____ ______ __/ _/_ \ _/__ ________ _________ ________ ________ \ ____)__/ __ )_/ ______/_ \ __ )_/ ______/_/ _____/\ / \) / (/ / ________/ / (/ / ________/ \) / \___ \ /____/ /____ / /____/ /____ /_________/ \____/ \____/ \____/ \____/ \____/ ____ /___/ ____ ________ ________ _________ ___ ______ __/ _/_ ________ ______ ______ / _____/_ _____/\ __ __ )_ \ __ )\ ____)_ ____/_/ ) __ )_ / \) / \) / (/ (/ / / (/ / \) / ______/ /___/ (/ / /____ \ /________/___/__/ /__/___/ /\___ \ /___ /___/ /___/ / \____/ \___/ \___/ \___/ \___/ \___/ ::::::::.:::..::...:.... ... .. . . .. ... ....:...::..:::.:::::::: t h e n e o - c o m i n t e r n i n s t a l l m e n t 3 4 WE ARE THE 5th INTERNATIONAL September 31st, 1998 editor: BMC writers: STUYA BMC ::::::::.:::..::...:.... ... .. . . .. ... ....:...::..:::.:::::::: . featured in this installment: . Voyage to Atlantis- BMC . STUYA . : . . . . . . .. ...................................; EDITOR'S NOTE Sarcasm? I don't even know the meaning of the word. Truly, I am unfamiliar with that word. If anyone knows what it means, send a definition to manta1@hotmail.com. This issue the mystical STUYA is back from the asylum, so be kind. Also, onward, upward and inward, outward, downward and backward we will go into the lost continent of Atlantis. ::::::::.:::..::...:.... ... .. . . .. ... ....:...::..:::.:::::::: . VOYAGE TO ATLANTIS . by BMC . (continued from "The Story Of How Things Happened") . : . . . . . . .. ...................................; When we left the invisible port we sailed our magic boat o'er the mighty deep blue for what seemed to be countless units of time. After about two-hundred of these units we found a large body of land that did not appear on our maps. A very strange land, it was. The inhabitants seemed to talk with a very strange accent, and they told us unfamiliar legends of the past as we became drunk on their "honey mead". After what seemed like two months we consulted our maps for a second time and realized that we were still in Canada. A third reference to the maps informed us that we were still docked in the port. At long last we raised the anchor and voyaged south, onward to Atlantis. After a short stay on the seas, which seemed relatively long, we came face to face with a warship of the EU. We were clearly no match for their Umercian waters "defensive action". They were armed with heavy nuclear weapons and were ready to use them at extremely close range. I also must add that this near nuclear encounter took place within one kilometre of a very large costal city. They were armed for sea combat, whereas we were only armed with glass jars containing vast knowledge. We feigned ignorance, playing the role of a lost fishing boat. When the Umercians let us on their ship, we unleashed our many jars of science upon them, pummelling them with very difficult formulas and equations until their minds were all mentally wiped by statictics and calculations, thus leaving them succeptible to the fatal disease of lonliness. We then decided to sail south through the treacherous sea. Days later, on a hot and sunny afternoon, we were sailing smoothly and discovered a small island which was host to a large volcano. Atlantis? This was a mystical island where flowers spoke and crackers grew on trees. "Hello mista flower", I said. "187 with your dick in my mouth beeyotch", it replied. "Obviously there is no intelligent life here", I observed, as I twisted my heel on the root of the flower. We walked closer toward the volcano. At about ten feet I recognized the mountain from the inscription at its base. It was the missing Ural mountain which had been stolen from the motherland back in 1991. "Lava suit?" Yes, those bastards had taken every precaution. After dawning the eighty pound asbestos suit, I mentally prepared for the climb and dive into- MOUNT Z! As I zigzagged up the hill, I thought about the 17 year old girl I left weeping in bed less than two weeks ago. The girl I left forever in quest of Atlantis- the city which I had been drawn to, been linked to, but also the city I had never seen, or had I? It seemed like a dream I had experienced once, a dream or a drug inspired hallucenation. Glorious, though, either way, it was. I peered into the boiling rock at my feet, and suddenly realized that this might be my last voyage. This was something I had to do myself, though, because I was not willing to put the life of a crew member at risk for the furtherment of my Atlantean expedition. "One......two.....thr...." In my next moment of awareness, I was head under the lava. After a few laps around in the magma I dove to grab two large diamonds from the volcano floor like the rings you dove for in the swimming pool. Back up to the surface it was, and then proceeded the grand ceremony. One of the diamonds had been given to our chief alchemist, and the other was carefully installed atop the head of the Staff of Z. With the Staff of Z now projecting full power, the trip from here forward would be much easier. A holographic image was conjured before my eyes. A mysterious emperor with a long red robe and winged heels. It spoke: "Atlantis has been granted!" Onward we traversed; we sailed for 15 days until we reached the triangle of uncertain disaster. This was muchly uneventful, aside from the seven visits to my private chambers by Juaine. Fifteen days and thirty-six minutes later, the sky suddenly turned black as the sound of heavy thunder ripped through my mind. "What the hell was that?", I asked Xao Ming, the asian philosopher. "Welcome to the Bermuda Triangle", he replied. At this time we switched to the new calendar that the communist government had slated for activation today. The month was awktobre. This was our first day of the rest of our lives. On the fourth day of modern history, we were suddenly drawn into a gigantic whirlpool. In attempt to continue travelling freely, we were forced to jettison approximately half of the crew and all navigational equipment and food. It wasn't enough. We jettisoned half of the remaining half of the crew. It still wasn't enough to free us from the great cyclone of water, and we all died from drowning. (To be Continued) ::::::::.:::..::...:.... ... .. . . .. ... ....:...::..:::.:::::::: . STUYA . : . . . . . . .. ...................................; Dear Yes I'm back. Now that I've been released, I have some questions for you. Why are so called "crazy people" locked up in white padded cells instead of huge halls with disco balls and streamers? There is no logical reason, is there? Another question that has baffled me and my good friends I met in captivity, (although they were a bit strange and had a great passion for spinning on their heads while singing alternate lyrics to "Teen Angel", I took a liking to them for I was their role model, they always wore the same clothing as me) is why are the bars on the windows vertical and not horizontal? Is it because men who wear white jackets dispise the beautiful rainbowetic feathers of the cockatiels, which are only able to perch on horizontal bars? ONce an old friend told me a story of her youth. SHe lived on a farm and had many cats, I'm not sure of thier color or relation to one another but I'm sure some caught mice. Anyways as most children do whom have pet cats, she spent one late mornimg playing with a young kitten and a red radio flyer wagon. Just before leaving for elsewhere with her father she put the innocent under the flipped red radio flyer wagon. As the day wore on the sun started to beat down upon this dusty farm, the more than likely cuter than words fluffy kitten still lay beneath the unescapable prison it's owner had unintentionally created. (the next part of this story is a recreation of what may of happened during the last hours of the kittens life) We have no idea of what the kitten really might of have experienced. We did try to interview the ear witnesses, the other farm animals, though. Since we could not communicate directly with the other cats on the farm we got a chicken (who said her name was kluk) to write down the statements of the cats as chicken scratches. We then took the replies to a pharatrist to be interpeted, and the testimonies read as follows: Penacilian - a 7 year supply 20 horse tranquilizers 1 pound of catnip, oral contraceptives some kind of drug that will make heads bigger and feet smaller Now we are not sure if this was a misinterpetation by the pharasist or if animals, at least at this farm, are smarter than we assume. Anyway, we can assume life was hellish like under that red radio flyer wagon on this hot summers day. When the girl came back to her play spot late in the afternoon she recalled that her fluffy cuter than words kitten was still beneath the red radio flyer wagon. Quickly she flipped over the death chamber to discover the kitten convlusing, eyes buldging. A gun shot followed, and 10 years later I would be shaken by this truely evil incident my friend recalled. ::::::::.:::..::...:.... ... .. . . .. ... ....:...::..:::.:::::::: ___________________________________________________ |THE COMINTERN IS AVAILIABLE ON THE FOLLOWING BBS'S | |~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~| | BRING ON THE NIGHT (306) 373-4218 | | CLUB PARADISE (306) 978-2542 | | THE GATEWAY THROUGH TIME (306) 373-9778 | |___________________________________________________| | Website http://www.sfn.saskatoon.sk.ca/~ad357 | | Email BMC at manta1@hotmail.com | |___________________________________________________| ::::::::.:::..::...:.... ... .. . . .. ... ....:...::..:::.:::::::: #34-09/31/98 Copyright 1998 N-Com All content is property of The Neo-Comintern. Unauthorized use of any part of document is prohibited. All Rights Reserved.