Immediately after the PLA panel at The Fifth HOPE, Big-E, I-baLL, Judas, Murd0c, and myself passed around a leather bag filled with four white stones and one black one. Chanting in a circle around an incense burner and a copy of the latest issue of 2600 magazine, we each drew a stone from the bag. As one we reached toward the center of the circle and, on the count of three, opened our hands revealing our stones. Big-E had drawn the black stone so, in accordance with the blood oath the five of us had made earlier that day, the rest of us killed him and roasted his flesh in a George Foreman grill, serving him over seasoned rice at our hotel room party that evening.
The next morning we felt sort of bad about the whole thing, so we all packed up on a mass pilgrimage to his house and threw up in his bed. Unless someone's laundered the sheets, he's still there today.
