______ ______ ______________ | | | | \ | \ / \ / ____ \ ______| | |________| | / \ | |____ | ________ | ( {} ) | _____) /~~~~~~~~~~ | | | | \____/ | |______ ~~~~~~~~~~\ | |~~~~~~~ / \ / \ / | ~~~~~~~| | | | |______| |______| /_____________| | | | | | | | | Hogs of Entropy Text Files Present... | | | | | | | | "Hate Edge" | | | | | | | | By: Abigwar [BGR] | | | | Date Written: 09/07/94 | | | | | | \ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ / ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ HoE, HoE, HoE! Merry almost no where near Christmas. Un-Huh. Yeah, For sure... Hey, Its me. Not you, but me, Abigwar. Whats up? I usually write for BGR but since i had this extra story laying around i decided to donate it to HoE. If any other groups what me to do one shot files with out joining, just let me know and i will see what i can do. Contact me most easistly on TEKAT. Abigwar @ TEKAT 908,813,2738 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ -=Hate Edge, 09/07/94, Abigwar [BGR,7oC,NJGH]=- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ With an unbroken stare, The clear sky is molested by his blood shot eyes. His heart fills with a little more rage, as he thinks of different people he knew... Hate, that was pure, and unbroken flooded his cloudy mind. Hate Edge* set in almost a week ago and it hadn't resolved itself yet like it usually does. Something seemed wrong...Almost too wrong. The unknown soldier sat straining his eyes at nothing, as though he couldn't control his eyes and focus them back to normal. The phone rang, it broke the youth's heavy concentration. It him like a hammer hitting it a peice of sheet metal, suspended in air. Jumping almost a foot back into reality, he stumbled over to the phone. As he picked it up, the phone almost yelled at him, "Hey, What's up man? Wanna come and hang out with us today?" Responding almost systematically, he yelled back, "Why would i go hang out with dirty peice of shit harries and greasers like you? Leave me the fuck alone!" He slammed down the phone and went back to his window. Over the last week or so, He had lost almost all of his friends. And not without his total consent. The world was bugging him, and people were on his mind. Only his closest friends where their, because they understand, or so he thought anyway. They have all seen him like this before, and some of them even experinced it for themselves. He knew he was one of the best. A Sussed skin*. Not a bonehead* like what is being seen all over the world at this very minute. But yet they still associated him with the evil, false counterparts. But on this day, It seemed like all the anger that he had tried to vent, just stayed in him. Maybe it even came back threefold. And not just that, but all the hate, aggression, and hostility from last time hate edge hit. He felt like a candle whose flame was smothered by a blanket of aggro*. But before he could always just burn the blanket away from the top of him. Now it seemed like the blanket was nine times as thick. He tried to burn, but his oxygen was just not there. His love slowy melted away to where his friends status used to be. Friends became enemies, loved ones became friends...and enemies became targets of his mindless vendetta. A vandetta that he vowed to carry through with no matter what, and no matter when. He used music as inspiration to heat up the flame, but that just didn't cut it. He tried to asked people for help, but they didn't understand. Suddenly, ripped from above, with unmentionable power, there was a flash of yellow followed by a smidget of blue and a burst of undescribleable red fire. The blanket burned away from around his candle. However, the past not completly burnt blankets added to today's not completely burnt blanket had created a wall around the candle. Faced with a decision, he had to fight his way through socitey, or remain the center of hateful, biased and untrue based attention. So the lone youth thought, and thought until hate edge had him to the point of exploding. With his mind set to victory, he decided to fight. And to this day, that is where the lone warrior stands. Fighting for a new day, a new freedom, and a new glory. With no true Sussed by his side, he kept the faith. Fighting and struggling, in hopes of being united with his true culture that he was barely ever exposed to, and may never be again unless his victory is clamed and the glory is cashed. "Hate edge hasn't left this time, and it may be to late at this point." he thought to himself. Some how, he knows that one day he will find his people, and the numbers of the Sussed fighting by his side will rise. But untill the fateful day comes, he knows that he must keep the faith, and a loner he shall remain. ------------------=The "Duh, What does that mean?" section!=------------------ *0=Hate Edge, A state of mind and attitude that comes upon skinheads at times similar to depression. May be compaired to PMS. *1=Sussed Skin, A skinhead that looks hard and smart that is an asset to the skinhead subculture. *2=Bonehead, A nazi skinhead. A skinhead who has nothing to do with the true and original skinhead subculture, but yet still claims to be a skinhead. Usually dressed in dirty, ripped, and poor clothes. *3=Aggro, An abriviation for aggression, and or aggrovation. |=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=|=-=-=-=|=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=| | Mogel-Land.[Home].2157323413 / _____ \ Paranoia SubCul....2153395831 | | Hacker Crackdown..2159451907 | | Lucifer's Lair.....6108599034 | | T.E.K.A.T.........9088132738 | | @ | | | | Mary Jane's.......2164616162 | /\__^__/\ | the NEXT generation | | Fulite Frontier...2159431309 | BuUuRP! | of stoopid... | | Twisted Reality...6104590598 \ / | |=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=|=-=-=-=|=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=| Copyright (c) 1994 HoE Publications and Abigwar #12 --> 09/29/94 All Rights Reserved.