|-----------------------------------| | -=> SOCIAL DISEASE SRH USHQ <=- | | | | presents a new intro | | simply called: | |-----------------------------------| | - V I S I O N - | `-----------------------------------' | - V I S I O N - | | is unique to most other intros | | you may have viewed from various | | groups in the past... | | | | - S R H - | | ...dedicated to quality products. | | NOT intros packed | | with cheap adds to call boards! | | | |-----------------------------------| | - V I S I O N - | | | | was released by -SRH- on 06.30.94 | | The stories contained herein | | are purely fictional | | | `-----------------------------------' | - S R H - | |-----------------------------------| | greets the following groups: | | | | ATX - AFL - CPT - CLS - CSL - DCS | | DLM - DSL - FLT - GOD - HLM - LSD | | MST - PDX - PSX - SBL - RMK - TRZ | `-----------------------------------' | Quick Creds | |-----------------------------------| | code & gfx...Intruder/SRH | | music......Timewalker/PMC | | stories.........J.Gutwein | welcome again to the latest srh production this one coming from social disease bbs. we got a strange idea before coding this prod that it might be sort of interesting to contain some actual literature in the scroll text by means of - short stories - ......short stories have been very popular for years in almost every area of the world .....so anyway no fucking bbs addies here!!!!....after all...true sceners dont need to scrape bbs numbas from a fuckin intro! do they!? sorry this just pisses the fuck outta me!! ....enough shit....lets get started eh?!...these stories were written by a personal friend of mine - jenifer gutwein - ....the first story is entitled: - escape from insanity - click left mouse any time to exit intro . story starting in ...9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1..reality...what was it?? what kind of truth was it?? why couldnt i accept it and understand it like everyone else? maybe the only reason i wasnt able to accept it was because i was sane and they were not. something happened to them one day and i must have missed it fore i still had my sanity. i would sit day after day alone and wollow in pain for all of them. my flesh became raw from the bitter draft that crept from underneath the doors. i would force myself to stand outside for atleast a half hour every day. but everytime i saw someone i became hysterical and frightened...so after a while i just bolted my doors and swore to myself to never come out again. i began to hear distant voices calling my childhood name...timothy..timothy... the voices would get louder and raspier...timothy..timothy...they sounded as if the devil were screaming in torture. after a while they would go away. the windows would tremble in fear. the doors screamed to be let open. i felt fear and confusion. i had to hide. i had to get out. i had to escape the voices. i had to escape them before they got me. i hid in the molding bathroom until i heard the doors quite down. i knew my time had come. my opportunity had finally arrisen to rid myself of this crazy world before it was too late...i came out and sat myself down on my favorite multi colored chair. as i sat i wondered what kind of plan was capable of not only escaping reality and its insane inhabitants -the people- but also escape a withering man of a repetitous life. then it came to me a plan of all plans. yes...and this plan would suit my purpose well indeed. later that evening as i was preparing myself for the nights rest i pondered of the following morning knowing that i had a busy day ahead of me. the night drifted by peacefully without interruption. that morning an eiry strangeness aroused me. i felt as if there was a single stream of energy jetting through my body body. i unbolted teh back door and walked out. the suns scorching beams stung my eyes. i closed to get accustomed to the bright colors. looking to my right i saw the fence that i built long ago to separate me from the world. i centered my eyes on the oak tree. it was strong in its features. it stood proudly near the fence. as i looked on i saw what i was looking for. the hammock it was still connected to the tree and fence. almost forgetting the rusted shovel in my hands i began to dig a hole in the hardened ground underenath the hammock. with every scoop of dirt i transported it onto the hammock. by the time i got the hole to my satisfaction it was late. even the sun fell asleep in the mountains. i went inside not forgetting to bolt my door and retired for the night. after a few hours of serene sleep i was abruptly awaken by a voice screaming in agony using my name to pain me...timothy...timothy...then as quickly as it came it was gone. again in the morning i woke and began to carry out with my plan. i built a wooden box only big enough for my sanity and i to lay comfortably. after finishing that i lowered it into the hole i had dug the previous day. nearing completion of my plan i walked toward the house to sleep and anticipated to dream of my plan of escape from insanity. as i entered the door i saw a figure run past me and down into the hall. i noticed the front door was wide open. frantically i started to panic. without hesitation i darted to the kitchen drawer. abruptly opening it i grabbed the sharpest knife i could find. turning towards the back door i quickly exited the room while gasping in horror. on the short spree from the door to the hammock i screamed towards the entity - you will never catch me - ...when i reached the hammock i stabbed violently beneath it and let loose the wild dirt. dropping the beastly knife i pulled the lid off the coffin and laid inside. i covered my body with the lid and listened to the wild dirt as it laid upon me...........elsewhere in the morning hours after the escape a young nurse walked past a man talking to himself. the young nurse turned toward an older nurse and asked her who the man was. - oh - the nurse said looking at the man.... - that is timothy...it seems that some of his neighbors broke in to look for him to see if he was ok and they found that someone had burried him in the backyard. what has the world come to? crazy people running around in our own neiborhoods. its a good thing he was ok. nice man that timothy. its always the good people. - the end - now for our second story. this one simply entitled: - the tree - starting in 9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2.. in the dream the tree swayed gently against the wind. a child sat infront of it with her legs crossed. her eyes gazed in wonder at the huge landmark. in her tiny mind she searched for the answer of what made it so big. it was 3 o-clock when his mind turned on him and stole his sweet little marissa and put him threw a storm of nightmares. in the nightmare marissa sat there still in a set gaze. her frail body began to shiver from the sudden chill in the wind. the sky turned black and the amazing tree turned face and began to truely live as a beast in the nightmare. the child stunned by fear did not move. the tree starving for flesh took fancy on the child who sat in front of him. how sweet she looked sitting there with her yellow summer dress he thought.. his evil almost slipped from his torn branches. but hunger took over and any pity for the girl that the tree had deep down in his core was now gone and forgotten. it was 4 o-clock when he realized what was going to happen. he struggled to wake but exhaustion overwhelmed him. the power of the dream kept him there in its wicked reality. he had to continue on watching the horrid flick. no strength was in the child so she continued on sitting nothing was in her mind she was completely blank. the tree held her in his trance. she was his prey. the tree began his preparation for his feast. he advanced toward her druewling for her soft flesh. wanting her made him crazy. his detiorating branches grabbed at her eagerly. he tore her limbs apart while she screamed in horrid pain.. stuffing her into his mouth while spitting out the bones. his feast was short fore it was only a child to fill him. it was 5 o-clock when the nightmare released him from its grasp. sweat lingered on his body as he laid there in tears for that little girl. His heart ripped open and all pain poured in.. to never leave him. that little girls face burned into his memory. he would never forget her fore how could a man ever forget his daughter. - the end - thaz all folks scroll re-starting in 9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1.................................................