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UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU[__ __]UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU | | | | | | I AM revolutionizing the way you think of textfiles. where to find the bsers: you can find Cauldhame (BLueVillain) on efnet at the official bs channel at #BlueSkin or at #ezines , #angstmonster where there is o' plenty love ! [] [] [] Table of Contents [] [] [] ==================================== Part 1 : Blue Skin Intro. a. Intro b. What is BS?! I. The Story of David [Volume 1] a.Ch.1 b.Ch.2 c.Ch.3 d.Ch.4 ===================================== Part 2 : Articles Galore I. War War War !! - BlueVillain II. Books - BlueVillain III. About a girl - Girbles IV. Impossible Love - Vortstyles V. The Chat Logs a. #ezines VI. Outro a. blah b. few words to K0b [] [] [] Intro [] [] [] a. My story: Well this is the now the third time that I have tried to venture into the dark world of the underground text scene and I hope it is the final one. All of the crappy articles here were written for the K0b which I started with mr Jaz-O. Well after considering the situation I decided it would be best to abanndon K0b and venture out on my own. Why? Because things didnt work out the way I had hoped. Seems Im a $2 whore! Anyway now Im looking over the two issues of Basement Productions that I wrote and Im thinking wow this sucks ass, so Im going to try to take on a different direction with tfile writing. Good luck fucker. b. What is BS!? : BS is a project that I created to write a story about a boy named David Winter. David Winter is your average kid who gets caught up in the moment and destroys a Vending Machine. No big deal eh? Well before he knows it he is trapped in a series of events that lead him to commit to a life of crime. David also travels through time.. David is not the average kid anymore huh? This story is not chronologicaly correct because it was impossible to write a with consecutive events under the given circumstance of the plot. It's also not written from any point of view of any character. Instead its tangle of chapters that in the end connect to the amazing tale of David. This story may confuse you, it may humor you, or it may scare the living shit out of you. Both ways; good luck reading fuckers. ############################################################################## I. BLUE SKIN : David Winter by BlueVillain [] [] [] Chapter 1 [] [] [] - 07.04.92 David rolled over the side of his bed to look outside his window. He found the quiet street touched by the golden light that would soon disapear to make way for the evening. It being summer there was no where he had to be and nothing he was required to do. Freedom he thought. There was something about days like this that scared and excited him. The only lighting in the room came from the open window giving the room a light blue tone. The sun out of view by a neighboring condomenium complex. The heat made the air thick and moist. He felt his hair stick to his forehead. He peered out the window once more and his mind became flooded with thoughts of a girl at school that he liked, but was always too afraid to approach. He wondered what her name was. Propably a heavenly name like no other. David forced himself out of bed and waddled over to his desk. A neat stack of papers rested on the table. David pulled up his chair and turned on the desk light. He paused for a moment sensing a faint smell of burning incense. He looked down at the pile of papers once more. "Plans for the flux capacitator." David was trying to build a time machine.. [] [] [] Chapter 2 [] [] [] - 03.14.** ..Its 3am early friday night. No creature dares to stir in the night. The walls of the school are painted with doom.. Janitor's closet is actually locked. Your dad has a shotgun. Its already cocked You are shitting inside a large room filled with tables. The only light falls down from the night sky. The blue moon is shining up in the sky & you think to yourself how many other young lads are watching it as you are watching it. Its perfectly quiet. No bird makes a sound. The girl you love is asleep by your side. Your friends giggle somewhere in the distance. You are in the heart of your school, and you are not supposed to be here. How did you get here? Why did you even decide to come here again? Well you and your friends told your parents that you are at each other's houses for a sleep over. Ofcource none of you made the sleep over. No.. you are all at school. You broke in through the front door. You have commited a crime. You start to feel warm & tingly inside.. Then suddenly.. HABLAKARAVARAM!!!!!!!!! ..boom You get so frightened by the noise you fall out of your seat onto the cold floor. The girl you love is still at the table next to you. She didnt even wake up. So what was that noise anyway? Well your friends thought it would be cute to blow up the school's only vending machine. Good for them! Monday morning you attend school as regular. Your male math teacher - Mr. Johnson - hands out the tests you took thursday noon. You got an A-. He winks at you as he walks by. What the hell was that?! Then.. just as sudden as that explosion in the night only a day ago you hear the PA system turn on. The principle announces "Well... seems once more a certain group of students decided they would blow up the school's only vending machine.. please understand that these vandals will be caught in no time.. Thank you for you time - Principle Hank" [] [] [] Chapter 3 [] [] [] - 04.13.** So you wake up. Eh where? Home When? Well its 3:99 AM and it happens to be the morning after the morning you killed the PepsiBox (Vending Machine) I dont know if you remember it now, but it happens to be the 16th Pepsi Box that you destroyed.. What the fuck is wrong with you? You and your friends managed to break into the local mall last night and blow up all the vending machines. You laced them with dynamite. No I didnt. Yes you did. And god.. you didnt even take the fucking money! You just destroyed them for the hell of it. You destroyed them to create something (commotion) and you destroyed them to commit to something (crime) Oh yeah and your name. Well you are David. David Winter. How do I know all this about you? How? I am you. "What you say" Well do you remember that time machine you catch yourself thinking of thinking of building? Huh? Well, you built it. Its yours. Its done. Obiously you will never know that. You will never know it until its too late because now you are in the past and there is no way for me to transfer this information to you now. I write this now as a legacy to leave.. I write this as a textfile published through "Blue-Skin" yes.. yes you are bound to find it if it is published through blue-skin. [] [] [] Chapter 4 [] [] [] - 03.16.92 Wow school is a fucking waste of time.. Seems to me the only subject worth attending for is math. The rest is all bullshit. Who cares about history? Its dealt with and gone. I dont care about it.. I dont think anyone else cares about it. I talked to this chick in school today. Yeah heh I've liked her for a while now.. Her name is Sarah; but shit! forget her name! That has nothing to do with it. She's so beautiful.. Sarah looked at David as somebody she could trust. To her; he was somebody she could talk to. She didnt find anything attractive in him and she hoped that he thought the same of her. Sometimes she caught David Winter staring at her, but when he saw that she saw he quickly turned away. I'm pretty sure she's inlove with me thought David. Sometimes I stare at her for a really long time until she looks back at me, and when she does she quickly turns away. Only minutes go by and she turns to look at me again. Shes so shy.. It is obvious she finds me unresistible. As time went on David became someone that Sarah could no longer trust. Infact she was now afraid of him.. David always seemd lost somewhere in his little world. She caught him reading books of science fiction and solving long equations in math. God how Sarah hated Math. She thought of how she would much rather be banging some hot stud than looking at her math book. David was not a hot stud. Its only a matter of time now thought David.. David sat at home mixing gasoline and styrofoam packaging chips. It made a jelly substance that wreaked of gasoline. On his way home from school david would smear jelly all over car in alleys. He would then light the gel-o and run like hell. Heh what a life! ..more comming out bs:Issue #2: 07.15.03 ================================================================================ A r t i c l e s G a l o r e : I. WAR WAR WAR WAR DECLARED AGAINST K0b FORCES!!! W A R W A R W A R W AR W A R W AR WWWAAARRRR 06.23.03!!1 : Recent Disputes over the western text scene border have lead to the unfolding war. Little Blue Men are already invading the area previously known as the bridge and attempting to silence all kids which appear to be on the bridge. More war coverage will be available soon. But why do we need coverage? It is already obvious that the Little Blue Men will be victorious! BLUE SKIN WILL PREVAIL!!! We will be bringing you more news coverage of the unfolding war, that will soon be conquered by the little blue men. BLUE SKIN WILL PREVAIL!!! BLUE SKIN WILL PREVAIL!!! BLUE SKIN WILL PREVAIL!!! BLUE WILL PREVAIL AND DEFEAT THE EVIL DICTAT0R KNOWN AS EBA ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!!!!! Evil Powers of the West: http://angstmonster.org/txt/kob/ II. : [] [] [] Books [] [] [] by - BlueVillain Books books books! Books are fucking with your mind Im telling you! Many parents have made a public outcry towards books. They believe that these "demon" books take up so much of their children's time that the books prevent the childrem from doing homework, exercing and socializing. "My little boy spends all his fucking time in front of a book" complains one distressed mother. True, many spend so much time in front of books that they do not have time for anything else. A knowing European statistician figured that American children waste more time in front of books than those of any other country in the world. Fucking pathetic. On average our children spend approximately four to five hours a day reading books alone. Some parents find books to be a cause of alarm for another reason. A worried father said. "My Kid get home from school at 3:00pm. By the time they finish reading, it is 8:00pm and they are for bed. They don't have time to finish their homework or have quality time with their parents!"Im scared that if they continue like this, it'll affect their education" Many children put off homework and projects until the last minute because they cannot stop reading. This is reflected in low grades whih are increasingly dropping every year on average as this reading epidemic grips the nation. If children do not have enough time for homework, when do they exercise? When they read, they are either sitting or lying on their backs right? Well, an American physician predicted that there will be a dramatic rise in child obesity. He said "They just don't fucking exercise! They sit and read. Kids just arent as active as they were when I was ground up. No running around no playing." Books also bring lack of communication. A lonesome grandmother complains; "My grandson doesnt want to talk to me anymore. When he visits me he heads straight to the books. I dont even get to chat with him. Its such a fucking shame!" says 68 year old Emma Wilson. Instead of quality times with loved ones, children would rather spend their time reading to themselves. You need to call them at least six times to get a response. Hence, I propose that we should ban books. Our children will be free from their trances to do other things such as study, exercise, and converse with their families. They will no longer be trapped in a seat, staring blankly like mindless zombies, at endless pages of materials that are not good for them. Help our fucking children! Ban books, the great plague of today's society! III. [] [] [] A Weird Girl [] [] [] From "gir" To Subject a submission Date Fri, 20 Jun 2003 04:16:23 -0400 (EDT) Size 8.38 KB Message yo- here you go! peace. gir. --------------------------------------------------- | ___ ___ | | \ \_/ / | | | | I don't have to explain my art to you.| | | O | | | / o_o \ www.angstmonster.org | | \/|| ||\/ | | "" "" | --------------------------------------------------- A Weird Story About A Girl.. THAT REALLY HAPPENED TO ME JUST LAST WEEK! by gir It was my first date in a long time and it couldn't have been going any better. After watching a couple movies and going for a walk, we decided to get something to eat at the diner across the street from my house. Sitting across from me was a beautiful brunette girl all dressed up in that "I make wearing thrift shop clothes look better than anyone else ever could" kind of way. Not only did she look good, but she could hold a conversation about ANYTHING! We talked about the movies we watched and the soundtracks to the movies and how soundtracks are so important because they enhance the story of the movie and then she tells me that she writes stories and I'm falling for this girl thinking I have met someone who I can make out with and write tfiles together and the thought makes me so happy I blurt out... "YOU'RE AMAZING! MORE AMAZING THAN ANY GIRL I'VE MET LATELY! YOU HAVE TO WRITE FOR MY EZINE! WE CAN MAKE OUT IF YOU DO!" (Usually I'm not this foward with girls, but it was the truth. Compared to the girls I had met since my last real bonified girlfriend, this girl was amazing! Amazing isn't even the best word for her because she was so far beyond amazing that I don't think it's an accurate description of this girl to just call her amazing, but at 4am, descriptors are hard to come by.) "An ezine? I don't do ezines. But making out happens to be one of my favorite things to do with ezine writers, so if you want to come back to my place we can do that." (Ok, I had to be cool here. I couldn't let on that I wanted to make out with her really bad, but I couldn't just puss out. So with all my hormones on backfire, I began to play it like a smooth operator would, I even hummed the music in my head.) "Well, I'm no makeout king or anything. In fact I don't like making out that much, I just thought it would be a good ploy to get you to write for my ezine." "Why didn't you just ask me if I wanted to write for your ezine?" "Because then I'd sound like a dork." "You are a dork, aren't you?" (This is where it got tricky. The music stopped humming in my head and I started to get nervous. I really wanted to make out with this girl, but I really wanted her to write for my ezine. WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO!?!) "Heh, I was just joking. I don't run an ezine. My friend does. I write for it sometimes. Once he was on vacation and he let me release an issue for him so you know, I use that to impress people. Most people don't even know what an ezine is, but I figured if you did then maybe we could make out." "No one has ever been this up front with me before, especially an ezine writer. To be just a contributor to an ezine, you certainly know what you want. I take back what I said about you being dorky. Let's go make out." (And that, my friends, is how it's done. Should you be the editor of an ezine just tell the hot girl sitting across from you that you aren't so when you speak with the sly wit of an editor she will be impressed and be all "Oh wow, have you ever thought of starting your own ezine?") We paid our bill at the diner and took off to her place where the making out was hot and heavy, like something out of one of those movies where the only thing the models are good at doing is taking off their clothes. As the thought of making out with an intelligent and NAKED girl crossed my mind, she began to undress. She pulled away from the kiss and with a bit of tease took off her shirt and I didn't think things could get any better... So then, she whips out this tentacle from under her skirt which I don't understand at first, because the skirt was pretty short, like to short to be hiding a tentacle under, and she's got this look on her face, a menacing grin. "I thought we were just going to make out..." "Yeah, we'll get back to that. But first-" "NO! YOU ARE NOT STICKING THAT IN ME!" "Well then you aren't going to get to stick yours in me." "FINE!" "FINE!" "I think I'm going to get going..." "You know where the door is." (By this point the tentacle retracted nearly as fast as it had made its appearance.) "WELL WHY DON'T YOU JUST FUCK YOUR STUPID TENTACLE THEN YOU FREAKISH ANIME WHORE! IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU HAD A TENTACLE THEN I WOULDN'T HAVE BOUGHT YOU DINNER! IT'S TYPICAL THAT SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN! AS SOON AS I GET HOME, I'M GOING TO WRITE A TFILE ABOUT YOU AND YOUR TENTACLE!" And so I left, to return to my trusty computer and write a tfile about the girl with the freakish tentacle. heh gir sure is weird.. IV. [] [] [] Impossible Love [] [] [] by:Vorstyles Ron entered the department store, the front for his employer for more than a year. His gaze rose from the waxed floor to her. She was the girl he loved, as he had since he first saw her a year ago. A ball of fashion and class, she stood, looking off in the distance. She never looked towards him... she never cared for him. Ron dropped his eyes back down. Maybe one day she would be his... but in his mind he doubted it. Ron made an effort to dodge her, taking the long way to the offices. On the desk, was his list of projects for the day. "Great!" his first task was to work with her. New merchandise had arrived, and needed to be displayed. Ron frowned, as he gathered the clothes from his desk. His mind wandered off into an alternate world, where she and he smile together, his lips touch hers, their eyes pass love between them. Ron simmered in these thoughts longer than usual, and he felt an unusual warmth grow... lighting... nay... igniting something inside him. Ron walked towards her with the clothes. He followed the edge of her cheek with his eyes; her porcelain skin smiling softly at him. He smiled as he approached her. "You look wonderful... but of course you always do..." She didn't turn her head towards him; her expression sealed on her face, unchanging. Ron didn't waver... his newfound initiative moving him in pursuit. "I've admired you for awhile, and well... i know we work together, but i was wondering if you ever would consider... us... erm... well..." Ron's strength seemed to be floundering. She didn't respond. She didn't move. Ron felt his love turn to anger. She ignored him. She didn't even acknowledge him. "How could she be soo... soo... " Ron lashed out, his hands cupping around her neck. His eyes caught hers... Cold, unemotional eyes met his gaze, and he squeezed. His fingers vibrated under the pressure... His heart raced. But she didn't move. He screamed at her, telling her of his love. He wanted her to know. He wanted her... He wanted her to die. He pulled her to the ground, and began to slam her skill to the floor, sounding loudly through the store, as his hands squeezed about her milky white neck. Tears erupted from his eyes, as he was grabbed by the arms, and pulled away from her... She laid still on the floor, unmoving... And, his manager ran up to the scene, looking straight at Ron. "What are you doing... To this... this.. Mannequin?!?" V. Chat Logs: by BlueVillain42 sometime in 06.**.03 .. got a chat log? wanna make it famous? submit it to me at teamblack@blackburnmail.com recorded off efnet -> ..eh little does krznpsk know that he has been idolized in blue skin. good for him! #ezines 14[23:14] 15* krznpsk (~jorge@adsl-20-123-62.chs.bellsouth.net) has joined #ezines 14[23:15] <0krznpsk> hi, everybody 14[23:15] <0krznpsk> everybody happy in here? 14[23:18] <0krznpsk> yo my name is krznpsk and i'm here to say 14[23:19] <0krznpsk> i'm rockin' that krznpsk in a major way 14[23:19] <0krznpsk> so if you like krznpsk just listen to me 14[23:19] <0krznpsk> krznpsk is cool in 2003 14[23:21] 15* krznpsk has quit IRC [] [] [] VI. Outro [] [] [] by BlueVillain42 03.14.03 3:12 AM Well see you bye oh god. Please submit articles because Jazo-O said Im desperate. email me. Bye see you outside. ..catch the next blue-skin July 15th. b. [19:06] hehe [19:06] so ill be in here pm me when your finished thanks ill pay you back [19:08] hahah dude Im so key [19:08] I promised Jazo EBA Id publish on the 30th just like him [19:08] so he thinks he has less competition because he has more time to finish [19:08] but ima do that f00l in just like that by publishin tomorrow [19:08] and then once more on the 30th [19:08] yeah man [19:08] that guy is gonna be screwed [19:08] like bacon pie SUBMIT: I would love it if you submit articles to BS. On what you ask? Well just about anything! As long as its not too stupid. Submit to teamblack@blackburnmail.com today! ######################################### efnet : #BlueSkin Feel free to redistribute this document, although no fee can be charged and the content must not be altered or modified in any way. Unauthorized use of any part of this document is prohibited. All rights reserved by the individual contributors. ..special thanks to vorstyles for creating ascii.