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We had an agenda.. and it was to build a time machine, and we did it, it was a collective effort from all members of 67. Chris Lewis was supposed to design the time machine, but all he ended up doing was cry himself to a corner in a fetal position screaming out "gros penis lancinante est mon ami!", i think it's in french, feel free to google translate. Mattmatthew was the designated fabricator.. he was in charge of the construction and the final touches on this beast-like machine. Although we were 110% confident in mattmatthew's abilities on creating this time machine, we would also enlist aaron fricks expertise on this project.. together they both felt that it would be in the groups best interest to just start drinking beer and seeing where that would lead them.. consequently this caused the machine to be finished with some faults.. ONE being that when we used the time machine, it would send us further back than we expected.. thanks aaron. Upon our travels to the year 1985 we decided it was in our best interests to try and somehow hack our way back to 2015.. since there was a beer bottle left inside the actual machines cpu (thanks aaron) this made it near impossible to do so.. So we did what any responsible adult would do.. TRACK DOWN YOUNG AARON FRICK AND BEAT HIS ASS.. Me and Luciano went to a phone booth and found aaron fricks details, we took the piece of paper and went to the nearest gun store to load up so we could teach young aaron a lesson.. The gunsmith was nice enough to let us walk out of the store without paying for it.. after we told him our story and our problem with the young aaron, and at one point the gunsmith even wanted to come and fight with us.. his name was keith aaron nadolny.. he was wearing this fucking dope beard and a cat t-shirt.. so we couldn't do this without him.. keith: LETS KILL DIS SON BITCH ivan: YEAH FUQ THAT CUNT. luciano: si. Keith had this dope ass el camino with a sticker on it that said "show me your pussy".. he insisted it wasn't some type of sexual innuendo, i think i believed him. After driving for 70 miles or so Keith had become tired.. his days of breast feeding had gotten the best of him and he needed to sleep.. lucy decided to take the wheel as i wasn't used to driving on the opposite side of the road.. i explained that to luciano, and we got into a conversation about how weird it is that i drive on the opposite side of the road in my country, so sure enough luciano decides to see how it feels like to drive how we do in australia and proceeds to steer towards the opposite side. ivan; hey.. hey man what the fuck are you doing? luciano; Si keith; snoring... cat noises.. some more snoring.. beard stroke.. ivan; WHAT THE FUCK LUCY STAHP IT NOW! luciano; Si After he said Si the second time i was somehow convinced that he understood whatit was i wanted, but i should have known better, he drove that car straight intoan on comming car... it wasn't pleasant but at least we still had eachother. Keith was pretty bummed about the car and if i recall correctly.. keith said to lucy keith: DUDE YOU JUST FUCKED UP MY CAR.. I HAD THREE MORE PAYMENTS ON THIS BABY AND IT AIN'T INSURED! luciano: Si.. hee hee.. keith: fuck you motherfucker i'm gonna skullfuck your face untill your eyes fallout because clearly your eyes are useless even when you drive dick turd! luciano: Si.. Si... Siiiiiiiiii ivan; calm down cunts.. KILL LUCY.. KILL HIM GOOD... THRUST YOUR STEELY ROD IN HIS EYEBALL! **** inserts weird slushing noise now **** Okay, now luciano is no longer with us.. i'm not at liberty so say how or why he's no longer with us, but that's how it is, you join the dots.. Me and keith decide to walk into the nearest town so we can hijack a bus at the local bus stop.. and BEHOLD!, theres a nice yellow school bus just begging to be stolen, it's got our names all over it.. literally it does, i just saw keith bombing up the bus with our names. We drove that bus all the way to Aarons hometown of washington D.C.. just incase you didn't know it's the gayest city of america, and aaron belongs there.. that city has a whopping 17 elected gay officials, it was only right that aaron was brought up here.. We stepped off the bus and asked this random girl who called herself pat swanson if she knew where aaron frick lived.. pat swanson; tee heee he lives across the street on the corner of buttthrust ln.ivan; k thanks sweetheart.. say thats a nice beard you're growing.. is that the effects of post menopause? *** SILENCE *** pat swanson rips this street post from the ground with her bare hands.. nothing but estrogen fueling this menopausal rage.. he turns green and runs towards me, feeling helpless i crouch into a little ball and pray for the best possible outcome, and within a second i open my eyes and see a strong keith staring down at me with the sun behind him so he totally looked like a saint, turns out he out bearded him by grabbing his own beard and wrapping it around pats neck and strangling her till there was no more air.. THANKS KEITH I OWE MY LIFE TO YOU. we walk up to the front door step of where young 1985 aaron would be living, ** DING DONG ** young aaron; who's there? keith; it's the candy man, i've got free candy for you! lucianos ghost; si si.. aaron opens the door excited to see a bearded man and his helper with two bags of candy, when suddenly keith takes out two ak47s from the bag and throws one toivan.. aaron freaks out and tries to slam the door shut, but ivan's tree kickingskills have come to play here, he kicks the timber door open with his foot of justice and it's forced aaron to cower up stairs into his bedroom, keith goes running towards aaron, while i go into the kitchen pantry as i was pretty hungryand i thought keith could do with a good meal too, so i started prepping up some roast pork and potatoes.. Keith manages to run upstairs and opens aarons bedroom door.. he starts whistling and singing, just to get the suspense going "whistle.. 1, 2 tourettes is comming for you.. 3, 4 ivan just kicked your door... 5, 6 EAT A DICK! *BLAAAAM BLAAAM BLAAAM* keith finds aaron and aims his ak47 at his odd shaped head.. aaron at this stage was begging to be saved... said he would do anything to not be killed.. aaron; PLEASE DON KILL ME MR CANDY MAN! keith; SHUT UP KID, IT'S TOO LATE.. ivan; NOOOOO! STOP! keith stops for a minute and thinks.. WTF? WE JUST HACKED TIME FOR THIS GUY AND NOW YOU DON'T WANT TO KILL LITTLE AARON?, so keith did what any normal person would do.. he killed ivan.. yep, shot me right in the anus.. he felt so guilty that he didn't end up killing aaron, he just beat his ass with his leather belt. Then walked over to aarons computer, turned it on.. fired up thedraw and made sure this pack came out.... - Ivan segaric  Ivan just asked me to write something for this pack. He just came home, and I just ate dinner, and though we are separated by over 2000 miles  of Pacific Ocean, we still managed to be online simultaneously while he  passed me this file so I could append my barely coherent commentary in  this epic art pack. To make matters worse, he FB /dcc'ed me the file  just as I was sliding doward into the World's Most Epic Food Coma; sadly, this coma will never come to fruition, now that I have been pressured into remaining semi-cognizant, to author this NFO file for you, our dear  fans and jovial readers.  It should be noted that in the year of last the individuals who curated and collated our 2014 releases, made a concerted effort to bring a sense of legitimacy to our releases, by changing and formalizing the language written in our NFO files. It has been all for naught. Blocktronics is not legitimate. We are the maid-seducing, sailor-cussing, illegitimate bastard son of the ANSI Art scene, and it was just our luck that people found us on Facebook,  and just so happened to "Like" us, and here we are. Not to mention that  there are over two decades of precedence in writing idiotic NFO files;  to stop now would be disrespectful to the past accomplishments forged within the creative fires of this medium.   So without further ado, we present Block Fury. - Mattmatthew Info header done by Argon of blocktronics. SAUCE00 20150601Ì6PÏ IBM VGA