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Date Posted: 19:25:34 03/07/03 Fri
Author: Terrence Lucian Basil II
Subject: Dead Man's Party
In reply to: Mysterious Ex-Deliveryman 's message, "Eyeballing" on 19:27:22 02/12/03 Wed

"Right this way, ladies!" Terrence smirked, leading Jill and Paula out of the bar. He presented his plump prize on his arm and a peeved Paula pursuing. "Now, there's a Marriot over by the disco, and a Gort's near the�"

SLAM.

"Did you just hear something?"

"...Hm? Uh, no, I guess not." Jill replied, too enthralled with Terrence for some reason to notice anything at all. Paula remained silent, but her optics took on an all too fimilar glint....

SLAM. SLAM.

"There it is again!"

"Weird."

"I think we should find a hotel soon. And by soon I mean now."

"It's probably nothing to�"

SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.

Jill clung tightly to Terrence, who tried to squeeze out another reassurance. As soon as a word managed to pop in his head, a deafening war cry bellowed from behind. The trio whipped around, Jill releasing her grip just in time to avoid being smacked by a massive claw...which sent Terrence flying. The hulking, colossal figure pulled back its limb, in turn completing the tear of its cloak. The behemothic metal monster was impossibly imposing. It looked as if it had seen centuries of strain and survival. Jill screamed and Paula was speechless.

"Such a satisfying shriek!" It cackled. "It feels so good to be home!"

Paula's combat programming kicked in, prompting her to whip out her stolen mechgun and take aim...until she was effortlessly swiped aside by the mammoth mechanism. Its attention had turned to Jill. "What have we here?" It chuckled. "A fat little catch!" The giant crouched down due to its gargantuan height and her lack of it. A skeletal finger prodded at Jill's soft stomach. "Oh, a satisfying prey indeed."

The disturbing levity in the predator's voice suddenly vanished. Its broken optics narrowed, and the psuedosmile forged from its "mouth" was gone. "Carnivores never become corpulent. But your sloth and weakness have given birth to a very, very important event. With your final breath, the universe will know that the Rampage has returned. My art will have a new audience.

I thank you."

His shattered eyes narrowed, and the gigantic claw rose into the air, spreading wide. The rows of serrated teeth shined in the artificial light of Rugby. The unguis came crashing down....

"Carnivores never become corpulent."
�Anthelme Brillat-Savarin, La Physiologie du Gout

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