* * * * * * B O D Y B U L L E T I N * * * * * * No video this month, so all you vidroids can hibernate in your TVs until the annual Festival of the Festered, presented in Sensurround Omnimax Odorama (well, maybe just a super-8 film projected into the viewer's eyes at point-blank range). Anyway, in keeping with this newsletter's tradition of upholding Mom, Apple Pie, and the American Way, here are the latest facts and a few new additions to the standard phormat. (Note: incorrect facts are not my responsibility) THE TRIAD Ist... Steve Clagg Pts: XII IInd... Eric Scharf Pts: IX IIIrd... Tim Tozer Pts: VIII THE UNDEAD Mark Rafn... IV Lena Sorenson... II(*) Garret Kang... VI Pete Kafka... V (narrowly escaped being re-euthanized) Bob Thorn... VII Doug Ferry... IV Alan Thompson... I Chris Cecil... II Eric Bisset... VI Stuart Seelye... III John Barnett... II Franc Vincenzi... II Conrad Seelye... III Roger Rozeniak... III THE HUMAN INTEREST STORIES Joe Bekey... found a room with an infinite number of monkeys, an and infinite number of typewriters, an infinite number of witnesses, and several of Shakespeare's plays. Jon Rottermund... went to that great lard and herpes factory in the sky (but one can always treasure a vision of his swift yet elegant arm movements from Hostess Puss Cake to mouth at thirty beats per minute). Mike Nelson... overdosed on vitamin C and accidentally absorbed self (don't worry, Mike, no one else will understand it). Bruce Yule and John Lloye... are the grand prize winners in this week's surprise lottery. Each of them wins the priviledge of donating his body to the special effects unit of Festival of the Festered. Kevin Bruce, Ron Engstrom, John Nelson... shot (**) Any other extraneous humans... report to the mass grave (see **) * Unconfirmed. Any person falling victim to uncertain facts must report to LIMBO until the issue is resolved. ** All assassins resorting to such primitive and unoriginal means of anihilation as mere guns will henceforth be herded into a mass grave to be dug in the upper field before the next game. I'm out of room and it's quarter to midnight, so NEXT GAME be prepared for an onslaught of leftovers -- Sardaeum |
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