Rampage

Rampage

A Story by Neo-Water Basilisk
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rams. Word play is my favourite type of play! (jk)

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Recently, I installed some RAM into my ram that sits on my ram that rams rams that ram rams. I did this so that my ram could use the extra RAM to queue up more rams that ram rams to ram. That is to say, my ram will have an easier time ramming rams that ram rams; or, rather, the ram's list of rams that ram rams to be rammed can be larger at one time.
  Let me attempt to clarify the situation. I have a ram (that bleats and has horns) that uses RAM (random access memory) to keep lists of rams that ram rams, and it sits atop a ram designed for ramming rams that ram rams. So, my ram is like the pilot or coordinator for the ram that rams rams that ram rams. Alternatively, it can be said that it sits atop an anti-ram-anti-ram. Really though, it is nothing more than a ram that rams other rams that ram rams.
  Thus, I have tried to explain how I recently added some RAM to my ram that sits on my ram that rams rams that ram rams. By the way, my ram's name is Ramses. And, I must say, Ramses is definitely one of the best rams that ram rams that ram rams.
  But, seriously speaking, it is a pretty ramshackle situation if one thinks about it. A ram that rams rams that ram rams? Is the ram ramming a ram or a ram? And does that ram that is rammed ram rams or rams?
  Questions, questions... Oh, and if it is too difficult to understand, I recommend installing more RAM into yourself. Doing so is doubly helpful if one is a ram that rams rams that ram rams. But, the ethical ramifications of cybernetic implants in people!... and rams!
  Or something.

© 2011 Neo-Water Basilisk


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Added on February 15, 2011
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Neo-Water Basilisk
Neo-Water Basilisk

Fringelands, Province of the Deceased, Canada



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Who am I, or who are we? We have seen a blasted wastes of the arid abyss. We have felt the frozen winds of the desolate tundra. We have breathed the intoxicating aroma of madness. What you call .. more..

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