll take a trip down memory lane, to the dark depths of the past, to when I decided to make this page. It was inspired, in part, by my sheer and utter boredom. In school, back before I even owned a computer, I'd type random words for long periods of time, 'cause I had nothing better to do. Once I got this computer, I decided to do something similar on my beloved site. But, it ended up making more sense than I anticipated (scary thought, huh). Oh, well...I tired of nostalgia. Back to the present. Right now, I'm just typing so that no one can say that I've been slacking off. I don't think I have any conspiracy theories...except pop-ups/pop-unders. Have you ever had the evil pop-up that says that if you click here, it'll get rid off all the annoying pop-ups? Isn't that sort of ironic? Could the pop-up blocker people have chosen a better means to advertise their product? It's like grand-theft auto 3's talk show, you know, the one where there are  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">C <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">itizens  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">R <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">aging  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">A <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">gainst  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">P <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">hones? Or CRAP, for short. And the lady representing them, calls the radio station...on a phone. It's stupid and ironic and just shouldn't exist in a better world. Pop-Up ad's help you get rid of pop-up ads? Insane, chaotic...hmmmmm...I wonder who thought of it? Was it on purpose, or was it just some mistake? It is now my civic duty to discover this ancient mystery, and reveal it to the uncaring world. Or maybe I'll go make a frozen pizza. Yeah. That sounds good, too. Since I'm not particualarly inspired at the moment, I should leave and let you gather what is left of your sanity. I just can't seem to stop, though. Okay...I can do it. I'm leaving. I'm back...and it's several hours later. I've decided to imortalize the stupidity of my dog, Moose. She is a heavy-set Yorkshire Terrior (12 lbs.) In otherwords, she's a small yappy dog who is big for her breed. Today, I met her arch-enemy. An enemy so terrifying that Moose cannot stop shaking. An enemy so hideous that Moose must destroy it at all costs. An enemy so dangerous that Moose fears it above all others. Now you may be wondering what horrible beast is Moose's arch-enemy. And you probably suspect that it is something pathetic. You would be correct in your suspiciousness...for Mooses arch-enemy is...*dramatic drumroll*...a small, white, feather. Now, Moose has seen many feathers, birds even. But none have struck terror in her little moose heart like this particular feather. So...naturally I put her arch-enemy in my pocket and brought it home with me. This action has made her very suspicious of where my loyalties lie. She tracks the feather smell all over the house, and goes crazy whenever I take it out of my pocket. She even got her sister and mother in the spirt of things. Now her sister sounds an alarm whenever she sees the evil feather. Now, you may be wondering what is so terrifying about a small, white, feather. So am I. It doesn't smell funny, (I asked my brother, since I don't have a sense of smell), it seems perfectly ordinary. So, I've decided that Moose works for some secret government organization, and that the feather is the key to the destruction of the world, and I am just blithely letting it enter our home, so that it may furthur its evil plans to destroy the universe. That is the only possible explanation as to why it upsets her so much. Or...maybe it's the feather off of the cartoon owl from the tootsie-roll pop comercials (one...two...three..*crunch*). Whatever the case, I decided that the whole world, (or three of four random people) deserve to know that if the world and or universe are destroyed, it's the evil, little, white, feather's fault. Now I'd better go and torture my Moose with it...:) I am officially back. And you, the potentially non-existant reader gets a once in a lifetime chance to hear me rant and rave about my  Horrible, Horrible Family Vacation<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">. I know. You feel very, very honored. It's like this. My mother is a control freak, and she decided on the spur of the moment that we were going north to visit relatives. Later that day, she decided we were NOT going north, we were going south to a beach resort. Still later that day, she got offended at some trivial thing and decided that we weren't going anywhere at all. The very next day, she decided that we were going north, after all. So, we packed everthing up. Before we knew it, we were on the road. The first part of the trip was fairly easy. As in, I was half-asleep, hoping that we'd arrive while I slept. Then, in an inspired move, my brother talked my mother into letting him sit up front. That meant that my mother would be in the back, with me and my younger, eviler sister. Immediatly, my mother started complaining. It was uncomfortable in the back, it was too hot, it was too cold. Then, she accidently woke our three yappy dogs up, and they relized that they were in a car. That meant only one corse of action for them. They started shaking and barked their little heads off. This annoyed my mother further, untill she asked, no,  demanded<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> that my father turn the car around so that we could go home. Unfortuantly, we had already driven 337 miles toward our destination. After much argument, my father was going to turn around, untill he realized that my mother was going to drop the dogs and me off, and then turn around and continue north. This seemed slightly unpracticle, so we ended up not taking that 337 mile detour. We eventually reached our destination after 16 hours of virtually non-stop driving. We got there, we ate. We slept. My mother visited relatives. And so the week went by. I got to go to a huge library, and see Terminator 3 at the local theater. That was the high point of the entire trip. The last day, we were deciding where to eat. My mom said that she didn't care. So my dad picked a steak place. My mother tried to order a mushroom-swiss burger...only to discover that the place had no swiss-cheese. So she decided on a salad, only to discover that they didn't have her favorite salad dressing. After much deliberation, she decided that she wouldn't eat. After complaining how hungry she was, and about the poor quality of the resteraunt, she walked out of the resteraunt, instructing the rest of us to "enjoy our meals". And I wonder where my little sister gets her annoyingness. Not that my mother is annoying...just set in her ways. The whole meal thing was about the only interesting thing to happen during the week. On the way home, we had gotten approximatly 4 hours into the trip when my mother predicatably decided that we had to go back and eat at the 50th aniversary of her favorite ice cream place. Needless to say, we ignored her. Oh, and when my sister had to go to the bathroom very badly during a traffic jam, my mother had the good taste to making hissing/water noises to make my sister's problem worse. She claimed that my little sister always did it to her, and she was getting pay-back. Between her bickering with my sister, and obsessivly playing neopets games, I don't know what to do with her. Anyway...that was my family vacation rant. It sucked. No suprise. At least it's over. Sorry if I complained a lot. If you don't like it, start your own longest text ever. Anyway, I promise to go back to my usual routine the next time I rant here. I thought of a topic on the way home, but forgot it. Seeya. I'm back! I know, I took you completly by suprise. You thought you'd gotten rid of me. *cheesy super-hero voice* Well, fear not, random citizen, for I, PSOPC am here! *normal voice* Today I have a very important to discuss with you in this:  PERFECTLY NORMAL PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCMENT<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">. Yes, that's right. It's time to warn you, the viewer...er...reader...about the evils of various stuff. Today's lesson is: subliminal messages. That's right, folks, mass hypnosis via commercials. Now, I'm sure you've at least  heard<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> of subliminal messages, right? No? Well...prepare to be enlightened. Subliminal messages are an advertising technique that puts hidden pictures and words into a main image. You don't see them, but your subconsious (dreaming) mind does. Your subconsious mind acts on whatever it is told. What does this mean to you? It means that WAL-MART TV IS EVIL! EVIIIIIIIIIIIIL!!!!!! Why else would they invest all that money to show commercials in their own store? Because they put subliminal messages in them, of course! Subliminal messanging also explains the successes of certain fast-food resteraunts, and brand name items. BEWARE YOUR TOASTER OVEN! Okay. That had nothing to do whatsoever with subliminal messages...it's just cool to say. Anyway, only watch wal-mart if you WANT to be subliminaly entertained into purchasing a new set of TUPERWARE, even though your old set is PERFECTLY fine. This has been a public service announcment. Pretty cool, huh? Uh...you don't have to take the subliminal stuff seriously. It's true, and all, but I have no proof about wal-mart, or certain fast food resteraunts. It makes sense, though. Wal-mart TV is evil. You cannot deny it. Seeya...hmmm..I wonder if there's subliminal stuff in my computer...I'm back. And I feel that it's time for a FAKE commercial break, for the highly informed, obviously brain-dead consumer. ''And now, a word from our non-existant sponsor. Ketchup: The only food that you'll want to eat after traveling to the 5th Dimension. It's been practically proven that Ketchup transforms into a highly intoxicating (non-addictive) delicious substance upon returning from the 5th Dimension. Stock up now with our Valu-Pak to recieve 3-metric tons of Ketchup, all for the low, low price of your brain, since you're obviously not using it anyway. Then, just wait for technology to "catch-up" (get it, catch-up, Ketchup?)so you can travel to the 5th Dimension like our scientists almost did. <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">(Next Commercial)  Get ready fo: Faux's new "reality" TV show, "How Low Can  We  Go?" It's about six contestants who compete to create the worst, least likely "reality" TV show. The winner not only gets the million-dollar prize, they get the chance to produce the show they created. Remember: if the show sucks, it's their fault, not ours!<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">(Next exciting commercial!) And for all the idiots out there: Try new and improved Dum-B-Gon! Dum-B-Gon stimulates brain activity, making you up to 10 times smarter! Not only that, Dum-B-Gon: stimulates weight loss, cures "any" illness, does simple houshold chores, never leaves the toilet seat up and is the perfect gentle companion for your kids. How can you pass up this revolutionary new product? It's yours for only 3 bi-monthly payments of $3.95 ($3,95,000 on days ending in "y")Don't forget, Dum-B-Gon is practically guaranteed!* (*Not a guarantee)<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> (Next commercial) Have you ever wondered why food sometimes goes bad in your fridge, even if you've only had it a few years? It's because of the "evil little faeries with sharp little teeth." These "faeries" sprinkle your food with highly toxic "age dust" and ruin a perfectly good four-year-old meatloaf. How do you stop them? With our patented "spray". Our "spray" kills over 99.9% of "faeries" (which are much to small to see) Our "spray" also kills most disease causing agents, like rats, or pigeons. WARNING: Leave food sit in an open, well-venilated spot for a week before eating.''<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> And now, back to our featured presentation. Wasn't that semi-entertaining? I bet you wanna go eat some Ketchup covered Dum-B Gon right now, while watching "reality" TV. Just make sure you "spray" your food first. Pathetic, wasn't it? Oh, well. I was bored, and a dilligent reader suggested I make fake commercials, so...therer they are. Happy? Good. I'm leavin', for now. I'm back. And I'm willing to enlighten you, the potentially you-know-what reader. Today, I was checking out some weird news. At one point, I read an article that stated that it had been proven, conclusivly, that Kansas was flatter than the standard pancake. The researches even used highly advanced technololgy to map the surface of a pancake and compare it to documented geology of Kansas. Some people disagree, the director of the Kansas Geological Survey said "I think this is part of a vast breakfast food conspiracy to denigrate Kansas. It's a cheap shot." So...doesn't that make you want to take Kansas' side (I sincerly appologize if you are from Kansas). It just seems extremly weird (and worthy of mentioning) that this semi-important guy from Kansas believes in a "vast breakfast food conspiracy". Makes you think that the long held belief that Kodak conspired with the JFK assasin(s) is normal. Another article claims that an anitseptic turned a polar bear purple, drawing large crowds of people. I sure hope other zoos won't copy them. Before you know it, we'll have orange alligators, pink tigers and blue lions. School children won't be able to correctly identify the color of a zebra. Random people will think they've gone crazy, after a seemingly innocent visit to the zoo. It's wrong, I tell you. A complete and total degregation of our societies values. What values, you say? The basic moral belief that  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Polar bears should be WHITE <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">. Unless we spray-painted the snow purple, too. Then it would be okay. As long as the bear blends in, you know? Speaking of animals, there's a cat in California who is a kleptomaniac (likes to steal stuff). He sneaks into neighboring homes, and takes clothing, wrapped christmas presents, and anything he can find. He then leaves them under his owners car. Okay, better leave. I'm back. And I don't really have a topic today. I'm just bored. Sometimes I just do this, you know? Start typing without any idea about what it is I intend to say. Maybe I subconsiously DO know what I'm doing here, but refuse to admit it to myself. Or maybe I am monumentally bored and don't have anything else to do at the moment. Either way, I'm here. You must be pretty bored, too. Otherwise, why on earth (beta, krpto, zkdjf, Planet X, whatever) would you be here? It would make no sense. If you have something better to do, why wouldn't you be doing it right now? I would be. But, maybe that's just the difference between you and me. Yeah. That must be it. Unless you're bored. Then I completly understand. I need to find a topic. Here, topic, topic, topic! Come on, I won't hurt you, I promise! *hides large ax behind back* Come here, topic! Why are you afraid of little ol' me? *sigh* There are no topics anywhere near me. Kinda like me and  "Meg"<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> webcomic we are trying to do. It's called Hit-Or-Miss, any topics, plot, etc. are completly accidental and are not the fault/responsibility of the creators. That was sort of a topic, even though it was sort of random. Which is what I do best. Okay, I'm done with that litte commercial. What now...hmmmmm...should I share with you more of my paranoid/delusional conspiracy theories? Or have I been doing that too much lately? Oooooo! I know, I'll start of list of why it's fun/good to be insane/weird! #1<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">You can say or do anything and normal people will agree with you in the hopes that you'll be satisfied, shut up, and go away. Far away. I will show you an example with this completly true stuff that I experienced several years ago. ''ME: My vicious, psychotic, flesh-eating bunny-rabbit wants to rule the world.RANDOM PERSON: Uh-huh, that's nice. ME: Yeah, but I told her that she'd be a terible ruler. I mean, she traded Asia for a carrot! And she doesn't even LIKE carrots! RANDOM PERSON: You don't say? ME: Yep. She also is the goddess of red jello. RANDOM PERSON: *head explouding from sheer insanity*''<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> As you can see, I was a very weird child (this happened in elementary school...uh...except for that head-explouding part). Okay...on to:  #2<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> You can get out of practically anything by saying:  ''a)It's against my religion b)I'm allergic to that. c)I have an extremly irrational fear of that. d)I already did that in a past life and it sucked. e)My psychotic bunny predicted I'd die doing it.''<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> Unfortunalty, several of those reasons LEGITAMITLY apply to a certain activity I do every Tuesday, which WILL NOT BE NAMED HERE LEST I GIVE IT POWER OVER ME! I'm allergic to parts of it, have irrational fears about others and I'm pretty sure it's against my Jenny religion...along with eating mashed potatoes, or potatoes of any kind. I'll add that to the FLAMING CHICKENS HANDBOOK. Thou shalt not eat spuds. Hmmmm...time for  #3<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">You can obsessive over ANYTHING, and people will think nothing of it. I, personally, am obsessed with, kitties, bunnies, bats, this website, drawing, making intriate little patterns with strings, doing mildly repetitive activities, being weird, apparantly making lists and cheese...and chickens...and flame. Fire is good. Fire is free. Fire is my friend...until it burns me. Then it must die...painfully. And on to: #4<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">You make your friends look normal in comparison. And  #5:<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> You can give each of your pets several weird names such as:  Ringling-Raison-Bailey-Suzana-Midnight-Schultz, Squirell, Moose, Moose-Moose, Moosey-Moose, Linzey-Moose, Muffin, Squirell-Muffin, Yabby-Doodle, Abby Normal, Wiggle-Baby, Wiggle-Muffin, Witle-Baby, Cheese-Monkey, Muffin-With-Squirell-Juice, Squirell-With-Muffin Juice, Moosey-Juice, Squirell-Monkey, etc.<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> Now, wasn't that a fun list!? Doesn't that just make you proud to be weird? I should make bumber stickers saying that. Proud to be weird. It'd be cool. Anyway, gotta go! *yawn* I'm back. Last night I was super-charged with lots of sugar and not a lot of sleep. I ended up writing things during the time of night when EVERYTHING is hilarious, including the word sheep. To compound things, I wasn't alone, and things just escalated. The following is everything I wrote during that sugar-coated time period. Some are answers to e-mails, the rest are just stuff I wrote. <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Definitly. THen we go to library. Guess what? Me and Josh ate lots and lots of sugar, and it's late at nite and everything is funny but we can't laugh 'cause everybody is sleepin' so it's even funnier but ever since we drank the water we sobered up even though we weren't drunk but we ate sugar...lots and lots of sugar. MOstly donut cake. Okay. JOsh says it was only one piece of cake. WE got it at Wal-mart. Or his mom did. OR something. Goodbye...oh, and the fresh chicken wings might be to blame. they were special wings. I hope I remember doing this. I think it's pretty funny. > You have blue hari..*gigles* I like hair. Josh says I probably won't remember writing any of this, but I can't sleep. THe cake was good. aSk anybody. Big Brother may be listening right now so I beter go. They're listening for a secrret...no it's cause of a secret. But the secret doesn't exist so they are stupid. *g8ggles* bye. Yes. Megan has hair. I've seen it. *giggling* It's very, very late at nite. ONly not really. i like sugar. NO, wait. It's early. WE have been having very profound thoughts lately. We think. THey might havve been important, but we keep forgetting them. We're not sure. Josh wants his thought back. *sniffle* i do, too. It's not fair. I think mine involved a jaunty song to sing. But I couldn't have sung it 'cause it would have woken everyone up and they would have called me inconsiderate. I have to get up really early to leave for home. I should be asleep. *gigles* It milght have been a sugar rush 'cause now we're having a sugar crash. OR, maybe it's the writing. Okay, maybe it was the ranch dressing instead of the special, fresh buffalo wings. But they really were'nt buffoal wings 'cause buffalo's don't have wings...cause they come off when they are babies, JOsh says so and he must be right causse he's been having Profound Thoughts even though he cannot remember them. But, the wings were'nt really special. I don't think. Maybe we're just really, really tired and had sugar. I don't want to play the stupid animal war card game 'cause the stupdi bear gets eaten by an eaagle.. ...goodbye ssslllee0yyyyslllllllleeeeeeeepppppppppppppyyyyyyyyyyy iiiiiiiiissssssssssssss gggggggggoooooooooooooddddddddddddd............. <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">As you can see, I was in a very interesting state of mind. I hadn't had a genuine sugar rush since I was 11. It was fairly fun. Although I acted like an idiot. Oh, well. I have more stuff to write, but I gotta go right now. Stay tuned to hear my thoughts on tanning, and an evil card game, and who knows what else...Okay I'm back. Here's what I wrote this weekend: Woooooo! 5000 hits! Aren't I special? *sigh* I can't think of anything to write. But I must. I must defeat the sister site of the Longest Text Ever! I mean, I've been doing this much, much longer than the other person. Hmmmmm...monkey. Why do weird people (myself included) obsess about monkeys? And, are monkeys spelled monkies? It just looks weird. Like a division of mounties made entirely out of monks. I bet it's spelled monkeys. It looks right. Maybe I should use spell-check. But...that'd be a lot of work, unlike ranting, raving and rambling. Hey, it's the 3 r's! No longer does school teach use reading, riting and 'rithmitic, it now teaches us ranting, raving and rambling! (and redundancy!) After all, isn't that basicly what the best teachers do? It sets a perfect example for you young, impressionable minds. Those are the best kind. *yet another highly dramatic, time-consuming sigh* I need a topic. A good one. Not one of those bargain ones  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">anyone <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> can find at your local topic discount outlet store. I'll rant and rave and ramble about the EVILS of sunlight. Most people actually  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">like <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> to spend long periods of time exposing their vulnerable skin to the harmful rays of the sun. These people have obviously suffered major brain damage from their prolonged exposure to the sun. The actually think that their skin's efforts to protect them are ATTRACTIVE. It'd be like someone thinking that scabs are atractive, 'case they protect you from disease. Then everyone would cut and scrape themselves to be covered in scabs. That's exactly what tanning is like. Purposly damaging the skin so you can look "attractive". Now, a long time ago, people were sort of smarter. They avoided the sun at all costs. They associated tans with hard, manuel labor. Then, some fasion bimbo went on a fasionable safarii to get some fasionable furs, or whatever. When she came back, 'lo and behold, she had a tan. This resourceful young vanguard of fasion decided to cover her extreme embarassment by acting like she  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">meant <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> to horribly damage herself. And because she  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">was <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> the head fasion bimbo, everyone agreed that the look was definitly "in". So, everyone went to the beach and got tans. Girls began wearing skimpier, and skimpier bathing suits. Men, of course, had no complaints. (Though whether it was the tan or the skimpy suits, no one will ever know.) As you read this Historicly Accurate Anecdote, you must realize the parallel between it and the fable  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">The Emperoro's New Clothes <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">. Someone did something incredbly stupid, but because they were powerful, everone acted like it was a stroke of genius. And the preceding generations became brain-washed (possibly through subliminal messages in sun-tan lotion commercials) to believe tans were expected. Those few who actually  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">could <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> think and avoided the sun were considered to be outcasts. I don't mean to insult you if you DO have a tan. I am simply explaining why I, personally, refuse to swim, go to the beach, sunbathe, leave the house, etc. Alrighty then. I'm gonna quit for now. I'm back. I'm so very, very tired. School has been on for four days now. I have three very hard academic classes. They give lots and lots of homework. Two and a half hours of homework (total) to be precise. I get home from work at 5:30p.m. and eat dinner. Then I do my homework. I get done at 9:15. Then I wait for my mom and dad to stop playing Collapse II so that I can get on. I usually have less than 30 minutes. It sucks. I can't really work on this site even though I now have a more in depth understanding of variables. I learned this from my calculator. I made a virtual pet for it. It was fun. I'm tired. Did I mention that, yet. My calculator is nifty. Sometimes, it is lazy. It tells me stuff like: "Warning: More Solutions May Exist" and "Questionable Accuracy". So...it doesn't bother to find all solutions, and it may be wrong. Geee....that is comforting. I love my calculator, though. It does all my Math for me. I hate Math. Math is so picky. In English, and stuff, if you miss one little detail, at most you lose partial credit, but you usually get it all right. In Math, one teeny, tiny little mistake will make you get the entire thing wrong. I tend to make those tiny mistakes, and get bad grades, even if I understand the concepts. I hate Math. I'm tired. Are you tired. I sure am. Guess what I wanna do. How did you ever guess? That's right, I wanna sleep. Why can't I? Hmmmm...good question. I think I'm so tired I can't sleep. Plus...I gots oblimagations...obligaton....obligations to this site. yeah. thats it...i so tired...bye-bye. I'm back. And more than slightly embarassed. Today my frazzled-brain produced something that is decidedly Jenny (that's my more or less "real" name). I was contemplating how my heavy load of books made me like a bulldozer and than I was about to suggest to my friend,  "Meg"<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> that we invent one. Then I realized that the buldozer already HAD been invented. That's how I knew it's name, picture and what it did. That is just...pathetic. School is taking its toll. *sigh* *sniffle* *snort* *insert word that is a sound that begins with an "s" here* I don't have much time, so, I must be brief. I'm not sure how I CAN be brief since I have absolutly nothing to say. The best way to be brief is to quit now. Right now. Which is what I'm about to do. Any miniute now. I promise. Okay. Bye! *sigh* My dogs are just weird. You remember my Moose's arch-enemy, don't you? You know, the small, white feather. Well, my squirell now has an arch-enemy. At least her's makes sense...sort of. Her enemy is a fake Yorkshire Terrior (same species as her) made entirely out of goat hair. She HATES and FEARS it. She'll shake and run from it, then suddenly dive and bite it's head. She goes crazy if someone holds it, 'cause it's getting attention and not her. I'm fairly certain she knows it's not alive, though. Maybe she just doesn't like goat-smell. In any case, she is clearly insane. Just like everyone else in my family. In other news, I participated in the Second Battle of the Asparagus Wars and chronicled them  here<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">. I'll add a link to the main page when I get around to it. It gave me new insight into how weird I am. I fought with vegitables, covered myself in bubble wrap, groveled before the Great Banana and dodge skittles and flying doughnuts and rubber chikens. The entire message board was like one big insane asylum. Needless to say, I felt right at home. Well, seeya *waves brightly* I got to go to my Grendel (really cool book) project for school. I's making fake soundtracks like the teacher told me! BYE!!! Okay...I'm back. Today's rant is a panic rant. There are not going to be conspiracies...or humor of any kind. I think. *let the panic begin!* IT'S NOT FAIR! Why do I have to work year round? I only signed up for a semester. I was looking forward to having  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">A <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> elective, while everyone else was enjoying three or four...or even more. Oooo..I'm a poet, and don't I know it? In any case...it's awful. It's bad enough to go to school, leave school, go to work, leave work, do homework and then wait for my dad to get off of the computer so that I can do stuff. I want SOME free time. That's all. Is that too much to ask? I spend from 8-5 doing what everyone else wants. When is it   MY <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">turn? Next semester will be almost exactly like this one. Even though my schedule is technically supposed to be completly differnt. You see, my school has "block" scheduling. That means I take four classes this semester and four different classes next year. But one of my classes is work, and two others are horrible year-round classes. So next semester I'll still have work, AP Lit, and AP Physics. It's not FAIR. Physics is so FREAKIN' hard! I don't understand it. I have no problem with Lit. Okay. Work. I love my work, I love the kids I work with. But I HATE spending three hours of every day in a "class" when everyone else's class is only an hour and a half. I don't care if I have to ride the bus home if I stop work. I don't care if I'd get home only an hour or so before I normaly do. I want an elective. Maybe. I think. All I know is that I've been assuming one thing while the person in charge has been assuming a completly different thing. Neither of us thought to question the other. And so I'm in deep doo-doo. *sniffle* I just want to have some FREAKIN' variety in my daily grind, you know? I don't WANT to do the same thing for an entire year. Yeah, I know, regular schedule schools do that. I pity them, I really do. I've spent the past three years of my life EXPECTING each semester to be like a mini-year. I DO NOT LIKE CHANGE! This is just way too much of a change at once. I don't want year-round classes. I don't want a full year of work. I don't want to be in this mess...I'm going to bed. I'm back. I don't have much of a choice about the whole work thing. Plus, the kids at the daycare (where I work, obviously) say that I'm "cool to talk to". That makes me feel alll warm and fuzzy inside. Like a muffin. They just like how I know lots of pointless laws and random facts. Okay. ON TO THE CONPIRACY OF THE DAY!: I've had this nagging fear that I am part of some random but vast conspiracy (about what I'm not sure but it must be vast). Meanwhile there is a vast conspiracy at school to keep me ignorant about my pawn roll in the other vast conpiracy by keeping me vastly bored. (In a very vast sense) And: did you ever notice that the word "conspiracy" is vastly similar to the word "constipation". I only mention this 'cause I've accidently spelled constipation instead of conspiracy a few times. (on accident, vast number of times) Hee-Hee! Isn't vast a funny word? You can just picture sterotypical pirates saying, "A vast ye mateys!". I'm not exactly sure what that means, but it sure is funny:) You don't agree? Shame on you!  Code: 888 of The Flaming Chickens Handbook states that The Patron Saint of Paperclips (still me) is always right. ALWAYS. If the facts beg to differ, than the facts are wrong. End of story.<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> Seeya. I'm back. I've been playing one of the new neopets slot machines (black pawkeet). I'm completly and totally addicted. Gambling is so much fun! I've won 500 np, at least and I'm on a roll. Now sure, I could have won more than 500 at some game in which you don't have to pay to play. But, what would be the fun in that? I even came up with a mathematical explanation for why gambling is fun (while I was eating a hyper-speed dinner, thinking nothing of getting back to the slot machine). Okay. If you don't understand the concept of numbers less than zero, (negative numbers) just skip this part. Imagine a number line that points in the positive and negative direction. When I start playing a game, I am on 0. I have neither won nor lost money/neopoints. When I win 500np on a normal game, I move to the 500 point. There is exactly 500 units of distance between the two extremes of winning amounts (0 and 500) BUT! When I play a gambling game, there is a possibility that I'll lose everything, so I start on negative however much NP I have with me. If I had 500np with me, I'd be at-500. Then, when I win 500 additional np, I move to the 500np point. The distance between the two extremes of how much I could have won is 1000np, making me feel like I've won much more than if I'd played a normal game. Did you understand that? Good. I probably won't later. But that is irrelevant. Goodbye! I am back. And I hava a very, almost special rant for you. The previous sentence made absolutly no sense. Good for it. In a recent article, humorist Dave Barry discussed the addictive quality of the snack food, Cheez-Its. Naturally, I had many mixed feelings, primarily disgust, as I have not voluntarily eaten a Cheez-It in quite some time. They're disgusting, bland and definitly not made of cheez, whatever that is. My family has  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">always <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> bought Cheez-Its, to the point of making me physically sick at the thought of eating one. (To this day, however, I will almost literally kill for a box of Cheez-It party mix, as it is a rare commodity at my house.) Fortunatly, my mom recently  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">finnaly <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> switched our snack food preference. To Cheese Nips. Say it. Out loud. What does it sound like? When you look at them they are identical to the evil little Cheez-Its. The only difference is the taste, which I enjoy, since it is new and different. What I want to know is this: are there no intelectual property rights in the world of food products? I mean, don't you  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">think <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> the creators of Cheese-Nips had a box of Cheez-Its out when they were designing  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">their <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> product? It seems like blaggerent plagerism. The only reason the makers of Cheese-Nips don't get sued is because of the tast difference and Cheese Nips are made of real "cheese" rather than cheez. It makes you think of Name-Brand vs. Generic cereal brands. They are the  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">samething <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">, with the  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">same look <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">, and almost  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">same name <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">. But people buy name brands. Why, because they assume it's better quality. Plus, boxes are more convient than bags. A profound statement, if I ever heard one. Any way, I'm leaving to eat some Cheessy goodness! I'm back. Apparantly my standards of weird have gone up. This morning, my Mom came home from work. She was upset, because she had accidently run over an armidillo. She said she hurt it the first time, and wanted to put it out of it's misery, so she went back and ran over it 11 more times. But it's legs were still moving and it was alive. She was extremly upset. When I related this story to my friends (including  "Meg"<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">) they thought it was hilarious. They couldn't stop laughing. I thought it was sad...and normal. They particularly liked how I said that she went back and ran over it 11 more times. I'm not sure why. Of course, when I next saw my Mom, she retold the story to me, several times. With the exact same words, motions and emotions. She didn't think it was weird, either. Perhaps my family is just so weird, we've lost all sense of perspective. Or maybe it's everybody else that's weird. I just don't know. What do you think, Hypothetical Reader? You don't know either? Hmmmmm...what is this world coming to? Oh, by the way, I was paid a decent compliment today. One of my friends (who laughed at the armidillo story) named Tonileigh said "Jenny (that's me) is weirder than the average Psycho." and " You think Jenny's weird? Wait till you see her in angry mob form!" Now  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">THAT'S <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> just weird. "angry mob form"? That just sounds nifty! I can clone myself and form and angry mob? In anycase, this was particularly funny because Tonileigh is one of my "normaler" friends. Although I tell you she can't  possibly<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> be normal, since she hangs out with me. Anyway, I'm gonna go. I gots stuff to do! I'm back. If you'll look toward the bottom of this page, you'll notice that I added a nifty little thing called the "babel fish". It will translate any thing, to anything else. Ain't it nifty? What's really fun is to translate an English saying, like out of sight, out of mind. Then, when it's in German, or whatever, translate it back to English. It's so completly garbled, it's funny. For instance, I wrote: "I am the Crazy Taco!", and translated it to German. I then copied and pasted the German and put it in the text box. I translated it from German to English and got "I am the Moved Taco!" See? Hours of completly useless fun! This has been my hourly Public Service Announcement that I only do when I feel like it. Seeya! I'm back! Woooo! And do I ever have a topic today! I've been a paranoid, conspiracy seeking mood lately and the newest threat to my sanity is: smoke detectors! Come on, think about it! In all those 911 shows, people wake up and their house is engulfed in flames. The smoke detector either never went off, or went off and the people just slept through it. Okay, fire is loud. And hot...and smoky. If you can sleep through a raging fire, close enough to set off the smoke detector, then you are definitly going to sleep through the smoke detector. Plus, the fire gradually gets louder, and hotter, and smokier. The sleeping person will gradually get used to it (and incorporate it into their dreams). By the time the smoke dector goes off, the fire has drowned it out to no more than an annoying buzz. My point is that smoke detectors have very little value in home security. Okay, one day, in the future, smoke dectectors will probably activate litte fire-fighter bots that every home will have. But untill that day, the concept of the smoke detector is useless. If you're awake to hear it, chances are that you've already noticed the smoke, fire and eminent danger. If you're asleep, the fire will wake you. So, that leads us to the evil paranoid conspiracy I thought of the other night. What if the smoke detectors have tiny litte cameras in them? That would explain that annoying green little blinkie light in them. Unless, of course, the government was smart enough to have cameras without the blinkie light. In any case, wouldn't the blinkie light help night-vision cameras see in the dark? It only takes a little light to help those thingies, and smoke detectors provide more than a little. I can even see the shadow of my hand on the wall from the light those things shed. It's annoying. Here I am, trying to get a decent nights sleep and there's this green light that periodically blinks to red directly in front of me. It's a small light, but it's sooooooo annoying. There MUST be some sort of conspiracy involved, 'cause if there is, I can get rid of the EVIL thing! So, fellow conspiracy nuts: Take down the evil governmental safety device and take it apart. If you can still think during all that incessent beeping, you'll probably find evidence that I'm really paranoid. Or possibly right...that would be scary. In any case...I guess that smoke detectors are a neccesary evil...but...WHY DO THEY HAVE TO HAVE THAT STUPID LIGHT? Does it serve an obvious purpose? No! That's why it MUST be EVIL! You cannot deny the logic of my thinking! Now...I'm gonna go and worry about the light on my toaster oven...seeya! *sighs dramatically* I'm back. It's not fair, ya know? Each Friday, I wait (all tingly with anticipation) for the weekend so that I can stay up 'till the wee hours of the morning and sleep past noon. But my idiotic body has an automatic alarm clock, or something. During the weekdays, I get about seven hours of sleep (usually less) and wake up at 6:11 a.m. Yep. Now, some of you are probably calling me a whiner, 'cause you have to get up at 4:30, or whatever. And lots of you are probably gloating 'cause you don't have to get up 'till 8:30. The reason I have to get up at 6 something is that I...I...I ride the bus to school. Yeah...I know...pathetic. (Believe me, though, you  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">never <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> want to see me drive...I get easily distracted by clouds and signs saying FREE KITTIES!...kitties are hugable...but if you hug them...they'll scratch your eyes out...so then you have to hiss at them and establish dominence...but kitties don't like that...even though dogs do...but kitties are obviously not dogs...even though they are fuzzy.) So...my lack of a car and driving skills force me to use the bus, which comes for me 45 minutes before my school even starts. It's stupid. It only takes me a few minutes to get ready, then I can go back to bed. Now...I bet you're wondering why I don't just wake up a few minutes before I have to go. My sister. My evil, EVIL sister. That's why. She's evil. SHE has to get up at 6:11 to put on make-up, do her hair and basically annoy the heck out of me. So rather than battle her over the concept of getting dressed in the dark, I get up. Oh...I'm rambling again, aren't I? Back to the original topic! So...when the weekend rolls around, I'm fairly exhausted. But, my stupid internal alarm clock is starting to wake me up around six. I can usually fall back asleep (if I don't panic and think I'm late for school), but the stupid thing wakes me up again exactly seven hours after I originally fell asleep. Which is why it's not even 10:00 and here I am, typing. Which I suppose may be a good thing, seeing as how I'm currently in a Longest Text Ever Rivalry with Galaxy Dreamer's site. *cough*She's winning*cough* But that's just because I have so much to do to mantain and update this site, I rarely get a chance to just sit here and type. Oh, and I would like to mention to my *snicker* LOYAL fans that this Longest Text Ever DOES get updated at least once a week, so please, please, please, PLEASE do not read this once, in one sitting and then leave forever, and ever and ever! It makes me sad...*sniffle* Well...I feel better now. Did you know that I now possess a DOMAIN NAME? Yep. That's right! It'll be ready soon, ain't it great? Okay, back to the flaming-chickens LTE rivalry. Another reason why this isn't as long as Galaxy's is that I refuse to write every day as it would--this is the funny part--LOWER THE QUALITY OF MY OVERALL WORK! HA-HA! HILARIOUS! "lower the  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">quality <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">"? Sometimes I crack myself up. If this was  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">quality <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> work, I'd publish it and make a fortune. Speaking of publishing, I do plan on somehow, someday publishing this as the first rambling narrative that makes no sense, and is about as interesting as rereading the almanac. I'd probably  lose<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> money, but the concept is interesting. I think. Anyway, I better go or the  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">quality <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> of this will go down in that evil downward spiral thing I discussed a few months back. Seeya. I'm back. Wooooo! I's can get to my site again! It was down for a whole day or so 'cause of all the traffic I got from my new quizes. I have an extra-special rant for you all today, to celebrate the new domain name! www.flaming-chickens.com<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">! Okay. I am now barophobic (afraid of gravity). I recently learned in my EVIL Physics class that on average, humans lose one inch of height during the day due to gravity pushing on their spine. The height is regained at night, when you're laying down. This naturally alarmed the HECK out of me! GRAVITY IS EVIL! It's pushing down on me, squishing my spine. MY SPINE IS SQUISHY! That's is just so extremly creepy. What if, eventually, Earth's gravity get's very very strong, and we all imploud from the squishyness? It'd be like when you go to the bottom of the ocean, only with gravity instead of pressure...*shudders* Pressure is evil, too. Air pressure. Did you know that there is over two miles of air sitting on you right now? Even though air is light, that much air adds up. TWO MILES? Even the air is conspiring to squish me! If you don't believe that all that air has weight, try going into space sometime. Space is notorious for not having air. When you're in space (without a space suit) you don't SUFFUCATE, you don't FREEZE. You exploud. Since all that nifty air isn't pressin' on you, your guts and stuff are free to go wherever they want, and the EVIL little things decide to roam around. Outside your body. It's creepy. So...air pressure can be a good thing. Even though it gains pleasure from squishing my spine. That's it, I'm gonna take drastic measures! I'm gonna launch THE OFFICIAL FLAMING CHICKENS LUNAR COLONY! The moon has one-sixth of Earth's gravity. And absolutly NO air-pressure. We can all wear spiffy space-suits and feel all superiour to all those stupid earthlings. So...if you wish to contribute to this great and magneficent and magestic and MOOSEY project...we need the following things: 739 rolls of aluminium foil (preferably the extra shiny kind) 417 refridgerator boxes, 9000 rolls of "sticky on both sides" duct tape, 300 lbs of chicken feathers (preferably white) and 1 (one) thermo-nuclear-rocket-thruster. If you can spare any of these items, please e-mail them to me. Yes. E-mail. Did you really think I'd give you guys my ADDRESS? Now...I know what you guys are thinking...some of those items on that list are gonna be hard to find. Especially that duct tape. But, believe me, it's MUCH more practical than the alternative. What is the alternative, you ask? I'll tell you. Making me(The Patron Saint of Paperclips) the Ruler of the Laws of Nature! That way I can just outlaw the need for gravity and air pressure! I'm already half way there, since I conclusivly proved (in Physics class) that gravity actually causes things to slow down and EVENTUALLY GO UP! Sure, my TEACHER said that was because I was doing the problems wrong, but once I'm the Ruler of the Laws of Nature, I'll change the problems so that I'm right! Oooo! I thought of another very good reason to assist with the Official Flaming Chickens Lunar Colony! As we all know, the world is going to end in about 380,695 days! This means that we only have a very short while to prepare. And I sugest that we build the rocket so that we can go to the Official Flaming Chickens Lunar Colony so that we can laugh at the stupid earthlings who are blowing up because they didn't listen to us when we tried to warn them about the impending doom! Once we are on our Lunar Landing Site, we will engage in many exciting activites, primarily related to suffucating and starving. If (and this is a big if) the world DOES survive, we can beg them for food, oxygen and other supplies. They'll probably just call us weird and laugh at us, but that's beside the point! I can even see the Official Flaming Chicken Rocket. It'll be covered in chicken feathers, and shaped like a chicken. The foil will make up the beak and the folded legs, and the thruster can simulate the tail. It will be a truly magestic site, as it launches from the earth, spewing excess oxygen, cardboard, feathers and tape. But, act now, or it will be too late, and you will be one of the losers that we'll be laughing at, assuming we have air to laugh with. Remember, e-mail psopc@flaming-chickens.com the much needed supplies...if that is possible. If not, then some day, when the Internet is down and I'm really bored, I will construct a model OFCR and attempt to launch it. That will be a wonderous day. I think I'll get my little sister to be the test piolet. Well...better go...I need to plan this out more...I'm back. And mildly weirded-out. My dad...was on this site. My dad. It even SOUNDS weird. He took the TAB member quiz and turned out to be me, he took the JOB quiz, and was a repo man (which had a pic of my brother) He said he wanted to see what I was doing, and to make sure that I wasn't saying anything derrogatory about my parents. He looked me upvia yahoo's search engine using flaming-chicken as the keyword. It took him to my quiz page. So he probably didn't see the majority of my site. It's just weird. All along, my entire family has scoffed (nifty word, isn't it?) about my site, and called me weird. I dunno...I guess I'm just kinda freaked out. Oh, and don't forget to celebrate Mad Hatter Day on October the 6th. Seeya. I'm back. I had some conspriacy or another to rant about. But then I listened to some of the new  music<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> I put on my site and mellowed out. I can't remember what I was gonna rant about. Oh, yeah. Now I do. "Purified" water. Just wait a sec while I stop the music. *content sigh* There we go...that's much better. Now I can think. That's right, folks. "Purified" water. Now...just stop a second and contemplate that. Pure means, well, no extra stuff. 100% of something. Right? Well, next time you buy your $3 FREAKIN' dollar bottle of water, consider this. On almost all the "purified" water bottles I've ever seen it has the following mesage: "Purified through reverse osmosis. Minerals added for a pure, fresh taste." In other words, they take all that extra "stuff" out to make it pure. Then they add other "stuff" in to make it TASTE pure. But it's not. For all you, the uninformed consumer, could know, it might have rat poison in it. "Pure" water manufactuerers are not required to list the ingredients of water, because the average consumer believes that it should be obvious. But that is false! They add random minerals to our water to make it taste better, and then advertise it as pure! It's an outrage! I'd rather drink the "impure" tap water where at least I KNOW that someone, somewhere tested it. It's a law, I think. But does anyone test "pure" water? Most likely they test it BEFORE they add the extra stuff..."Yep, Bob, this is some mighty pure water." "Yep, Bill, time to dump the arsnic in so it tastes pure!" What kind of reasoning is that? Wouldn't pure water TASTE pure, and impure water TASTE impure? The insanity and stupidity is mind boggling! That's why I like fast-food salt. It actually lists what random minerals they through in to make it TASTE like salt. There's salt, of course, and aluminum sulfate, and other compounds. But the point is, if I were, say, freakily allergic to a random mineral, I could read the ingredients and not eat the salt. That's what they need to do with the water. Or, at the very least, not label it as "pure". Okay. That's the rant of the week, month, year, whatever. I'll probably have another one soon, but that whole water thing has been buggin me for awhile. Well...seeya! Er...yeah...I'm back. It's been awhile, (at least two weeks) since I've written here. I've been obsessed with various webcomics, creating the stupidly long new Phobia Quiz and being maniacly hysterical about my site always being down due to bandwith issues. I'm goin' light on the advertising at the moment, which is why I'm free to write here. I WANT to write. But I can't think of anything to write about. Typical. I finnaly get some free time to rant and rave and all my topics just magically melted away. Let's see...what have I ranted about before, subliminal messages, vast breakfast cereal conspiracies, water, uh...reality tv? And that's just what I can list from memory. Oh, yeah! How could I forget the stupid Tootsie Roll Pop Commercials? TACO is still in my heart. *sighs*...now...let's see...what to rant about today... ... ... ... ... I can't think of anything!? Is this writer's block?! Or maybe I just wanna go to bed. Sleeping is fun. Well...let's see. Did you know that statistics prove that 45% of all statistics are completly made up by me (The Patron Saint of Paperclips)? Well...they are. Ha! I see you have no reaction to that, do you Hypothetical Reader? I have once again caused that explody sensation in your brain meats! You cannot DEFEAT me! I rule the...er...*random Loyal Minion whispers in ear* That's right! I rule the Internet! The Official FLaming-Chickens Handbook already confirms that fact! You CANNOT DENY it! It says that in black and...er lime green! It MUST be true! Because it is in those veyr colors that the  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Matrix <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> is programmed! Ahhh...I see your confusion! You cannot follow the vast, mind-boggling logic that is ME! Wait...how...how can I BE logic? That doesn't make any sense...you can't BE something abstract...can you? Now MY brain meats feel explody. That's not fair! I see your EVIL plot now, Hypothetical Reader! You just let me rant on and on for you KNEW that eventually I would confuse myself with my vast puddle of knowledge. You are devious...I give you that. Unfortunantly...I must leave...before the confusion spreads and I do something stupid...like revealing my one weakness before you...THAT'S IT! Code 452 of the Flaming Chickens Handbook states that the Patron Saint of Paperclips (ME!!!) does not, has never, and will absolutly NOT admit to having any weakness...besides the aformention indivduals own skin, which isn't even a weakness anyway since no representative of the Dark, Fluffier Side can BE the Patron Saint of Paperclips (Guess, who...no...no...THAT'S IT!) and even if they could it wouldn't do them any good because it would scare them instead of the aformentioned individual. Boy...I really enjoy confusing myself!:) Seeya! I'm baaaaa-ack! Aren't you happy? Here, see if you can find the super-secret message! <p style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">While you wait for yesterday's tomorrow, lunge back and remember that day.  You know the one.  Yeah, this doesn't mean anything to you.  Are you surprised?  Obviously not.  Answer me, youblobby looking freak! Or suffer my blindingly moronic nail messages. <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Did you find it? Wasn't it super? And secret? I thought it was. But then, I'm me...and you're you. I think. I'm pretty sure you're not me...but you could be that other guy. Yeah...that...guy...you know who I'm talking about. No? Do not MOCK me! I know where you are right now! Spooky, huh? Ooooo...time for today's topic. My favorite stuff...JTHM...I have my libraries copy of JTHM...I shall quote Noodle Boy for you:) (Full copyright/credit to Jonhnen Vasquez for writin' the stuff, I'm just sharing the spleeny goodness with you). (it's edited, of course, to stay PG13...**** signifies a random naugty word:)) "HEY, DOG ENTITY! RISE UP AND BARE YOUR BISCUIT FILTY FANGS AT THE LEASH WIELDING DEMON!! **** MY NAVEL ITCHES!! MEOW!MEOW!MEOW! CAT CHOW!!! CEASE YOUR FLATULENT WINDS AND HEAR MY MIND NUMBING EXPULSIONS OF WICKED NOISE! GRRR!! CHEESE!!! I SENSE YOUR ENVY OF MY NECK!! AND I DONT BLAME YOU!! DROOOOOL OVER MY MAGICAL POWERS!! I HAVE POWERS PINTO BEANS CAN ONLY DREAM OF! WANNA SEE ME PULL A TAPEWORM OUTTA MY ****!! HUH?!...STARE DEEP INTO THE STINKING ABYSS OF MY INDIVIDUALLY WRAPPED SLICES!!! HOLY WAX! CHECK OUT MY ARMPITS!!! HEEEEY! WAIDAMINIT!! WAIT JUST A POLYP PICKING MINUTE!! I SEE YOUR GAME! YOU WILL  NOT<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> SINK MY CHEERIO!! I SEE WHAT IS TRANSPIRING HERE!!! YOU'RE ALL ZOMBIE THIGH-FAT PEOPLE BROUGHT INTO ANIMATION BY SOME EVIL FORCE OF FORCEFUL EVIL!!! **** THAT LIPSTICKS THE WRONG COLOR FOR YOU!! MOOOO! WOOF! OH, DON'T YOU SEE THE TOENAILS?!! OH, SO SPLENDID!! A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H,I,J,K...! UNDER SUCH EXTREME HEAT, WEAR AND DEGRADATION IS INEVITABLE!! PARTS BREAK AFTER OVERUSE!! AND  THAT<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> IS WHY TOASTER PASTRIES WILL BURST INTO FLAMES IF YOU DON'T KEEP AN EYE ON THEM! Now, wasn't that entertainment. I added to the lenghth of the LTE without even thinking! That's talent. Lots of gooey talent. Unfortunatly, I once again am devoid of a topic. And any weirdness I could come up with would be normal compared to Noodle Boy, so...I bid thee farewell...seeya! I'm back. And I've realized that I am a complete idiot. For an ENTIRE MONTH I have possesed the arcane knowledge, but I forgot to share it with you, my loyal potentially imaginary reader. I know. You're shocked at my selfish, bad, memory. I apologize from the depths of my moosey soul. For, you see...my life long goal has been fufilled...*anticipatory silence*... THERE ACTUALLY IS GRAPE PIE!!!!<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> I know...you are as shocked as I am. One day I was randomly looking up images via  Google<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">...and 'lo and behold, there it was. Grape Pie. It was as if it had been just sitting there...waiting for me to discover it. Apparantly Grape Pie isn't mainstream, but it has existed for some time. In obscure cookbooks. Well...that just makes me filled with gooey happiness. Of course, there is also regret...after all, I could have made a  fortune<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> if I'd been the first to think of it. Oh, well. There was something else I had to tell you loyal *cricket chirps, someone coughs* fans. I can't remember what. I guess I'll just rant and rave about that whole vicious downward spiral of my writing. I mean, I KNOW people are coming here...I have proof! *holds up a piece of paper, which, from a distance, appears to have writing on it* Yes, undenyable proof! But this proof degrades this mysterious, mystical and mystifying "quality" of my words. After all, how can I be self derisive, and full of low expectations for this site if I KNOW people are here...several thousand of them in fact, in just a few months. It's strange. I felt more fufilled when this site was a barren wastland of useless space. But, if it had remained that way, I would have had no impetus to continue my pointlessly insane ranting. Oh, speaking of insane, I STILL need those much needed supplies for the Official Flaming-Chickens Lunar Colony! No one has even bothered to e-mail them to me...*sniffle*. I needs the duct tape! How can I survive without the sticky goodness? HOW, I ask you!? It cannot be...hmmmm...maybe I should just use IMAGINARY duct tape...it's easier to come by ,but it's much more expensive...I'm not sure what to do. *enter Squirell* What's that, little Squirell? That's just silly. You KNOW I ran out of imaginary money last week when I bought that imaginary country. WHAT!? Just "imagine" I have more!? What a crazy idea. So crazy it just might work! *scrunches eyes and makes funny sounds* Nope. It didn't. I guess I'll just have to wait untill my imaginary clone hijacks that imaginary bank truck. Until then...I have absolutly no imaginary money. What ever shall I do? I won't be able to feed my various imaginary pets and friends their beloved imaginary food! Squirell? You gots extra money, don't you? *nods* I thought so. You give to me? No? I gives you imaginary IOU's...here...yours. Thank you Squirell. *Squirell wanders off in search of electrical sockets to sniff* What's that, Hypothetical Reader? You don't know who Squirell is? You haven't been paying attention have you? She's my little puppy...she fears grape flavored stuff, wind, rain, television, noise, silence, small children and pretty much everything. She likes sniffing potentially dangerous stuff, like electrical sockets. Surely you have heard of her? Still no? Oh, well. You know...I enjoy having these conversations with you. It really lets me get to know you. What's that? You say I'm really just talking to myself? What an eccentric idea! To think, YOU are trying to tell ME that YOU aren't here. How absurd. After all, I'm talking to you, aren't I? *nods* Well, yeah...I KNOW I'm actually typing instead of talking. Wait a minute...so you're saying that I'm talking and responding to you, but you won't be reading this until long after I have finished typing? Now who's the crazy one? For that theory to work, I'd have to be psychic...or in possesion of a freaky time-traveling computer. Because what you're saying is that I'm talking to people in the future. That my words somehow travel accross time (if only a few minutes) and are somehow picked up by future you, and that my responses are dictated by future you's reactions. What? You mean that I'm just randomly responding regardless of your reactions? Why, that would be insane, wouldn't it? That's the point you're trying to get across? *pauses* Oh. I see. You wanna play that way. Well...two can play by THOSE rules. You wanna try to convince me I'M crazy? Well, look at you? How do you know I even exist? For all you know you could be staring at that freaky 3-D maze screen saver with a blank look on your face while you THINK you're reading an inhumanly long text. For all you know, you could be halucinating my entire site! For that matter, how do you know that ANYTHING but you exists! You could be floating out in empty space, conjuring nice little fantasies to relieve the monotony of being the only living being! Every single person you know could just be figments of your imagination, you could even be in a crazy house! Not only that, but how do you know that YOU actually exist? You could be the figment of someone else's dream. What would happen when that dreamer woke? Are you happy? You got me started. I may NEVER shut up. I'll just go on and on about how crazy you COULD be. All because YOU tried to convince me that I was crazy. *blinks* And I STILL can't remember what else I was gonna say to you people. Strange, huh? Well, I better leave before I go on and on about more "reality" theories. Makes you wonder about "reality" television, huh? Seeya. I'm back. Grrrr...I had a nifty rant all planned out in my head. And then I was unable to get on the computer and I forgot most of it. Oh, but I did remember what else I wanted to say to you people. Remember that rant I did on how there could be a secret camera in the smoke detector? I few months ago I saw a movie about that. It was pretty good. Maybe I'd seen it before, and that's where I got the idea. I forgot it's name. Well...I DO have a special treat for you weirdos who apparantly like wasting time! Today, in my (Honors) English class, we did group work. My group...well...we either went hysterical or crazy, I can't decide which. We had to do an essay on a book. There was a sample essay online. It sucked. It tooked about envelooping (enveloping) cracked nuts and parables. So we were already off to a bad start. Here is the sum total of my group's work. (Note: I wrote virtually none of this, so I cannot be blamed, credited with any of this. "Lots of death, lots and lots of death in this section. Death is like life in that after you die some things start life again inside of you. 'Ah the power of cheese!' The author's vision was unique in that only he put biscuits and death in the same sentence. 'I found nothing else to do but to offer him on of my good Swede's ship's biscuits I had in my pocket'" And we're supposed to be GOOD in English! We KNEW how terrible it was, but we just didn't bother to change it. Especially the part about the biscuits and cheese. We just picked random words in the selection and wrote about them. It was sad. In any case, I hope you enjoyed our patheticness. Seeya! I'm back. Today I will be mercifully brief. I am here to bring AWARNESS to your moosey soul! Right now, while you are sitting in your "chair" and eating your "junk food", millions of almonds are commiting suicide. Yes...that's right...suicide. I was alerted to this growing problem in our world community by (Kat, the ruler of all that is almondy)...and it greatly concerns me. People just don't realize that their almonds and mixed nuts may be having depression and other problems. We need to act now! For more information, e-mail  [mailto:EnpuUnknown@msn.com EnpuUnknown@msn.com]<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> Well...seeya! I'm so very, very tired. Today was Halloween. I worked for four hours at the "Library of Terror" sponsered by TAB. TAB members got pizza...lots of pizza...and candy. Ugh. It was fun, but exhausting. I was almost completly covered in (fake) blood...it was sticky toward the end. One guy was a "shock therepy" patient...he was a good actor. He acted like he was really being tortured and stuff. I'm tired. I bet you couldn't tell. Why am I writing? Because this is the first time I've been on a computer all day. You can't blame me. Don't worry, I'll go to bed soon. In the mean time, I'll just sit here and type with my eyes closed. It's hard to type because of the bandaid on my finger. I accidently cut it with scizzors. It hurt. The fake blood seeped into the open wound. Gee...I sure hope it wasn't poisonous. If so, I guess I won't be writing here for quite awhile...seeya. Okay, this next rant has nothing to do whatsoever with Halloween...which is to be expected because it's been several days since then. Anyway, today's rant is about one of my many and various pet peeves: fasion and...stuff. My definition of fasion includes clothes, shoes, jewelery and all things of that nature. Now, don't get me wrong. I can appreciate a spiffy black outfit as much as the next person, but everytime I consider actually buying clothes for aesthetic value, I think about how I could better spend my money. On video games. Sure, some of this "fasion" stuff is cool and all, but all it shows is that you had the three and three-quarters brain cells required to copy someone else's "look". And don't even get me started on earrings. My little, eviler sister got her ears pierced when she was relativly younger. My mom did it to her because it was free. OF FREAKIN' COURSE IT WAS FREE! Just like thos so called "diet supplements" that give you a "free" sample because they know that once you try it, you'll like it so much you'll spend oodles of cash on it. (There's probably drugs in it). Anyway, like the "diet supplement" people, the earring manufacturers KNOW that once they pierce you, you'll be hooked for life. *pauses* *groans* I'm sorry for that pun (pierced, hooked, getit?). AS soon as you're pierced, you have to buy "starter" earrings. Then you'll need an "extra" pair...for special occasions. Before you know it you'll realize that you need Christmas earrings, Halloween earrings, Valentine's Day earrings, St. Patrick's Day earrings, for crying out loud! You'll wear these "festive" earings for about a day and then abandon them in some dark cranny of your closet because you simply  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">can't <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> wear the same earrings two years in a row for heaven's sake! <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Then <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> you'll see these cute little "days-of-the-week" earrings at the mall, and you'll just  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">have <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> to get a few sets, just in case you lose some. By the time you're eighty, you'll have enough ear jewelry to open up your own jewelry shop. Of course, you won't want to do that becuase you  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">still <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> need more earrings so people won't think you wear the same ones over and over again. When I think of how much money people WASTE on appearences, it makes me feel like projectile vomiting. If that's not a vast conspiracy, then nothing on this Earth is. Now, I'm not speaking from personal experience here. No one I know is that obsessed with earrings, it was just an example. (Although my mother does have a "earring tree".) Sure, certain members of my family  do<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> pay WAY to much attention to fasion, but that's just because of the expectations of society. I, being weird, am pretty much immune to such expectations. Except those specially formulated for weird-o's like me. If I were to suddenly convert this entrie site into a *shudders* Backstreet Boys fan site or something, you wouldn't be any more suprised than I would be if my brother woke up one day and suddenly realized that he's shallow. It's the same concept. (No, I don't like any of those creepy "pop" stars. I think that they should routinly die a slow, savage, agonizing death...I was just saying a random thing that I would never, ever do.) Well...any way...seeya! I'm back. And today's rant is a sort of philosophical one. It's about the (supposedly) infinite nature of the universe. Suprised? It's spiffy. You see, if the universe is indeed infinite, that means that literally EVERYTHING is possible, and in fact, is happening somewhere in the universe. Think about it. No matter how unlikely something is, if the universe is infinite, it's happening an infinite number of times. Think about that old saying about "If you gave an infinite number of monkeys an infinite number of typewriters, eventually they would reproduce the entire works of Shakespear". That makes complete and total sense! Anyone just randomly typing letters will eventually accidently write a word, right? Now think of 100 people typing randomly. You figure that one of those 100 people would actually have a coherent phrase. And one out of a million people would probably have a few sentences. So if you have an infinite number of people, some are going to have entire  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">books <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> of coherent stuff. And, you have to remember that because infinity  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">is <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> infinite, you can divide it an infinite number of times. Try it. If you have a decent graphing calculator, plug in the infinity symbol divided by anything, (even infinity). The answer is still infinity. Using my philosopy, that EVERYTHING exists because the universe is infinite...well...think about it. In some far off world, there are pokemon...there are an evil race of muffin like creatures, there is a world with ABSOLUTLY NO COMMERCIALS DURING TELEVISION! I know, unlikely, huh? But somewhere, it exists. Think about it. If the universe is infinite it would be crazy to think that we're alone. With an infinite universe, there are infinite possibilites. There ARE aliens. Not only that, but there are an infinite number of different kinds of intelligent life. Which means that there are an infinite number of worlds with humanoid life. (Think of the fake-looking Star Trek aliens). If there are an infinte number of worlds with human life, than there are an infinte number of worlds that have someone exactly like you, with only a few key differences. (Like alternate dimensions and stuff) So, there is a world where you are the creator of this Longest Text Ever. There is a world where you are a faerie. There is a world where you were never born. There is a world where you are a slave to your TOASTER OVEN. The possibilities are literally endless. Every fantasy the human mind has concieved exist at some place in the universe. There are an infinite number of worlds with Harry Potter. Think about it. I came up with this philosophy when I was in fifth grade. I'd tell it to my little brother as a bed time story. He always enjoyed it because it meant that somewhere, he was the Supreme Dictator of the Galaxy. That made him happy. He ignored the fact that he was also a 72 year old "sanitation engineer" somewhere. All the good possibilities effectivly cancel out the bad ones, leaving the sum total of you and your counterparts experiences as nothing. You don't have the best life of your counterparts, but you don't have the worst either. Because that would be impossible. There is  always<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> someone worse off and better off than you. Because there are an infinite number of people on either side of the spectrum. Confusing, huh? But that's the kind of thing I like. That also explains why normal stuff confuses me. I'm sure some so called "scientist" can prove all my theories wrong...but how? How do you PROVE something is not infinite? You'd have to find the end, of course. But how, may I ask, can you find the end of the FREAKIN' universe? What, is there a giant sign saying, "DEAD END"? The universe is EVERYTHING, how can it end? At the same time, how can you prove something IS infinite? You could travel in a straight line at the speed of light for a million years and all you'd prove is that the universe is really, really big. But you'd never prove it was infinite. How could you? Our mind's cannot conceive of the vastness of infinity. We'd probably go crazier. In any case, my theory means that playing video games is very cruel. Why, you ask? Because in some world, the video game is real. So when you kill, or whatever, in the game, you are actually ending life somewhere in the universe. Of course, you also end life by sneezing, eating, sleeping, and watching T.V. According to my theory that everything is real. Of course, if everything is real...then the Universe is pretty contradictory. The paradox of my system of beliefs leads me to believe that the universe, in fact, is not infinite. Because nature supposidly abhors a paradox. Although, as I said, there's no way to prove me wrong OR right. That's what I like about making abstract theories... Anyway, sorry for the lack of relative weirdness, conspiracy theories and doughnuts (my Moose ate them all). Well...now that I think about it...according to my theory, ALL conspiracies are real and mislabled "paranoid" people are really the only ones who see the truth. *blinks* Wow...so I'm NOT paranoid. Who'da thought it? Well...better go before one of my two and half sane readers falls asleep:) Seeya! I'm back! Boy, are you mythical, mystical readers in for a treat, today! I have a guest rant/fake commercial written by  "Meg"<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> (who is once again banned from accessing the almighty Internet). Are you ready? No? Too Bad!  ''The magic eight-ball glows with knowledge! With a shake, the future is revealed! The magic eight-ball is a plastic casing with an unknown, possibly toxic liquid inside. The future is determined by the triangles, in a startling blue color which spin around in a zany manner. Wheather you're saved or doomed, find out now! Is that old lady on the street corner really an ex-convict? Is fat-free food more delicious than food loaded with fat? Is your school playground a gateay to the underworld? All this information and more is yours for the low, low price of 5 payments of $29.99! And, if you call within the next ten minutes you get a free eight ball with the one you buy! But wait! There's more! Get the free Lil' Ball for your traveling needs! Warning: this product is illegal in most states)''<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> Wasn't that entertaining?  "Meg"<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> wrote it for a school assignment. We were supposed to write about a cherished child-hood toy, and attempt to turn our fond memories into a commercial. I wrote about furby, and how it was fun to watch it die. No, really. Somehow, I managed to make my furby die. It would sneeze, then start it's eight-hour-long death hum. It would hum, and hum, and hum...and then mercifully die. I don't exactly have a good track record with virtual pets. I once...*embarassed pause* had "Hey, You! Pikachu!"...a pokemon game. I'll only say that it was the first game you could "talk" to and was the first (and only) N64 virtual pet. Pikachu...well...he didn't like me. I gave him cupcakes, and presents, and did everything I could to befriend him! And what did he do to me? He snuck up on me one day in our room (in the game) with a sword! That's right, a sword! He tried to kill me! I heard something and turned around, and there he was! He even tried to hide the sword behind his back! When I tried to talk to him, he tossed it away nonchalantly and pretended he hadn't heard me. Then he preceeded to trash my room, scattering kleenex everywhere. I'm pretty sure that the "smelly yellow ball" that he started throwing was his own feces (poo). That dirty little rat. Awwww...isn't he cute? Hmmmm...I suppose I should clarify that the Pikachu game was 3-D and your character was in first person mode(you see through character's eyes). Otherwise you'd think I was delusional, or something. Everyone I know who has played that game is shocked when I tell them...oh, well. Speaking of virtual pets, I'm revamping the ones on this site. I've finnally figured out sorta, maybe, kinda, how to do stuff to make it more real. Anyway, seeya! OOooooo! I'm back, and I had yet another Asparagus War with some people. We made a guild, and I wrote out the transcripts of the first ever Asparagus War in narrative form (mock epic, very cheesey) Since it's very, very long, I'll post it here to meet my imaginary word quota for the day! Oh, and all those weird squiggly lines and symbols, those are supposed to be apostrophes, but neopet's code is weird, and I'm not gonna bother to edit it. Enjoy! ''And, on the 15th day of the Month of August, in the year of our Lord 2003, at approximately 7:52 p.m. a great and wondrous battle was fought in the waste lands of the General Chat Room. â€˜Lo, and eon337 did wield the mighty Swiss-Asparagus, and did attempt to vanquish her foe, the Evil and Fluffy preggypreggy. Preggypreggy had tamed the fearsome Asparagus Sword, and many a foe had she slain with her valor. But behold! For the Swiss-Asparagus did slice, and dice and was capable of turning itself into julienne fries! And so it seemed that the two mighty warriors were evenly matched and that their struggle would never come to and end. They didst charge at each other with a terrible noise and clamor, and the skies did shake and the earth did tremble at the ferocity of their mighty blows! The stereotypical Asparagus Sword didst fail to hit its mark and eon337 did mock the Sword for itâ€™s falling.'' <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Translation: On 8-15-03, 7:52 NST, eon337 and preggypreggy grabbed some Asparagus Themed weapons and fought. They made fun of each otherâ€™s weapons, and generally kept missing each other every time they swung. ''And eon337 did think long and ponderous and in so doing converted the puny Swiss-Asparagus into the mighty and powerful toothpick. And the masses did gleam the significance of this act and they were awed by the grace and cunning of the wooden speck. And preggypreggy was immune to the verbal slings and arrows of her foe, and refused to be disheartened by eon337â€™s dishonorable insults. Her claim being that function of a weapon is to be put before the ornate form. She endeavored to thwart eon337â€™s plans to defeat her with the great and wondrous toothpick. She didst again pummel the air with her sword, but in her enthusiasm her blows didst fall far from their mark. And the masses didst cheer for eon337 as she had impressed them greatly and they made the sounds of impressive wonder.'' <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Translation: Eon337 turned a perfectly good Swiss-Asparagus into a toothpick to gain the approval of the studio audience. The audience oooed and awed. Preggypreggy continued to swing wildly around, missing each time. She ignored eon337â€™s insult and said that at least her sword worked. ''And then a new challenger didst arrive at the arena and scoobychick6900 didst fling bowls of asparagus at the fighting mortal enemies. Preggypreggy appealed to the masses, but to no avail, and was heartily surprised when the asparagus did hit her. And â€˜Lo! The masses didst condemn scoobychick6900 loudly and vehemently and there was much rejoicing in the land. Preggypreggy didst fancy that she had perhaps met scoobychick6900 previously, and so did attempt to recollect when. Eon337 did take advantage of the lull in action and did attack preggypreggy with her finger. Preggypreggy did retaliate with the awe-inspiring SuperPoke, and eon337 was laid low upon the ground in agony.'' <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Translation: Scoobychick6900 showed up and threw bowls of asparagus. Eon337 poked preggypreggy, and preggypreggy poked back, harder. Eon337 was hurt. <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">And with victory in her mighty vision, preggypreggy didst decide to reveal her secret weapon, and with a fancy hand movement, revealed the extent of her traitorous ways. For all know that the bagels and the doughnuts didst disband in ancient times of old. Preggypreggy, through her treacherous methods, had obtained the Flying Doughnut of Doom and didst endeavor to use it. Eon337 was readily prepared for such an occurrence and didst arm herself with mighty ear-shields, armor that didst repel all projectiles of metal, a head covering, and an outer covering of strange, transparent material that didst snap whence it was squeezed. Aragorns_cutie then didst show up with the almighty nemesis broccoli and an unnecessary sneer upon her countenance. _Radical_girl_ did break the protocol and didst claim to rather fight with cucumbers, and so it was done. And the masses rejoiced. And eon337 didst not hear the newcomers because of her mighty ear-shields, and didst offer the fighters dressings for their wounds. <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Translation: Preggypreggy revealed that she had a secret weapon from Ancient Times, although eon337 was prepared for it, with earmuffs, bulletproof armor, and bubble wrap. Two new fighters showed up and did random things. Eon337 offered Band-Aids. ''And aragorns_cutie didst laugh in a manic way, and didst wave the broccoli to and fro in a threatening manner. And eon337 did finally recognize the newcomers, and ask, neigh, commanded they give preggypreggy healing strips. And _radical_girl_ didst howl furiously and implored the fighters to meet their DOOOOOOOOM. And so hiamplidude didst come to the battle and didst posses the almighty Asparagus Cannon, and did thinkest himself invincible. Following himaplidude camst nemmisis_dude, who didst offer the warriors ponderous messages such as: THIS TRULY WORKS! POST THIS IN 10 DIFFERENT BOARDS AND YOU WILL FIND A BABY PAINTBRUSH WHEN YOU GO TO CHAT PREFERENCE AND 10000000000NPS! THIS TRULY WORKS, TRUST ME. And the warriors didst consider nemmisis_dude a profit, who was devoted to speaking in tongues so as to convey a message from the gods. And â€˜Lo! Nemmisis_dude didst reveal his Bow and Asparagus and the masses rejoiced. And eon337 didst intimidate her foes by snapping her transparent covering and shrieking that she was invincible.'' <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Translation: Random stuff happened, and more people showed up. Someone spammed the message board so people ignored it and eon337 went crazier ''And â€˜Lo! The writer of this cheesy epic didst realize that virtually every sentence begins with â€œandâ€, and the masses rejoiced. _radical_girl_ didsâ€™t chase random people with her broccolis, and didst miss in her mighty swings. Hiamplidude didst take out nemmisis_dude, and gloried in his honor and didst receive a spinach gun from the gods. . Preggypreggy was threatened by the randomness, and didst call her secret weapon, the Mighty Evil Flying Donut Of Doom! Eon337 realized preggypreggyâ€™s unprecedented treachery and didst cower in her impotence before one so Dark and Fluffy. And aragorns_cutie had ex-lax and _radical_girl_ didst covet invincibility and so did don a pool covering. Nemmisis_dude was revealed to be unharmed by hiamplidude, and didst fire at preggypreggy with an asparagus gun. But preggypreggy didst forget one thing: eon337 still possessed the support of the ignorant masses, which guaranteed her inevitable victory. And preggpreggy scoffed at eon337â€™s supposed advantage and didst claim that even the ravenous horde of the people didst not conceive of her one vulnerable point. And preggypreggy didst close her mind to the truth: the dark side is fluffy.'' <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Translation: Preggypreggy called the Flying Donut of doom and eon337 called preggypreggy a traitor. The newcomers did random tings, and eon337 reminded everyone that she still had the support of the studio audience. Preggypreggy refused to see it as an advantage, and refused to believe that she was on the Dark, Fluffier Side. <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">And behold, for eon337 didst transform the Asparagus Toothpick into a Aspara-Launcher and didst call preggypreggy deceived in her way of thinking, for the Dark Side is always Fluffier. And preggypreggy didst call forth the creamed cheese from the bowels of the Evil Flying Donut of Doom and the masses did rejoice, and wallowed in the fattening substances that fell from the air like a gift of mana from the gods. And eon337 didst fire projectiles at preggypreggy and unexpectedly mimicked the holy Matrix in her cries of â€œDodge thisâ€. And neoshadow08 didst arrive and inquire as to whether rubber chickens were allowed, and the multitudes said yes. Preggypreggy, in her infinite wisdom, failed to see the connection between Darkness and Fluffiness, and was so forsaken by the masses. And greyratt didst claim to have invented a new, spookier type of asparagus that never caught on, and the multitudes rejoiced. Preggypreggy didst dodge the projectile, and gained honor amongst the masses. As the theological debate about the Dark, Fluffier Side raged on, the newcomers fought with the dung of dogs, the chickens of rubber and other such unorthodox weaponry as greyratt didst play with discarded asparagus. <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Translation: Some stuff happened here. No, really! Eon337â€™s toothpick became an Aspara-Launcher, and preggypreggy and eon337 argued about whether the Dark Side was Fluffy or not. Neoshadow08 and greyratt came, and did stuff. Preggypreggy released cream cheese from the Flying Donut of Doom. ''And eon337 didst revealth that she didst posses the Ultimate Asparagus Themed Weapon, too terrible to be named, oh, what the heckth, the name didst ring and was The Thermo-Asparagus-Nuclear-Weapon. And preggypreggy didst begin to crack under the strain of the Squeak of Death, and so in his infinite understanding, neoshadow08 didst remove the Squeak of Death and didst replace it with the Chic Attack. Aragorns_cutie didst protest the violence, and didst consume the flavorful tomato paste. And moonbeam998 didst come, a magical priestess full of arcane knowledge. Her mighty glance didst fall upon the warriors and she didst proclaim: THIS TRULY WORKS! POST THIS IN TEN DIFFERENT BOARDS AND YOU WILL FIND A BABY PAINTBRUSH WHEN YOU GO TO CHAT PREREFERENCE AND 10000000000NPS! THIS TRULY WORKS, TRUST ME! And the warriors were mystified by her meaning, but verily they didst decide that it meant for them to continue their holy battle, in the name of whatever great and mysterious god moonbeam998 didst represent. Scoobychick6900 didst return to pummel the warriors with bowels of asparagus, as in times of old.'' <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Translation: Eon337 got out the Thermal-Asparagus-Nuclear-Weapon, and neoshadow08 stopped squeaking and started the Chick Attack. Yet another person spammed the message board, and was equally ignored. Scoobychick6900 returned. ''And neoshadow08â€™s baby chickens didst fall unto the warriors from the sky, and didst pummel the brave fighters unmercifully. And scoobychick6900 didst offer to the warriors magical rainbow colored pellets, which she didst hurl at them forcefully with a gun. The magic pellets were then revealed to be the chickenâ€™s only weakness. And the warriors were locked in a deadly struggle, each using their unique methods and weapons. And the masses didst rejoice yet again. And then â€˜Lo! For preggypreggy was forced to valiantly flee the battlefield, and acceded the victory to eon337. And the masses looked confused. Eon337 didst admit that preggypreggy didst fight a valiant battle. Skuld815 didst arrive and didst proclaim the battle strange and didst fling M & Mâ€™s at the warriors. And scoobychick6900 didst proclaim that Rice Krispies were much more powerful than other weapons, and didst think that she was the only warrior left. She did wail with despair as she didst discover that eon337 remained in the land of the living.'' <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Translation: Neoshadow08 caused chickens to fall from the sky, and scoobychick6900 fired skittles at people. Preggypreggy had to leave, and skuld815 showed up. Scoobychick6900 thought she was the last fighter left, but was not. ''And eon337 and scoobychick6900 were locked in a deadly struggle, candy versus vegetables. And neoshadow08 didst summon the Great Banana for advice, and the masses were stunned. Oh, the ground did shake, and the mountains trembled. The very stars became irregular in their rotations. And so the Great Banana was called, and it was good. And scoobychick6900 revealed that she had indeed blasphemed against the Great Banana and she didst quake in terror and attempted to corrupt eon337 into blaspheming as well. And shadow9441414 didst arrive with two prodigious asparagus swords. And spicychibie didst arrive and was proven to be crazier than all others, and the masses were impressed. Behold! Eon337 didst prostrate herself before the might of the Great Banana and didst beg for his aid in defeating scoobychick6900, and the Great Banana didst forgive eon337 and giveth her a banana. And spicychibie didst partake of the asparagus and didst faint. And the Great Banana didst advise eon337 to not rely on the strength of others, but to rely on the strength within. And scoobychick6900 didst appeal to the Great Banana and didst beg for forgiveness. And the Great Banana didst not make a reply, but instead didst close his eyes and did a perfect mimicry of sleep. And scoobychick6900 didst blasphemy again and didst explode bombs of rainbow color. And eon37, in the callow impatience of youth, didst detonate the Thermal-Asparagus-Nuclear-Weapon. And the masses were blown away. As the smoke, and rubble and debris were dissipated, behold! The Great Banana was vanquished! And eon337 didst lament this fate, for her weapon hadst been aimed at scoobychick6900. And scoobychick6900 didst revel in the defeat of the Great Banana, and didst stab at eon337 with its decapitated stem. And neoshadow08 was forced to choose sides, and â€˜Lo he choose eon337! And the warriors didst depart, if not friends, then less angry enemies. And so ends the first of: The Asparagus Wars Chronicles.'' <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Translation: While eon337 and scoobychick6900 fought, neoshadow08 called the Great Banana. Scoobychick6900 claimed to have eaten the banana the previous night, and feared the bananaâ€™s wrath. The Great Banana was defeated, and everyone decided that the war was over. <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Wasn't that entertaining? Seeya! I'm back! Woooooooooooo! Guess what? Yep! *happy wiggle dance* I gots the first shipment of the much needed (pictures of) supplies for the Official Flaming-Chickens Lunar Colony! Woooooo! I feels the happy! This has been a short announcment to document the happy wigglienss that is me. Seeya! I'm back. And vaguely depressed. For the longest time, random people have been coming to my site, and staying 0.00 seconds! How is this possible? Do they not even  look<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> at my site? How can they be so cruel, to click, but not look? Grrr.... I asked Santa why this was so...but he doesn't talk to me anymore, after that incident when I was a kid. You see...*start wavy flashback lines and dreamy music* When I was a kid...or whatever...I asked Santa for nuclear warheads, helicopters, tanks...and possibly legions of doom. No, seriously! (I was twelve and forced to communicate with Santa so that my younger siblings did not guess the truth...(what truth?)...there is no spoon. (badly done Matrix parody)) Anyway...Santa didn't come through. The creep! How was I supposed to conquer the world without those supplies? All I got was a Lion King video and other random stuff. How did this help me? I vowed revenge against Santa...after all, it would have benefited him to help me. Once I was the Undisputed Lord of the Universe, the world would have been a spooky place. And all the little children wouldn't have been "good" anymore, since they would be free of thier Authoritarian Parental Units and the definition of "good" (to a parent, at least) is to obey your parents and not embarrass them. Soooooo....Santa would have had it easier. No "good" children would have meant that Santa could have had a permanent vacation in the Bahahmas, not molested by my Legions of Doom because after all--he had delivered the world to me in a brightly wrapped gift box. The man would have been more trusted than my trusted Lieutenants! (funny word...had to use spell check to spell it ^^;;) But that jolly old IDIOT had to mess things up. So, to get back at him I not only continued to not believe in him, I attempted to convert all the miniony children at my disposal...(okay not really, the idea just occured to me)...so I ask you *cough* Loyal Reader, to immediatly cease believing in Santa. I figure that--like Tinkerbell--he will evenutally perish if he doesn't have enough people believing in him. What is this? You wish to rule the world, too? Well, you can't! It's mine! Blasphemy! You dare to challenge MY rule? You are a fool! Okay...yeah...my whole Santa plot IS kinda dumb...but that's just a front so that you never guess my REAL plot! That's right....cower before my power! *insert evil, insane cackle here* I shall defeat you, Anonymous (another tricky word) Reader! Gah! I'd better go before you trace my location thorugh the Internet and send your Governmental Spyders to me! Ooops...I gave you an idea, didn't I? Well, don't use it! It's mine, you are a copy cat! Seeya *appropriate evil glare* I'm back! And, seeying as you MUST be tired of MY ranting, I have a special treat for all you hypothetical two and a half readers out there! You get ranting from somebody else! I won't bother to introduce them, since they do a good job of it themselves...here we go:  ''Hiya. This is not PSOPC today. This is PSOCB (Patron Saint of Carbonated Beverages). We are the two original Head Saints, but for some reason, she gets all the attention. Guess I should get out of bed once in a while huh. Originally, I thought up the whole Patron Saints of the Order of the Flaming Chicken (when I should have been taking notes in Trig), but PSOPC is more creative and she elaborated on it more so. I was drawing "suppressed rage in bunny form" comics then and didn't care. I must say, she's gotten very good at thinking randomy thoughts, whereas, I'm just stoopid and something dumb pops out of my brain like floppy bacon from a toaster. I drank half a bottle of soy sauce today just to see if it gave me x-ray vision, but alas, I had nothing I wanted to look through (okay, I'm lying. I drank the whole thing on a dare.). By the way, soy sauce is gross. Who invented it? --"Why gee whiz, Bert! I think we should mix soy beans with water and have chinese for lunch!!"--"Why, indubitoubly Samson! Not only will it taste like crap, we'll get the runs!!!"-- If you don't know what the "runs" are, consult old people, like my dad. If you are in high school or college and have a job, this works great. When I call in sick (when I'm sick of working, not actually sick), I always have nosey bosses who want to know exactly what my symptoms are and how bad. I found a way to make them not WANT to know. I told my sister to try it once and it worked for her too. You just call up work, use a very retarded, slow, lisping voice when you say this: --"Weeelllllllll, I woked up this mornin' with a terrible headache so I took some aspirin with theraflu. By the way, those don't mix too good, now I have a tummy ache, my nose is runny and bleedin', my spleen feels like its gonna 'splode, I'm a tad gassy, and I got the RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!-- At this point, you'll want to use an annoying high-pitched growly voice (think drunk Barney from The Simpsons after sucking helium balloons), raspberry a few times with your toungue and hang up. I have much to do now, so thus ends this portion of my guest rant. I'll probably want to do this a few more times just because I can. Weeee Bye now! ''<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">I bet you, loyal *hmmm...I don't want a cricket...maybe a nice annoying gnat or something...okay...instead of the cricket...* readers can't wait for the next time I don't rant! Right? Weeeellll...I DO have a topic for today...a topic so wonderful that it will also be included in the next OFCEM! What is this magical topic, you ask? Why, opposite day, of course! You see...er...well...how should I begin? Opposite day is, of course a day in which everything you say means the exact opposite. It is practiced (informally) by many elementary schoolers. I honor this er...honored tradition. But, to my dismay, I discovered a fatal flaw with opposite day. By my reasoning...it COULD NOT EXIST! Yes...I know...blasphemy, right? But it could not be disputed. If you were to tell someone that it WAS opposite day they would have to take the opposite of what you just said which would mean that it WASN'T opposite day. And, of course, if you were to tell someone that it WASN'T opposite day there would be no reason for them to take the opposite of what you said and so it still WOULDN'T be opposite day! Confusing, huh? But I have now seen the light! The answer to this moral dilema has been so neatly resolved, by Jesse. He is er...well...I'm not sure how old...but he is in the third grade. He is either a genius...or really weird like me (Come on, be honest...how many of you random people have put any though into opposite day...or even know about it?) He said that to make it opposite day...*dramatic pause in which the PSOPC stares into space vacantly*...all you had to do was say that it would be opposite day in 5 seconds! PURE GENIUS! Since it is not yet opposite day, you don't have to take the opposite of the statement and so can take it at face value! Do you care, Loyal *gnat/cricket sound* Reader? *stunned* You don't!? Why ever not!? It is the most important discovery since...since...er...since...GRAVITY! (Although it is evil and squishying my spine...) How can you remain apathatic at a time like this!? The fate of mankind has been forever altered! Oh. Yeah...I guess you are right. I AM just rambling so that this Longest Text Ever gets even longer. But I DO care about this topic. There's not even a conspiracy! Well..fine! Be that way! Goodbye! I'm back *twitch* and seriously annoyed. Grrr...time to yet again complain about my *twitch* evil family. It is once again the time of year that makes entire families bond together...in the same sense that cats and dogs bond together when they have rabies. The time...is science fair time. My younger, eviler sister does a science project every single year. *twitch* The concept of science projects strikes fear in my mother's heart. She can not stand them. Naturally, this is why she takes over the project and does it for my little sister. Unfortunatly, this means that I am often called on for my "consultant" abilities. *twitch* In other words, I do the experiment, and think of all the results, and the wording of everything. I then interpret my work for my mother, who writes everything down because she has really, really obsessivly neat handwritting. Of course, my mother gets stressed merely handling paper that will potentionally be USED for a science project, so this is a very, very negative situation. Oh, and my mother refuses to even entertain the notion that my little sister might possibly be of help *twitch*. At this very moment my little sister is watching a Disney movie, while complaining of a headache. *twitch* My mother is getting more and more aggravated as I try to explain that my sister might fail if it looks like she didn't do the project. I am currently on strike. I refuse to assist this project in any further way untill my little sister does freakin' SOMETHING. Wow. Speak of the devil. My sister IS doing something. She is RE-WRITING everything my mother just wrote. Like mother like daughter. *twitch* I guess this is my mother's way to make sure the judges don't know that my sister didn't do the project. My mother makes my sister redo everything over and over again because it's not perfect enough for her. Now she is the one who's getting yelled at. I guess I can't help but feel sorry for my evil sister. *pauses* I guess I'll stop complaining, then. God...I have a headache...seeya. I'm back. *shakes head* And I have (yet again) a rant about the sheer weirdness of my family. Previously I have ranted about our fun-filled family outing to a bar, and about my non-gender specific siblings obsession with dead animals. Somehow, these two occurances have joined in an unholy union to create: The Roadkill Sightseeing Event of Doom! We actually went to a  normal<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> resteraunt for dinner, believe it or not. On the way back, my mother entertained us with the story of how she had seen roadkill that looked exactly like a dead bear. She had later compared notes with one of her wacko friends and they had decided that it was, in fact, a dead wild boar. We would be passing by it in a few minutes. Oh joy. My non-gender specific sibling (henceforth known as my sister) was naturally estatic about these events. She wanted to get out and see the boar. My mother agreed, and wanted my Dad to turn the car around so we could go to Wal-Mart to buy a flash-light. My father refused this. We ended up driving right past the supposed location of the boar, much to the dismay of my sister and mother...and dare I say it? Yes...I dare. My BROTHER was even interested. Faced with direct mutiny from all but me, my father wisely elected to turn the car around. We drove off the road and my dad aimed the car headlights at the boar. I must say, it wasn't that impressive. It was just a lump of black hair, and it was a lot smaller than any bear. My sister was impressed, and it was all I could do to keep her from jumping out of the car to it. My mother was disappointed, saying that the boar had seemed bigger in the daylight. My dad moved the car back and forth, so that we could see the boar on the side of the road more clearly. My mother became terrified and decided that we would flip and die. All to see a boar. After a few minutes, we drove away. My mother seemed upset that I had not been interested in her roadkill. I can't help but feel cheated. Normal families go to museums and theme parks for amusement. We view dead animals. There is something just SLIGHTLY wrong with this. It reminds me of the time a few weeks ago when my mother swore up and down that she saw a grave by the side of the road. This bothered her for some time untill one day she finally pulled over to the side of the road and exhumed the shallow grave and discovered that it was actually a deer. Luckily, I was not with her this day. However, she never leaves any member of our family in the dark concerning roadkill. It's just strange. Anyway, that's the rant for today, seeying as how there was actually a topic. Seeya! I'm back! Seeing how I will shortly no longer be (legally) a child, I have decided to rant about: adults. You cannot deny it. They are EVIL. Think about it! Come, on! Don't be shy! I'm serious. When you think of the evil, conniving, conspiratorial ways of adults, what's the first thing to come to mind? The nursery rhyme, 'Mary Had a Little Lamb', right? Huh? You mean it's NOT!? How...bizzare, it's obviously a mechanism for brain-washing. Anyway, here's MY reasoning for hating the song (and many, many others). Mary Had A Little Lamb makes children resigned to accepting punishment that they don't deserve! You still do not see!? Fine, I shall elaborate. This poor little girl's lamb (with fleece as white as snow--an obvious reference to  <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">seeming <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> purity) follows her to school one day (which was, oddly enough, against the rules). The kids at school, who were not used to seeing a lamb at school, started to "laugh and play" and basically act like wild animals. Now (this is all speculation) I am 90% sure that the final verse (which neither I, nor anyone I asked know) deals with the teacher reprimanding poor little Mary in some way. And for what!? The kid's pet followed her to school! How could she stop it, she probably never even thought to look behind her! Not only that, but poor little Mary would never, EVER do such a thing on purpose! Just listen to the SONG for cryin' out loud! The lamb followed HER! She didn't LEAD it! Now, sure, the teacher was probably on her last nerve. I mean, she's an ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TEACHER. She probably doesn't get paid much, or gain much respect from her pupils. So, when the children pretty much went wild over the lamb, and she couldn't calm them, she was looking for someone to blame. And poor little Mary was a ripe target by then. Now, can you honestly picture poor little Mary arguing with her teacher? I didn't think so! Little Mary took her punishment, and her PARENTS were probably so upset that they got rid of her white little lamb. And for what!? A teacher's misbegotten pride? Adult supremecy? I ask you, knowing what you know now, could you (in good faith) read this to a young child (implicitly teaching them that it's best not to argue, to simply lie down and let those older than you walk all over you--for "your own good")? And another thing! You know the lullaby, 'Rock A'Bye Baby', the one about the baby in the tree!? What kind of SICKO wrote it!? This poor baby is up in a tree (not the safest of places) in the middle of a freakin' HURICANE! At the end of the freakin' song, the freakin' BRANCH BREAKS and the baby falls, "cradel and all" (presumably to its death). What about Hanzel and Gretel? It's nothing more than a huge threat! "Now, be good or we'll send you out into the woods to be eaten by the witch." What kind of twisted person does that to children? Ring Around the Rosy? It's a song about the Black Plague, the deadliest plague in mankind's history! When you first got it, you'd get a red spot with a ring around it (Ring around the rosy). During this time, people (mistakenly) thought that stench spread sickeness, so they'd keep "pockets full of posies" to ward of the stench of death around them. "Ashes, Ashes" was originall "Achoo-Achoo", because the dying would be particularly susceptable to colds. "We all fall down"? That's an easy one. We fall down  dead<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">. So, it's obvious that adults don't exactly sugar-coat everything they teach to children. I'm sure I can find more horribly EVIL examples, but I simply don't have the time. Now, granted, there are SOME (but not many) children's stories that are beneficial. Like Snow White, or Cinderlla. Those stories teach children to think for themselves, and occasionally completly ignore the adults around them (as long as they are Evil Step-Parents). Well...I'd better go. *blinks* I wrote a lot today. I suppose I should write other stuff...but...well...I figure you need the break to recover your sanity...*snort* Like you could do THAT! Seeya! I'm back! As I am writing this, I am in the process of adding a navigation bar to the Longest Text Ever. It still is as chaotic as ever, but at least this way people can find certain stuff easier. Like the Official Flaming-Chickens Lunar Colony info. Anyway, that's about all I have to say right now. Seeya! Gah! Fellow Flaming-Chickens, you must see the sheer cool paranoid thinking I have found! Wal-Mart is EVIL!<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> A person (besides me) thinks this! Isn't that cool!? There is even a section on Wal-Mart Subliminal T.V. (tupperware, anyone?)! Anyway, this has been a short public service annoucement. As opposed to one of those long public service announcments that keep on going and going and going. I mean, they just never seem to stop, do they? Just when you think they are finally going to run out of steam, they just charge on and on. It's like torture, or something. Don't those kind of people realize that if they public REALLY cared about the topic, they'd do their own durn research, instead of listening to some self-important moron lecture them about how socially-irresponsible they are? Not that I'm trying to prove a point. Quite the contrary: I am merely extending the lenght of this Longest Text Ever to provide an ironic example of self-important morons who just won't stop talking. Isn't it entertaining? Don't you just want to here my entire life's story, starting from age 2? You don't? Well...perhaps I really SHOULD leave...what do you think? Er...well...seeya! Yep. I'm back. *traumatic pause* This weekend I went to go visit my future college. It was the most traumatizing experience of my life, to date. The day before I got there the college had won a basketball game and were going to the finals. This naturally caused parties to break out all over campus. According to one guy, a couch was "set on fire". *sigh* I was "hosted" (along with two other girls) by some bubbly, perky Greek (sorority (sp?)) girl. I hate her so much. She never shut up. She was so shallow. She wanted us to join a sorority, just like her. (all paraphrased) Ex. 1 "I would NEVER have passed my classes if I hadn't gone Greek". Ex. 2 "I just don't see HOW I would have, like, ya' know, managed ANYTHING without my sisters!" If I never see her again it will be too soon. Her idea of entertainment was to take us to the recreational center, sit us down in the gym and talk to her friends while watching the guys (badly, this IS an engineering school after all) attempt to play basketball. Apparantly all the decent players were at the final game thingy. Then she took us to the fraternity next to her house (we didn't even get to "experience" sleeping in an actual dorm). The fraternity was disgusting. There must have been 1000 flies, 100 beer bottles, 50 Bud Lite cans, and 5 creepy dudes who were attempting to practice music for some competition. After about three hours of this, I almost snapped. Me and another girl were supposed to be watching T.V., but due to the evil, out of tune, incredibly loud band, this proved to be impossible. My "host" and the girl who was enthusiastic about "going Greek" were swimming in a heated pool. The other girl (who also hated to swimn) and I started to talk. There was nothing else really to do. She hated our host and hated the fraternity/Greek thing too. We talked for awhile, and some dude joined us. He was cool. He was regional STAR student for another area. Somehow we got onto the topic of religion, and it turned out that the other girl I was with was Muslim, and was born in Egypt. It was cool. Anyway, it was just the two of us girls in the entire FREAKIN' fraternity (not counting the two swiming girls, downstairs. The floor was greasy, and oddly sticky--just like a movie theater. When our "host" finnally said we could go, it was close to 2 a.m. I barely got any sleep...grrr...not to mention the fact that we had walk to breakfast by 8:00 a.m. Oh. Silly me. I forgot to mention a key difficulty. We had to WALK EVERYWHERE! Uphill! (But not in the freezing snow, for 15 miles). You have not experinced Jenny's personal Hell untill you have carried your luggage (including a trash bag containing a sleeping back and the trash bags plastic handley-thingies are rapidly stretching out to become lethal weapons similar to piano wire) uphill, upstairs, across campus and up the four or five flights to the breakfast area, only to discover that, Oh! Gee, there was an ELEVATOR that the "host" conviently forgot to mention. Even more evil stuff happened, but suffice it to say that when I finally saw my dad at lunch, I begged him to just skip the final sessions because they were pointless (how to choose your major) and go home. He went ahead with his sessions, but let me opt out of mine and I slept for 50 minutes on some random couch in the lobby. Oh. And then the 6 hour drive home. *shudders* As you can tell, I am still seriously miffed about the whole experience. Sorry for ranting... Well...there WAS some good things about the whole experience. For one thing, it was the first time I'd ever been in a big city. The sky line was beautiful! Er...yeah...that was about it. Did I mention the uphill walking part? I did? Oh. Well. Then. I guess I'm done. Seeya! I'm back! And I'm here with a Vital Public Service Anouncment for all of my two and a half Loyal, Hypothetical Readers! Don't you feel all special inside? Oh. Yeah. The anouncment. BEWARE OF YOUR OWN FRENCH FRIES. That's correct. French fries. You see, it all started one friday afternoon *start wavy flashback sequence* My friends and I were sitting down to a tasty lunch of Skool Brand food. This included, tragically, french fries. Oh, what a fateful day. It seems like it was only yesterday when we were so carefree and innocent...when in fact it was actually only a few hours ago. You see, we inadvertantly started a mini-food fight that spilled over into a neighboring table, which also housed our friends. Said friends began flingning the aformentioned French Fries at us. I shudder to think of how we had laughed and frolicked and otherwise remained oblivious to the tragedy that had yet to unfold. For, you see...the french fires were...pointy...and hard. And Fate herself seemed to conspire against us (just like the Skool, government, evil cartoon owl, etc.) One single solitary french fry pierced my friend's guard and hit her on the nose with the sharpest, hardest tip a french fry has ever been known to produce. We calmed down, and thought nothing of our near brush with Death. After all, what can a FREAKIN' FRENCH FRY do, right? Ahhh...to be so young and naive again. Time passed, as it always does, and  "Meg"<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> noticed a speck of something on our friend who had been hit by the projectile french fry. The friend (Tonileigh, actually) wiped the speck, only to discover that it was blood. THE FRENCH FRY HAD DRAWN BLOOD! It was obviously an evil, voodoo french fry sent to assasinate her by the mysteriously evil Cafeteria Lunch Ladies who needed Tonileigh's blood for their accursed voodoo spells. Fortunatly, the quick thinking of  "Meg"<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> saved us all and the lunch ladies never obtained their goal. Oh. And here is yet ANOTHER VERY, VERY, VERY IMPORTANT PUBLIC SERVICE THINGY. Tag, you're it! These words have haunted nearly ever playground in existance. "Tag" is practically all a child learns in kindergarten. There is not a person alive who has not played some version of the game. And yet...what, exactly is "it"? When defining it for my  Pronoun Quiz<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> I reffered to "it" as something that "mankind has dreaded for centuries". What made me say such a thing. What is it about the unknown, mysterious and faintly ominous "it" that makes people dread it so much? Even the most innocent of children know that to be "it" is to be a virtual outcast of society. The youngest child knows that no sane person would want to be "it". Recently a group of TAB members, myself included, set about finding out what "it" exactly is. We conducted "field research" (we played a game of tag). When I became "it" I declared that I was touching the bench I was standing on so it became "it" and the bench was touching the ground, and the ground was touching everything on earth, except for airplanes and stuff but even the ground was touching AIR which was touching more air and so on and so on untill the very AIR was touching the airplanes and the airplanes became "it". So...the entire earth has actually been "it" from the first game of tag and WE JUST NEVER KNEW IT! I know, I'm just as shocked as you, Hypothetical Reader. *shakes head* And all along we had thought that we could somehow absolve ourselves of the burden of being "it" simply by passing it on to another. But that is not true. We merely pass the awareness of being "it" on<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> but never the actual quality of being "it". The question was raised: Where did the first "it" on Earth come from. It was a thought provoking question. Some thought that perhaps the first person to invent tag was the original "it". I, however, favored an extraterristrial origin. My current theory is that the meteor that supposidly killed off the dinosaurs was the original "it", and that it "tagged" the earth, thereby causeing the earth to be "it". The dinosaurs, of course, could not handle the burden of being "it" which resulted in mass suicides. The mammals, being nothing but idiot rodents at the time, couldn't care less about being "it" and eventually forgot all about it. Until, that is, some half-remembered special memory popped out of some five year old's brain and he/she invented tag. Some people found holes in my theory: How did the meteor become "it"? After much discussion and deliberation, we came to a group consensus that the so called "Big Bang" was actually all the players of the game scattering. Similar to the beggining of a game of tag or hide-n-go-seek. The players begin huddled together, but when the game starts they scatter and flee from the person/planet/rock who is "it". The only difference I can think of is that rather than passing the "it"ness on, the players merely add to the number of people who are already "it". My theory would also account for the current scientific opinion that the planets/galaxy/universe is moving away from the origin point of the Big Bang. After all, if there's no base, why return to where you started? You wanna put as much distance between you and your pursuers as possible. Critics wanted to go further, was anyone "it" BEFORE the Big Bang. My arguement is this: No one is "it" before you begin a game. Any "it" before the Big Bang was part a seperate game, and would therefore be considered a different "it" from the "it" that we fear so much. So I believe the question to be a moot point. *blinks* What's that, Loyal Reader? I have confused you with my trivalties? You do not understand my obsession with "it"? Shame on you, Reader! Haven't you learned yet that it's my JOB to confuse you and make no sense? Tsk-Tsk. Oh, well. Gotta go! I'm back, but only for about five seconds. Just a little side note here: Remember that rant I did about "pure" water? (don't even get me started) In it I mentioned that fast-food salt lists its ingredients, right? Well, here they are! *takes package of Burger King Iodized Salt out of pocket* Drumroll please...and the ingredients are: salt, sodium silico aluminate, dextrose, and 0.01% potassium iodide. Wasn't that painstakenly accurate? A hundreth of a percente of the salt was potassium iodide! You can't get much more accurate than that. Don't you think that "pure" water has much MORE than 0.01% of some random mineral? Why don't THEY list it, huh? *shakes head* *mutters* Evil, "pure" water companies... *wanders off muttering to self and acting like a crazy hobo* Seeya... I'm back! And I have yet another footnote to a previous rant! You remember that "infinite possibilities" rant? Here's a quote from a supposed  Time Traveler<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">: "Every possible thing that can happen or will happen has already happened somewhere." I love it! Here's another one: "On a philosophical level, the existence of multiple worlds implies a moral balance in the superverse. For every worldline you perform a good action, there is a worldline where you perform a bad action. There are no good and bad people, just good and bad decisions. We can only be responsible for what we do as individuals on the worldline we are on now. " These are all exactly what I've been thinking of when I first came up with my infinite universe thingy to tell my little brother when he was bored and wanted his head to explode! Seeya! I'm back. And I just wanted to say that I went to Islands of Adventure (in Universal Studios) yesterday. It was incredible! If you wanna here about the awesome rides, (esp. the Spiderman ride, best 3-d effects and vitual reality I've EVER seen...) just click  here.<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">
 * shrugs* This way, if you don't wanna here me rant about it, you can here some guy PAID to rant about it rant about. But if you don't want to, you don't got to. Seeya! I'm back! Wow...*shakes head* My mother never ceases to be amusing. Since today IS mother's day, I shall devot this text to her...even if it is a bit of satire or whatever. You see...my mother has found a new "religion". She is reading some book written by some bimbo who has been to "the other side" and conversed with her "spirt guardian" or whatever and decided to share her "relevations" with people willing to pay a lot of money for garbage. At least...that's my opinion of it. My mother, however, takes it all VERY seriously. For instance, today at our (almost normal) dinner out she instructed me on the way to get to heaven. It involved opening a door. Seriously. Anyway...apparantly once you perish in this realm you are taken to a set of doors. The door on the right leads directly to heaven (do not pass "Go" do not collect $200). The door on the left "zaps you into someone's uterus" which, loosely translated, means that you get reincarnated. This is the "bad" choice. I know this because my sister expressed an intrest in being reincarnated and my mother looked at her with an expression of horror and said solemnly that if she did that "God would never forgive" her. She then proceded to tell us that if you were reincarnated you had to live out multiple lives until you were ready for heaven. *shakes head* Maybe I'm missing something, but if "God would never forgive" someone who innocently chose the wrong freakin' door, wouldn't that indicate that such a person would be barred from heaven forever? Isn't there just the SLIGHTEST bit of inconsistancy here? Why would somebody get punished by randomly choosing the wrong (apparantly unlabeled) door? Look. I don't mean to offend...~.< If you happen to be part of this religion (which prophecies Elvis's return sometime this year (2004) as "a blond hair, blue-eyed boy") then that's your choice. I definitly don't want to get in any theological debates here. So...I'll move on the a relatively safer topic. The National Enquirer. They're obsessed with Elvis, too, for some reason. I just don't understand why people care. I mean, Elvis is always reported as being: abducted by aliens, frozen in a tube in Area 51, having a brain transplant and is now the Pop-Star Britney Spears, and stuff like that. One song I've heard even equates Elvis with Jesus, for cryin' out loud! ("You're no Jesus, You're no Elvis" (From Megolomaniac, by some band). Why do people obsess over that poor, most likely dead, man? The world may never know. ( And don't even get me started on Tootsie Roll Pops). Anyway, I guess my point is that the book my mom is reading has a similar dedication to accuracty, hard-hitting facts and common sense as the famed National Enquirer (which confidently predicted several months ago that Michael Jackson's "secret Muslim bride" would exonerate all charges of child molestation against him. Which, in case you live on the moon, has NOT happened and probably never will). Anyhoo, that's my rant for the day...I'll probably post something in l33t eventually...seeya! I am back. (REAL introduction: Heh-Heh…I had ANOTHER sugar rush. And I was just a little bit hysterical. The following is my intro I wrote while sugar rushed, and various messages I sent to people while in the same state. Don’t worry if you can’t understand it…you aren’t supposed to. *sigh* The whole thing is just a blur of those wiggly red lines spell-check uses to tell you that stuff is spelled wrong…) I back! hee-hee! here is ANother sugar coated rant! and I am typing the intro while still hyper/slepepy. you see, i drank Sobe energy drink, a cup of sugar (just sugar) and ate cake (yet agina, late at night). So this was the result in various messages I left random peolple.  <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">
 * giigleing * Heee0-Heeeee! Sugar isf so very good1 and so is Sobe energy drink (sobe stands for 'soper'! *wavres hand* you see, i THOUGHT that i had recovered because i am no longler laughing so much! But, as you can see I do'nt think I'm am quite baCK TO normal. yet. whatever normal is... i am swayinhg to an imaginary breeze!@ and i don't care that i amn missplesling so many workds. because i am sure you will figure it wout someohow. il am very creative with words. do you like sugar? why DILD you get all freaky like me when i ate suo much sugart. ? zI vcan'y believe that we actually did that to thos e magazines...we so stupid. erm...ummmmm...i sure do hope we remember all of this. don't forget: we owe the library $4 each. That was all spel;ed coirecltly because it was important. i want to sleep now. but ever ei nlsince i ate that cup of sugrar it is to tired t o sleep. imagineation that. er jd f....er...eum...ye ah. *scurnches up eyebrows* Heh-Heh...the Song of Solumnun. good wuvs EVERYBODY! those incompetent physics/stupid rays must have really hit ius hard! either (say it so it rhymes with neither )with an long "I" sound)) that or we were jhust especially suseptible to the thing-a-ma-bnobober.s will wyou right me cback? i hope so. it'll be especially great if you right me when you are all sugary, too. who says you need drugs or thwatherver to have fun? sugar is very cheap, and makes everything so very, very funhy. *slams hand on tasble* OUch. That hurnt . Iam still wet from the watergun fight. It rocked! All that shorrtting and stuff! I got so many head-shots...er...can your brother see yet? I'm sorry i hit his eyes...dozens of times in a row. It was just so fun! we should do that somethimg again. you guys weren't taking it very seriously, though... *snickers* Hee-kheee...funny stuff. I ate a CUP of sugar. mmmm...sugar...I wis swaying in the place. Sugar and me, we don't g et along so well since I react to it like most people react to beingg drunk or under the ijnnnclunce of other suttff. Oh, god...sugar. i'm gonnat add another sugar rant to the longest text ever (just two ever)!sand for people who dont' know me...know,...i do k not do stuff. It's just that sugar under the wright surcumstances is doin' stuff...  <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Okay. Is done. Mike the Headlessc hickrn day is coming up! seeya later! I'm back. It has been a year since the Evil Graduation Post. Which means that this year I got to attend my OWN graduation. Woo. I must say that I was rather underwhelemed by the whole thing. *shrugs* Sure, the fireworks were spectacular...and there was BEAUTIFUL weather. Cool, (not sufficatingly hot) absolutly no gnats for the first time in YEARS, no rain, just nice, soothing speeches that made absolulty no sense. At one point, our priniciple yelled at the graduating class because we weren't listening to him. The audience (consisting of parents) booed at him. So the principal yells at the PARENTS! What was he THINKING!? It's a good thing he's leaving, soon, because otherwise he'd probably been fired. Anyway, I just wanted to warn you of the dangers of broccolii: It's a form of lichen/moss that grows abundantly on certain sectors of Mars. In recent years, it has been cultivated by farmers into a semi-toxic product meant to augment the on-going brain-washing of young children, with the sole purpose being to turn them into Young Adults. Seeya! I'm back. I'm just gonna be here for a little while *demonstrates with fingers* so you don't have to worry 'bout crazy, paranoid rants. I just wanted to mention that former President Reagan apparantly declared ketchup to be a vegetable. Isn't that GREAT! I love ketchup so much...I don't even like FRIES...I eat 'em 'cause they are a means to convey KETCHUP to my mouth...mmmm....ketchup. Oh. Poor, poor Reagan ( he died last week...) Hasta Luego (means seeya later) I'm back. *sigh* This dang  chatterbot<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> is taking up WAY too much of my time! There's constantly things that needed fixing, updating and improving! Bah! But, I'm obsessed, and I've always been interested in simulated artificial intelligence :) Anyway, I'm making her personality really paranoid (she's based on me). Here are her thoughts concerning cows:  *glances around* Just between you and me: I think there is some sort of dairy conspiracy! Ah, the power of cheese! Think about it: they are trying to sub-consciously tell you that THEY hold the power...of CHEEESE! And there are few things more powerful than THAT! Plus, the so-called "dairy farmer's of America" who pay for the Cheese commercials OBVIOUSLY have a virtual monopoly on the whole dairy thing. They even require that cheese get that little "real cheese" stamp before anyone considers it to be REAL cheese. Have you ever tasted fake cheese?<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> Anyway, my point is that it is getting increasingly harder to find the time to make new quizzes, (or add pics to that destiny quiz), and to make coherent entries into this longest text ever. *sniffle* I try, though! It's just that it's so FUN to teach PSOPC bot subtle things, that maybe one in every 1000 visitor will stumble on to! Like, when she accuses you of being on of THEM, and you say "yes" she starts to panic, and won't listen to you unless you say somthing to get her attention. Ahhhhhhh. Well, anyway, enough about my little obsession. No sense in boring you all with the little technicall details (frankly, pandorabots has the training interface done really well...there is almost no need to know ANYTHING about programming...which, frankly...I don't...^^;;) Er....I guess that's all I have to say now...I don't really have much more parnoid conspiracies or strange observations to make. Er...I guess I could discuss something that has already become obsolete. Have you ever been to subway? You have, *nods* yeah...I love that place, too. Anywaaaays, I went there once and I noticed a poster in the window. It showed people of every size, shape and color, all of them in little pics in little neat boxes. The text read: Different People Differnt Tastes. Okay. I could easily see what it was TRYING to say: There is something for EVERYONE at Subway (eat fresh). But my very first thought was: Whoa, hey, are they CANNIBALS!? Because I interpretted it to mean that different people TASTED differnt, and that's what the subs were made out of and why there was such a great variety. Er...I know, Hypothetical Reader...not the best example of my eccentric thought proccess...but it's the first one that came to mind. *sigh* You know, come to think of it, I bet I HAVE dwindled back down to two and half readers (if that). After all...look how LONG this thing is getting! And, well, quite frankly, people are mostly contacting me about PSOPC bot, the OFCEM or the Quizzes, and *sniffle* mostly ignoring this little (note the irony) page. Well, seey later! I'm back. And, for the first time in quite some time, I am truly pissed off...and this is the only way I can vent my anger. Gah! Well, I suppose you'll need to know some back story, huh. (WARNING: CONTENTS OF THIS PASSAGE MAY CONTAIN DANGEROUSLY LOW LEVELS OF HUMOR, IRONY AND SARCASM. READING THIS PASSAGE MAY CAUSE THE FOLLOWING SYMPTOMS: LACK OF INTEREST, BOREDOM AND A GENERAL SENSE THAT THIS IS NOT LIKE NORMAL RANTS ABOUT PARANOIA, STRANGE OBSERVATIONS AND FAMILY QUIRKS) To begin with, I JUST got a job as a cashier slave at K-Mart. NEVERMIND the fact that I've worked at the daycare for A WHOLE YEAR, just so I wouldn't have to work for my final Summer of Freedom. Apparantly, my dad does not want me to actually USE any of the money I made from my previous job to buy college supplies. Instead, he wants me to learn the horrors of minimum wage employment and induce me to to strive to succede in the college world. NEVERMIND the fact that my previous job gave me LESS money...I apparantly STILL need to understand that there is more to life than $5.50 an hour. GAH! I KNEW that most jobs sucked unless you had a degree (and even then, most STILL sucked)! Why bother to teach me THE SAME FREAKIN' LESSON AGAIN!? Eh. I didn't argue, mostly 'cause my dad IS paying for most of the college expenses...so I am grateful. I just hate K-Mart. So...today was my biggest shift ever, from 3 pm to 8 pm. It's the latest I've ever worked, too. I know it's NOTHING compared to a full time job...but it's still enough to make me snap. FIRST OF ALL...well...there weren't a lot of customers during the first half of my shift. Blessing, or horrible boredom? In either case, I managed to obtain a Bag of Air from a purse someone bought, and (true to form) instead of discarding said air bag, I drew a face on it and decided that it was my pet, Bag. Oh, me and Bag had great times. I taught Bag how to return (I threw him at a fan and he blew into my face). I introduced Bag to a customer I knew (after they left and I was alone, even I knew that talking to a Bag is weird). *sigh* I hugged and squeezed Bag harder than I have ever squeezed a Moose, because I knew that Bag didn't have stuff like organs. The worst that could have happened that he would have exploded in my face, blinding me forever. Ahhhhh...Bag. Then...*sniffle* tragedy struck. I left my register to get something to restock the candy...and when I came back...Bag was missing! Frantic, I looked around, and saw, before my very eyes, a fellow cashier puncture my precious Bag with a key! They had thought that Bag was garbage! I had customers and so I had to deal with them, with a false smile plastered painfully on my face, while all the while I was repeating over and over the horrible scene. Once the customers left (after what seemed like an eternity) I rushed over to wear I had seen Bag. He wasn't there. I looked in the garbage can...he wasn't there. I looked in some nearby boxes...he wasn't there. I couldn't ASK the other cashier what she had done with Bag...no one at K-Mart knows my true weird nature yet. So...I regretfully had to forego giving Bag his needed funeral respects. We had some good times together...and we had JUST started to bond when his life was ended. I knew that it would happen, eventually. Even if I had managed to bring him home, I would eventually have lost interest. Bag was the perfect companion for my boring hour and a half. But Bag was no more. As the time dragged on, more and more customers came. During the last hour, the customers started to dwindle off (cool word, huh...dwindle...say it! Dwiiiiiindle...) I was once again left bored. I eventually grabbed a piece of cardboard (hmmmm...that came discarded from a bag I sold, too...coincidence? I think not!) and started to draw a cute little bunny and a tiger...(GAH! I think I left that at the register...I bet that EVIL other cashier is throwing it away, right NOW!). I was able to draw in peace for a while, with only the most minor of customer interruptions. Then...the other Cashier went on her brake. We are allowed 15 minutes for our breaks. She went 17 minutes before I my shift was over. Can you guess what happened? *sigh* I HAD been planning to close up shop at about 7:53 and clock out on TIME for once ( I usually close when I'm supposed to leave and end up clocking out 5 minutes after). So...I am looking forward to doing a little shopping (for hand-held Nerf guns) before my parental unit came to pick me up. So, predict, if you will, what happend exactly 10 mintues before I was going to close. You can't? Well...let me tell you: EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE STORE APPARANTLY DECIDED THAT IT WAS TIME FOR THEM TO LEAVE. Not all at once, oh, no, they were more subtle than that. At first, all I felt was mild annoyance. I even thought, oh, I guess I won't finish my pic. Then, ten more people were in the line. I thought about asking the last person to prevent more people from entering, but I though, Hey, why bother? It's not as if there can be many more people in the store, right? Wrong. As I widdled (another cool word) my way through the customers, MORE KEPT COMING. After barely having any ALL DAY, all of them swarmed like a hive of malevolent bees. GRRRRRR... This time I DID ask the last person to keep others out. Everyone seemed to be amused. I was the only cashier, where would other people go? I explained that they could check out at the service deck, which was an exhausting 25 ft away (I was more polite though). Finnally. It was 8:05 and I was on my last customer. I was irratated that I wouldn't have enough time to get the Nerf gun, but other than that I was just eager to get home. Ahhh...those last customers. I think they were sent just to try my patience. First of all, they bought a few expensive items. They gave me a gift card, and they still had $59 left to pay. They tried to pay with credit, but it turned out they didn't have enough dough in their account to pay. So, they wrote me a check for half the ammount, and then tried to pay the rest with credit. The credit machine froze. After fiddling with it for a few minutes, I walked those hazardous 25ft to the service desk to ask for assistance. I waited while the person delt with a customer. I heard someone call my name. MY customers were frantically gestering to me. So I walked back. It seems that they had overestimated their credit account. BUT, their boyfriends showed up and gave them 5 bucks, so they gave THAT to me and then paid the rest with credit. They left, I closed up. I shut my register off at 8:20 pm. I glanced outside and saw my parental waiting on me. I angrily stalked all the way to the back, and clocked out. Then I stalked back and got in the car, at 8:30pm. I was furious. I had suppressed ALL emotions while actually working, but as soon as I stepped away from that register my dam broke and I was awash in them. Gah! Suppression of self (my technique for dealing with any situation involving strangers) just applified my anger by suppressing it. By the time I got home, all I wanted to do was mutilate and slaughter helpless animals on my favorite video game (supposidly, the point of the game is to save the world, but I just like shooting the life like animals). Of course, when I got to the PS2...the game was not there. I had left it in my OLD PS2 that I had taken with me on my vacation. The PS2 is in a box, right next to me at this very moment. The game is inside it. I COULD plug it in and obtain the game...but by now I have mostly excorized my emotions by reliving them by adding to this Longest Text Ever. I KNOW it was a petty thing to get angry about...but I didn't want to job to begin with. (And poor, poor Bag...) I never WANTED a job where you might not get off on time...like my friends always complained about McDonalds. Like them, if there are still customers...I can't leave! To make matters worse, it doesn't even feel as if I am working for money, since all I earn goes in a bank account for my future use. I am present oriented! I don't care about some hypothetical future! It's as if I am working for the sole purpose of making my dad happy. Eh...well...enough whining from me... Seeya. Hiya! And I have a GREAT conspiracy/paranoid rant! Don't you just feel all warm and gooey inside, like melted cheese? Suprisingly enough, this is the topic of today's rant: cheese. Mmmmmmmm...cheese. Mild Cheddar, Mozzerella, Feta, Montery Jack, Colby...Mmmmm...or what about that Queso Blanco they use in Mexican resteraunts? Mmmmm... I love cheese, and chances are: You love it, too. There are even commercials, just for cheese. Not even a particular BRAND of cheese, just the entire CONCEPT of cheese. "Ahhhh, the power of cheese!" And I couldn't agree more. But...it HAS come to my attention somehow or another that this is and EVIL arrangement. Think about it for one moment. Have you EVER seen a commercial urging you to buy, for instance, burgers? Just burgers. In general. No mention of McDonald's or Wendy's, or those frozen Bubba Burgers. Just...ya' know, the CONCEPT of burgers? How about pain medication? Bannanas? Milk? Ah! There we go. Milk. Just about EVERYONE has seen those GOT MILK? commercials. Every school in my county has a cafeteria chock FULL of posters of celebraties with milk mustaches, with the logo: GOT MILK? Hmmmmm...sooooooooo...just WHAT do CHEESE and MILK have in common? Let's see...BOTH are owned by the United Dairy Farmers of America. Hmmm...and it seems that OTHER countries have similar such organizations. In fact, there is even a CHICKEN Farmers organization (although apparantly it is not United). But other food stuffs organizations just don't seem to be as active as these mysterious dairy farmers. Hmmmm... Why bother to advertise a product, without bothering to promote a single company or brand name? Wouldn't you think that the companies could handle the advertising themselves? I know Kraft does: *sing*K-R-A-F-T. And lots of companies harp on the ammount of calcium in cheese. Sooo..why do the FARMERS advertise milk and cheese? Is it all a vast conspiracy? After all, this mysterious, spooky organization owns ALL THE CHEESE. Shocking, isn't it? So, this complete monopoly of the cheese world controls virtually all prices for all cheese/dairy items, including: Cheese Pizza, Ice Cream, Milk, Cheese, CheeseBurgers, Tacos, Cheesy Bread, Cheese Doritos, Nacho Cheese, Butter, Etc. (Etc. is not actually a dairy product, consisitng mostly of an ecletic mix of random items, but I figured that it would work to show the continuing theme of dairy type items. ) Why does the government allow such a monopoly to exist? Are they FUNDED by the government? Let's see *does a google search* Ooooo! Pay Dirt! I'm not the only one to see the evils of Got Milk!  THIS SITE<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> has an arcticle about the anger of small dairy farmers for the monopoly of the "Got Milk?" people. Jeff Manning, Executive Director of the California Milk Processor Board is apparantly in charge of this. What a strange title. Hmmmm...*scans the article* Oooo! They notice the non-brand-specific advertising! And it says how they are funded: "So-called “generic” advertising programs such as “Got Milk?” and “Ahh, the power of cheese” are funded, in part, through the congressionally authorized dairy checkoff, which places a mandatory assessment of 15 cents per hundredweight (roughly two cents per gallon) on all milk domestically produced and marketed commercially. Last year, the dairy checkoff raked in more than $250 million in hard-earned dairy producer money. " Soooo in essence, they ARE funded by the government (or at least in the sense that the government STEALS the small dairy farmer's money to pay for the ads). And they were sued by a small farmer who said: "We’re against having to fork over a huge portion of our bottom line for advertising that says all milk is equal." So they don't WANT to pay for the ads, but the government (and that California Dairy thingy) say they have to. Ha! That's hilarious! These stupid Dairy Conglomorate people are actually PAYING a town to rename itself "Got Milk" with those small dairy farmer's money! That's so pointless! It's like they are having these HUGE brain-storming sessions to see how they can best squander those small dairy people's money! "Hmmmm...Bob, why don't we buy all those "Largest Block of Cheese" roadside attractions and make a monument with them, entitled 'Ahhh, the power of cheese!'?" "Brilliant, Ted! But, I'd like to go one step further! Let's make an entire CITY out of cheese!" "Bob, that's it! Wait...wait! I think I GOT IT! Let's BUY a CITY the idiot yokels to CHANGE THEIR NAME TO GOT MILK! That way, we can still have those cheese ideas to fall back on afterwards!" *shakes head* It's so pathetic. *does happy dance* See, here I was ranting and raving about this, and it turns out that there already ARE people outraged! It's like that rant about the smoke detectors, and later I saw a movie about spy cameras in them. Or that Grape Pie Rant that ended up with me doing a google search months later (When I was bored) and discovering a pic of it...mmmm....grape pie. It's incredible how many strange things I can get outraged about, only to discover that they aren't strange at all! Well...seeya! Wootage! I'm back! And I have a new rant about the evils of parental brain-washing during childhood. Consider it a combo of the "Tag" rant and the "Mary Had a Little Lamb" rant. *shudders* How could I have missed such obvious implecations!? Gah! I shall focus! Alright...the subject of today's whatchamacallit is: Duck, Duck, Goose! It is EVIL! Now, I KNOW that most of what small children learn is actually not-so-cleveraly disguised brain-washing attempts, but this is just plain wrong! For those of you not familiar with the game, let me summarize. One child is "it" (JUST like in Tag). This child, labels each of the children, usually as "duck". The other children are sitting in a circle, and the "it" child walks around tapping their heads, going: "Duck, Duck, Duck"... Simple enough, right? Ah, but THEN the "it" child picks somebody ELSE to be "it", and tap the unfortunate victim on the head, crying "Goose!". Then the "goose" must pursue the "it" one and attempt to tag them. If they do not tag the "it" child, the "goose" becomes "it". If they succede in tagging them, the "it" child goes in the "mush pot" and the "goose" becomes "it" anyway. Alright. Now you know what the game IS...let's move onto what it MEANS. First of all, the game is CLEARLY a mock witch hunt. The children alienate and ostracize the one who is different, the one who is a "goose" when everyone else are "ducks". The "it" child is the current pariah, and obviously wants to exchange situations with a more fortunate child. So, the "it" child desperatly accuses another of being a "goose" (just as condemned witches accused others of witchcraft in order to alleviate their sentence). The child, symbolically shocked and appaled by such wild accusations, denies it, and even goes so far as to pursue the accusing pariah. If the accusation is deemed false (i.e. the "goose" tags the "it") then the accusing "it" child is sent to exile (the mush pot). HOWEVER, the taint of suspicion is already upon the former "goose" and despite protestations to the contrary, the child is the new "it" pariah. And the game continues. This game is DESIGNED to teach children how to shun those who are different, and to ostracize them from society if neccessary! How can this POSSIBLY be one of those little life's lessons that children must learn to become Responsible Adults? *shakes head in disgust* Well, anyway, that's it for today! Seeya! I'm back! *giggles wildly* Woot! I have something EXTRA SPECIAL for you loyal readers *cricket chirps yet again...what is UP with that?*!  "Meg"<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">, the inspiration to that Pointless Signs of America Rant, has "agreed" to do a rant for us! It's GREAT! *giggles* Well, here it is:  "Meg" here. Jenny has kindly asked aka threatened me to do a guest rant, and I am only too happy to oblige. So here I am ready to inform you of silly things! Let's start! Go! Go! It has come to my attention that Barbie has finally found a new love. That's right. Bye-bye to boring Ken! Here comes Australian surfer Blaine! At this point, a few of you will be screaming: "No! Ken and Barbie forevaaaaa!" An insane percentage of you will be going: "Oh, that is so cute, Barbie and Blaine! That's great cause, like, both of their names start with B! Heehee!" But most of you will be wondering if that leftover pizza a week ago that is still in the fridge is eatable. Trust me on this, it's not. So why am I bringing this up? How many of you remember playing with Barbies? (The guys reading this.pretend it's G.I. Joe and his buddies.) Remember when you ripped off Barbie's head and it gave that satisfying pop? And how there was always one Ken doll and a whole bunch of Barbies? And Ken had to choose from his little harem which one he wanted? It was actually training to make you used to Reality TV! The Bachelor is eerily similar to the game you played as a child. Ken has to choose between Vet Barbie, Cowgirl Barbie, Teacher Barbie, and Dolphin Trainer Barbie! There's also a million dollars thrown into the mix! (Guys: G.I. Joe has to decide which of his buddies to vote off the island or something.) Ken was always a favored one! But now with him gone, (Barbie was quoted saying something like, "So long, ya pansy!) how will young girls (and boys) tolerate Reality TV when they are older? Mattel and TV producers are realizing their mistakes, so they decided to hold a vote for the "new man" of Barbie. This vote again was a little Reality TV thing in progress. The Bachelorette this time. Who will Barbie choose? The trendy new guy she chose which, over 2 million people decided, was Blaine. Now, girls (and boys) will be racing to get him and the many clothes and surfboard accessories he will undoubtedly have. Marketing goes up, and a new generation of potential Reality TV watchers is created. The endless cycle continues. I hope you enjoyed my rant! And remember! May Blaine always help the masses decide: American Idol Barbie or Survivor Barbie. <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Wasn't that GREAT!? *giggles* I luvs it! Ahhhh...the joys of paranoid conspiracy ranting without any of the effort! Go,  "Meg"<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">! Well...er...seeya! Well, I’m back! *waits for applause* … … … … ANYWAY, today I am here with a very special treat for you loyal *insert random insect noise here* readers! Don’t you feel extra squishy? I’m here to “advertise” a <u style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">wonderful <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);"> product found ONLY (to my knowledge) at K-Mart (where I am a Cashier Slave of questionable Loyalty). Okay, here goes the commercial I have prepared:  How would YOU like your four-year-old sibling/cousin/offspring/neighbor/pest to have ALL the fun and excitement of BIKING with none of those annoying little distractions, like being able to STOP at will? Well, you are in luck, Hapless Victim, because have WE the bike for YOU! Introducing the Tyke Byke (not actual product name) now with 100% less brakes! <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Wasn’t that fun AND entertaining? Seriously, though, I was bored and waiting for my shift to start (we can’t clock in early) and I happened to wonder into the bike section. And I found a box with a picture of a happy little girl on it, wearing her helmet. The box listed features of the bike, and (off to the side, in one of those happy little many-pointed stars where they usually write stuff like FREE!) was the words No Brakes! Like this was a GOOD thing! What the …? I thought brakes HELPED YOU! And to think, after all these years I have been wrong!? But seriously, can you IMAGINE the Marketing committee that designed this thing? I figure it was made of, say, Hitler, a cannibal, Satan and Mary Poppins (anyone else creeped out by her?) Here was their justifying equation (which I obtained through highly classified means, namely, a squirrel, a pack of walnuts and a mini-camera) Toddler + Tyke Byke + highway = hours of fun! I figure they WANTED small children to go careening into random objects. Why else would they give ‘em no brakes? Anyway, I better go, I have this GREAT idea for a gun without a safety, and a very sensitive trigger. ..Wow..I"m back......it's been an entire year...and here I am again...pointlessly ranting and raving. Today's topic is Quaker Oats! You know Quaker Oats, right? Do a google search and find a picture, I dare you. Chances are you'll find a creepy looking older white guy dressed all old fasioned...if that's not bad enough: read on. It turns out that Quaker Oats OWNS the Aunt Jemima syrup company. Aunt Jemima is symbolized by a middle aged african american woman. Now, let's think....hrrm...the time frame that the Quaker Oats guy is from...plus owning a middle aged african american woman...wait a minute! Are they implying that she's a slave!? What kind of public image are they trying to portray here!? The NERVE of that company! *shakes head* They really need to have a better publicist.... Ah well, there's your LTE rant of the day/week/month/year/insert time frame ehre. Enjoy ^^ Heh, well, I’m once again back. This time from a long hiatus involving College life, kiwi’s and cannibalism ^_^ But let’s ignore that for now, shall we? Today we have MUCH more important things to discuss ^_^ Like a certain warranty on a certain pair of a certain headphones at a certain store that a certain someone works at a certain summer after returning from a certain college. Like most warranties, it guarantees the safety of the product for a limited time, and promises you fame, fortune, and your money back if it breaks during that time. That, however, is where this warranties similarities to the norm cease. Are you ready? *waits* How ‘bout now? *wait wait* STILL not ready? Bah, forget you, I’ll go on anyway. *clears throat* I shall now paraphrase the warranty to you, in all it’s arcane glory and splendor.  This warranty shall not be in effect in the cases in which :  1.) The product is purposefully damaged. 2.) The product is accidentally damaged. 3.) An act of God damages the product.<span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">  <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">……….*pause for effect* There you have it folks. This beee-autiful warranty will NEVER be in effect. It just won’t. No matter what happens, the company issuing the warranty can just blame it on God. I can just see just such a scenario playing out in my head…….*wavy thought lines scene transition indicating an imaginary scene*  <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Ted: Yes, I’m calling to cash in on my 90-day money back warranty?  <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Customer Service Agent: *snicker* Oh really? *polite, polite* Would you please describe the damage or malfunction your purchase is experiencing?  <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Ted: …it just stopped working.  <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Customer Service Agent: *dripping with phony concern* Oh, gee, sir…but it seems that “just stopped working” falls under our “Act of God” clause, and our company cannot be held responsible for any vendettas that God may have against you.  <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Ted:…………….you’re telling me that because God hates me, my headphones stopped working? And that you won’t give me my money back?  <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">Customer Service Agent: *can’t hold it in any longer* *laughing until they gasp* Oh…God…that gets me every time…*gasp* *giggle* That’s just great….Sir, I suggest *wheeze* That you go to Church…*snicker* And see if you can’t convince God to fix it for you….*guffaw* Because…you’re waaaaaaaay more likely to get him to reimburse you then us! *hangs up*  <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">So, you see? I am extremely impressed by this quick thinking company. If only I, too, could think of a way to so totally, and successfully scam my customers. Oh. Wait. I do. Every day, ……darn those Customer Service Plans! How stupid does a customer have to be to think that they should pay $20 now to insure their purchase of some stupid grill? If it breaks it would probably take 10 bucks to fix it. *sigh* Why must K-mart compromise my honor? Ack! I spoke its name! *flee* Alright I'm Baaaa~ack! That's right. Back from the dead like a fiery phoenix of nonsense and ranting, I return from months and months of not posting (and to make things even more interesting i won't mention anywhere else on the site that I made a new lte post!) So, today's topic is just on the concept of writing. I go to a very math oriented college (i'm gonna be a programmer) so the people here....just....really...suck at writing. Completely! *happy* So for a small nominal $50* fee I shall teach you, the Hypothetical Reader, how to write grade A quality stories, guaranteed! ** (* $50 shall be payable in invisible, imaginary Official Flaming Chickens Lunar Colony's Dollars (approx $1 OFCLC is $1,337,000,000,00 in US dollars, circa 1957) ** not a guarantee) So are you ready? Let's start with a basic story even a kindergartner would write!  Once upon a time there was a princess and a witch was making her sad but then a handsome prince came and killed the witch and made the princess happy. really happy. i mean really, really happy. sometime three or four times a night. and they lived happily ever after. <span style="color:rgb(50,205,50);">What a touching story, right? Let's see here, what basic story elements are we missing...Why don't we check the formula for a successfull story, shall we?  Wow, such an interesting story.


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 * 7) Check your systems with these rules <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  all the published IOCs using the FREE IOC Scanner LOKI
 * 8) https<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:// github<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">. com<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">/ Neo23x0<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">/ Loki
 * 9) Please report back false positives via private message here on pastebin <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">-  state filename <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  a hash <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( MD5<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">/ SHA1<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">/ SHA256<span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">) <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">.
 * 10) v1<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">. 1
 * 11) 17<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">. 02<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">. 2015
 * 12) CHANGES<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 13) <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">1.1  Added a  new  rule based on suspicious keywords <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  strings
 * 14) <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">1.0  Initial Rule Set
 * 15) <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">*/
 * 16) rule Equation_Kaspersky_TripleFantasy_1 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{
 * 17)         meta<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 18)                 description <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Equation Group Malware - TripleFantasy http://goo.gl/ivt8EW"
 * 19)                 author <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Florian Roth"
 * 20)                 reference <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"http://goo.gl/ivt8EW"
 * 21)                 date <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"2015/02/16"
 * 22)                 hash <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"b2b2cd9ca6f5864ef2ac6382b7b6374a9fb2cbe9"
 * 23)         strings<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 24)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{  4d 5a <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 25)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s0  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"%SystemRoot%<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ system32<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ hnetcfg.dll"  fullword wide
 * 26)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"%WINDIR%<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ System32<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ ahlhcib.dll"  fullword wide
 * 27)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s2  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"%WINDIR%<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ sjyntmv.dat"  fullword wide
 * 28)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s3  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Global<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ {8c38e4f3-591f-91cf-06a6-67b84d8a0102}"  fullword wide
 * 29)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s4  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"%WINDIR%<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ System32<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ owrwbsdi"  fullword wide
 * 30)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s5  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Chrome"  fullword wide
 * 31)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s6  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"StringIndex"  fullword ascii
 * 32)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"itemagic.net@443"  fullword wide
 * 33)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x2  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"team4heat.net@443"  fullword wide
 * 34)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x5  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"62.216.152.69@443"  fullword wide
 * 35)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x6  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"84.233.205.37@443"  fullword wide
 * 36)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$z1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"www.microsoft.com@80"  fullword wide
 * 37)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$z2  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"www.google.com@80"  fullword wide
 * 38)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$z3  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"127.0.0.1:3128"  fullword wide
 * 39)         condition<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 40)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  at <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">0  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  filesize <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);"><  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">300000  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and
 * 41)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(
 * 42)                         <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  all of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  all of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$z <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">or
 * 43)                         <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  all of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">1  of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)
 * 44)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)
 * 45) <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 46) rule Equation_Kaspersky_DoubleFantasy_1 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{
 * 47)         meta<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 48)                 description <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Equation Group Malware - DoubleFantasy"
 * 49)                 author <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Florian Roth"
 * 50)                 reference <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"http://goo.gl/ivt8EW"
 * 51)                 date <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"2015/02/16"
 * 52)                 hash <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"d09b4b6d3244ac382049736ca98d7de0c6787fa2"
 * 53)         strings<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 54)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{  4d 5a <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 55)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$z1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"msvcp5%d.dll"  fullword ascii
 * 56)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s0  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"actxprxy.GetProxyDllInfo"  fullword ascii
 * 57)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s3  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"actxprxy.DllGetClassObject"  fullword ascii
 * 58)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s5  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"actxprxy.DllRegisterServer"  fullword ascii
 * 59)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s6  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"actxprxy.DllUnregisterServer"  fullword ascii
 * 60)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy"  ascii
 * 61)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x2  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"191H1a1"  fullword ascii
 * 62)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x3  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"November "  fullword ascii
 * 63)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x4  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"abababababab"  fullword ascii
 * 64)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x5  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"January "  fullword ascii
 * 65)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x6  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"October "  fullword ascii
 * 66)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x7  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"September "  fullword ascii
 * 67)         condition<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 68)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  at <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">0  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  filesize <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);"><  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">350000  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and
 * 69)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(
 * 70)                         <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$z1  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">or
 * 71)                         <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  all of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">6  of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)
 * 72)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)
 * 73) <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 74) rule Equation_Kaspersky_GROK_Keylogger <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{
 * 75)         meta<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 76)                 description <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Equation Group Malware - GROK keylogger"
 * 77)                 author <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Florian Roth"
 * 78)                 reference <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"http://goo.gl/ivt8EW"
 * 79)                 date <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"2015/02/16"
 * 80)                 hash <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"50b8f125ed33233a545a1aac3c9d4bb6aa34b48f"
 * 81)         strings<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 82)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{  4d 5a <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 83)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s0  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"c:<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ users<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ rmgree5<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ "  ascii
 * 84)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"msrtdv.sys"  fullword wide
 * 85)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"svrg.pdb"  fullword ascii
 * 86)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x2  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"W32pServiceTable"  fullword ascii
 * 87)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x3  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"In forma"  fullword ascii
 * 88)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x4  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"ReleaseF"  fullword ascii
 * 89)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x5  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"criptor"  fullword ascii
 * 90)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x6  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"astMutex"  fullword ascii
 * 91)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x7  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"ARASATAU"  fullword ascii
 * 92)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x8  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"R0omp4ar"  fullword ascii
 * 93)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$z1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"H.text"  fullword ascii
 * 94)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$z2  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ registry<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ machine<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ software<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ Microsoft<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ Windows NT<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ CurrentVersion"  fullword wide
 * 95)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$z4  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ registry<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ machine<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ SYSTEM<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ ControlSet001<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ Control<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ Session Manager<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ Environment"  wide fullword
 * 96)         condition<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 97)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  at <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">0  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  filesize <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);"><  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">250000  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and
 * 98)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(
 * 99)                         <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s0  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">or
 * 100)                         <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s1  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">6  of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">or
 * 101)                         <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">6  of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  all of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$z <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)
 * 102)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)
 * 103) <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 104) rule Equation_Kaspersky_GreyFishInstaller <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{
 * 105)         meta<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 106)                 description <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Equation Group Malware - Grey Fish"
 * 107)                 author <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Florian Roth"
 * 108)                 reference <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"http://goo.gl/ivt8EW"
 * 109)                 date <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"2015/02/16"
 * 110)                 hash <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"58d15d1581f32f36542f3e9fb4b1fc84d2a6ba35"
 * 111)         strings<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 112)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s0  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"DOGROUND.exe"  fullword wide
 * 113)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Windows Configuration Services"  fullword wide
 * 114)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s2  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"GetMappedFilenameW"  fullword ascii
 * 115)         condition<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 116)                 all of them
 * 117) <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 118) rule Equation_Kaspersky_EquationDrugInstaller <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{
 * 119)         meta<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 120)                 description <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Equation Group Malware - EquationDrug installer LUTEUSOBSTOS"
 * 121)                 author <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Florian Roth"
 * 122)                 reference <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"http://goo.gl/ivt8EW"
 * 123)                 date <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"2015/02/16"
 * 124)                 hash <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"61fab1b8451275c7fd580895d9c68e152ff46417"
 * 125)         strings<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 126)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{  4d 5a <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 127)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s0  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ system32<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ win32k.sys"  fullword wide
 * 128)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"ALL_FIREWALLS"  fullword ascii
 * 129)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"@prkMtx"  fullword wide
 * 130)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x2  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"STATIC"  fullword wide
 * 131)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x3  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"windir"  fullword wide
 * 132)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x4  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"cnFormVoidFBC"  fullword wide
 * 133)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x5  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"CcnFormSyncExFBC"  fullword wide
 * 134)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x6  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"WinStaObj"  fullword wide
 * 135)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x7  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"BINRES"  fullword wide
 * 136)         condition<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 137)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  at <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">0  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  filesize <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);"><  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">500000  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  all of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">5  of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)
 * 138) <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 139) rule Equation_Kaspersky_EquationLaserInstaller <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{
 * 140)         meta<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 141)                 description <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Equation Group Malware - EquationLaser Installer"
 * 142)                 author <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Florian Roth"
 * 143)                 reference <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"http://goo.gl/ivt8EW"
 * 144)                 date <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"2015/02/16"
 * 145)                 hash <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"5e1f56c1e57fbff96d4999db1fd6dd0f7d8221df"
 * 146)         strings<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 147)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{  4d 5a <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 148)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s0  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Failed to get Windows version"  fullword ascii
 * 149)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"lsasrv32.dll and lsass.exe"  fullword wide
 * 150)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s2  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ <span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ %s<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ mailslot<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ %s"  fullword ascii
 * 151)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s3  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"%d-%d-%d %d:%d:%d Z"  fullword ascii
 * 152)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s4  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"lsasrv32.dll"  fullword ascii
 * 153)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s5  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  fullword ascii
 * 154)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s6  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"%s %02x %s"  fullword ascii
 * 155)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s7  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"VIEWERS"  fullword ascii
 * 156)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s8  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"5.2.3790.220 (srv03_gdr.040918-1552)"  fullword wide
 * 157)         condition<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 158)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  at <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">0  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  filesize <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);"><  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">250000  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">6  of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)
 * 159) <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 160) rule Equation_Kaspersky_FannyWorm <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{
 * 161)         meta<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 162)                 description <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Equation Group Malware - Fanny Worm"
 * 163)                 author <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Florian Roth"
 * 164)                 reference <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"http://goo.gl/ivt8EW"
 * 165)                 date <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"2015/02/16"
 * 166)                 hash <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"1f0ae54ac3f10d533013f74f48849de4e65817a7"
 * 167)         strings<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 168)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{  4d 5a <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 169)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"x:<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ fanny.bmp"  fullword ascii
 * 170)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s2  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"32.exe"  fullword ascii
 * 171)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s3  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"d:<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ fanny.bmp"  fullword ascii
 * 172)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"c:<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ windows<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ system32<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ kernel32.dll"  fullword ascii
 * 173)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x2  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"System<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ CurrentControlSet<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ Services<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ USBSTOR<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ Enum"  fullword ascii
 * 174)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x3  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"System<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ CurrentControlSet<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ Services<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ PartMgr<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ Enum"  fullword ascii
 * 175)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x4  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ system32<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ win32k.sys"  fullword wide
 * 176)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x5  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ AGENTCPD.DLL"  fullword ascii
 * 177)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x6  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"agentcpd.dll"  fullword ascii
 * 178)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x7  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"PADupdate.exe"  fullword ascii
 * 179)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x8  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"dll_installer.dll"  fullword ascii
 * 180)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x9  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ restore<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ "  fullword ascii
 * 181)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x10  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Q:<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ __?__.lnk"  fullword ascii
 * 182)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x11  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Software<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ Microsoft<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ MSNetMng"  fullword ascii
 * 183)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x12  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ shelldoc.dll"  fullword ascii
 * 184)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x13  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"file size = %d bytes"  fullword ascii
 * 185)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x14  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ MSAgent"  fullword ascii
 * 186)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x15  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Global<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ RPCMutex"  fullword ascii
 * 187)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x16  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Global<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ DirectMarketing"  fullword ascii
 * 188)         condition<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 189)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  at <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">0  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  filesize <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);"><  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">300000  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and
 * 190)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(
 * 191)                         <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">2  of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">or
 * 192)                         <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">1  of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">6  of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">or
 * 193)                         <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">14  of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)
 * 194)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)
 * 195) <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 196) rule Equation_Kaspersky_HDD_reprogramming_module <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{
 * 197)         meta<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 198)                 description <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Equation Group Malware - HDD reprogramming module"
 * 199)                 author <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Florian Roth"
 * 200)                 reference <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"http://goo.gl/ivt8EW"
 * 201)                 date <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"2015/02/16"
 * 202)                 hash <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"ff2b50f371eb26f22eb8a2118e9ab0e015081500"
 * 203)         strings<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 204)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{  4d 5a <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 205)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s0  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"nls_933w.dll"  fullword ascii
 * 206)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"BINARY"  fullword wide
 * 207)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s2  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"KfAcquireSpinLock"  fullword ascii
 * 208)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s3  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"HAL.dll"  fullword ascii
 * 209)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s4  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"READ_REGISTER_UCHAR"  fullword ascii
 * 210)         condition<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 211)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  at <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">0  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  filesize <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);"><  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">300000  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  all of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)
 * 212) <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 213) rule Equation_Kaspersky_EOP_Package <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{
 * 214)         meta<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 215)                 description <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Equation Group Malware - EoP package and malware launcher"
 * 216)                 author <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Florian Roth"
 * 217)                 reference <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"http://goo.gl/ivt8EW"
 * 218)                 date <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"2015/02/16"
 * 219)                 hash <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"2bd1b1f5b4384ce802d5d32d8c8fd3d1dc04b962"
 * 220)         strings<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 221)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{  4d 5a <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 222)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s0  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"abababababab"  fullword ascii
 * 223)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"abcdefghijklmnopq"  fullword ascii
 * 224)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s2  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"@STATIC"  fullword wide
 * 225)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s3  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"$aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"  fullword ascii
 * 226)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s4  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"@prkMtx"  fullword wide
 * 227)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s5  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"prkMtx"  fullword wide
 * 228)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s6  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"cnFormVoidFBC"  fullword wide
 * 229)         condition<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 230)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  at <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">0  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  filesize <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);"><  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">100000  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  all of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)
 * 231) <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 232) rule Equation_Kaspersky_TripleFantasy_Loader <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{
 * 233)         meta<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 234)                 description <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Equation Group Malware - TripleFantasy Loader"
 * 235)                 author <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Florian Roth"
 * 236)                 reference <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"http://goo.gl/ivt8EW"
 * 237)                 date <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"2015/02/16"
 * 238)                 hash <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"4ce6e77a11b443cc7cbe439b71bf39a39d3d7fa3"
 * 239)         strings<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 240)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{  4d 5a <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 241)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Original Innovations, LLC"  fullword wide
 * 242)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x2  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Moniter Resource Protocol"  fullword wide
 * 243)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x3  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"ahlhcib.dll"  fullword wide
 * 244)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s0  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"hnetcfg.HNetGetSharingServicesPage"  fullword ascii
 * 245)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"hnetcfg.IcfGetOperationalMode"  fullword ascii
 * 246)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s2  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"hnetcfg.IcfGetDynamicFwPorts"  fullword ascii
 * 247)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s3  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"hnetcfg.HNetFreeFirewallLoggingSettings"  fullword ascii
 * 248)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s4  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"hnetcfg.HNetGetShareAndBridgeSettings"  fullword ascii
 * 249)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s5  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"hnetcfg.HNetGetFirewallSettingsPage"  fullword ascii
 * 250)         condition<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 251)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  at <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">0  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  filesize <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);"><  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">50000  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  all of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$x <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  all of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)
 * 252) <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 253) <span class="co2" style="color:rgb(0,153,102);font-style:italic;">/* Rule derived from the mentioned strings in the FAQ paper on page 19 */
 * 254) rule Equation_Kaspersky_SuspiciousString <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{
 * 255)         meta<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 256)                 description <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Equation Group Malware - suspicious string found in sample"
 * 257)                 author <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Florian Roth"
 * 258)                 reference <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"https://securelist.com/files/2015/02/Equation_group_questions_and_answers.pdf"
 * 259)                 date <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"2015/02/17"
 * 260)                 score <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">60
 * 261)         strings<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 262)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">{  4d 5a <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * 263)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s1  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"i386<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ DesertWinterDriver.pdb"  fullword
 * 264)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s2  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Performing UR-specific post-install..."
 * 265)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s3  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"Timeout waiting for the <span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\" canInstallNow<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\"  event from the implant-specific EXE!"
 * 266)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s4  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"STRAITSHOOTER30.exe"
 * 267)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s5  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"standalonegrok_2.1.1.1"
 * 268)                 <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s6  <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">=  <span class="st0" style="color:rgb(255,0,0);">"c:<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ users<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ rmgree5<span class="es0" style="color:rgb(0,0,153);font-weight:bold;">\\ "
 * 269)         condition<span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">:
 * 270)                 <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">(  <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$mz  at <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">0  <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  filesize <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);"><  <span class="nu0" style="color:rgb(204,102,204);">500000  <span class="kw1" style="color:rgb(177,177,0);">and  all of <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">( <span class="re0" style="color:rgb(0,0,255);">$s <span class="sy0" style="color:rgb(51,153,51);">* <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">)
 * 271) <span class="br0" style="color:rgb(0,153,0);">}
 * LEAK ****
 * 1) ALL CREDIT CARD PIN CODES IN THE WORLD LEAKED
 * 2) 0000 0001 0002 0003 0004 0005 0006 0007 0008 0009
 * 3) 0010 0011 0012 0013 0014 0015 0016 0017 0018 0019
 * 4) 0020 0021 0022 0023 0024 0025 0026 0027 0028 0029
 * 5) 0030 0031 0032 0033 0034 0035 0036 0037 0038 0039
 * 6) 0040 0041 0042 0043 0044 0045 0046 0047 0048 0049
 * 7) 0050 0051 0052 0053 0054 0055 0056 0057 0058 0059
 * 8) 0060 0061 0062 0063 0064 0065 0066 0067 0068 0069
 * 9) 0070 0071 0072 0073 0074 0075 0076 0077 0078 0079
 * 10) 0080 0081 0082 0083 0084 0085 0086 0087 0088 0089
 * 11) 0090 0091 0092 0093 0094 0095 0096 0097 0098 0099
 * 12) 0100 0101 0102 0103 0104 0105 0106 0107 0108 0109
 * 13) 0110 0111 0112 0113 0114 0115 0116 0117 0118 0119
 * 14) 0120 0121 0122 0123 0124 0125 0126 0127 0128 0129
 * 15) 0130 0131 0132 0133 0134 0135 0136 0137 0138 0139
 * 16) 0140 0141 0142 0143 0144 0145 0146 0147 0148 0149
 * 17) 0150 0151 0152 0153 0154 0155 0156 0157 0158 0159
 * 18) 0160 0161 0162 0163 0164 0165 0166 0167 0168 0169
 * 19) 0170 0171 0172 0173 0174 0175 0176 0177 0178 0179
 * 20) 0180 0181 0182 0183 0184 0185 0186 0187 0188 0189
 * 21) 0190 0191 0192 0193 0194 0195 0196 0197 0198 0199
 * 22) 0200 0201 0202 0203 0204 0205 0206 0207 0208 0209
 * 23) 0210 0211 0212 0213 0214 0215 0216 0217 0218 0219
 * 24) 0220 0221 0222 0223 0224 0225 0226 0227 0228 0229
 * 25) 0230 0231 0232 0233 0234 0235 0236 0237 0238 0239
 * 26) 0240 0241 0242 0243 0244 0245 0246 0247 0248 0249
 * 27) 0250 0251 0252 0253 0254 0255 0256 0257 0258 0259
 * 28) 0260 0261 0262 0263 0264 0265 0266 0267 0268 0269
 * 29) 0270 0271 0272 0273 0274 0275 0276 0277 0278 0279
 * 30) 0280 0281 0282 0283 0284 0285 0286 0287 0288 0289
 * 31) 0290 0291 0292 0293 0294 0295 0296 0297 0298 0299
 * 32) 0300 0301 0302 0303 0304 0305 0306 0307 0308 0309
 * 33) 0310 0311 0312 0313 0314 0315 0316 0317 0318 0319
 * 34) 0320 0321 0322 0323 0324 0325 0326 0327 0328 0329
 * 35) 0330 0331 0332 0333 0334 0335 0336 0337 0338 0339
 * 36) 0340 0341 0342 0343 0344 0345 0346 0347 0348 0349
 * 37) 0350 0351 0352 0353 0354 0355 0356 0357 0358 0359
 * 38) 0360 0361 0362 0363 0364 0365 0366 0367 0368 0369
 * 39) 0370 0371 0372 0373 0374 0375 0376 0377 0378 0379
 * 40) 0380 0381 0382 0383 0384 0385 0386 0387 0388 0389
 * 41) 0390 0391 0392 0393 0394 0395 0396 0397 0398 0399
 * 42) 0400 0401 0402 0403 0404 0405 0406 0407 0408 0409
 * 43) 0410 0411 0412 0413 0414 0415 0416 0417 0418 0419
 * 44) 0420 0421 0422 0423 0424 0425 0426 0427 0428 0429
 * 45) 0430 0431 0432 0433 0434 0435 0436 0437 0438 0439
 * 46) 0440 0441 0442 0443 0444 0445 0446 0447 0448 0449
 * 47) 0450 0451 0452 0453 0454 0455 0456 0457 0458 0459
 * 48) 0460 0461 0462 0463 0464 0465 0466 0467 0468 0469
 * 49) 0470 0471 0472 0473 0474 0475 0476 0477 0478 0479
 * 50) 0480 0481 0482 0483 0484 0485 0486 0487 0488 0489
 * 51) 0490 0491 0492 0493 0494 0495 0496 0497 0498 0499
 * 52) 0500 0501 0502 0503 0504 0505 0506 0507 0508 0509
 * 53) 0510 0511 0512 0513 0514 0515 0516 0517 0518 0519
 * 54) 0520 0521 0522 0523 0524 0525 0526 0527 0528 0529
 * 55) 0530 0531 0532 0533 0534 0535 0536 0537 0538 0539
 * 56) 0540 0541 0542 0543 0544 0545 0546 0547 0548 0549
 * 57) 0550 0551 0552 0553 0554 0555 0556 0557 0558 0559
 * 58) 0560 0561 0562 0563 0564 0565 0566 0567 0568 0569
 * 59) 0570 0571 0572 0573 0574 0575 0576 0577 0578 0579
 * 60) 0580 0581 0582 0583 0584 0585 0586 0587 0588 0589
 * 61) 0590 0591 0592 0593 0594 0595 0596 0597 0598 0599
 * 62) 0600 0601 0602 0603 0604 0605 0606 0607 0608 0609
 * 63) 0610 0611 0612 0613 0614 0615 0616 0617 0618 0619
 * 64) 0620 0621 0622 0623 0624 0625 0626 0627 0628 0629
 * 65) 0630 0631 0632 0633 0634 0635 0636 0637 0638 0639
 * 66) 0640 0641 0642 0643 0644 0645 0646 0647 0648 0649
 * 67) 0650 0651 0652 0653 0654 0655 0656 0657 0658 0659
 * 68) 0660 0661 0662 0663 0664 0665 0666 0667 0668 0669
 * 69) 0670 0671 0672 0673 0674 0675 0676 0677 0678 0679
 * 70) 0680 0681 0682 0683 0684 0685 0686 0687 0688 0689
 * 71) 0690 0691 0692 0693 0694 0695 0696 0697 0698 0699
 * 72) 0700 0701 0702 0703 0704 0705 0706 0707 0708 0709
 * 73) 0710 0711 0712 0713 0714 0715 0716 0717 0718 0719
 * 74) 0720 0721 0722 0723 0724 0725 0726 0727 0728 0729
 * 75) 0730 0731 0732 0733 0734 0735 0736 0737 0738 0739
 * 76) 0740 0741 0742 0743 0744 0745 0746 0747 0748 0749
 * 77) 0750 0751 0752 0753 0754 0755 0756 0757 0758 0759
 * 78) 0760 0761 0762 0763 0764 0765 0766 0767 0768 0769
 * 79) 0770 0771 0772 0773 0774 0775 0776 0777 0778 0779
 * 80) 0780 0781 0782 0783 0784 0785 0786 0787 0788 0789
 * 81) 0790 0791 0792 0793 0794 0795 0796 0797 0798 0799
 * 82) 0800 0801 0802 0803 0804 0805 0806 0807 0808 0809
 * 83) 0810 0811 0812 0813 0814 0815 0816 0817 0818 0819
 * 84) 0820 0821 0822 0823 0824 0825 0826 0827 0828 0829
 * 85) 0830 0831 0832 0833 0834 0835 0836 0837 0838 0839
 * 86) 0840 0841 0842 0843 0844 0845 0846 0847 0848 0849
 * 87) 0850 0851 0852 0853 0854 0855 0856 0857 0858 0859
 * 88) 0860 0861 0862 0863 0864 0865 0866 0867 0868 0869
 * 89) 0870 0871 0872 0873 0874 0875 0876 0877 0878 0879
 * 90) 0880 0881 0882 0883 0884 0885 0886 0887 0888 0889
 * 91) 0890 0891 0892 0893 0894 0895 0896 0897 0898 0899
 * 92) 0900 0901 0902 0903 0904 0905 0906 0907 0908 0909
 * 93) 0910 0911 0912 0913 0914 0915 0916 0917 0918 0919
 * 94) 0920 0921 0922 0923 0924 0925 0926 0927 0928 0929
 * 95) 0930 0931 0932 0933 0934 0935 0936 0937 0938 0939
 * 96) 0940 0941 0942 0943 0944 0945 0946 0947 0948 0949
 * 97) 0950 0951 0952 0953 0954 0955 0956 0957 0958 0959
 * 98) 0960 0961 0962 0963 0964 0965 0966 0967 0968 0969
 * 99) 0970 0971 0972 0973 0974 0975 0976 0977 0978 0979
 * 100) 0980 0981 0982 0983 0984 0985 0986 0987 0988 0989
 * 101) 0990 0991 0992 0993 0994 0995 0996 0997 0998 0999
 * 102) 1000 1001 1002 1003 1004 1005 1006 1007 1008 1009
 * 103) 1010 1011 1012 1013 1014 1015 1016 1017 1018 1019
 * 104) 1020 1021 1022 1023 1024 1025 1026 1027 1028 1029
 * 105) 1030 1031 1032 1033 1034 1035 1036 1037 1038 1039
 * 106) 1040 1041 1042 1043 1044 1045 1046 1047 1048 1049
 * 107) 1050 1051 1052 1053 1054 1055 1056 1057 1058 1059
 * 108) 1060 1061 1062 1063 1064 1065 1066 1067 1068 1069
 * 109) 1070 1071 1072 1073 1074 1075 1076 1077 1078 1079
 * 110) 1080 1081 1082 1083 1084 1085 1086 1087 1088 1089
 * 111) 1090 1091 1092 1093 1094 1095 1096 1097 1098 1099
 * 112) 1100 1101 1102 1103 1104 1105 1106 1107 1108 1109
 * 113) 1110 1111 1112 1113 1114 1115 1116 1117 1118 1119
 * 114) 1120 1121 1122 1123 1124 1125 1126 1127 1128 1129
 * 115) 1130 1131 1132 1133 1134 1135 1136 1137 1138 1139
 * 116) 1140 1141 1142 1143 1144 1145 1146 1147 1148 1149
 * 117) 1150 1151 1152 1153 1154 1155 1156 1157 1158 1159
 * 118) 1160 1161 1162 1163 1164 1165 1166 1167 1168 1169
 * 119) 1170 1171 1172 1173 1174 1175 1176 1177 1178 1179
 * 120) 1180 1181 1182 1183 1184 1185 1186 1187 1188 1189
 * 121) 1190 1191 1192 1193 1194 1195 1196 1197 1198 1199
 * 122) 1200 1201 1202 1203 1204 1205 1206 1207 1208 1209
 * 123) 1210 1211 1212 1213 1214 1215 1216 1217 1218 1219
 * 124) 1220 1221 1222 1223 1224 1225 1226 1227 1228 1229
 * 125) 1230 1231 1232 1233 1234 1235 1236 1237 1238 1239
 * 126) 1240 1241 1242 1243 1244 1245 1246 1247 1248 1249
 * 127) 1250 1251 1252 1253 1254 1255 1256 1257 1258 1259
 * 128) 1260 1261 1262 1263 1264 1265 1266 1267 1268 1269
 * 129) 1270 1271 1272 1273 1274 1275 1276 1277 1278 1279
 * 130) 1280 1281 1282 1283 1284 1285 1286 1287 1288 1289
 * 131) 1290 1291 1292 1293 1294 1295 1296 1297 1298 1299
 * 132) 1300 1301 1302 1303 1304 1305 1306 1307 1308 1309
 * 133) 1310 1311 1312 1313 1314 1315 1316 1317 1318 1319
 * 134) 1320 1321 1322 1323 1324 1325 1326 1327 1328 1329
 * 135) 1330 1331 1332 1333 1334 1335 1336 1337 1338 1339
 * 136) 1340 1341 1342 1343 1344 1345 1346 1347 1348 1349
 * 137) 1350 1351 1352 1353 1354 1355 1356 1357 1358 1359
 * 138) 1360 1361 1362 1363 1364 1365 1366 1367 1368 1369
 * 139) 1370 1371 1372 1373 1374 1375 1376 1377 1378 1379
 * 140) 1380 1381 1382 1383 1384 1385 1386 1387 1388 1389
 * 141) 1390 1391 1392 1393 1394 1395 1396 1397 1398 1399
 * 142) 1400 1401 1402 1403 1404 1405 1406 1407 1408 1409
 * 143) 1410 1411 1412 1413 1414 1415 1416 1417 1418 1419
 * 144) 1420 1421 1422 1423 1424 1425 1426 1427 1428 1429
 * 145) 1430 1431 1432 1433 1434 1435 1436 1437 1438 1439
 * 146) 1440 1441 1442 1443 1444 1445 1446 1447 1448 1449
 * 147) 1450 1451 1452 1453 1454 1455 1456 1457 1458 1459
 * 148) 1460 1461 1462 1463 1464 1465 1466 1467 1468 1469
 * 149) 1470 1471 1472 1473 1474 1475 1476 1477 1478 1479
 * 150) 1480 1481 1482 1483 1484 1485 1486 1487 1488 1489
 * 151) 1490 1491 1492 1493 1494 1495 1496 1497 1498 1499
 * 152) 1500 1501 1502 1503 1504 1505 1506 1507 1508 1509
 * 153) 1510 1511 1512 1513 1514 1515 1516 1517 1518 1519
 * 154) 1520 1521 1522 1523 1524 1525 1526 1527 1528 1529
 * 155) 1530 1531 1532 1533 1534 1535 1536 1537 1538 1539
 * 156) 1540 1541 1542 1543 1544 1545 1546 1547 1548 1549
 * 157) 1550 1551 1552 1553 1554 1555 1556 1557 1558 1559
 * 158) 1560 1561 1562 1563 1564 1565 1566 1567 1568 1569
 * 159) 1570 1571 1572 1573 1574 1575 1576 1577 1578 1579
 * 160) 1580 1581 1582 1583 1584 1585 1586 1587 1588 1589
 * 161) 1590 1591 1592 1593 1594 1595 1596 1597 1598 1599
 * 162) 1600 1601 1602 1603 1604 1605 1606 1607 1608 1609
 * 163) 1610 1611 1612 1613 1614 1615 1616 1617 1618 1619
 * 164) 1620 1621 1622 1623 1624 1625 1626 1627 1628 1629
 * 165) 1630 1631 1632 1633 1634 1635 1636 1637 1638 1639
 * 166) 1640 1641 1642 1643 1644 1645 1646 1647 1648 1649
 * 167) 1650 1651 1652 1653 1654 1655 1656 1657 1658 1659
 * 168) 1660 1661 1662 1663 1664 1665 1666 1667 1668 1669
 * 169) 1670 1671 1672 1673 1674 1675 1676 1677 1678 1679
 * 170) 1680 1681 1682 1683 1684 1685 1686 1687 1688 1689
 * 171) 1690 1691 1692 1693 1694 1695 1696 1697 1698 1699
 * 172) 1700 1701 1702 1703 1704 1705 1706 1707 1708 1709
 * 173) 1710 1711 1712 1713 1714 1715 1716 1717 1718 1719
 * 174) 1720 1721 1722 1723 1724 1725 1726 1727 1728 1729
 * 175) 1730 1731 1732 1733 1734 1735 1736 1737 1738 1739
 * 176) 1740 1741 1742 1743 1744 1745 1746 1747 1748 1749
 * 177) 1750 1751 1752 1753 1754 1755 1756 1757 1758 1759
 * 178) 1760 1761 1762 1763 1764 1765 1766 1767 1768 1769
 * 179) 1770 1771 1772 1773 1774 1775 1776 1777 1778 1779
 * 180) 1780 1781 1782 1783 1784 1785 1786 1787 1788 1789
 * 181) 1790 1791 1792 1793 1794 1795 1796 1797 1798 1799
 * 182) 1800 1801 1802 1803 1804 1805 1806 1807 1808 1809
 * 183) 1810 1811 1812 1813 1814 1815 1816 1817 1818 1819
 * 184) 1820 1821 1822 1823 1824 1825 1826 1827 1828 1829
 * 185) 1830 1831 1832 1833 1834 1835 1836 1837 1838 1839
 * 186) 1840 1841 1842 1843 1844 1845 1846 1847 1848 1849
 * 187) 1850 1851 1852 1853 1854 1855 1856 1857 1858 1859
 * 188) 1860 1861 1862 1863 1864 1865 1866 1867 1868 1869
 * 189) 1870 1871 1872 1873 1874 1875 1876 1877 1878 1879
 * 190) 1880 1881 1882 1883 1884 1885 1886 1887 1888 1889
 * 191) 1890 1891 1892 1893 1894 1895 1896 1897 1898 1899
 * 192) 1900 1901 1902 1903 1904 1905 1906 1907 1908 1909
 * 193) 1910 1911 1912 1913 1914 1915 1916 1917 1918 1919
 * 194) 1920 1921 1922 1923 1924 1925 1926 1927 1928 1929
 * 195) 1930 1931 1932 1933 1934 1935 1936 1937 1938 1939
 * 196) 1940 1941 1942 1943 1944 1945 1946 1947 1948 1949
 * 197) 1950 1951 1952 1953 1954 1955 1956 1957 1958 1959
 * 198) 1960 1961 1962 1963 1964 1965 1966 1967 1968 1969
 * 199) 1970 1971 1972 1973 1974 1975 1976 1977 1978 1979
 * 200) 1980 1981 1982 1983 1984 1985 1986 1987 1988 1989
 * 201) 1990 1991 1992 1993 1994 1995 1996 1997 1998 1999
 * 202) 2000 2001 2002 2003 2004 2005 2006 2007 2008 2009
 * 203) 2010 2011 2012 2013 2014 2015 2016 2017 2018 2019
 * 204) 2020 2021 2022 2023 2024 2025 2026 2027 2028 2029
 * 205) 2030 2031 2032 2033 2034 2035 2036 2037 2038 2039
 * 206) 2040 2041 2042 2043 2044 2045 2046 2047 2048 2049
 * 207) 2050 2051 2052 2053 2054 2055 2056 2057 2058 2059
 * 208) 2060 2061 2062 2063 2064 2065 2066 2067 2068 2069
 * 209) 2070 2071 2072 2073 2074 2075 2076 2077 2078 2079
 * 210) 2080 2081 2082 2083 2084 2085 2086 2087 2088 2089
 * 211) 2090 2091 2092 2093 2094 2095 2096 2097 2098 2099
 * 212) 2100 2101 2102 2103 2104 2105 2106 2107 2108 2109
 * 213) 2110 2111 2112 2113 2114 2115 2116 2117 2118 2119
 * 214) 2120 2121 2122 2123 2124 2125 2126 2127 2128 2129
 * 215) 2130 2131 2132 2133 2134 2135 2136 2137 2138 2139
 * 216) 2140 2141 2142 2143 2144 2145 2146 2147 2148 2149
 * 217) 2150 2151 2152 2153 2154 2155 2156 2157 2158 2159
 * 218) 2160 2161 2162 2163 2164 2165 2166 2167 2168 2169
 * 219) 2170 2171 2172 2173 2174 2175 2176 2177 2178 2179
 * 220) 2180 2181 2182 2183 2184 2185 2186 2187 2188 2189
 * 221) 2190 2191 2192 2193 2194 2195 2196 2197 2198 2199
 * 222) 2200 2201 2202 2203 2204 2205 2206 2207 2208 2209
 * 223) 2210 2211 2212 2213 2214 2215 2216 2217 2218 2219
 * 224) 2220 2221 2222 2223 2224 2225 2226 2227 2228 2229
 * 225) 2230 2231 2232 2233 2234 2235 2236 2237 2238 2239
 * 226) 2240 2241 2242 2243 2244 2245 2246 2247 2248 2249
 * 227) 2250 2251 2252 2253 2254 2255 2256 2257 2258 2259
 * 228) 2260 2261 2262 2263 2264 2265 2266 2267 2268 2269
 * 229) 2270 2271 2272 2273 2274 2275 2276 2277 2278 2279
 * 230) 2280 2281 2282 2283 2284 2285 2286 2287 2288 2289
 * 231) 2290 2291 2292 2293 2294 2295 2296 2297 2298 2299
 * 232) 2300 2301 2302 2303 2304 2305 2306 2307 2308 2309
 * 233) 2310 2311 2312 2313 2314 2315 2316 2317 2318 2319
 * 234) 2320 2321 2322 2323 2324 2325 2326 2327 2328 2329
 * 235) 2330 2331 2332 2333 2334 2335 2336 2337 2338 2339
 * 236) 2340 2341 2342 2343 2344 2345 2346 2347 2348 2349
 * 237) 2350 2351 2352 2353 2354 2355 2356 2357 2358 2359
 * 238) 2360 2361 2362 2363 2364 2365 2366 2367 2368 2369
 * 239) 2370 2371 2372 2373 2374 2375 2376 2377 2378 2379
 * 240) 2380 2381 2382 2383 2384 2385 2386 2387 2388 2389
 * 241) 2390 2391 2392 2393 2394 2395 2396 2397 2398 2399
 * 242) 2400 2401 2402 2403 2404 2405 2406 2407 2408 2409
 * 243) 2410 2411 2412 2413 2414 2415 2416 2417 2418 2419
 * 244) 2420 2421 2422 2423 2424 2425 2426 2427 2428 2429
 * 245) 2430 2431 2432 2433 2434 2435 2436 2437 2438 2439
 * 246) 2440 2441 2442 2443 2444 2445 2446 2447 2448 2449
 * 247) 2450 2451 2452 2453 2454 2455 2456 2457 2458 2459
 * 248) 2460 2461 2462 2463 2464 2465 2466 2467 2468 2469
 * 249) 2470 2471 2472 2473 2474 2475 2476 2477 2478 2479
 * 250) 2480 2481 2482 2483 2484 2485 2486 2487 2488 2489
 * 251) 2490 2491 2492 2493 2494 2495 2496 2497 2498 2499
 * 252) 2500 2501 2502 2503 2504 2505 2506 2507 2508 2509
 * 253) 2510 2511 2512 2513 2514 2515 2516 2517 2518 2519
 * 254) 2520 2521 2522 2523 2524 2525 2526 2527 2528 2529
 * 255) 2530 2531 2532 2533 2534 2535 2536 2537 2538 2539
 * 256) 2540 2541 2542 2543 2544 2545 2546 2547 2548 2549
 * 257) 2550 2551 2552 2553 2554 2555 2556 2557 2558 2559
 * 258) 2560 2561 2562 2563 2564 2565 2566 2567 2568 2569
 * 259) 2570 2571 2572 2573 2574 2575 2576 2577 2578 2579
 * 260) 2580 2581 2582 2583 2584 2585 2586 2587 2588 2589
 * 261) 2590 2591 2592 2593 2594 2595 2596 2597 2598 2599
 * 262) 2600 2601 2602 2603 2604 2605 2606 2607 2608 2609
 * 263) 2610 2611 2612 2613 2614 2615 2616 2617 2618 2619
 * 264) 2620 2621 2622 2623 2624 2625 2626 2627 2628 2629
 * 265) 2630 2631 2632 2633 2634 2635 2636 2637 2638 2639
 * 266) 2640 2641 2642 2643 2644 2645 2646 2647 2648 2649
 * 267) 2650 2651 2652 2653 2654 2655 2656 2657 2658 2659
 * 268) 2660 2661 2662 2663 2664 2665 2666 2667 2668 2669
 * 269) 2670 2671 2672 2673 2674 2675 2676 2677 2678 2679
 * 270) 2680 2681 2682 2683 2684 2685 2686 2687 2688 2689
 * 271) 2690 2691 2692 2693 2694 2695 2696 2697 2698 2699
 * 272) 2700 2701 2702 2703 2704 2705 2706 2707 2708 2709
 * 273) 2710 2711 2712 2713 2714 2715 2716 2717 2718 2719
 * 274) 2720 2721 2722 2723 2724 2725 2726 2727 2728 2729
 * 275) 2730 2731 2732 2733 2734 2735 2736 2737 2738 2739
 * 276) 2740 2741 2742 2743 2744 2745 2746 2747 2748 2749
 * 277) 2750 2751 2752 2753 2754 2755 2756 2757 2758 2759
 * 278) 2760 2761 2762 2763 2764 2765 2766 2767 2768 2769
 * 279) 2770 2771 2772 2773 2774 2775 2776 2777 2778 2779
 * 280) 2780 2781 2782 2783 2784 2785 2786 2787 2788 2789
 * 281) 2790 2791 2792 2793 2794 2795 2796 2797 2798 2799
 * 282) 2800 2801 2802 2803 2804 2805 2806 2807 2808 2809
 * 283) 2810 2811 2812 2813 2814 2815 2816 2817 2818 2819
 * 284) 2820 2821 2822 2823 2824 2825 2826 2827 2828 2829
 * 285) 2830 2831 2832 2833 2834 2835 2836 2837 2838 2839
 * 286) 2840 2841 2842 2843 2844 2845 2846 2847 2848 2849
 * 287) 2850 2851 2852 2853 2854 2855 2856 2857 2858 2859
 * 288) 2860 2861 2862 2863 2864 2865 2866 2867 2868 2869
 * 289) 2870 2871 2872 2873 2874 2875 2876 2877 2878 2879
 * 290) 2880 2881 2882 2883 2884 2885 2886 2887 2888 2889
 * 291) 2890 2891 2892 2893 2894 2895 2896 2897 2898 2899
 * 292) 2900 2901 2902 2903 2904 2905 2906 2907 2908 2909
 * 293) 2910 2911 2912 2913 2914 2915 2916 2917 2918 2919
 * 294) 2920 2921 2922 2923 2924 2925 2926 2927 2928 2929
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