fucking talk. So that's the only way to solve arguments with all you fuck-heads out there, I just kill! God I can't wait till I can kill you people. I'll just go to some downtown area in some big-ass city and blow up and shoot everything I can. Feel no remorse, no sense of shame. Ich sage FICT TU! I will rig up explosives all over a town and detonate each one of them at will after I mow down a whole fucking area full of you snotty ass rich mother fucking high strung godlike attitude having worthless piece of shit whores. I don't care if I live or die in the shootout, all I want to do is to kill and injure as many of you pricks as I can, especially a few people. Like Brooks Brown .
I sat there staring at the screen for a moment. It was unexpected, to say the least.
On another page, Eric had posted my phone number, along with a specific list of everything he hated about me. On yet another, he encouraged would-be killers to seek me out, and promised a reward for my head.
Eric had an entire three-page document dedicated to the building of pipe bombs. He gave specific instructions on what ingredients to use, along with updates on his own progress. He described the bombs he'd already built, and the successful detonation of one of them. The entry read:
Mother fucker blew BIG. Pazzie was a complete success and it blew dee fuck outa a little creek bed. Flipping thing was heartpoundinggut-wrenching brain-twitching ground-moving insanely cool! His brothers haven't found a target yet though .
Atlanta, Phobus, Peltro, and Pazzie are complete, for those of who [sic] that don't know what they are, they are the first 4 true pipe bombs created entirely from scratch by the rebels REB and VoDkA. Atlanta and Phobus are each 1 1/4″ by 6″ pipes, Peltro is 1″ by 6″, and Pazzie is 3/4″ by 5″. Each is packed with powder that we got from fountains, mortar shells, and cracker-ing balls. Each also has a 14″ mortar shell type fuse. Now our only problem is to find the place that will be “ground zero.”
Eric had posted detailed descriptions of the “Rebel Missions” he and Dylan had carried out in the neighborhood. In this example, they set off firecrackers outside the house of the person they had targeted for the evening:
Awwwwyeya. This mission was so fuckin fun man. OK, first of all, my dad was the only parent home, so it was much easier getting out. . . but still hard since all those rocks in my backyard make so much noise . . .
We watched as some lights in the Target's house went on, then off. Maybe the bastard heard something. But when the (firecracker) strip started, he turned his bedroom lights off. The strip lasted for about 30 seconds . . . we think . . . It was very fucking long. Almost all of it went off, loud and bright. Everything worked exactly how we wanted it to. After about 15 minutes we started down the bike trail to the next target. The first target's lights were on again in the bedroom, but we think we got away undetected. While we were walking to the next target, we shot some stuff. Heh, VoDkA brought his sawed off BB gun and a few BB's, too.So we loaded it, pumped it, and fired it off a few shots at some houses and trees and stuff. We probably didn't do any damage to any houses, but we aren't sure . . .
. . . Ok people, I'm gonna let you in on the big secret of our clan. We ain't no god damn stupid ass quake clan! We are more of a gang. We plan out and execute missions. Anyone pisses us off, we do a little deed to their house. Eggs, [TP], superglue, busyboxes, large amounts of fireworks, you name it and we will probably or already have done it. We have many enemies in our school, therefore we make many missions. It is sort of a nighttime tradition for us .
Based on the Web site, however, it seemed clear that these “Rebel Missions” weren't going to satisfy Eric for much longer. Writing, “I live in Denver and would love to kill all its residents,” Eric offered one final warning to his readers:
Well
I sat there staring at the screen for a moment. It was unexpected, to say the least.
On another page, Eric had posted my phone number, along with a specific list of everything he hated about me. On yet another, he encouraged would-be killers to seek me out, and promised a reward for my head.
Eric had an entire three-page document dedicated to the building of pipe bombs. He gave specific instructions on what ingredients to use, along with updates on his own progress. He described the bombs he'd already built, and the successful detonation of one of them. The entry read:
Mother fucker blew BIG. Pazzie was a complete success and it blew dee fuck outa a little creek bed. Flipping thing was heartpoundinggut-wrenching brain-twitching ground-moving insanely cool! His brothers haven't found a target yet though .
Atlanta, Phobus, Peltro, and Pazzie are complete, for those of who [sic] that don't know what they are, they are the first 4 true pipe bombs created entirely from scratch by the rebels REB and VoDkA. Atlanta and Phobus are each 1 1/4″ by 6″ pipes, Peltro is 1″ by 6″, and Pazzie is 3/4″ by 5″. Each is packed with powder that we got from fountains, mortar shells, and cracker-ing balls. Each also has a 14″ mortar shell type fuse. Now our only problem is to find the place that will be “ground zero.”
Eric had posted detailed descriptions of the “Rebel Missions” he and Dylan had carried out in the neighborhood. In this example, they set off firecrackers outside the house of the person they had targeted for the evening:
Awwwwyeya. This mission was so fuckin fun man. OK, first of all, my dad was the only parent home, so it was much easier getting out. . . but still hard since all those rocks in my backyard make so much noise . . .
We watched as some lights in the Target's house went on, then off. Maybe the bastard heard something. But when the (firecracker) strip started, he turned his bedroom lights off. The strip lasted for about 30 seconds . . . we think . . . It was very fucking long. Almost all of it went off, loud and bright. Everything worked exactly how we wanted it to. After about 15 minutes we started down the bike trail to the next target. The first target's lights were on again in the bedroom, but we think we got away undetected. While we were walking to the next target, we shot some stuff. Heh, VoDkA brought his sawed off BB gun and a few BB's, too.So we loaded it, pumped it, and fired it off a few shots at some houses and trees and stuff. We probably didn't do any damage to any houses, but we aren't sure . . .
. . . Ok people, I'm gonna let you in on the big secret of our clan. We ain't no god damn stupid ass quake clan! We are more of a gang. We plan out and execute missions. Anyone pisses us off, we do a little deed to their house. Eggs, [TP], superglue, busyboxes, large amounts of fireworks, you name it and we will probably or already have done it. We have many enemies in our school, therefore we make many missions. It is sort of a nighttime tradition for us .
Based on the Web site, however, it seemed clear that these “Rebel Missions” weren't going to satisfy Eric for much longer. Writing, “I live in Denver and would love to kill all its residents,” Eric offered one final warning to his readers:
Well
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