Eurochart #25

Welcome to the Official Eurochart #25, featuring me as scroll writer. At the same time it is the start of a new era, where rooms of many colors roam and no one with less than 1 meg chip ram sleeps well (including me). On the other hand, I won't be able to insult anyone cause if you read this you'll probably have an AGA-thing... Hmm... At this very moment, WE (the members and me) are sitting at my place doing absolutely nothing creative. You might say that we are lazy, but I think NOT. Think about all the produktions that we have made... Year... and all the... the.. year, and all the other things on our minds... (who said NOOOT?. Not me anyway). My mind is as emty as the inside of a train in which some one has planted a bomb, and told about it. It is a very funny feeling. One'll never know when it blows.. One thing is wrong though!! I just hate the trampling of all the special-forces sent to secure the area. They make so much noise... This scroll is completely dead!!! By the way, look up the CUTsCORNER article. Some one told it to be extremely fancy (tsk tsk)...   -!- 5 days later -!-   I have just been at my school. It is exam time, and I have just ended my last written one. Pvew, I am glad thats over. I mean, - It is really OVER!!! No more scribbling, no more essays and no more choral harmonisation!!! I like IT, and I know that I speak for a lot of people when I say that school is too uncreative, and that all the subjekts that are supposed to be creative always tend to be twisted in some strange fassion. Take "Music" for instance. I chose it because I wanted to use my creative ability here. FUCK ME!!! I was overwhelmingly disapointed. All I could do was to sit back and listen to the teachers crap and try to forget the fact that I made a mistake... Okay okay. It wasn't all wrong. Some of the things he said were useable...   JUMP!   What has this scroller ever had to do with the E'chart anyway. No one ever writes anything of use or relevance. We ought to dump it completely... No... No that wouldn't be a good idea. Then there would be nothing for the simple minded folk.   I think I will make up a story... and tell it to you of course.   Once upon a time there was a boy called mads (well I had to pick a name. So I wrote down 1200 names and picked it randomly among the 1200. Was I unlucky or what. crap name anyway... (plrtltars...  argh)). Mads was a jung but not so very bright lad. He had two friends called Rasmus and Esser who were also not so bright (two more shit randoms.). They all ventured in the realm of computers untill one day in may (rime!!!). It was early midday and the friends had just left their beds to meet at the towns marketplace. There they all sat down to enjoy the sun and the newborn flies. They didn't know what to talk about (as usual) so all they did was to swamp. (as much as they could, hangin' in mid air space floating) They couldn't know what was going to happen this day, that would to change their lives to the better (hmm). Then suddenly he was there. POW!!. All the friend lost a minute or more of the day just looking at the thing. He was a big strong and beautiful man, glowing with an otherworldly light. "Hello, my name is Allan", he said (Yet another randomly picked name. This one is nice though.) He stood completely still, not even blinking. The friends didn't know what to do, eventhough they felt a strong urge to give their AGA things to him. For long moments nothing happend. Then, as if a cloud had slipped its grip on the sun, Allan talked again. This time he smiled and looked nice, and in their ignorance the friends thought this to be a good sign. BAAAAD MISTAKE..... Never again did the friend see their AGA pets, and never again did one of them smile. So children be aware of the caped AGA snatcher ALLAN. You can never be too sure if he is here or there.   (This was the lesson of the E'chart #25)   (tekst wrap)