Skarab 8/18/00
Does coding encourage
cannibalism?
Four weeks ago at QBI headquarters in Detroit,
Michigan, USA, I was busy typing away on my keyboard, writing up an
outline for an article about the side effects of LET, when a knock came at
my office door. Matt Knight looked in and told me someone was outside and
wanted to see me. Being a smart sort of fellow, I grabbed my rifle and
camoflage clothes and went out. I was attacked by a gnome. He bit parts of
my body off before I was able to stab him with the sharp end of a car
bumper. I then feasted upon his raw corpse. His flesh tasted of cheap beer
and aged marijuana. I enjoyed his eyes most, as I was able to see the
grisly sights he saw in his pathetic life. His spirit battled mine for
control of my mind, but I proved the stronger and I devoured his mortal
soul with some cheerios. Small incidents like this have happened over the
last few weeks; some with gnomes, some with ogres and giants. But then,
just last week, I went out for a walk and saw the last inning of a 1st
grade baseball game. Seeing a weak-looking boy trotting home alone, I
kidnapped him. I took him home, skinned him, sacrificed his tiny corpse,
then sauteed his liver with some mushrooms and onion powder. I intensely
enjoyed his baby-fat soaked muscle fiber. After this night, I had to have
more. I gave up cannibalism about a year ago, and this had been my
first bite of people meat since then. I ate not because of psychological
problems, as many believe, for I am quite sane. I enjoy the taste. I quit
because my taste was costing me alot of money in shipping, cleanup, and
legal fees. I was a very responsible cannibal, compassionate even. I ate
only already dead, well- cooked people. Now what I am doing is surely
illegal. I am fairly sure I could get in trouble for that whole murder
part. I just can't stop eating people. They're so good. The good thing is,
now I see that I am not alone. There are at least ten QB coders that I
know of that are willing to go out cruising for meat with me. Does this
disgust you? Are you so sure that you do not want to do the same? Take a
look at that chunky little girl that you see, isn't she nice and pretty?
See her thick, juicy thighs. Don't you just want to bite into her lean,
tender legs and rip out the bloody stuff while growling and sptting? I
don't see how anybody can't admit that they think these things. I am
completely sane. Even if mother didn't think so. How dare she take me to
the head doctor?! Oh, haha, she's already paid for her foul sin, oh yes...
now she just sits there in the closet and stares at me with her empty eye
sockets. She's sitting there scheming...yes, I know she's thinking about
me, oh yes...right next to my last girlfriend. She reminded me of
mother... maybe too much...that's why I cut her arms off. Alas, her ribs
are cold and dry now...
-Skarab
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