Heckraiser

The Sorrow and the Pity that is Ryoucilo

  A young musician wept. He wept for his art
which when looked upon could clearly be seen as crap.
 There was no rhtym to the song. It had no beat and the
lyrics were awful. He  looked at the music sheet some
more and decided to go at it again.
  He picked up the guitar and sat on his makeshaft bed.
He coughed and tested his voice a bit. Then that's when
the true terror begain.
  You see in the world there are people who can sing, those
who can't sing and those that if they even thought of singing
their vocal chords should be ripped from their throats. He was
of the later of the group.
  He blared out as he 'played' the guitar,
%When I was but a lad %
%I was very sad!%
%My mom thought I was insane!%
%Oh, how she complained!!!!%
  Pretty soon there was some loud banging at his door and he 
stopped 'playing' the guitar. He set the instrument down and 
walked towards the door. When he opened it a small man with
a thin mustache rushed into the apartment and looked around.
 The small man said,"Okay, where is it?! Where the hell is it Ryoucilo?!"
 Ryoucilo asked,"Where's what Mr.Visconti?"
 Mr.Visconti waved his finger in Ryoucilo's face and said,"I know
what you're doing up here and I don't like it one bit! Torturing cats
is a very sick way of getting your kicks."
 Ryoucilo said,"What?!"
 Mr.Vscionti said,"What else could make such a god-awful noise?! 
One of these days I'll catch you in the act. Then I'll call the  S.P.C.A.!"
 Mr.Visconti left the room as fast as he had come in. Ryoucilo closed 
the door after him and sighed. His landlord had compared his music to
the sounds of a feline being mutilated. At least he was nicer than that
critic from 'The New Yorker'.
  Ryoucilo decided that there was only one thing that could lift his
spirits. Write a really short and really bad fanfic. He walked over to his 
computer and turned it on. A few minutes later he was writing something
filled 
with sex, violence, Ryouga and a John Deer lawmower. 
  Ryoucilo then remembered the box he had gotten at the old Hungarian shop
owner
who lived a block away. He had sold it to Ryoucilo for ten dollars which he
insisted was a bargain. The old man had said it was a puzzle box, but
Ryoucilo
knew better.
  He took out the small box and looked it over. It was covered in intricate
designs which were gold while the rest of the box was black. The old man had
said it was Lemarch- uh, Lemarchan- uh, some French dude's box. The whole
thing was very complex and Ryoucilo couldn't figure what the hell it was so
he knew
right away that it was computer software. 
 He took the box over to his computer and tried to shove it in the disk
drive.
It wouldn't fit. This was pretty obvious because it was four inches too wide

and five inches too to fit in the drive. Ryoucilo, however was not one to
give up. 
 He walked over to his closet and opened it. He took a hammer and walked
back 
to the computer. He sat back down at the computer and looked at the box some
more
before smashing it with the hammer. About thirty whacks latter the box was
flat
enough to fit into the disk drive. He shoved the former box into the drive
and
waited for the program to come up.
 It didn't.
 Ryoucilo swore under his breath,"Goddamn Windows."
 He shrugged and walked back to his bed. He didn't want to bother with the 
computer anymore so he started to watch the movie he had rented a few days
ago.
---
 Ryoucilo really liked this movie. He was too busy watching the film on the
tv
to notice a rumbling coming from his computer.
 "You know what a mensch is? It's a human being."
 Jack Lemmon could be heard saying these words and Ryoucilo kept watching
unaware
of the bright blue light coming from his computer screen.
 Ryoucilo really should have looked at his computer by now, but he kept
watching
the movie. That's when the room went dark. Ryoucilo looked around and
couldn't
see anything anymore. Suddenly the smell of decaying corpses became present
in
the room. Something was very odd because that smell only came when he forgot
to
do his laundry.
  The wall split in half and four figures stepped into the room. They were
all
wearing black robes and were very pale. Ryoucilo would have dismissed them
as
being heroine addicts or rock and roll stars (Although one might ask what
the
difference between the two is), but there were some peculiarities
about the foursome.
  The first one was bald and had several pins sticking out of his head. He
had some hooks coming out of his robes. The second one was a bald woman who
had 
several hooks that stuck out of her throat and went up in a circle into the
sides
of her mouth. The third one was fat and bald.(Notice a pattern emerging) He
had
no nose to speak of and had small black glasses covering his eye sockets.
The
fourth one was, you guessed it, bald. He had slits instead of eyes and a
huge
mouth with his teeth always chattering.
  The first one took one of his hooks and looked Ryoucilo in the eye and
said,"We
have such sights to show you."
  Ryoucilo looked at the four figures who were closing in on him and he said
in a very timid voice,"Oh, boy." 

To Be Continued...?



Until I find better things to write about. Ja ne.