Keikyu Proles
What does the Eye command my lord? Build me an army worthy of Keikyu. An army so great such that we may cover all of JR in a second darkness. There shall be no dawn for the world of JR.As much as I hate to admit it, I am a Prole - a member of the Keikyu Railway Proletariat. A mixed bunch we are, spilling recklessly from the ticket gates in search of mayhem and chaos. Our mission is three-fold: Proliferate, Permeate, Problemate. Our target: The Bourgeois passengers of the East Japan Railway company.
For years we have waged war at our enemy's gates at Shinagawa station, ever charging into battle down the stairs, striking head-on into the masses of dazed commuters caught unawares in the hypnotic throb of peak hour. Surprise attacks are our strength - hitting our enemy hard from blind corners, and we have a distinct height advantage from our elevated position at the top of the stairs.But not all is good. What we have in skill and tactics is overshadowed by sheer lack of numbers. We have a mere three platforms supplying us with fresh troops and our local trains come but once every ten minutes. We do get some relief with our twelve-carriage express trains but they are forever infrequent and often delayed, leaving our soldiers weak and wiery on the battlefield. JR's supply of troops seems inexhaustable. Forever they march forth in great numbers supplied by their fourteen platforms. They come on locals trains, expresses, rapids, double-decker commuter rapids, not to mention the Yamanote line that comes once every two minutes (in both directions) during peak hour. And then there's the beast - the one they awoke in the dark, both shadow and flame - the Tokaido Line. Enraged from the claustrophobic journey from Yokohama, the troops spill forth aggressively in search of an enemy to destroy. Only death can tame the madness of these creatures.
Today however, is our day. Our fortune has shifted - the Earth beneath us has shaken, paralyzing their train system bringing their campaign to a sudden halt. Now is the time to attack. We must hit them hard and at once. We have gathered all our strength and now we go into final battle. We lay ourselves in fortune's hands as we march forth, either to our ultimate death or our ultimate victory.
posted by Kebber at 10:12 PM
9 Comments:
Not bad, not bad. I have to admit that your litterary diatribe did engage my imagination. Good show.
And finally, Anonymoids like me can post on your blog. Thx.
Dentore
Why don't you post using "other", then you can have your name up in lights and no longer remain anonymous. Why not I say!
If I had to describe a theme to Kurts life, it is that he always,and I mean always becomes that which he dispises and rideculed in earlier times.
e.g. 'you're gonna be a garbo Scott!'
Ended up fishing piss soaked pizza out of urinals as a cleaner at Pizza Hut on New Years Eve.
And one other piece of advice learned the hard way was not to follow Gree. His path in life only works for him. Those that attempt to follow will surely fail. Much success can be found upon alternate trails.
You are the speaker of great truth.
You are wrong boy. I looked that one up the dictionary, as I know I cannot be trusted
What dictionary was that,Albanian?
Do a search for prol and prole on the net and see which one brings up all the Orwell links.
Or open 1984 and take a first hand look.
Alright fuckya! So I made a mistake and I'll correct it. But at least I chose a reasonably unusual word to mess up on. Not like Brunkwich! Are you hungry Dave? Can I get you a sanwhick? Maybe with ckeese and ham?? I'd better shut up or you might kich my ass into next week.
Brunswich is the correct spelling for the place in about half of the locations by that name in the word INCLUDING the original in the UK so it's a fair mistake. To think that the spelling is strange for the word shows a lack of education or general knowledge so eat faecal matter.
And I know it was you who left that strange message on my answering machine.
Now I go to work off Dave Rage. I only wish I had some porcelain santas nearby.
Do you ever wonder if cyber violence is like cyber sex?
Do your worst
Then do it again!
And no I'm not sending them over :p
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