Here are the initial reports from the drunken tripping fucked up TV Axe smashers.
God... smash one TV with an axe and you suddenly get a bad reputation
that dogs you for the duration. I mean, just because a little glass flies
into someone's eye, or Jasmine just happens to take out part of the hotel's
blinds....
I dunno. Just count me out of the litigation. I wasn't even here. And I especially never held that axe. Several times.
Brian Hodge
gut crushing establishment busters inhabit this space witnessed TV death
by axe and the philosophy of media burn took some heat. pleased to be counted
here in Death Equinox
Schwann
This has been a strange realm created by Jasmine and the rest of the
Cyber-Psychos. I've tried my best to keep up with the mob of chaotic thrill
seekers here but my cowardice is still holding me back. I did my best to hide
the axe though(g).
Mike Smith
Thinking, feeling, typing. The axe can be a powerful tool in
Cnidaria's arsenal. The importance of its usage (potential OR actual)
in the pseudo-systematic detruction of the evil "hypno-ray" device
can not be understated. If properly utilized, it can help to begin
the de-programming of consumerist-destructivist society and help put
humanity back on a path which maybe, with a LOT of hard work (and
tentacle licking) can save us from the Fiery Rain of Cnidocytes
which is certain to suck very badly for us humans if it occurs.
The "hypno-ray" device, cleverly disguised as a meaningful and
pleasant distraction from the bothers and sensations of Real Life(tm)
is in actuality an anti-Cnidarian propaganda machine which utilizes
hidden and distasteful techniques to encourage the ongoing destruction
of the Cnidarian nature preserve. While it is true that certain
Cnidarian agents have infiltrated the "hypno-ray" programming and
writing, and animation departments and production facilities, they
are still vastly outnumbered by their evil counterparts. So remember,
axes can be our friends, and should be used when appropriate.
St. Yardley, Guardian of the Mystical Axe
Sumpin' bad happened to Schwann's comment, and I don't know what.
See, we've been too lost in other dimensions to do the web hi, and I seem
to have glass in my eye anyway. So we stumbled over here, and now
no one can remember how to type and I just zapped half of Schwann's
comments. I give up. We'll put up posts later. Let's go get
another...
Jasmine
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