So I'm A Little Strange (1126 hits)
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Submitted by Uber Madness 2004 (View user info) at 2004-04-12 15:14:22 EDT
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Entry 1
Dr. Richard B. Strange hopped out of bed to the sound of the morning radio show, humming a tune and skipping about like a ninny. As he walked down the hallway to his kitchen he put his hands out and did a little twirl, leading into a hop over his cat, Speedbump. Today was the day. All the years of research and development had led to this day. This glorious day. Could life get any better?"Hell no," he answered himself as he flipped his eggs and buttered his toast. "It damn sure couldn't."
Speedbump twisted between his ankles in a figure eight pattern, begging. Richard was in a spectacular mood, so he flipped good 'ol Bump a whole piece of bacon. Speedbump hopped up in the air and gingerly caught it, a trick Richard had thought limited to dogs until Bump came along.
An hour later he pulled his aging Camry (lovingly referred to his piece of steaming shit, POSS for short) into the parking lot reserved for employees who had not yet shown InterAct Technologies their worth. This parking lot was a ten minute walk from the building Richard worked in, but today, that didn't bother him. Pretty soon he'd be driving a beamer into a nice big parking spot at the front entrance.
"Oooh baby baby," he sang, shaking his flat white ass as he walked across the parking lot. "Ba ba ba baby, ooh baby baby, ba ba ba baby."
He smiled winningly at the pretty receptionist as he signed in. She didn't smile back. That was ok, pretty soon he'd have pretty receptionists lined up at his door and this one could take a swim in a cement vat for all he cared.
"Harry, hi." He said to his colleague as he strolled into the office they shared with the two other members of their team. Only he should have called him High Harry by the look and smell of him.
"'Sup, DickBStrange. Today's the big day."
"Yes it is."
"You stoked?"
"What do you think?"
"I think pretty soon I'm gonna be knockin' back shots of Cuervo, chillin at my beach house in Cancun with a pretty mamasita on each knee, that's what I think."
"My friend, I think you are right."
Just then, Mary and Eli walked in. Eli grabbed his notes and headed straight for the lab. Mary's eyes were alight with excitement, and she bore a flushed look and bed head from hell. He might think she had just walked in after a session of head board breaking sex, if he didn't know her so well. She was pretty in an off-kilter sort of way. Her glasses slipped to the end of her nose as she began preparing reports. She looked up at him occasionally, smiling, her eyes big and brown. God, but she could be sexy sometimes.
"You ready for this, Mare?"
"Ripe and ready, Dr. Dick."
Harry went through two bags of Doritos as he prepared the files for transfer. Finally, he leaned back, and sighed.
"God, I'm thirsty. Anyway, it's ready."
The three of them joined Eli in the lab. They gathered around the object they had spent so many months working on. The prototype. It stood about three feet high. It slightly resembled the tin man from "The Wizard of Oz." Harry had even added a funnel shaped hat to the top of the little guy's head. He had also, in his infinite stoner wisdom, painted a grin over the small speaker box that served for its mouth, and a joint hanging from the corner of said grin. Two small dishes protruded from the sides of the funnel, resembling ears. Instead of legs, the little Tin Man had wheels. Harry had dubbed the prototype "Little Strange" after the team leader, and the name had stuck.
Little Strange could perform a variety of functions already. He could clean, he could feed your pets, he could solve complicated equations and was a walking dictionary/thesaurus. He had an internal modem that could connect him (and you through him) to the internet at any time. He could perform hundreds of useful tasks, both small and large. But as of right now, there was not much of anything that made him stand out among the thousands of helper bots available in stores today. He could compute a little faster, sure. But better, faster robots were being built all the time. So regardless of his various capacities, he was not yet anything special. Until today. In a few minutes, Little Strange would be the first sentient, self aware robot in the history of mankind. Richard mentally patted himself on the back as he watched Mary prepare the robot.
Granted Little Strange wouldn't be the brightest. Hypothetically, Richard theorized that the addition of a personality would dumb the robot down. Emotions and self-awareness often got in the way of human thinking. Richard had a feeling Little Strange would be no different. But he would learn. Like a child, he would grow and adapt. He was programmed to already know certain basic things about himself. His name. What he was. Richard hoped this would make the adjustment to reality easier.
"Is the equipment ready, Eli?"
"Check."
"The chip ready, Harry?"
"Check, man."
"Mary, is the chip socket mounted?"
"Ready to mount. There. Time to insert tab A into Slot B, Dr. Dick."
Did everything she say come off as innuendo?
"Ok, team. I just want to say a few words before we do this. We've all worked really hard on this project. Harry deserves a lot of praise for writing the program for the personality chip. Mary deserves a lot of praise for her work on the internal connectors to make the chip respond properly to the program. And Eli has been indispensable, of course, for his work on the hardware."
"Don't forget who designed the program and chip to begin with, Dr. Dick."
"Yes, yes, I'm a badass. Anyway, the important thing, what I really want to say, is that I've thoroughly enjoyed working on this project with all of you, and you've all become my best frie-"
"Dude, does Denny's serve breakfast all day?" Harry whispered loudly to Eli
.
"...Friends. Ahem. I feel a really deep bond between the four of us-"
"Yeah, man. Of course they serve breakfast all day. What, were you grown on a retard farm, boy?"
"AHEM! A deep bond-"
"Cool, man, you wanna go there on break? I'm cravin' some pancakes and a cheeseburger."
"Dammit, let's just put the fucking chip in, then."
An exasperated Richard motioned for Eli to start the equipment. Mary lifted the cap from Little Strange's head and stepped back from the table. Harry placed the chip into the proboscis on the end of the machine that Eli was operating. Nothing left but to do it. Richard motioned Eli to start the delicate process.
A half an hour later, Richard was fine tuning the machinery inside Little Strange's head. He stepped back as Mary replaced the cap and motioned everyone near.
"Well this is it." He held the remote activator in his hand, and prepared to flip the switch that would activate Little Strange. He had flipped the switch many times before, but this time it was different. A tangible feeling of momentous import hung in the air, buzzing like electricity. No wait, that was the remote. Shit. He flipped the switch.
Little Strange's visual receptors lit up, and he sat up from his slightly crouched position. He looked from Richard, to Mary, to Harry, then to Eli. Each in turn. He seemed to take them all in. The robot's speaker box vibrated as he spoke his first words as a sentient being. This was monumental. This was history in the making.
"Dude, you got any doritos?"
"What ...the ...fuck?" Richard stood there with his jaw dropped.
Harry cackled maniacally.
Never let a pothead program a robot.
- VS -
Entry 2
"Ok Mr. Jackson, you know why you're here. Let's get down to business shall we?"Detective Samuels pulled a pocket tape recorder out of his suit coat pocket, hit the record button, and placed the recorder midway between himself and Roger Jackson. He leaned back in his chair and addressed Mr. Jackson quite formally.
"What did you do with the heads, Roger?"
Roger Jackson was about to speak for the first time since they brought him to the station and put him in the little interrogation room. He wasn't quite sure what he was going to say to the detective, but the truth seemed out of the question.
"I didn't do anything to them. They did stuff to me".
"What do you mean by that, Roger?"
"Nothing, detective. Nothing."
Detective Samuels was examining Roger Jackson's face, looking for any sign of emotion. He didn't know exactly what he was dealing with here; he just knew that Jackson had done some strange things. Things that would have driven other people to the brink of madness.
"So the heads did stuff to you? Did they look at you funny? Did they mock you? Would they talk to you?"
"Stop detective. Stop right now. You have no idea......."
Roger Jackson looked down at the table in front of him. It was nice and shiny, shiny like the table at home in his basement. The cutting table. It gave him comfort.
"Ok, Roger, let's not talk about the heads right now, let's concentrate on other things. Did you make Sheila Roberts beg for her life, Roger? We saw the pictures, they were quite interesting. Quite interesting. How long was she hanging from that hook before you decided that she wasn't worth talking to anymore?"
"Not long", Roger replied. "Just long enough."
Roger was twisting in his seat now. There was a little bit of sweat beading up on his brow. Detective Samuels thought that this was going to be easy. It shouldn't be hard breaking this rotten son-of-a-bitch.
"What about the blood, Roger. There were cans of blood sitting all around the room. Why did you need all of Sheila's blood? What were you going to do with it?"
"It wasn't all her blood, detective."
Now, there was something they didn't know. When they brought him in today they had found Maxwell House coffee cans full of blood sitting in his basement room. They were all covered with little snap on tops like they were being saved for something special. It was unnerving to some of the cops. Seasoned veterans had to leave the room because they were getting sick. They thought it was all Sheila's.
"C'mon Roger, we know that you were saving the blood for something. We also know that Sheila Roberts was hanging on that meat hook for at least 3 days. Let me tell you what else we know."
Detective Samuels went into all of the gory details of the last few months of Roger Jackson's life.
"We know you abducted at least three women over the last 4 months, Roger. Sheila Roberts, Candace Armelian, and Sarah Blanchford. We know you murdered them brutally and cut their bodies up into about a million pieces. We know that we never found their heads. We know that you saved some of their blood. We found doctors instruments and hospital equipment in your basement. What we want to know is why."
Roger was becoming agitated.
"They were there"
"Excuse me?"
"They were there, you idiot!" screamed Roger Jackson. "They were just there!"
Detective Samuels couldn't believe his ears.
Roger continued his rant. He couldn't stand to sit here and relive the details of his accomplishments while knowing that the detective didn't have the facts straight. It was bothering him to hear that the detective thought he was just a mere killer.
There were things that Samuels didn't know. Things Roger considered telling him.
Roger Jackson's strange behavior started when he was 13 years old. He had abducted a 5 year old boy from a local mall and taken him to an old abandoned warehouse on the seedy side of his home town. He bludgeoned this boy to death with a ball peen hammer that he had borrowed from his father's tool box. After he killed him, he repeatedly raped him and then jammed an old piece of metal pipe into his rectum. He slid lit firecrackers down the pipe for an hour, watching as the paper would come shooting out of the end of the pipe when the firecrackers exploded. What fun he had that day! He was never caught for that one, and the case remains open until this day. Roger also kept a little of the boys blood. He was fond of saving a souvenir of his escapades, and blood was so easy to get.
When he was fourteen, Roger kept a 7 year old girl tied to a tree out in the woods behind his house for three days. He slowly drained her blood one drop at a time. He would fill up old mayonnaise jars with it and bury them at various places in the woods. After she died he raped her a minimum of twenty times before he buried her in a shallow grave where nobody would ever find her.
There were other things. Lots of things far more gruesome and disgusting.
"Fuck, detective, haven't you just had the impulse to do something strange? Something bad? We all have those feelings."
"Not me", Detective Samuels lied. The detective knew he had these thoughts. He was having them right now. He wanted to strangle Roger Jackson for what he had done to those poor girls. He wanted to do insanely bad things to this man.
"Look detective, I like the heads, but they don't like me. I have to cut them off because I can't stand it when they spit at me; when they call me names."
Now it all came flowing out as Roger felt the truth release him.
"I skinned them you know. I skinned them alive before I raped them. It was energy, detective. ENERGY!!! I felt it in their pulses; I saw it in the way that the blood would shoot out of their jugular veins or femoral arteries. The blood would come out like a fountain and I would watch as it landed on the floor or on the wall or on my clothes. Oh it was fantastic, detective! Blood is metallic, did you know that? It tastes like pennies unless you have too much of it, then it tastes like....well....it tastes like domination."
Detective Samuels sat there across from Roger Jackson with his mouth wide open. His revulsion was growing with every word Roger spoke.
"You know how easy it is to skin a human body detective? You make a few cuts here, a slice there, and then you just peel back the skin. Our skin is very resilient detective, very tough. It makes for a nice bedspread."
Detective Samuels had closed his mouth. He casually glanced at the recorder to make sure it was getting all of this.
"I'm very good at it you know, good at skinning. Good at killing. Good at fucking. They loved it while I was fucking them. They told me so, even after they were dead they told me. I could still hear their screams of ecstasy as I was pounding their bloody carcasses. Then the screams stopped and the heads started to complain. That why I had to get rid of them."
Samuels opened a roll of Rolaids and popped a few into his mouth. He wasn't sure if it would help settle his stomach or not but he needed something.
"So where are they, Roger? Where are the heads?"
"You really want to know, detective?"
"Yes, Roger, I really want to know."
Roger scanned detective Samuels face for just a moment, gauging whether or not he was ready for the information that he was about to give him.
"Lamps, detective. I make them into lamps."
Detective Samuels took a long hard look at Roger Jackson over the next few seconds. He rolled this thought around in his head for a minute and then he asked,
"Where are these lamps, Roger?"
Roger smiled.
"I sell them, detective. 29.95 a pop. Goth kids love them. I can't keep them in stock. It's a great way to shut the heads up. They try to talk me out of it but I sell them anyway. I can't stand fucking listening to them."
Roger didn't want to ask the next question, but he had to.
"How many have you sold, Roger?"
"I did three thousand dollars in sales last year detective. Skull lamps are good business."
Detective Samuels did the math in his head.
"You sick fuck. You mean to tell me that there are over a hundred victims skulls sitting in teenagers bedrooms or apartments right now?"
Roger looked relaxed, almost calm.
"That was just last year, detective. I've been doing this for 8 years. I've built quite a business with my lamps. Had some great sex too. Also, I've become quite handy with a knife and a hacksaw."
"You are one twisted piece of shit Roger. One completely and utterly mind numbing piece of shit and I hope they give you the chair."
Detective Samuels had heard enough. He got up from his chair, grabbed his recorder and walked out of the room. He needed a bathroom break but he wasn't sure if he had to piss or throw up. His stomach was churning and the Rolaids didn't help.
Roger watched him as he left the room. After the door was closed, Roger leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath. He looked around the room and it was then that he noticed the little video camera that was mounted up in the corner. It had its eye trained on him and he knew it was taking videotape.
The last thing that he did before the detectives came and took him away was look up at the camera, smile, and say,
"So I'm a little strange, detective. Sue me."
These exact same words were printed on the cover of a special edition of Time magazine no more than a week later.
Entry 1:
Anansie
beer-turtle
BLITZKREIG_BOB
catscradle
Chronic
DraconianKing
griffsrgr8
Heimdallsman
Herpes
iddqd
JohnGalt
Kaelic
Kimba
kimmy02721
lizadoolittle
Loren1
lucid
Mr_Insanity
PinkyG
potatomanjack
quack
satchel
SPE
T.chow
tammy
vildy
volklcess
whataefag
William_Q_Percy
Yes
26 eligible votes (30 total) *
Entry 2:
Anjie
antluvdog
bargled
Bigmike
Death_Metal_Dude
Deisangua
engine13
Falconer
fionavar
gascs
LadyPlural
Luckystar
Method
mystiamoon
NerfHerder
nyagoc
ohlookasquirrel
Papajoe
Phinch
Razor
Scott_James
shark25
socialdropout
spedmonkey
speeddaimon
SpikeGoddess
theWELLofZION
Titinita
transcendent
triliad
uber_smitty
wijormiclat
WillZone
wlmk06
YELLOW-MAN
Zod
29 eligible votes (36 total) *
* Eligible votes are those made by users who had either (A) posted 3+ messages OR (B) written 100+ [lowered from 750+] reviews as of the beginning of the UberMadness! competition.
User Reviews
Submitted by Anansie at 2004-04-14 20:33:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
If you want to know the truth, I am actually relieved to be out of the competition. I have so much crap to do with work and school.
Good job Big Mike. Good luck next round.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2004-04-14 12:51:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice job Anansie.
Submitted by tammy (user info) at 2004-04-13 22:42:28 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by iddqd (user info) at 2004-04-13 20:31:23 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Scott_James (user info) at 2004-04-13 20:07:08 EDT (#)
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Submitted by lizadoolittle (user info) at 2004-04-13 19:10:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Funny...#1 got my attention right away, and built up the anticipation. I liked it!
The second one was good, too, but I liked #1 better.
Submitted by Kaelic (user info) at 2004-04-13 18:17:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Fuck you, whoever wrote entry 2.
Submitted by bargled (user info) at 2004-04-13 17:59:32 EDT (#)
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Submitted by theWELLofZION (user info) at 2004-04-13 15:55:42 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Loren1 (user info) at 2004-04-13 15:55:35 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2004-04-13 15:25:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I Loved #1, But number 2 ran it over.
Submitted by engine13 (user info) at 2004-04-13 15:11:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
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Submitted by vildy (user info) at 2004-04-13 13:42:54 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by volklcess (user info) at 2004-04-13 13:13:25 EDT (#)
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The first one was very creative. The second one just made me sick to my stomach.
Submitted by William_Q_Percy (user info) at 2004-04-13 12:54:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow, this was a good match!
Submitted by Mr_Insanity (user info) at 2004-04-13 11:21:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Doritos?
Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2004-04-13 10:50:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
oops i forgot to comment. #1 sucked me in and i was really loving it until the huge lame one-liner at the end from the robot. Author 1 could re-write this and make it fantastic if he/she fixed the ending. Post 2 was better
Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2004-04-13 10:46:44 EDT (#)
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Submitted by kimmy02721 (user info) at 2004-04-13 10:21:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
There were both pretty much a let down. The endings just didn't do it for me. :-(
Submitted by NerfHerder (user info) at 2004-04-13 08:57:51 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by SPE (user info) at 2004-04-13 03:30:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
i liked both
Submitted by Papajoe (user info) at 2004-04-13 02:48:51 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by socialdropout (user info) at 2004-04-13 01:32:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
personally, i thought neither was better, but i vote 1 on everything, so this time im breaking the habit.... plus i have one of those skull lamps on my dresser -seriously-
Submitted by PinkyG (user info) at 2004-04-13 01:24:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Entry 2 was so extremely disturbing that I couldn't, in good conscience, vote for it...
Submitted by wlmk06 (user info) at 2004-04-13 01:03:57 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Writer of Entry 1 at 2004-04-12 23:31:11 EDT (#)
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Thanks, Writer of Entry 2, but I know I could have done a lot better if I had thought about it more and spent more time on it. I just don't think I deserve to win this round. Damn that everclear, it will be the my downfall!
Thanks though, you rock.
Submitted by nyagoc (user info) at 2004-04-12 23:19:38 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by writer of post 2 at 2004-04-12 23:07:39 EDT (#)
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Submitted by SpikeGoddess (user info) at 2004-04-12 20:15:11 (#)
Ranking: 2
Entry 2 was extremely gorey, but I love the fact that you didn't shy away from entering your character's mind. You did what we were taught in acting school, which is to make the MOST intense choices you can make.
By jove, I think you've got it Spike.
Part of the reason I wrote this is because I had to know how strange Roger was.
Roger's been kicking around in my head for awhile.
Post number one did not suck. Please don't say that, writer of post number 1. This is close.
Submitted by triliad (user info) at 2004-04-12 23:06:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Meh. 1 was anticlimactic.
Submitted by YELLOW-MAN (user info) at 2004-04-12 22:52:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
perish and all is lost.
Submitted by antluvdog (user info) at 2004-04-12 22:18:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Both very good. This was an incredibly tough decision. I liked #2 because I like crime.
Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2004-04-12 21:49:38 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Death_Metal_Dude (user info) at 2004-04-12 21:10:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Round 3 baby!
Submitted by Writer of Entry 1 at 2004-04-12 21:00:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Yes, yes, I know it sucks ass. I spent my entire weekend drinking and then wrote this piece of trite crap in the hour between school and work. I hope Entry 2 wins because I suck, suck, suck.
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2004-04-12 20:57:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Veronika at 2004-04-12 20:55:59 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-04-12 20:42:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
heh. that was amusingly horrible. or horribly amusing. im not sure which, but thats ok.
Submitted by wijormiclat (user info) at 2004-04-12 20:26:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Very tough choice...
Submitted by JohnGalt (user info) at 2004-04-12 20:25:39 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by SpikeGoddess (user info) at 2004-04-12 20:15:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Both good posts. I really liked Number 1 a lot, but I felt like it was too much buildup for a pot-smoker joke.
Entry 2 was extremely gorey, but I love the fact that you didn't shy away from entering your character's mind. You did what we were taught in acting school, which is to make the MOST intense choices you can make.
Submitted by Razor (user info) at 2004-04-12 20:09:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
The first was slightly better written but the ending was a letdown.
The second was not quite as well written, the dialouge was a bit iffy, but I liked the story flow a little better.
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2004-04-12 19:24:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
WTF IM NOT COMPREHENDING ALL THAT!!!
Submitted by Zod (user info) at 2004-04-12 19:04:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Both were good. Humor in #1 was a little dry, sorry. And the author of #2 scares the shit out of me. I hope i'm not friends with you, you sick fuck! But out of fear and because of the sick but entertaining imagination you have, you get my vote.
Submitted by fionavar (user info) at 2004-04-12 18:33:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by DraconianKing (user info) at 2004-04-12 18:29:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Dick B Strange, teehee
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2004-04-12 18:27:58 EDT (#)
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Submitted by quack (user info) at 2004-04-12 18:13:30 EDT (#)
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very very tough decision.
Submitted by gascs (user info) at 2004-04-12 17:49:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Entry #2 wasn't ground-breaking, but holy shit it was good.
Entry #1 was too much build up for not enough of a climax.
Submitted by Luckystar (user info) at 2004-04-12 17:40:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Both very good
The idea of a pothead robot is a little weird though...
Submitted by drstrangedhruv (user info) at 2004-04-12 17:37:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Just testing.
Submitted by Herpes (user info) at 2004-04-12 17:29:44 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Falconer (user info) at 2004-04-12 17:27:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Chronic (user info) at 2004-04-12 17:23:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Entry 1 was very good, up until the end. The finale was a little disappointing. "Emotions and self-awareness often got in the way of human thinking." So true, however. Entry 2 was just fucking disgusting; it was well written, but the graphic content didn't seem to have any purpose other than shock value. Entry 1 wins, partly because of that great quote.
Submitted by transcendent (user info) at 2004-04-12 17:02:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I think the first one was ok.. but #2 just completely outclassed it.
Submitted by Deisangua (user info) at 2004-04-12 17:01:08 EDT (#)
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Submitted by ohlookasquirrel (user info) at 2004-04-12 16:33:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Apparently I gravitate towards the sick and twisted.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2004-04-12 16:25:25 EDT (#)
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Submitted by lucid (user info) at 2004-04-12 16:24:33 EDT (#)
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Submitted by uber_smitty (user info) at 2004-04-12 15:53:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
well told.
Submitted by T.chow (user info) at 2004-04-12 15:46:58 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Kimba (user info) at 2004-04-12 15:46:35 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by potatomanjack (user info) at 2004-04-12 15:41:08 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Anjie (user info) at 2004-04-12 15:37:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I didn't want to have to make a choice..... both were deserving of my vote.
Submitted by catscradle (user info) at 2004-04-12 15:37:10 EDT (#)
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Meh
Submitted by beer-turtle (user info) at 2004-04-12 15:36:46 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Heimdallsman (user info) at 2004-04-12 15:28:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by shark25 (user info) at 2004-04-12 15:26:34 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by speeddaimon (user info) at 2004-04-12 15:25:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
meh
Submitted by Titinita (user info) at 2004-04-12 15:25:23 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by spedmonkey (user info) at 2004-04-12 15:25:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Whoa.
Submitted by satchel (user info) at 2004-04-12 15:23:22 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by griffsrgr8 (user info) at 2004-04-12 15:22:57 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by WillZone (user info) at 2004-04-12 15:17:15 EDT (#)
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