Freakin' addictive site....
Feb. 10th, 2003 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
obliviousally_ljA Magic Eight Ball (tm). Every so often, when turned over without a question being asked, it replies with "HELP ME". . ..
A metal tube eight inches long with no obvious buttons or openings. It grows warm and vibrates when you hold it.
A hypodermic needle filled with one dose of a clear solution, labeled "Heroin-E." If a female takes the drug intravenously, she will suffer all the normal effects of having taken heroin, but will also have her strength tripled, gain the ability to fly, and the ability to shoot lightning bolts from her kneecaps. These effects last for one week. If a male takes Heroin-E, he will experience the above affects as well . . . after permanently turning female.
Several sealed packages of old, but still edible, cheese. Stored with these samples are photographs and documents showing them being dug from the surface of the moon.
A large silk bag that appears to be extremely old. It is filled with a strange dark sand of peculiar texture, and the grains are coarse and oddly shaped. If examined under a microscope, it will be seen that each grain of sand is actually an impossibly small human head, mummified with age. There are millions of them in the bag; most have their mouths open, as if screaming.
A sixteenth-century painting of an orchestra. The painting is mundane and will pass all tests of authenticity. The conductor bears a striking resemblance to Dick Clark.
A software box labeled "Windows '96 beta-test v1.0." The system requirements listed on the box are "IBM 286 or better, 640K RAM, 1 MB hard disk space, compatible with *anything*." The licensing agreement, if carefully read, stipulates that "all current and future rights to the user's soul, body, and financial assets will be forfeited to Microsoft. Any usage or installation of this software constitutes implied consent to this licensing agreement."
A heavy, metallic briefcase full of stacks and stacks of neatly wrapped paper money. Closer examination reveals them to be U.S. dollars, the 23 dollar note. On the front is a picture of a Grey alien, on the back is a large Illuminati Pyramid, behind which is a series of interlocking pyramids. The motto written in the note: "In no one we trust."
A smudged and blurry photocopy of an occult text entitled "Revelations of Glaaki, Volume XII." It was found in a makeshift temple in the upper story of an adult bookstore in New York City. The mutilated bodies of the owner and his wife were found at the scene. The only Warehouse agent to read the text slaughtered twenty staff members and guards before he was brought down.
A recent print of The Holy Bible, apparently a very scholarly study-Bible . . . The only noticeable difference (aside from a few strange noun-translations) is that the gender of all the characters is reversed.
A decapitated Chihuahua. Its body runs around the crate, while it's head barks and growls continuously. There is no blood.
A chain. Pulling on it creates a flushing sound, but nothing more.
A felt-tip marker. It appears normal, and can be disassembled as normal. It never runs out. If someone does take it apart, however, they had better be able to swim...
1,000 socks, of various colors and designs. None of them match.
A pack of Twinkies that have passed their expiration date. Small lizard-like creatures are hatching from them.
A pair of life-sized white marble arms, broken from a statue. There are traces of red paint on the fingernails, and their pose will be very familiar to anyone who remembers the Venus de Milo. The left hand holds what can only be described as a ray gun (also marble, of course), while the right is making a very peculiar gesture. Both hands have six fingers.
A ziplock plastic bag containing nearly one hundred dried human noses and ears.
A case of books bound in what feels like some sort of skin, dyed black. On the front of each is hand-lettered in red "The Chaotic Evil Coloring Book." Each book contains nothing but blank sheets of waxed paper which no crayon or pen can make a mark upon.
http://www.warehouse23.com/basement/box/index.cgi
A metal tube eight inches long with no obvious buttons or openings. It grows warm and vibrates when you hold it.
A hypodermic needle filled with one dose of a clear solution, labeled "Heroin-E." If a female takes the drug intravenously, she will suffer all the normal effects of having taken heroin, but will also have her strength tripled, gain the ability to fly, and the ability to shoot lightning bolts from her kneecaps. These effects last for one week. If a male takes Heroin-E, he will experience the above affects as well . . . after permanently turning female.
Several sealed packages of old, but still edible, cheese. Stored with these samples are photographs and documents showing them being dug from the surface of the moon.
A large silk bag that appears to be extremely old. It is filled with a strange dark sand of peculiar texture, and the grains are coarse and oddly shaped. If examined under a microscope, it will be seen that each grain of sand is actually an impossibly small human head, mummified with age. There are millions of them in the bag; most have their mouths open, as if screaming.
A sixteenth-century painting of an orchestra. The painting is mundane and will pass all tests of authenticity. The conductor bears a striking resemblance to Dick Clark.
A software box labeled "Windows '96 beta-test v1.0." The system requirements listed on the box are "IBM 286 or better, 640K RAM, 1 MB hard disk space, compatible with *anything*." The licensing agreement, if carefully read, stipulates that "all current and future rights to the user's soul, body, and financial assets will be forfeited to Microsoft. Any usage or installation of this software constitutes implied consent to this licensing agreement."
A heavy, metallic briefcase full of stacks and stacks of neatly wrapped paper money. Closer examination reveals them to be U.S. dollars, the 23 dollar note. On the front is a picture of a Grey alien, on the back is a large Illuminati Pyramid, behind which is a series of interlocking pyramids. The motto written in the note: "In no one we trust."
A smudged and blurry photocopy of an occult text entitled "Revelations of Glaaki, Volume XII." It was found in a makeshift temple in the upper story of an adult bookstore in New York City. The mutilated bodies of the owner and his wife were found at the scene. The only Warehouse agent to read the text slaughtered twenty staff members and guards before he was brought down.
A recent print of The Holy Bible, apparently a very scholarly study-Bible . . . The only noticeable difference (aside from a few strange noun-translations) is that the gender of all the characters is reversed.
A decapitated Chihuahua. Its body runs around the crate, while it's head barks and growls continuously. There is no blood.
A chain. Pulling on it creates a flushing sound, but nothing more.
A felt-tip marker. It appears normal, and can be disassembled as normal. It never runs out. If someone does take it apart, however, they had better be able to swim...
1,000 socks, of various colors and designs. None of them match.
A pack of Twinkies that have passed their expiration date. Small lizard-like creatures are hatching from them.
A pair of life-sized white marble arms, broken from a statue. There are traces of red paint on the fingernails, and their pose will be very familiar to anyone who remembers the Venus de Milo. The left hand holds what can only be described as a ray gun (also marble, of course), while the right is making a very peculiar gesture. Both hands have six fingers.
A ziplock plastic bag containing nearly one hundred dried human noses and ears.
A case of books bound in what feels like some sort of skin, dyed black. On the front of each is hand-lettered in red "The Chaotic Evil Coloring Book." Each book contains nothing but blank sheets of waxed paper which no crayon or pen can make a mark upon.
http://www.warehouse23.com/basement/box/index.cgi
