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      ::  ( d ) E V I N ' S   ( f ) I R S T   ( c ) O N T A C T
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      .:    The story you are about read is true. All persons, places,
      ::  and events occurred exactly as it recorded here. Any persons
      ::  with a history of high blood pressure, heart attacks, stokes,
      :  epileptic seizures, kidney failure, brain tumors, or other
      .           forms of cancer should immediately cease viewing this
      .      _/_   as it's been known to cause cancer of the rectum.
       .  ._(/___.
          |      | t was just another boring saturday afternoon in the
      .   |     _| city of Shaolin, but it was the first saturday in a
          |_____\  long time I'ld actually had some free time to kill.
                  Vintage: Special Edition was being held in an hour
            so I was kicking around the net waiting for the event to
           begin. As I reached down and picked up my smokes I noticed
            the pack felt a little lighter than it should. Opening the
                      pack I realized I was out, and a Sev run was a
       .      ___/_   definite necessity if I was going to do the compo.
            _( _/___.
          ._\___    | o I said a couple quick goodbyes to my #ascii peeps
          |    |   _| and started off down the block to 7-11. Sev had
          |________\  always been a kind of temple to me. No matter where
                      in the country I went I could always count on a 7-11
            to be close by, always open, and always well stocked with my
            favorite brand of smokes, slurpee, and other cravings. Yes,
            today was going to be a good day, I could feel it all the way
            down to my bones.
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          |_   /    | ut no sooner than I had thought that did my ears
           /________| start ringing. And it wasn't just one of those "got
                      some water in your ears from the shower" type of
            ringings either, oh no, this was a scream from the depths of
            hell; boring right into my mind with it's own diamond carbide
            drill tip. I clasp my hands around my ears to try and make this
            horrible ringing stop before I was tempted to rip my own ears
            off, but it just kept on wailing. My vision began to dim, and
            I wondered if this was what it felt like to die. My knees
            buckled under my own weight and the last thing I remember of
            that point in time is hitting the pavement and looking up in
            to the sky, and the underside of a craft not of this world.

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          | < _     _ > |  |_     | he next thing I remember is a bright
          | | |     | | |   /_____| light glaring into my eyes as three
          | |_|     |_| |           small grey beings with large black
          | <>    <> |    eyes stared down at me. I was laying on a
          |  `|     |'  |    large table, unable to move as I was coated
          |   | \_/ |   |    in some strange gelatinous substance which
          |   | | | |   |    resisted all my efforts to jump and up and
          |   <   >   |    flee from this nightmare turned reality.
          -- | | | | --    Slowly a voice spoke in my mind, a voice
             _\ | | /_       that seemed to have no origin. The voice
             \__/ \__/       told me there was no need to fear, I would
                             come to no harm. I didn't want to believe
          it, after all, what had I done to deserve this kind of thing? I
          just wanted to go to Sev and grab some smokes and a slurpee. I
          hadn't done anything to these motherfuckers yet here they were
          abducting me off the street in broad daylight, and prolly making
          me miss Vintage too.
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        |    _    | ssholes! " I screamed at my abductors, trying to make
        |    |    | them see how pissed off I was at this interruption of
        |____|   _| my normally scheduled day. The alien closest to my feet
             |___\  turned to look at the one by my head, slowly nodding
                    as if they were speaking without words. Darkness again
          took hold of me.
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              |_      | hen I found myself laying in the middle of the park
               /______| across from my house, wearing only socks, but a coke
                        slurpee in my hands and a fresh pack of smokes in my
                 jacket pocket. I stumbled home, drinking my slurpee, and
    ::::: ::: :  trying to figure out how I was going to explain missing
    :            Vintage this time. As I sat down at my terminal I looked at
    :            clock over by my bed and with a small grin join #vcompo
    :            just as Sargon was explaining the rules.
    :
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    :   ._(/___.
. ..:.. |      |  appreciate the smokes and the slurpee, but the assholes
    :   |     _| still owe me a new pair of Airwalks the way I see it. And
       |_____\  incase you couldn't guess by now, my real name is Devin.

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    /_________\ _____l____|    l_______|____|    l_________ /________l     
                          l_____/      :    l_____/                        .
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                      //____________________________\\       1997
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                              ( v ) I N T A G E

                 ( s ) P E C I A L   ( e ) D I T I O N   # 1




     [ VINTAGE: Special Edition - 1997 Hiro Protagonist/Quad-P - Winner ]

  the only difference between this version and the winning version presented
  in V:SE is a few fixed typos and I actually put a T in the Vintage logo..
  hehe. luv to everyone who participated and thanks to tango for the diz.

                                             - hIRO (hiro@ricochet.qpt.com)


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|   - --[ Quad-P Proudly Presents ]-- -   |
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|      "devin's first contact" by hiro      |
| winning entry of vintage: special edition |
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