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The Riddle Box

Time flows like a dark horde, consuming all in its path. Man lives his life in the blink of an eye. Just as day becomes night, all life fades into death. In death, each person will be judged for his deeds performed while alive. There are the few who walk the path of greed, their souls host to demons. Time slows near each person's end, as those whose deeds were evil grasp onto life as long as they can. Though they don't know what awaits them in the afterlife, they do know for them it is a horror beyond words. Time stops in this world, as the heart becomes still and the soul leaves the body. Time is eternal and even in death it is but a new beginning. For you see, when you step into death, your soul steps upon the floor of a dark chamber and you look to see it empty, except for a strange looking box on an old wooden table. On the front of the box, you will see a question mark faded with time and a twisted crank handle on its side. As you turn the handle, a sharp melodic tune will fill the air with a deafening noise of terror. The surprise comes when the music stops and the top of the box pops open and its contents are revealed. For the few, they will see a vision of God granting them eternal peace, with a wash of golden light warming their soul. The rest will see an image of hell, spawned and formed from their own evil; a reflection of their soul with fog seeping from the box, stripping their sanity. What will be in store for you is the mystery, but if you take a look within yourself, you will find the answer. For now, you still have time to change the outcome of the mighty Riddle Box.



I say to the world that i am a juggolo

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Juggolos of the World
!!!UNITE!!!

(probably not a good post)

[This message has been edited by Avatara (edited 07-08-2001).]

The Great Milenko...

From deep within the Netherworld of shadow walkers comes yet another exhibit of the Dark Carnival. He is the master of the art of using magic without magic... He is a Necromancer... the craft of using magic through the dead. Dead meaning both physically and mentally. This spectacle shall be witnessed only by those who are meant to see it. Look deep inside of your soul and ask yourself... Do you hold a ticket to witness the show? The answer lies within yourself. He is the fourth to rise. He feeds upon one's own greed. He is powered by one's own jealousy, lust, and temptation. To envision yourself with something that rightfully does not belong to you... that is the illusion cast by him. To act upon this vision and seek it out at the expense of another... that is the magic cast by him. Continuos dreamers of profit at the cost of another are pledfed and haunted by his wizardry. Others are content and satisfied with what they can achieve by themselves and have not the urge to tamper with another's well being for quick gain. They see him only as a hoax and see no illusions or magic by he. It is simple... He is you. His illusions are your evil thoughts. Your evil acts are his magic - yesterday., now, and forever. You are he and the fourth to rise... You and he are the master of Necromancy... You are the dead and him the magic.

Together, you and he are The Great Milenko.

You can try to silence me and you can try to silence others but the great milenko will live on in the hearts of the foolish and greedy!


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Juggolos of the World
!!!UNITE!!!

that was spamming! You didnt say anything worthwhile and this is not a spamming post
Behold the power of WICCA and PAGANISM
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Juggolos of the World
!!!UNITE!!!

[This message has been edited by 21st Century Drug Lords (edited 07-08-2001).]

[/whisk away]

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Well, that was... interesting. I actually read those posts. I kinda wish I hadn't.

THIS TOPIC IS NOW CHANGED TO : HAIR

Man, I just had mine cut. It looks like a pineapple with a parting. Maybe I should just shave my head and be done with it. Or wear a space helmet 24/7. <sighs>

This topic is now more interesting that pseudo-religious ch*mp.

martin

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Walk like a champ, you cheeky scamp.

We must speak of the evils in our society such as the great milenko otherwise he will swallow us up never to be seen again

Jugglolos please post on this post so we can discus or music/religion

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Juggolos of the World
!!!UNITE!!!

[This message has been edited by 21st Century Drug Lords (edited 07-09-2001).]

Whatever are you going on about? Might I suggest better similes to get your story going? Keep up the good work.

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Ahh... now it makes more sense. Well, a bit. But Jugglolos? Seems a bit to similar to 'gigolos' in my mind. Pay heed to the tripps one. He speaketh great sense.

(although hair might get you more responses)

martin

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Walk like a champ, you cheeky scamp.

His evil influence flows from the city streets like red molten ooze, filling every alley and gutter. There are those who are burnt by it, like the charred remains of a napalm strike. He moves in silence, yet with his heat comes ear-shattering screams as the masses are scorched in his choking smoke of corruption. His fire consumes like a lethal injection flowing through the veins of a dying convict. Hosts of small red ants crawl in the wake of his presence, biting and stinging flesh. His holocaust fills the woods of hope and prosperity like a wave of hungry piranhas on a newborn lamb. He goes by many names, but for now let it be spoken like the force of a fireball bursting into a crowd. He's Jack, pure and simple... Jack Jeckel.
His glow of compassion kindles the heart, like a campfire on a cold winter’s eve. His embers burn eternally, spreading the flame of mercy like a warm blanket over the shoulders of a vagabond. His kindness is fueled by sympathy for human suffering, but his inferno of righteous cause, incinerates creatures of sin to ash. The torch of his salvation guides wanderers in the dark abyss to freedom. Its flaring sparks float on the winds of change, like soaring birds recently freed from a dreary cage. Laughter explodes forth from the essence of his being, radiating the land with childish joy. He has many names, but for now let it be spoken like melodic music drifting through the air. He's Jake, true indeed... Jake Jeckel.

Emerging from the Dark Carnival like phantom smoke drifting into the minds of men, they are the Amazing Jeckel Brothers. A chaotic duo of juggling masters, Jack "the sinister" and Jake "the just" juggle the sins of mortal men. The price of admission to their show is a mere human soul.

When death creeps ‘round and life decays, the departed spirit will begin its journey. A vision of a candle will begin to form like a distant dream with billowing smoke rising from its eternal flame. In this thick haze the deceased will begin to see an image of Jake and Jack Jeckel juggling red balls between themselves. Each ball soaked in fresh blood and pulsating like an erratic living heart. For every sin committed in a mortal's life another ball is added to their unearthly performance and the harder it becomes. The deceased will witness sinister Jack throwing Jake curves in a vile attempt to see a ball drop. For if they should fumble in their act, a pit of infinite evil shall open beneath the feet of the viewer and cast the soul into an eternity of pain and suffering. Success on the other hand, opens the gates of Shangri-La and grants one ascension into pure enlightenment and peace.

Jack and Jake Jeckel rest in all of us for they are they very fabric of our being conscience and soul. There is no escape from their Juggling act because there is no way to escape from ourselves. Only in death will we realize this as we twist and spin to the other side…


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It all began in the early 90's in Southwest Detroit. Joseph Bruce (Violent J) and Joseph Utsler (Shaggy 2 Dope), along with a crew of neighborhood homies started an ill-fated street gang called ICP "Inner City Posse". They also began to rap, with a mildly successful independent release, Dog Beats.


[This message has been edited by 21st Century Drug Lords (edited 07-10-2001).]

Well, to be quite honest, I can only describe that as irredeemable, irretrievable, unadulterated crap.

But that's subjective, obviously.

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Yeah, it's pretty grim. Some OK metaphors in there, but none that haven't been used a bazillion times before. And lots of terrible, turgid writing.

Maybe you could shift it to the EV B'n'B? There's people there who would want to talk about the religion/music bit. And it wouldn't be your problem anymore . Still don't know about 'juglolos', though. Hrm.

martin

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It's Insane Clown Posse. Not only is this irredeemable, irretrievable, unadulterated crap, but it's also unoriginal crap. I'm tempted to use my karma power here, but this guy may be wanting that. I'll rain on his parade instead.

[LOCK]

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