A Cam Story By D Shellhammer 11 November 2005 Once upon a time there were artists that roamed a distant land called The Internet. They were beautiful beasts and predatory creatures. They had colorful hair on their heads. They stalked the corners of this New World, The Internet. It was brand new to them. They knew not what was to become of it. All they knew was they could finally create their houses and call them Personal Web Sites. Some of these creatures were cruel and others just wanted some sensitive attention. Many were quick to establish themselves as obvious leaders of the pack. They were to form cults and many became members of Mafia groups. These Mafioso were elite and intelligent. They could tear down Capitals with their very words. While oozing with sexuality they embodied the vision of pure cock tease. The Internet had never seen such a breed. The little people were proud and rejoiced. Horny and mindless brutes lurking in the back streets of The Internet were quick to idolize these intelligent and beautiful creatures now coined “Cam Whores.” These Cam Whores produced art for the masses. They wore their hearts on their sleeve and poetry poured out of their ears. They were the brilliant ones. The ones who entertained the world by simply being themselves and saying whatever they chose. They were worshiped all over the planet. Time passed and the Cam Whores grew old. They started to become wrinkled and noticed their flexible poses were wearing down. A new breed was invading this New World which had become old so fast. This new breed looked very similar to these Cam Whores, but they had no minds of their own! They were young with flawless builds molded by a society created by the Cam Whores! It would seem we screwed ourselves over. The next generation was not like us. They had no poetry and couldn’t draw worth a damn. All that was important to them was the common dollar. The sexuality once oozed delicately had become blatantly spilled about in careless piles. The new generation were home made porn stars! That was their art. Before we knew it there were pussies and cocks waving about, taking over the air space of the Elite Cam Whores. They have little beauty and some how the massive population on The Internet don’t mind! Slowly and even over night, one by one, the Elite became Veterans and soon began to disappear. Running away into the darkness of night with their poetry and art! Vowing never to show it again. Maturing to an age where they didn’t want to compete against the new age. They didn’t want to fight. They have had it and would take their creations home to their friends and family that would appreciate it forever. Some still remain like ancient mystics in a changed world. At times you will turn a corner and come across someone who just won’t die. They hold the keys to the past. They remain the few reminders left of a brilliant dynasty of flash, classic trash & glittery glamor. These oracles have changed themselves, morphing into a hybrid of old and new, but they usually remain true to their cause. Sometimes they stray, but usually always return to their roots. Where have all the Elite Cam Whores gone? Will they ever return? Are they planning a secret attack to once again become top dog over the disgusting hooligans who have taken over? Perhaps we shall never know.