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Title             :DMBoneSaw

File name         :  DMBoneSaw
Author            :  John
Email Address     :jcfal@clara.net
Web page          :http://home.clara.net/jcfal/


I know, what the hells he on.
Never mind, I imagine this map with no more than four players or bots
Probably looks good with Serpentine.
Although its small I get a terrible frame rate, So why bother?
Wyrd ideas to share. Dare to be different.
I thought the bin bag texture came out quit well to:)


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                                  Pretentious word salad

My senses returned, slowly, painfully, one by one, until I begun to realize my surroundings, 
and my fate.
Sobbing, from somewhere above me, the smell of.... ? 
Cold metal clasps on wrists and ankles. 
Then, eyes wide open, and there to meet them, clear blue pools of perfect insanity.
"Bonesaw" I said calmly, "Doctor Bonesaw" came the equally calm reply.
We stared for a long moment. Then he smiled and spoke again, "Before we begin, 
I like to offer my patients" a faint smile crossed  his lips "One last request. 
I somehow feel that it is the very least that I can do to recompense them for the pleasure 
that they will bestow upon me by their presence here at the surgery, and I promise you 
that if it is at all possible I will fulfill this request"
"What need have I of anything of this world, now that I have found you good Doctor" I said.
" But wait, you find me in mood most dark, and in this state I can think of one small thing 
that you might do for me. I have of late loved and lost child so strange, so fair, and found 
this loss a pain to unbearable for life. Take her name, and when all is done, write it here 
upon these walls in 
my blood and Leave it there a while that the curious might look and wonder why, and that which 
is dead might live again for a moment in the minds of they who see"
"Speak then this name" he said. And though it pained me so to do I cried out to the white 
tiled walls and the insanity that confronted me.
"You see doctor" I said "we are all a little insane to some degree, but fueled by different 
desires, you by the love of blood and bone, me by the search for strange love and the desire 
for one to fulfill that...."
His attention was no longer focused on my words but on his trembling fingers, which pressed 
lovingly in turn each rib. 
Then, of a sudden "It shall be done" he said. 
I closed my eyes and focused on that for which my heart burned.
"Thank you" I said, but the words were lost to the sound of the saw, and then, 
O such sweet oblivion.

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Let me know what you think, please.
I'm a nice guy when you get to know me, honest.
          

                             John


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