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Underground eXperts United File 223
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Underground eXperts United
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[ Final Mistake ] [ By The GNN ]
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"FINAL MISTAKE"
by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
Make one mistake, and you are history.
It must have been the work of a devilish race, people said. Who else
would come up with the idea of sending a capsule across the universe just
for the sake of killing our beloved prophet?
All radars, scanners and monitors missed it as it came floating against
our planet. It was simply too small to be detected. No one knew it
existed until it emerged on the blue sky. A bird! someone said and looked
up. No, it is a plane! someone else said. Man, this surely is some
unidentified flying object! everybody agreed before the capsule crashed in
front of them. Unfortunately, the disaster area where we now only could
find a deep crater had been the place of a small stage. On that stage, a
beloved prophet had talked to the cheering masses. That prophet was now
stone cold, all thanks to that monster capsule from the other part of the
universe.
No wonder people were upset and demanded instant retaliation. The
prophet had taught us peaceful behaviour, but now he was gone and we could
make plans that would scare the soul out of any pacifist. Deep feelings,
from the very inside of our civilized minds, emerged and turned us into a
raging lynch mob. Technicians dropped their work and began to construct
amazingly hellish death-machines that we would happily send to the race who
dared to kill our beloved leader. It became a mission for an entire
nation. No one was unaffected of what had happened, and everybody wanted
to share the work. Everybody wanted to see blood. Red blood, green blood,
blue blood - it did not matter, as long it was the color belonging to the
real owners of the capsule.
We worked like madmen. When we finally rolled the first rocket to the
desert, ready to fire, another problem was revealed. The problem was
rather obvious, but no one had thought about it. We did not know to whom
we should mail our explosive message. After a while, we managed to solve
that problem. We opened the capsule (by some reason we had not yet done
that obvious move). Inside the capsule we found a golden thirty-three RPM
record and a short message that, after a while of decrypting, told us that
planet Earth looked forward to hear from us.
Sure. They just had to wait.
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Save the sorrows for a rainy day.
I remember quiet evenings, trembling close to you: THE STASH +46-13-ETC
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How can I persuade?
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