"I must say, he's got balls," I told Zombos. We were discussing fellow LOTT D member Vault of Horror's The "Cyber-Horror Elite" Have Spoken: Presenting the Top 50 Horror Films of All Time!
"Apparently they are bigger than his head because that is where all the blood flow is going," he replied.
"Oh, come on, he's written up an excellent list based on the League of Tana Tea Drinkers members' highly recommended horror films. I'll admit it's a gutsy move to actually publish it, given all the narrow-thinking gorgons out there who will pounce on it, rip it to shreds because their movie isn't mentioned, and then go chopping his head off for the oversight."
"But that is my point; people forget that lists are meant to stimulate discussion, not blood-feuds. Instead of looking at the criteria, the reasoning behind the choices, and constructively countering with their reasoning and favorites, they rather bully-blather and castigate the list-maker," said Zombos.
"List-makers," I corrected him. "Your choices and mine are part of the list, too, you know."
"Oh, he forgot to include us in the list of contributors, so I think we are safe."
"Ummm...I let him know he forgot to include us, so he put us at the top of the list," I said.
"Oh my God!" Zombos whirled around, his eyes widened in fear. "Are you insane? The top of the list? Quick, bolt the front door and draw the shades!"
"Oh, stop. Don't be silly. You are over-reacting for noth--" Something hit the library window interrupting me. "What was that?"
The phone rang. I went to pick it up. "Hello? Hi, Brian." I turned to Zombos. "It's Brian over at The Vault of Horror." The phone went dead for a second. "Hello? Hello? Yes? What's that? Oh my, that's not good, is it. Okay, we'll be careful." I hung up. "He said he's received death threats because of the list. He says, somebody named Adrian Messenger said he's going to kill off everybody who contributed to "the crappy list of nonsense" as he called it."
"Which end is he starting with?" asked Zombos. Something heavy hit the library window again, startling us.
"What end?"
"Which end of the list of contributors, top or bottom, is he starting with? You said Brian put us at the top of the list. So if this lunatic is starting at the top and working his way down--"
A rock crashed through the window and rolled across the Ardabil carpet to rest at my feet. A sheet of yellow paper was wrapped around it. I picked it up and unfolded the paper. Written in a frenzied, but bold script were the words "Hammer or Die You Bastards, Sincerely, Adrian."
"I think he started at the top," I told Zombos.
