From: owner-angry-psychos-digest@smoe.org (angry-psychos-digest) To: angry-psychos-digest@smoe.org Subject: angry-psychos-digest V2 #247 Reply-To: angry-psychos@smoe.org Sender: owner-angry-psychos-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-angry-psychos-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk X-To-Unsubscribe: Send mail to "angry-psychos-digest-request@smoe.org" X-To-Unsubscribe: with "unsubscribe" as the body. angry-psychos-digest Sunday, July 20 1997 Volume 02 : Number 247 Today's Subjects: ----------------- a little poe info [JD5502@ACSPR1.acs.brockport.edu] survey....... again...... [turtle ] please remove [Hector Siverio ] pease remove "Larva@prodigy.net" [LARVA ] Salt Lake City Part III: The Real Story...Conclusion 1of2 ["Secret Agent ] Salt Lake City: The Real Story...2of3 ["Secret Agent TyM@n" ] Salt Lake City Part III: The Real Story...Conclusion. 2of2 ["Secret Agent] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: 19 Jul 97 09:54:42 EDT From: JD5502@ACSPR1.acs.brockport.edu Subject: a little poe info In the latest issue of Freetime, their was a little tiny paragraph about Poe so I thought I'd post it. Sorry if it's already been posted, I'm on the digest version of the list and haven't been reading most of them so I wouldn't know. "Kudos to Dajhelon Recording Studios and Atlantic recording artist, POE, who both donated time and talent in recording the song "Rise & Shine" with freinf Levar when POE was in town for his special benefit show. The song is set to be released on Poe's next record." NPR: for all you Jane Jensen fans, she is on the cover of COVER magazine and their is an article also. They have a website (www.covermag.com) but I haven't bben yet to see if she's on the site also. later, - -- jody-robin jody-robin@poe.org jd5502@acspr1.acs.brockport.edu ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 13:19:46 -0400 From: turtle Subject: survey....... again...... Brent Umina wrote: > > 1. Who would I take? my boyfriend, or robert smith (the cure) > > 2. What ten CD's? the cure: paris, queen sarah saturday: june german, camper van beethoven: key lime pie, dambuilders: tough guy problem, depeche mode: violater, the chieftains: best of, whipping boy: heartworm, god live underwater: self titled, pavement: crooked man, eleven:thunk, the mysterions demo, laburnum: unnoticed,blind melon:soup, nirvana: in utero, for squirrels: example, kenny wayne sheppherd: ledbetter heights, and tthe dragmules: 2A ok, so thats a lot more than 10, and it's not in order, but i felt guilty leaving people out.... > 3. What ten books? i haven't had much time to read recently, so i can't think of 10, but probably the screwtape letters by c.s. lewis..... and the j conspiracy, though i haven't even read it yet...... turtle@poe.org ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 14:48:56 -0400 From: Hector Siverio Subject: please remove please remove "Hector49er@att.net" from Angry Psychos Digest ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 16:14:06 -0400 From: LARVA Subject: pease remove "Larva@prodigy.net" Hi , could you please removed "larva@prodigy.net"from your mailing list... Thank you very much!!! ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 15:13:12 -0700 From: "Secret Agent TyM@n" Subject: Salt Lake City Part III: The Real Story...Conclusion 1of2 The saga continues. If you have not been reading the Salt Lake Real Story then you probably won't understand this conclusion. You will have to wait for the movie... Vegas I awake early the next morning to get a jump start on the others. Jim Meyers had already hopped on a plane to Vegas. Anthony Amato also headed to Vegas by plane, I would assume his assignment took him that way but it seemed more as if he was on Meyers' trail for some reason. Chile, Clint, AngryTerry, Kristina and I proceded to get into the car to head back to LA. We would be stopping in Vegas too to hang with the others a bit. It would also give me a little more time to make some sort of final analysis. Before we could leave Jarrod and Shawn walk out all packed and ready. Shawn is farely quiet and his eyes look to be somewhat glazed over, he looks to be in some sort of transe, he just walks over to the car, sits in it and waits for Jarrod...who approaches us. "Hey, since we are all headed to Vegas and Shawn and I have some extra room how about we bring Kristina with us." "Yeah right," I think to myself, more like so they can corrupt her with their evil ways. My senses have always told me that Jarrod was a cohort of the Evil Poe yet I can never get an accurate reading from him on the evilsensomizer. I just wonder what he's thinking, what wheels are turning on the other side of those psycho eyes... and with that Kristina was off, getting in the car with them before it could be stopped. This is where it all starts. I think it's important to note that we headed to Vegas a short time after Jarrod's car group but arrived before them and never passed them on the freeway. Also when we arrive Cocky is there in Jarrod and Jim Meyer's hotel room snooping around. I talk to him a while in privacy. It turns out that he is the well-known reporter Jimmy Sausage. Sausage is the alias he uses when writing for a popular northern Californian Underground Newspaper. In fact he is the one that originally brought the Evil Poe story to the forefront. He is still a bit shaken up from the experience in Salt Lake but wants to retrieve a few more bits of juicey information before he heads back on his private jet to do a wrap-up on his ongoing articles that may one day get him success or get him killed. AngryTerry, Chile and Clint start to tour around the Casino. I walk with them and then see Anthony Amato escorting Jim Meyers out of the building. Why had Jim not greeted us when we arrived? He had already checked in before we got there. I decided to follow them. They were in a rental car and screeched out of the parking lot. I saw the hotel's shuttle van idleing in front of the entrance so I jumped in it and proceeded after them. They were traveling at a relatively high speed and at one point zoomed off the highway onto a dirt road. They were headed straight out to the desert. I stayed far behind and could only follow a large cloud of dust. As the dust was becoming settled and we were far into the desert wasteland I began to ease up on the gas and could start to make out their vehicle up ahead. I stopped the van about 30 feet from them. Jim was down on his knees in the dirt. He was spitting up blood and the side of his head was gashed. Anthony was standing a few feet from him with his arm outstretched towards him and a gun in hand. "What's the deal?" I ask. "TyMan, you don't want any f#@&ing part of this, this is between me and f#@&ing Amato," Jim spits out with another mouthful of thick, red excretion. "That's right, this is between me an f#@&ing Meyers, ain't that right Jim?" Anthony starts in. "Jim made a f#@&ing mess and I'm just here to clean it up." Anthony had somehow got tied in with the mafia in New York. He had been fronting quite an extensive amount of their money through an online mail list service. Jim, a professional con man, became involve in a scam with Anthony. He was taking collections towards supossed "hardware" updates. Turns out he had been gambling off the profits and Amato accepted the contract they put on Jim's head. (Blam!) Jim's limp body fell to the ground. I could not believe it, I just watched Anthony end his life, just like that. I quickly pulled my gun on Amato and he in turn aimed his at me. We stood in a standstill. My evilsensomizer was beeping like crazy in my pocket. "I got bad TyMan, real f#@&ing bad. I let you down, I let myself down, I let the Agency down. I f#@&ing screwed up real bad this time. I can fix it though..," and with that he turned the gun away from me, towards himself and boldly exited the contents of his skull onto the desert floor behind him. He was a good man, it was a shame to see him go down like that. I dragged both bodies into the trunk of the rental car. Their blood staining the white shirt under my black suit. I drove the car into a ditch, another mess for the "boys" to clean up. Back on the strip I intercepted Chile and Kristina. They were at the Stratosphere Hotel & Casino. They were heading up to do the "Big Shot" ride. Clint and AngryTerry were downstairs in the bar. Apparently Jarrod had dropped Kristina off at the hotel and then he just seemed to disapear. Kristina said that they had just left Shawn at a McDonald's about an hour out of Salt Lake City then he dropped her off here. Continued...next message... ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 16:12:26 -0700 From: "Secret Agent TyM@n" Subject: Salt Lake City: The Real Story...2of3 (Continued from last) Back on the strip I intercepted Chile and Kristina. They were at the Stratosphere Hotel & Casino. They were heading up to do the "Big Shot" ride. Clint and AngryTerry were downstairs in the bar. Apparently Jarrod had dropped Kristina off at the hotel and then he just seemed to disapear. Kristina said that they had just left Shawn at a McDonald's about an hour out of Salt Lake City then he dropped her off here. We arrive at the top of the Stratosphere. It sways and towers over the city. The ride is a tall structure at the top that launches you up over the city in a seat and then lets you freefall drop. The three of us are strapped in and ready. The launch force is amazing. You are jetted up about 60 ft into the sky. It feels like you skin is being pulled down off of you. When you reach the top you seem to hover, and your stomach stays hovering as the rest of you begins the drop. It was completely exilerating. So much in fact that I did not realize the evilsensomizer was going off again in my coats pocket. Chile reaches over and snags it. He hurls it off the edge of the tower, it still beeping away. His eyes become hazed over and yellow. I quickly unlock myself from the ride restraints and run towards the edge and draw my gun on him. He just continues to walk by me, right to the edge. Turns around and faces me, his back to the depths of the city below. "We are an invincible force." he says in about 3 voices. With that he just falls backwards, I imagine him falling through the sky almost lifeless and then I hear screeching tires and a scream. I look down below and can only make out a small spot of what use to be him. He did not look so invincible. When did the Evil get to him though, how could I have missed it. With that I felt a strike to my back. IT became warm and tingly, and then the wind felt cold on it, It takes a minute to realize it is my own blood now pouring down my back. I turn and Kristina stands there hunched over. My blood dripping off her large claws. She too is glassy eyed; they are yellow and her pupils are red. She smacks my gun out of my hand. I make a run for the elevator. She follows, swiping at people and employees. Knocking some down, spilling the blood of others. They scream, and I hear her shreiking roar that seems to just eat up their terror. Myself and a few others make it to the elevator before she can get to us. The operator quickly jets us downward to the casino below. We hear a loud slam above the elevator car. Then the clawing and scraping noises, we know the monster is trying to tear its way into us. When we reach the bottom it is already ultimate Chaos. Casino gamblers and employees alike running around looking for exits. The fire alarm sounding away. Cops arriving and drawing their guns. I see Clint and AngryTerry run by an immediately catch up with them. We head strait to Chile's car. Terry has the keys and we hop in and take off....tires squealing. The place is a zoo. There is no way to get out, AngryTerry ends up driving on the sidewalk but runs into a dead end. Police already have barricades up around where Chile's carnage was spread across the road. There are also a couple of automobiles piled up at the intersection. AngryTerry seems to pull a 180 as if he were some sort of stunt driver. Kristina in full beast form jumps in fron of the car, screaming and growling. (Thump!) Her body flies up in the air and hits the ground behind us, AngryTerry just keeps on driving, the hood partly crumpled and steam blowing out. We sit in shock as AngryTerry just continues bombinb down the road. We are on the highway, I look out and see the desert flying by. Clint finally speaks, "That was some evil stuff happening back there!' "I'll have to agree with you there," I say, as I am thinking of a way to get them to turn around. I am not done there, I need to help resolve some of the odd events that have taken place. To many confusing things happening. "Evil, I'll show you evil," AngryTerry says in a deep scratchy voice. With that Clint's door blasts off and AngryTerry lifts his foot up off the gas and kicks Clint right out of the car. Clint's seatbelt still strapped around him he dangles alongside the car being bounced up and down off the asphalt. I'm sure he was dead on first impact. AngryTerry turns back and looks at me as he drives, his eyes glow red, he talks with several voices, "Speaking of Evil, somebody wants to meet you little man, we are going to take a bit of a detour." Adrenaline soars through my body. The mind races in all directions. My whole body becomes numb. AngryTerry's red eyes glow off the windshield. Clint's mangled body continues to drag alongside the car. Before thinking of something intelligent to do I reach for the emergency break. At this point you will have to imagine what a 94 Nissan Ultima looks like tumbling down a freeway. The loud crunching and scraping sounds finally stop. I pull myself out of the twisted metal. I see AngryTerry running into the darkness into the distance. An insane, howling laughter following him. This is where the story now ends. I have nothing more to add but dreams that I would rather not share at this point in time. I continue to investigate and will one day get to the bottom of the madness... (continued next message) ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 16:13:28 -0700 From: "Secret Agent TyM@n" Subject: Salt Lake City: The Real Story 3of3 wrap-up (Continued from last..) This is where the story now ends. I have nothing more to add but dreams that I would rather not share at this point in time. I continue to investigate and will one day get to the bottom of the madness... Jason Capriotti - The Agency examined his remains and then then he was cremated. His parents dealt with the tragedy well. They were lead to believe that he was struck by some scaffolding while trying to save a small child. I spoke with Mrs' Cappriotti myself. She is a very nice lady, she sent me a Wisconsin cheese gift pack. Shaun Orton & Melly - Shaun arrived back in Denver. Melly's parents were waiting there for him. They carted the crate with her body off the plane. Her body was missing from the crate. Her parents continue to seek counseling and Shaun spends his time drowning away in alchohol at a local pub. Tony Consumano - Still continues to tinker with his video making and filming. He pretty much cut himself off from the outside world. It is rumored that he is working on making an independent film based on some new technique or filming process he invented. Cocky "Jimmy Sausage" - He never did write the "big article". He instead has since put in several applications to the Agency and continues to conduct his own investigations. Anthony Amato - He got a respectable Agency funeral. Full trumpet blasts and all. Many well known Mafia leaders were at the funeral. They stood side by side with men of the Agency. Jim Meyers - His whole operation was investigated and turns out he was responsible for several mega scams to hit this country in the last 5 years. There were also at least 4 different bounties on his head from various organizations and he was wanted for fraudulency in 3 states. Shawn - He was never found. None of the McDonald's employees claim to have ever even seen him. We looked into the files, there is no proof that he ever really even existed. Chile - People say they still find parts of him on the Vegas strip. His death was labeled as a tragedy based on the chaotic happenings of that day. The Stratosphere Hotel & Casino had to issue stiffer security and more efficient safety Kristina - Her mutated remains are kept frozen in an Agency lab in Roswell. Clint - They had to bring out street sweepers to clean him up off the freeway. His remains were sent back to Canada to be buried. Jarrod & AngryTerry - Both still missing and wanted on multiple accounts. The search for them continues. This has been the true report of a declassified investigation. It has many unanswered questions and has spawned several other investigations off of it that continue even now. Signing off, Secret Agent TyM@n The Agency "An independent branch of the US Governement that deals with reports of strange or peculiar happenings and unexplainable phenomenons." ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 23:00:11 -0400 From: Emily Subject: how to unsubscribe OK... if you want to unsubscribe here is how to do it yourself. send email to angry-psychos-request@smoe.org with "UNSUBSCRIBE" in the BODY or if you are on the digest send email to angry-psychos-digest-request@smoe.org with "UNSUBSCRIBE" in the BODY emily ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 23:06:16 -0400 From: "Secret Agent TyM@n" Subject: Salt Lake City Part III: The Real Story...Conclusion. 2of2 Continued... We arrive at the top of the Stratosphere. It sways and towers over the city. The ride is a tall structure at the top that launches you up over the city in a seat and then lets you freefall drop. The three of us are strapped in and ready. The launch force is amazing. You are jetted up about 60 ft into the sky. It feels like you skin is being pulled down off of you. When you reach the top you seem to hover, and your stomach stays hovering as the rest of you begins the drop. It was completely exilerating. So much in fact that I did not realize the evilsensomizer was going off again in my coats pocket. Chile reaches over and snags it. He hurls it off the edge of the tower, it still beeping away. His eyes become hazed over and yellow. I quickly unlock myself from the ride restraints and run towards the edge and draw my gun on him. He just continues to walk by me, right to the edge. Turns around and faces me, his back to the depths of the city below. "We are an invincible force." he says in about 3 voices. With that he just falls backwards, I imagine him falling through the sky almost lifeless and then I hear screeching tires and a scream. I look down below and can only make out a small spot of what use to be him. He did not look so invincible. When did the Evil get to him though, how could I have missed it. With that I felt a strike to my back. IT became warm and tingly, and then the wind felt cold on it, It takes a minute to realize it is my own blood now pouring down my back. I turn and Kristina stands there hunched over. My blood dripping off her large claws. She too is glassy eyed; they are yellow and her pupils are red. She smacks my gun out of my hand. I make a run for the elevator. She follows, swiping at people and employees. Knocking some down, spilling the blood of others. They scream, and I hear her shreiking roar that seems to just eat up their terror. Myself and a few others make it to the elevator before she can get to us. The operator quickly jets us downward to the casino below. We hear a loud slam above the elevator car. Then the clawing and scraping noises, we know the monster is trying to tear its way into us. When we reach the bottom it is already ultimate Chaos. Casino gamblers and employees alike running around looking for exits. The fire alarm sounding away. Cops arriving and drawing their guns. I see Clint and AngryTerry run by an immediately catch up with them. We head strait to Chile's car. Terry has the keys and we hop in and take off....tires squealing. The place is a zoo. There is no way to get out, AngryTerry ends up driving on the sidewalk but runs into a dead end. Police already have barricades up around where Chile's carnage was spread across the road. There are also a couple of automobiles piled up at the intersection. AngryTerry seems to pull a 180 as if he were some sort of stunt driver. Kristina in full beast form jumps in fron of the car, screaming and growling. (Thump!) Her body flies up in the air and hits the ground behind us, AngryTerry just keeps on driving, the hood partly crumpled and steam blowing out. We sit in shock as AngryTerry just continues bombinb down the road. We are on the highway, I look out and see the desert flying by. Clint finally speaks, "That was some evil stuff happening back there!' "I'll have to agree with you there," I say, as I am thinking of a way to get them to turn around. I am not done there, I need to help resolve some of the odd events that have taken place. To many confusing things happening. "Evil, I'll show you evil," AngryTerry says in a deep scratchy voice. With that Clint's door blasts off and AngryTerry lifts his foot up off the gas and kicks Clint right out of the car. Clint's seatbelt still strapped around him he dangles alongside the car being bounced up and down off the asphalt. I'm sure he was dead on first impact. AngryTerry turns back and looks at me as he drives, his eyes glow red, he talks with several voices, "Speaking of Evil, somebody wants to meet you little man, we are going to take a bit of a detour." Adrenaline soars through my body. The mind races in all directions. My whole body becomes numb. AngryTerry's red eyes glow off the windshield. Clint's mangled body continues to drag alongside the car. Before thinking of something intelligent to do I reach for the emergency break. At this point you will have to imagine what a 94 Nissan Ultima looks like tumbling down a freeway. The loud crunching and scraping sounds finally stop. I pull myself out of the twisted metal. I see AngryTerry running into the darkness into the distance. An insane, howling laughter following him. This is where the story now ends. I have nothing more to add but dreams that I would rather not share at this point in time. I continue to investigate and will one day get to the bottom of the madness... Jason Capriotti - The Agency examined his remains and then then he was cremated. His parents dealt with the tragedy well. They were lead to believe that he was struck by some scaffolding while trying to save a small child. I spoke with Mrs' Cappriotti myself. She is a very nice lady, she sent me a Wisconsin cheese gift pack. Shaun Orton & Melly - Shaun arrived back in Denver. Melly's parents were waiting there for him. They carted the crate with her body off the plane. Her body was missing from the crate. Her parents continue to seek counseling and Shaun spends his time drowning away in alchohol at a local pub. Tony Consumano - Still continues to tinker with his video making and filming. He pretty much cut himself off from the outside world. It is rumored that he is working on making an independent film based on some new technique or filming process he invented. Cocky "Jimmy Sausage" - He never did write the "big article". He instead has since put in several applications to the Agency and continues to conduct his own investigations. Anthony Amato - He got a respectable Agency funeral. Full trumpet blasts and all. Many well known Mafia leaders were at the funeral. They stood side by side with men of the Agency. Jim Meyers - His whole operation was investigated and turns out he was responsible for several mega scams to hit this country in the last 5 years. There were also at least 4 different bounties on his head from various organizations and he was wanted for fraudulency in 3 states. Shawn - He was never found. None of the McDonald's employees claim to have ever even seen him. We looked into the files, there is no proof that he ever really even existed. Chile - People say they still find parts of him on the Vegas strip. His death was labeled as a tragedy based on the chaotic happenings of that day. The Stratosphere Hotel & Casino had to issue stiffer security and more efficient safety Kristina - Her mutated remains are kept frozen in an Agency lab in Roswell. Clint - They had to bring out street sweepers to clean him up off the freeway. His remains were sent back to Canada to be buried. Jarrod & AngryTerry - Both still missing and wanted on multiple accounts. The search for them continues. This has been the true report of a declassified investigation. It has many unanswered questions and has spawned several other investigations off of it that continue even now. Signing off, Secret Agent TyM@n The Agency "An independent branch of the US Governement that deals with reports of strange or peculiar happenings and unexplainable phenomenons." ------------------------------ End of angry-psychos-digest V2 #247 ***********************************