WHAT REMAINS WHEN THE LAST HUMAN SOUND ON EARTH HAS BEEN HEARD... AN ANCIENT
SYMPHONY... THE SONGS OF DISTANT EARTH... ERROR IN LINE 1999...    TSCC MEETS
CREAM...    MUSIC BY MC LASER...  TSCC LOGO BY EDO OF SECTOR ONE...    CODE BY
TAO AND ABYSS OF CREAM...    CREAM LOGO BY A. -T- OF CREAM...    WELL IT'S MC
LASER THE HARDDISK ERASER PITCHING TREBLE AND BASS YEAH...        UNFORTUNATLY I
HAVE TO SAY THAT TSCC IS SO DEAD THAT THEY SIMPLY COULDN'T CODE A LITTLE DEMO
LIKE THIS FOR ME AND I HAVE TO THANK -TAO- A LOT FOR OFFERING ME THIS FAVOUR!
MANY MANY THANX!!!    CONCERNING TSCC... IT WILL BE OVER FOR ME PERSONALLY WHEN
THIS YEAR HAS COME TO AN END! THEN TSCC EXISTED FOR TEN YEARS BUT WITHOUT CODERS
IT'S USELESS TO HOLD UP THE FLAG... BUT LET'S SEE IT NOT TOO NEGATIVE...
TSCC HAS REACHED THE HIGHEST HEIGHTS A DEMOGROUP COULD REACH... WHAT ELSE DO
YOU WANT CAN I ASK... NEARLY TEN YEARS WITH HIGHS AND LOWS... BUT ALL IN ALL IT
WAS A BEAUTIFUL TIME... 42... AND THANX FOR ALL THE FISH... AND NOW FOR
SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT... I KNOW YOU AND YOU KNOW ME AND A TSCC
SCROLLER WOULDN'T BE A TSCC SCROLLER WITHOUT WEIRD STORIES BASED ON DOPE
INFLUENCED EXPERIENCES AND, HUH WHAT'S THIS... OH MY GOD IT'S LEWIS CARROL
HOPPING AROUND LIKE A BIG WHITE RABBIT CALLING ME HUMPTY DUMPTY! "HEY HUMPTY
DUMPTY! I WILL KICK YOU DOWN FROM YOUR FUCKING WALL!" - I WAS STUNNED AND MY
MOUTH STOOD WIDE OPEN AND BEFORE I COULD SAY ANYTHING MY TONGUE STARTED TO
GROW... AND IT GROWED AND GROWED AND THE WHITE RABBIT STARTED TO LAUGH AND IT
GROWED AND A GRINNING CAT WAS HERE AND IT GROWED AND THE RABBIT GRABBED MY 10
METER TONGUE AND STARTED TO SPIN ME ROUND AND ROUND... 
YOU SPIN ME ROUND LIKE A RECORD BABY... SUDDENLY I FOUND MYSELF IN A REDLITE
DISTRICT WHERE A SELF-ENTITLED SCENE-PROSTITUTE CALLED MOD WAS DOING HIS EH HER
EH HIS EH HER EH HIS EH JOB EH... WANT SOME GRAFIX "IT" ASKED ME... AND BEFORE I
COULD REACT HE STARTED TO PIXELIZE A PICTURE SHOWING A CODER FIGHTING WITH HIS
WOLPERTINGER-PENGUINS... "LINUX LINUX" HE CRIED BUT THE PENGUINS STARTED TO BEAT
HIM UP...  DYNACORE JUST LOOKED OUT OF HIS 95 WINDOZE AND SAW WHAT WAS
HAPPENING. IN A FLASH HE GRABBED HIS BASEBALL BAT AND RAN OUT OF THE HOUSE
BUT... SUDDENLY HE STOOD IN EGYPT! SURROUNDED BY PHARAOHS AND LLAMA HE FELT
LIKE A TUSKEN RAIDER... A DUNE WARRIOR... HE MUMBLED SOMETHING LIKE "HOMEPAGE
HOMEPAGE HOMPAGE!" ... EVERYBODY WAS FRIGHTENED COZ OF HIS SUDDEN APPEARANCE AND
STOOD THERE LIKE FREEZED... I.O.U... AND THE WHOLE LLAMA CROWD STARTED TO
BREAKDANCE THE ELECTRIC BOOGIE... AM I PARANOID?
RED MUSHROOMS WITH WHITE SPOTS CAME OUT OF THE DESERT SAND AND IT CREATED A
PSYLOCYBIN-FOREST OUT OF THE EGYPTIAN EMPIRE... THE PHARAOH STARTED TO SPEAK
DOPED INFLUENCED WORDS LIKE... WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN... LOS WOCHOS...
VENTILATOR... OFENROHR... MASTURBATOR... TELEFONTERROR... GALGENHUMOR...
GEHIRNTUMOR... ANALRASUR... SEXUALKUR... INTIMSCHMUCKUHR... DYNACORE RAISED THE
BASEBALL BAT AND BEATED UP THE PHARAOH... THE PHARAOH CRIED AND THE MUSHROOMS
MOVED CLOSER TO DYNACORE AND CLOSER AND CLOSER AND FINALLY HE COULDN'T MOVE
ANYMORE AND HE GOT SICK AND VOMITED ON THE MUSHROOMS... IT WAS A CALM BUT STEADY
FLOW OF VOMITED STUFF LIKE PIZZA (VERY FAMOUS AT EIL) AND BIKES AND
COFFEMACHINES (THE NEW NUTRIMATIC) AND CAR-KEYS AND SOME DYNABUSTERS AND
VECTORBALLS AND LOST SCROLLTEXTS FROM 1993 ("OH I SEARCHED FOR THEM FOR SO
LONG, HE THOUGHT) AND STEREO CD-PLAYERS AND CAMELOT CASTLE AND AND AND AND.. AND
THEY OPENENED A TRASH-STORE AND LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER..........................