DeadBeat walks in and starts selling cheap street karma. He walks up to Tuskawillamac and opens up his overcoat. "I gots the goods but it aint cheap." Tuskawillamac choses a 3 point bottle and walks away.
After consuming the contents of the bottle Tuskawillamac suddenly feels more intelligent, witty and unnewbish.
The next day Tuskawillamac wakes up with a massive headache and the horror that the karma has worn off. "Blast cheap street karma!" Tuskawillamac says like he's challenging god himself. Feeling his way towards his keyboard to check the extent of the damage he realizes his instant loss. His hands automatically reach for words like "l33t" and "haxor", besides his total loss of punctuation.
After that day Tuskawillamac shrivled into a mushy tub that could no longer be called a human being. He was wheeled into a mental hospital the next day where he shared a room with Jimbob, who had gone crazy after sharing signatures.
The morale of the story: Never buy cheap street karma.
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There are two choices, life and death. Eventually everyone chooses death.
-DeadBeat
(url="http://"http://www.evula.org/deadbeat/") Requiem for the Insane(/url)