Hey fellows, it's almost Christmas, can you really stand it (I mean it:
can you _really) to see any of your brothers or sisters (any sissys
round?) suffering. You see, I know of a really sad story ... (sorry I
just have to dry some tears). OK, better know.

Once upon a time, there was a little noble Scottish boy (more a
Glaswegian, if I correctly remember). His fair skin was not quite as
fair, rather a little (quite much actually) tanned (that's why he was
affectionately - I hope - called black sheep) and he was absolutely
paranoid of free spaces. Hence he spent his childhood days in dark,
small, damp, rat-infested dungeons. This again led to his fair skin
(which was not that fair at all) to become fairer by the day (which
unfortunately nobody noticed in the dark).

He grew up and the other children became nastier (the fat boy down the
street even wanted to sell him to the butcher - and that below the
EU-agreed market price for mutton). Our little boy crept deeper and
deeper into his dark hiding place.

...... Sorry, I have to get another hanky .......

One day the Salvation Army gave him a second hand computer. What a great
opportunity for our poor little black sheep. A bright, small (well, tiny
actually) window had suddenly been opened in his dark and dreary world.

Another good sould gave him some green potatoes, and old pair of smelly
runners and (probably by accident) DeltaForce2.
Our dear boy became completely entranced and finally dwelled in his
omnipotent pre-pubescent terror phantasies.

And he lived happily ever after.
Sorry, got it wrong here. (just delete the line above. Thank you.)

The horror came unexpected one morning: DF2 is dead, long live DFLW!
Darkness and depression got hold of his furry little heart.
He almost got suicidal, though even this simple task eluded him and with
surprise he noticed that he survived when he threw himself out of the
window. (er, well, he lived in the basement...  - TRANSLATORS NOTE))

He finally managed to give a new meaning to his life by buying a brand
new DFLW CD. (How he got the money should not be part of this discussion
here, well, I mean, er hm, there might be children around...  -
TRANSLATORS NOTE))

Can you imagine his enlightened face when his paw-like hands (well
little trotters, really - TRANSLATORS NOTE) inserted the CD into his
drive? When (after looking for three hours and 17 minutes) he finally
found the ENTER key?

What a moment of utter and pure joy! Would the (tiny - TRANSLATORS NOTE)
window open itself again to the world?

What terror and pain, utter hell! DFLW requires a 3D card!

Can you imagine to leave him suffering like this? Suffering until his
collapsed lungs draw their last breath? Now, shortly before Christmas
(actually we could, I think - TRANSLATORS NOTE)?

Well, we can't (though I don't really see why not just let him suffer -
TRANSLATORS NOTE)

For this reason, give your heart a little kick and donate everything you
can do without to the little one. (let him bloody well die! give the
money to me instead  - TRANSLATORS NOTE)

God's blessing and a happy child will be your reward

Please send all your old (antique) hardware to:

Little BlackSheep
12345 Glasgow
The pits 4 (where no ray of sun light has ever been seen)

All financial donations should be send to: (or to me!! - TRANSLATORS
NOTE)

MaBöse
Swiss Number account 666-666-666