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Ernie and the Spider Queen, a time travel in four perspect ives Quoth the Spider to the Fly:  The street is unnervingly empty. Still. Quiet. This is unusual; unexpected. But there! a noise... a slight vibration. The needle t witches like a severed limb. Almost imperceptible, but there. This is comf orting. Monitor Six - increase zoom. Eight-hundred percent. Yes, yes.  The bus approaches. I twitch, like the needle, in anticipation, as my agents scramble into readiness. Garages open, in synchronicity, expelling vehicles whic h begin to circle the block, like drones. Hired men crawl out of open win dows and sewer grates to begin their short lives as hot dog vendors, bus inessmen and paperboys. Ready! ready, my children. Stand true, he approaches.  Don't expose your cover - make me proud and I will reward you. I gather my arms around myself and survey my eight obse rvation globes expectantly. I click and pop as my many joints tense in  anticipation. As the yellow vehicle comes into normal sight range, a fistfight erupts between two agents who collide as they go through the mo tions. Overenthusiastic children, each hoping to serve me more effecti vely than the last. I sigh in pity, extending a long, stiff arm and depressi ng a button with a decicive click. Looking back to the monitor, the two of fenders have disappeared from sight, as five red-tinted manhole covers fall back into place. That was close. The bus is at hand - we must be prepar ed. With exaggerated care, the bus begins to pull into the terminal. Th e machinery screams, then whines, theen grinds to a halt. I click impatien tly. A form is visible behind the dusted glass of the door.  It decends and the portal cracks an aperture. Haltingly, it unfolds witho ut grace. The man is seen at last. Visage pressed to cold glass, I count  his footfalls. One... two... after the third, as calculated and simula ted eight-hundred times, nylon cables shoot at his legs. Ensnared,  he twists in the air like a bird with clipped wings. In slow motion, he rot ates and, invariably, gives a loveless embrace to the eatth, as they alwa ys do. Though I am far gone, I am not such to such a degree wh ere I cannot find a little morbid humour in this display, and I express it a ccordingly, with a low, chittering laugh. I was familiar enough with the w ire-frame model's acrobatics but somehow the intimacy with the process wa s fulfilled by the realization of the genuine act. Immediately upon landing, two of the nearest agents rus h up to his side, inconspicuously clipping the cord with blades strapped to  their palms, and they help him up. Shrugging off incoherant niceties, they escort him, as rehearsed, down the street to his unxpected but inevitable d estination.  Welcome to my parlour... Hi, and welcome to the next stop on the Mistigris worl d tour! This pack needs a little explaining before we go on any further. In case  you haven't figured it out yet, Mistigris has been having a "tour" around t he scene for the past few months. What this means is that each month Mistig ris releases their artwork alongside that of another group, arranged ahead o f time. Fire has been the biggest show so far for Mistigris, so we've d one our best to make this pack as special as possible. Inside, you'll find a number of collaborative pieces between fire and mistigris members, as wel l as some media which are not normally released with fire packs, namely l it and music. The topic of music brings me to my second point of interest. F ire's newly formed music division, Radiance, will soon be releas ing their first music disk. Following a mistigris tour tradition, one song by a mist  member will be included with the fire pack. This leaves the rest of the mis tigris music to be released with the Radiance disk, so be sure to catch it o n your favorite scene-related site. Speaking of sites, FireWeb is of course still up and running. Point your browser to http://patriot.net/~panacea/ to get the l atest fire news and current member list. We're currently looking for someplace tha t could host fireweb.org cheap or for free once we have registered the name.  If you can help us out in any way, it would be greatly appreciated. Ok, so the news isn't really arranged in order of importance. This month we were unfortunate to lose both our ansi coordinator and an an si legend when Eerie decided to call it quits with fire a few weeks ago. I still don't have much of an idea exactly what he's currently doing wi th his extra time, but we wish him luck in whatever he decides to pursue. Filling Eerie's enormous shoes is Nail, who i'm sure  will be more than able to fulfill the duties involved with the position of ansi coordi nator. Nail's german ancestry allowed him to be easily lured to the po st once we came up with our "Heineken and Hasslehoff" incentive plan. A s pecial thanks to The Extremist for helping out by being our tempor ary ansi coord while Eerie's official decision was still uncertain, and for filling in for nail again during pack time. Partly in response to Text's proven coordination ability over t he past month, I've assigned him to our new post as "communications coo rdinator". Text will be keeping track of our bulletin board HQ and distro site list, as well as a member list with names and phone numbers for as ma ny people as we can. If you haven't already, find The Extremist and give hi m your info (if you're in fire, of course). For all of you who could not for the life of you figure out fir e's whacky release schedule, we're giving you a chance to try and figure o ut a totally different whacky release schedule. After considering ideas lik e following the lunar cycle and some kind of formula involving prime number s, we finally decided on the first Saturday of each month. This is NOT hard t o understand. Saturdays are the ideal time to release because people (especia lly the euro guys) can stay up late. It also gives people some time for las t minute drawing and gives the viewer time to look at the pack the follo wing Sunday. This means the next fire pack will be released on SATURDAY, May  3rd. Whew... lots of info there. It's been a busy month. I'll let the individual coordinators dole out all the details now. -god among lice Ernie's big adventure:  Ernie loved public transit. To him, it was the greatest thing since libraries or park benches. He was of that rare breed who reali zed the underlying truth that the more people use, rely on something, t he greater its value. Hence, he was on his way to improve the government by picking up his welfare cheque. He couldn't really see the source of all the related ou trage. In his mind, it was more money than anyone really had a right to u se in a month. After all, he had never bought much - there was no room  in his shopping cart for food processors and CD-ROMs. He ran a web pa ge, courtesy of the library. "Life on Three Dollars a Week." At last count , eighty thousand people had seen it. Ernie had never seen eighty thous and of anything before. In his mind, any fundamental need beyond birdsong and s tarlight was available through the milk of human kindness. And in dumpsters , though it was unwise to partake of the milk found there. He had little on him at the moment; a pen and some napk ins with which he composed poems to give to passers-by, a swiss army kni fe, a bottle of water from a fountain, some exquisite rocks, feathers, ragge d strips of flannel and a roll of film found in the pockets of his newly-ac quired coat. He hoped to develop the film some day, because momentos of othe r people's lives are very important, a reminder that there are real, decen t humans behind the numbers and plexiglass and intolerance. As his stop approached, he found himself whistling a tu neless melody. Mendelssohn perhaps? On his way out, he tripped on so mething unseen, no doubt a loose thread on his ragged trousers, and tum bled rag-tag, like a flying patchwork quilt, into a bustling street scene. I n his schizophrenia-addled mind, he momentarily thought that he could  hear a child crying for his mother, then a woman laughing. Then he handed, hard, but the many layers of threadbare clothing he wore offered some padding . With fortunes doubled, two passing businessmen uncharac teristically lent their hands to help him up. An unusual sign of kindness f rom any man this deep in the city, especially considering who Ernie was. His foot was twisted slightly and the men offered their  impeccable black shoulders for him to lean on, and he put his arms around their backs, laughed, and shuffled off into the afternoon.  It was going to be a beautiful day. :: fireÝansi ::  Hey ho, here we go. (woo) The ansi division went  thru some changes this month... We began the month with that good old Ee rie guy as division head, but the guy lost interest in doing the j ob along the way, so I stepped in to take care of things on an tempo rary basis. When me and the liceboy finally had the confirmation of  Eerie's departure, we were talking about how I would take the d ivision, but we   also began to talk about how we like d Nail and should give him some staff job, and we ended up offering him the position, w hich he gladly accepted. Nail had some real life duties to attend to,  so I'm the one   writing the news this month. We also had some changes on the members side. Eerie go t Sniper back in, some of you may remember that this particular argen tinian had been   in Fire in a past era. Welcome back ! We also got a guy named Shaft who comes from the Shade fame. We're all glad to add y et another Swedish guy to our increasingly growing staff of Europe an artists. Deaccession left us this month after foresee ing a less active ansi drawing career in his near future. Also leaving is The Night Angel, who decided to devote more time to AWE. -the extremist :: fireÝhirez :: It's me again. Here's some Hirez news. We've cleaned the  hirez memberlist a bit this month. Psionide is no longer with us bec ause I haven't seen him around forever. Also, as much as we all love Halaster , I thought it seemed appropriate to remove him from our official ranks as a vga arti st. I think hal's known a LOT more for his ansi skills than his vga ability , don't you? :) New members this month come straight out of the fire legion of the golden bees (aka ansi artists). Fire From Heaven shows inc redible ability for a rookie vga artist. Keep a look out for hidden ansis in his vga  pieces! :) In fire packs, he will be releasing his vga work with the prefi x ffh- instead of his usual ansi prefix of two-. Also joining us is Numb. I have a feeling that Numb has always dreamed of becoming a famous vga  artist someday, just like I have always secretly dreamed of becoming a  famous ansi artist. Maybe we can help each other out? :) Look for our spe cial double feature vga collaboration in the next fire pack. -lGiOcDe :: fireÝascii :: This month was a hectic one, with me being invited int o ACID(remorse) and the numerous complications in my personal lif e all nicely wrapped up with my record deal with Hush Entertainment. T o be honest, I haven't  payed much attention to my dut ies as Fire!a coordinator this month and oddly enough during my absence things kept going at full-speed. So thanks to all the members who joined and to haji, who helped while I was gone. Talking about haji, I've decided to a ppoint haji as one of  the two Fire!a seniors, along  with the Emperor. This means if I'm ever absent for a long period of time, haji and the emperor will  fill in and  gather art, etc.. Also due to the large influx of members this past  month, I've decided to make Fire!a invite only , meaning if we want you  to join, we'll ask. However, y ou can send applications to me at the email address listed below if you feel you belong  in Fire!a.  As I said before, we gained several members this month  all with different talents. Psy comes to us fro m Israel, Skatter joins up from noname with his talent, Absent Spinster joins up with his original ansciis, Sammael comes from rile and samsara, Prodiac joins up with his  new ascii talent, Discofunk 74 joins from odelay with his mad-ascii skills, Baphomet comes to us from CIA  with his nice oldschools, Tsk  joins from remorse with his pimp styleez  and LT brings his oldschool skills to us late in the month.  Well, thats pretty much it.. I'm very pleased with our  second showing  and hope that things continue to do so w ell when I pay attention to the group ;) Look for another super-joint between all the talents in  the ascii scene  in the next pack. We salute ODELAY, kWESTPHUNK, and  REMORSE for keeping it real..  -- pariahFIREsenior << pariah@br eaks.for.alienz.org (Don't forget empty! He left fire ascii, but he sti ll runs the bot. -lGiOcDe) The Agony and the Ecstasy  He has now fallen down. You wash your hands. D rying them, her laughter rattles down the hall and under your door like a handf ul of dead leaves and rotten sticks. Damn her! Always finding amusement over the misfortune of the innocents. But she pays you exquisitely, and  your addiction is an expensive one. You hear her scuttling through the adjoining hallway, t he wheels of her apparatus squeaking and the tromping footfalls of her troup e of bodyguards accompanying her, no doubt to her opulent Attendance  Chamber, and a  portal in front of you flickers red to life in front o f you, to tell you that it's time to start preparing for a reception. It is unnec cessary, a deliberated insult on her part. You're a professional - your m ask and rubber gloves are already on. Does she think that you might no t have been in a state to realize the time for your responsibility? You kn ow better than anyone else to never mix business with pleasure, and as a rule that is at no risk as business teends to be very, very unpleasant. You pack up the rubber hose and give the scalpels anoth er dab with the sterile swab of methahol. Got to be ready. The monitors s how the two hired goons, in what must be their most true-to-life performanc es to date, escorting the poor victim into the entrance of the complex. Your fingers tighten, stretching the latex and making i t creak. This is really unneccsesary. You know that and she is fully aw are of it. She dosen't perpetuate it for her own benefit but rather becaus e she knows of the mental anguish it causes for you. And you have no say in the matter, because you have for ced some doors to be permanently wedged open with hypodermic needles, razor bl ades and dollar bills. It can't go on, of course. You know that and sh e is acutely aware of it; she just wants to see how far she can play the gam e before one of the contestants is driven over the edge. Unfortunately, she 's the only one who knows the full extent of the rules. Someday soon, it will all come folding in on itself. P erhaps you will turn on her, plunging your blades deep within her frame be fore your own bullet-riddled cadaver hits the floor. No, no, that won't do.  In her condition, vast and globular, there's no assurance that such an  action would actually kill her. Perhaps an overdose, then? Easier to execu te, but the culprit would remain painfully obvious. A double overdose? Th ey can't get you if you're already gone...  Footsteps approach - time for work. Enough of such  thought; the time is it not yet come? I hope the mistigris tour with fire is as much fun for you  to look at as it has been for us to organize. The mistigris guys are a great  bunch and I urge you to seek them out wherever they happen to be on the n ext leg of their tour. Personally, I really enjoyed being able to work to gether on as many collaborations as I did, and they probably never would have happened if Cthulu and the rest of mistigris hadn't begun their tour in the first place. Tell us what you think of having the lit strewn in amon gst all the art. This probably marks the first time fire has released lite rature since the very first fire pack ever. Anyway, I'll just shut up now and let you enjoy the pack in its  epic entirety. :) Catch you later. -God among Lice, fire president. The whole story:  The carrier gets on the bus. This is noted, as is his time of boarding, choice of seat, apparent lack of luggage, and the dir ection in which is facing. Cables pulse and thrum with excitement, spitt ing a constant flow of information back and forth with digital perist alsis. The next few minutes are very busy, though they don't l ook outwardly so. Nevertheless, it is impressive when an army of actors marc hes into the streets, synchronized, to become the ultimate disguise. Four red points of light pass over the carrier's torso as the bus passes certain buildings. He doesn't notice. Two men fight, then they fight no more. A hot dog vend or wipes a few spots of blood off of his stand, beneath rows of ketchup an d relish, and a businessman is forcd to retire inside as pulped cerebellum is  not quite so easy to clean. Manhole takes on a new meaning. The bus driver submits a full report as the vehicle of public transit comes to the sting. Cars adjust their cyclic choreogra phy as to avoid this new oasis of stasis, obstructing their fluid motion. With two steps, the carrier is subdued. Security prete nds to assist him but it is soon apparent that they are following ulterior or ders. The carrier is putting on a good show, demanding to see his lawyer (not that he has one), nor revealing for one instant that he knows anything of the situation. The transmitter on the microfiche tells us as much. With unexpected ease, the carrier is sedated. The doct or makes ready, recieving the delivery and going to work, but today he p roceeds a bit differently from the established routine after a long pause and  several red flashes. Instead of reviving the carrier, he is put instead in to a deeper sleep, prerecorded moans and screams playing so as not to arous e suspicion. A few superficial flesh wounds are made for appearance's sake -  cuts on the thighs, across the belly, and below the ribs, along the side - and the doctor takes out a bottle of latex in liquid form, applying it on seve ral locations on the carrier's body; his lips, on the palms of his hands, and  specifically along either side of the broad, shallow cuts. Dried under a he at lamp, it looks no more menacing than a skin rash, certainly not unexpect ed on one undercover in this manner. A fine powder, made from the rendered skins of the fine st South American frogs, is painted on the latex layers, doubling the me aning of the label 'carrier'. All remains of the applicating apparatus, the  jars and brushes, go into an incinerator. Almost as an afterthought, th e doctor removes the microfilm from the pocket of the carrier's coat and  puts it in a vacuum tube, from whence it arrives to waiting specialists in t he technical workshop four levels below. Smelling salts are applied beneath  the carrier's nose. He is uncomposed, but rational enough to recieve well th e instructions not to lick his lips nor to touch himself anywhere, especially not on his new wounds. The doctor stops for a minute to shake his head roughly , then regains his composure and calls security to bring the carrier t o the next stage of his voyage; the personal audience with the queen. Thu gs arrive and bear the man on his way. Alone, the doctor turns off the light  in his office and locks the door. He turns off and seals completely t he incinerator, then waits in silence to resolve a mental dilemma.  Finally, he steps into action, still in the dark. Disconnecting worn rubbe r hose from a gas valve and a bunsen burner, he turns the valve open and lets  the odourless substance wash over him. A filament is attached to a logic gat e, which will be activated in the event that the doctor trips a wire by falli ng down, in which case it will cause to be emitted a single spark.  Reducing a powder to a liquid on a heat plate, he i njects it into a prominent artery along the inside of his arm. He rolls several  small capsules around in his hand and, upon hearing the wailing of a klaxon and stomped, rushing footsteps, he swallows them.  It is a beautiful day. 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This pack is special in more ways than you will ever know. Sure, th e art is neat, perhaps even unusually so, considering the parties involved. T he logistics were quite something, too, taking up every last second of two m onths of communications and coordination and even then some. Still, it has been quite a long time since Mistigris has released a pack in April with F ire. (It's been  even longer since it released a pack in March with Fir e, but you can ask Samura iabout that, along with what happened to the March Proj ect 301 pack 8) What is this? Yes, probably earlier than most of yo u remember, Fire an dMistigris were once one group. February, 1 995, to combat the growing influence  of Integrity in Mist's home area code of 604  and to counteract the loss of Die Farbekrieg from the Fire side, a man far ahead of his time (and, as it turned out, his peers.) This was a previous incarnation of Fire - no Nail, no Numb,  no God Among Lice, but there were still recognizable faces in the crow d - Halaster, Prisonernumberone and Killa Hertz among them. Others, such as Eerie and The Extremist been appearing on the other side of the lines, with M istigris, as Gunthar and Surreal Logic would along their path to scene succe ss. The merger of two dying groups was not a successful one  - like a body rejecting foreign tissue, the few Fire members who came over ma de quick work of  their stay in Mistigris, dropping out of the  scene (and from there, into ACiD) promptly. Mistigris itself slowed to a crawl, nourishing and g iving life to an  entity viewed by many as far superior - Inte grity. But every domination must come to an end, and groups appear to take the place of the fall ing.(c) The xtremist, 1995 Enter the second incarnation of Fire. Here w e are now, and this is where they've gotten to, and that is where we've gotten to, and  you can conside rthis pack what things might have looked more like if t he merger had worked out after all.The dream image will only last a month, but the r esonation will be carried with us forever. Two years ago at this point I was publically bemoaning the fate of Mistigris, especially where its Fire side was involved, declari ng it the lousiest birthday present a guy could get. (My birthday is Apr il 04, the traditional relase date [but no longer] of Fire's fourth pack o f the year.) I'd like to think that this pack makes up for the frugality of that gift, and then some. I'd like to note a few things - thanks to all of the Fi re staff, especially God Among Lice, The Extremist, Fever and Mavrik  - for making our stay here notable and coaxing out much of our most exceptional art ever. The promise of Fire looming over our heads inspired us to heights t hat most of us may never have attained - and may never match. Thank you as we ll to Halaster, who made this possible - both then and now. I would encourage you, the viewer, to check out that art wh ich you won' tordinarily find here - the lit and music - just to see  how it's evolved since you last tuned out - and to follow our tour this month with the  Radiance music crew and the pending release of Shite! E-Mag #1 (a c ombination of Shazam! and Kithe) and in following months with, well, other to-be-named gr oups 8). In closing, I hope that the apparent success of this collab oration of two groups will inspire imitation and evolution from other memb ers of the scene ,now that we have proven that it is not only possible b ut can produce outstandin gresults. Cthulu - Mistigris president - I am not a fish  Mistigris 1997 - letting the artists run the asy lum - SAUCE00#info# fire news Fire Staff - and CthFire - and Mistigris19970407ø®P,