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Life and Death of a Hack
From the store, the hack arrives to your front door. You open the pac. and hold your new hack now free from the manufacturing factory. Play in the round, with this new joy you have found. Attemping stalks, clips, and all the tricks, you realize nothing could be better for getting your kicks. Soon you'll notice the wear, but you just wont care. You are going insane, because you are on the top of your game. Unfortunately, as time ticks and you continue the kicks, the hack will get old, and it's tired threads will not hold. It will start small, hardly anything at all. But slowly the hole will grow, and the beads will flow. At this time you will find, that the world is rather unkind. But if you can, you'll sew the hack and start the game all over again. Really you are just slowing the inevitable, that being the hacks funeral. Soon the holes will be here and there, then everywhere. That's when you kno that the time has arisin, and you must free the beads from their circular prison. Dropping the beads out like a salt shaker, you are the undertaker. To the earth they go, forever beneith your toe. Take the empty remains to your place of rest, giving it a gentle courtesy toss is the best. There, under your bed it stays, as a reminder forever of the glory days. |
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I call it the Frankenstein hack. A thirty two panel hack, that's right, not twenty eight, but thirty two panels, that has had its day in the sun. But numerous holes did not slow my brother. He sewed up every weak spot he could find with multiple colours of thread. It has lost a few beads, but don't frown on this whacked, smacked, torn, worn, slamed, and damned hack. It has been in and out of the cirlce for over a year and always comes back. Good for the stall, clipper, and high flying save. With this hack, any sesh is going to be a rave. |
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Alright. As you might well have guessed.... the poem was from a personal experience. My first hack. I called it "a hack." It was my first hack, which I just mentioned, but thought I should mention it again, to give you all something to read. Short story short, lets just say a certain individual that I will keep un-named...*cough* D-MAN *cough* *cough, was hackin' it up with myself, and probably my bro. We were doin' alright (before decisoin to go pro) and having a good time, because it's hack, how could you not have a good time? But this game was cut short.... when one wild kick led to a save attempt, but instead of saving... this un-named peacepipe... I mean person, slammed the hack down to the cement ground below with the bottom of his mighty sandle! He then proceeded with a sliding action as if he were regaining some sort of balance lost during the save attempt. This sliding action, combined with the force placed on the hack, ultimately resulted in a massive hole, unlike anything I've ever seen before. It was like watching Bambi's mother being shot over and over and over again, and there was nothing I could do but watch it happen as my stomach cringed, and my heart broke. After the brutal deed was dun, I proceeded with the traditional burial ceremony, and everyone at the hack circle watched with sympathy. I emptied the beads into the cold ground below, and took the empty remains to my room. To this day the remains are under my bed, and there they shall remain forever more. I don't blame Andy.... I mean... ah well it's too late now, not worth backspacing all this just to type un-named. As I was saying, I don't blame Andy for the horrid happenings of that day, because he was after all giving his all, and trying to save the hack. I just like makin' him out to be an evil sucka, and make him feel worse then he did at the time! That's the past. Now I have a new hack, starting finally to get the proper wear in it... so Andy can come on over and destroy my hack and life once more. ;-) |
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