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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
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2 ************************ INSTALLED: 26 FEB 86 **********************
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3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator
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4 ************************************************************
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5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION
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6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM.
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7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned
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8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public.
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9 no restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is
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10 privately owned, I retain thepright to remove any and all messages which
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11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be
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12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved)
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13 to leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the
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14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the
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15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace
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16 The line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up.
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17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system.
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18 *************************************************************************
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19
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20 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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21 My...I'm....en la cima. It has been a few months, isn't just saying "AT THE
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22 TOP" the only requirement of someone there? Yah, I thought so.
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23 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++ 26 Feb 86 at 11:11pm +++
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24 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$#
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25 "Eugene!"
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26 Farley answered his aging ther from his workshop. "YES?" he called back into
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27 the kitchen.
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28 "Quit working on that thing this minute. Aren't you supposed to be on
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29 vacation, or something? You still haven't told me exactly where u're working
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30 now, either. Go play golf, or something. Relax."
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31 Farley wiped his hands on a rag as he walked into the kitchen. "You always
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32 did impore me to go outside and play, didn't you, mother? Yes, well, I've
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33 taken a short leave. The company is a little-known...er...'investigation
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34 agency'."
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35 "Oh? You're doing detective work again? Does it pay well enough to keep up
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36 this house of yours?" With a sudden michevious smile, "Maybe I should hire
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37 a maid."
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38 Farley smiled back. "If you say so, mom. Look, I'm finishing my work now,
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39 so I'll go o'out to play'. All right?"
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40 "Fine. Pick up some bread on your way home?"
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41 Farley assented then returned to the partially dassembled circuitry. Ten
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42 minutes later, it was mounted in a molded plastic case and laying on the
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43 passenger side of Farley's pickup.
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44 Farley's comlink came to life, hidden in his pocket. After he parked in the
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45 lot of the golf course, he punched his access code into it.
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46 <Another fine tidbit from: Ian MacHinery>
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47 <Meeting, @ HQ conference room 792>
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48 <Tuesday next. Ian>
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49 <Ok, he's done now.>
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50 Farley smireked a moment at the text. The node-definable header/footer was one
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51 of NET's recent improvements on their comlink system, and some agents, Farley
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52 included, used it to poke a little fun at the management. Ian probably knew
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53 about every ddeviant header, but so far had done nothing about them.
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54 Farley got out of his truck and took the box. Time to test it without
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55 interruptions, Farley thought.
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56 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# Farley #$##$##$##$##$# 2/26/86 #$#
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57 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\45
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58 Kerilli stepped in through the oaken door after the first crash. The trap had worked. In the center of the hall
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59 stood Master Tremis, cloaked in the form of Void, throwing the young intruder around like a rag doll. Her first sight
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60 of the infamous Destroyer was anticlimactic. He looked far too weak and fragile to be the unholy terror rumor had made
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61 him out to be. Every time Master Tremis violently threw him against something, it seemed to do him little damage. He
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62 continued to futilely try to grab the Master, but there was nothing to grab. His death was assured. Nevertheless, her
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63 orders were to take no chances. She drew her sidearm.
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64 It was a simple six-shot projectile weapon, the projectiles being cast of mithril silver. Each of the projectiles
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65 had been put under a blood-curse of instant death. No power, physical or magical, would protect him from this potent
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66 combination, which could break any magical spell in existence. It could even destroy Master Tremis, in his current
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67 form. She would have to be very careful. She raised the gun and tried to center her aim on the slim figure of the
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68 Destroyer...
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69 James tried to breathe and choked on blood instead. His entire body was a giant ball of pain. At least half his
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70 ribs were cracked. If not for his power, he would have been splattered by now. As it was, he wouldn't take much more
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71 anyway. What breath he had managed was driven out of him as he was slammed into a marble pillar.
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72 He had to get loose. He couldn't touch the giant, or make him let go. This was it. He was finally going to die.
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73 What surprised him the most was how little it bothered him. What did bother him was that he couldn't keep his promise.
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74 Through bloodied lips, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Tariya. I can't-"
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75 The giant swung him around and was suddenly flying through the air. He retained enough of his wits to land on his
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76 feet and wondered the giant had let go. He looked down and saw that most of the front of his jacket was gone. The
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77 giant was holding the remnants in its fist. The fabric had torn under the stress. James smiled. He had a
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78 chance.
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79 There was a huge bang and something zipped by his head. Painfully he ducked and saw the woman in the doorway with
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80 the .38 Special. She fired again, missing by a wider margin. Thankfully she wasn't a crack shot. The giant was the
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81 bigger threat.
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82 Big but slow. James ran past it, ducking under it's grasp. Now he was back by the table. The occupants were still
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83 in the trance, giving no sign that they were aware of him. he jumped the table and stood next to one old man. He
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84 grabbed the body, which was like grabbing a window dummy. This guy was out of it. He grabbed the man's head and
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85 twisted. Something went pop in the neck and the body went limp. James suddenly felt sick.
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86 But the giant staggered and seemed to shrink perceptibly. James knew he was on the right track. They were protected
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87 from magical attacks but not physical ones. The giant reached him but he easily eluded its grasp again. He grabbed
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88 another body and broke its neck, too.
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89 Kerilli was outraged. She watched as he murdered two of the planets leaders and foremost citizens. But she was torn
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90 by indecision. That he had loved Tariya there was now no doubt. Why else would he be this determined? Killing him
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91 would be betraying her memory. And he thought he was doing the right thing, whether he really was or not. The council
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92 was dangerously close to bringing all of civilization down in ruins with this war. But her alliegiences had always
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93 been with the council ad her oldest brother Anlak.
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94 Unfortunatly, the next body James grabbed was Anlak's. She made her desicion right there. Centering the sights on
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95 the center of his chest, she fired.
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96 James spun around as the bullet smashed into his right side. He collapsed against a wall but didn't quite fall.
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97 With his left hand, he felt the wound. The bullet had gone through clean, missed the lung, and was already healing.
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98 But he didn't have the time! The giant was...
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99 Right in front of him.
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100 He couldn't resist as the huge, nebulous hads grasped him. The giant turned him around and held him by the
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101 shoulders, then turned to face the woman with the gun. From out of nowhere, it's voice echoed, "Take no chances. Use
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102 the weapon now."
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103 "With pleasure." she replied grimly. She centered the gun on his chest again and squeezed slowly, just like her
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104 instructor had taught her.
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105 "Surprise." James mumbled. The giant had made the mistake of holding him by the jacket again. Gritting his teeth
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106 from the pain, he threw his arms up. Gravity did therest, and he slithered out of the jacket. Not completely, but
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107 enough.
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108 Kerilli didn't notice until too late. The gun bucked and roared in her hands. The bullet passed right by James'
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109 left ear and through the jacket into the giant. The power that had been bound to Master Tremis was released very
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110 suddenly and violently.
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111 James regained conciousness an eternity later. He managed to sit up, but just barely. The entire hall was in ruins.
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112 Nothing was intact, including the occupants. A telekinetic shield saved his life, but apparently nobody else had been
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113 that lucky. He had fulfilled his vow.
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114 He turned at a scraping sound behind him, instantly regretting the sudden move. From out of the shadows in the back
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115 of the chamber emerged a huge figure of a woman, dressed in the same finery as the others had been. But he had never
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116 seen her before. In a strong, approving voice, she announced, "Well done, very well done. Couldn't have done it better
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117 myself." He stared at her for a long minute. Finally, she asked, "Do you know who I am?"
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118 He stared at her for several long minutes before he finally spoke. "I knew your daughter."
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119 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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120 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
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121 The Hell Machine
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122 (1)
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123
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124 GGGRRRRRRRRRRIIIIINNNNNDDD!!!
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125 Being a friday, the traffic on the 205 bridge was fairly heavy. Roy Karsten was heading across for Portland in his
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126 little four-banger Datsun pickup. It was a warm, half-cloudy September afternoon and he maght have actually enjoyed the
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127 ride except for two little problems. One was the leather briefcase that sat on the seat beside him. The other
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128 KAA-RRRUUNNNNKKK!!!
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129 was the fact that he couldn't get the $%#@&%@@&!! truck into fourth gear. He had the clutch jammed to the floor but
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130 every time he tried to slip the gearshift into the notch it adamantly refused to cooperate and instead responded with a
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131 clashing of teeth deep in the
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132 KAA-RRRUUNNNNKKK... GRRRIIINNNDDD!!!
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133 transmission that set his own teeth on edge. The speedometer was down to 45 now and slowly dropping. This was the last
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134 thing he needed now. Earlier he had called the group at the research center with his findings. After a lot of arguing
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135 he managed to get Frank to hold the experiment at least until he could get there and show them the figures on paper. He
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136 was convinced he was right. If the Genesis machine worked, they could all be in serious trouble. Roy suspected his
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137 calculations showed only a fraction of the machine's true potential.
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138 WHAM! WHAM!
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139 The truck shook every time the gears clashed. Roy had a sneaking hunch that the transmission, and probably the whole
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140 truck, was nearing the end of its useful life. The transmission had been giving him problems lately, but nothing like
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141 this. He didn't have the foggiest what was wrong. He was a mathmetician, not a mechanic. The needle quivered just below
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142 forty. At the rate he was going, he wouldn't even make it halfway across the bridge. Roy slammed his foot on the clutch
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143 hard, put both hands on the gearshift knob, gritted his teeth, and jerked the lever into the notch as hard as he
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144 could.
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145 GGGGGGGRRRRRRRR... KA-WHAAAMMM!!!
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146 The tiny truck shuddered like a bomb had gone off in the bed, but the $%#&*! lever finally slipped into the fourth
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147 gear slot. In fact, Roy discovered, it now went into all the slots easily. Even after he let up on the clutch. When he
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148 pressed the accelerator, the engine raced freely. Uh-oh.
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149 The needle now eased down past thirty. Some creep in a Camaro shot around him at seventy, blasting on the horn.
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150 After wearing out every carnal verb in his vocabulary, Roy decided he's better get this heap into the breakdown lane
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151 before it stopped completely. Fortunately he was facing downhill and had enough momentum to ease it all the way over to
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152 the right. He heard gravel crunch under his tires as he pulled over and it finally occurred to him that he should turn
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153 on the four-way flashers. Since he had no parking brake, he grabbed the knob and put it it in reverse so it wouldn't
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154 roll downhill. He stared in astonishment as the lever came loose in his hand. Smoke drifted up from the hole in the
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155 transmission hump. The truck was still slowly moving so he had only one choice. He eased the wheel slightly to the
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156 right, gritting his teeth as first the right fender, then the whole side of the truck, ground against the concrete
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157 barrier. He was ready to jump out if the barrier showed any sign of breaking, but finally the truck stopped.
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158 He got out and slammed the door, still holding the gearshift lever. Cars were zooming by uncomfortably close in the
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159 next lane. Still cursing a blue streak, Roy stomped around to the front of the truck and kicked it hard enough to break
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160 the plastic grille. Jesus, what else could go wrong? He noticed the lever in his hand for the first time and flung it
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161 out over the barrier. It flew in a long graceful curve, catching splinters of sunlight, before splashing in the water
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162 one hundred thirty feet below.
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163 Enough temper tantrums, he told himself. First priority was getting those papers to the lab. Pressing up against the
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164 body of the truck to present as small a target as possible to oncoming traffic, he edged his way back to the cab. He
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165 retrieved his case through the open window and made his way forward again. He put his thumb out and began walking down
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166 the road, more than a little concious of the barrier beside him. Not even waist high, it was the only thing
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167 "protecting" him from a thirteen story drop.
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168 Forty minutes later, he was still walking. Nobody had even slowed down. Most of the cars had Oregon plates, which
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169 explained a lot. Oregon drivers were the most inconsiderate in the entire country. At least Frank was holding the
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170 experiment, or so he hoped. If they fired that thing up...
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171 He caught a movement out of the corner of one eye. There was something happening in the east.
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172 They hadn't waited. There was no logical basis for this assumption but he knew it to be true all the same. It was
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173 the only explanation for what he was watching. The briefcase fell from nerveless fingers.
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174 A certain well-known landmark in the east had just... disappeared. In its place was a huge grey-black dome rising
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175 for the sky. The very clouds were being pulled in towards it. He didn't know exactly what had happened, but he could
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176 make a darn good guess. The entire tableau was taking place in hellish silence, but he would hear it soon enough. It
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177 about three and a half minutes, if he guaged the distance correctly. Traffic was still speeding by, but a few vehicles
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178 were slowing down as they noticed what was happening. He knew he was in mortal danger, but there was nowhere to run,
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179 nowhere to hide. He should have stayed with the truck.
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180 Besides, he wasn't nearly as concerned for his own safety as he was for the safety of the world.
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181
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182 (To Be Continued...)
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183 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$# J.D. SILVERMAN $#$#$#$#$#$
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184 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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185 Struggling, like the silver flash of a hooked fish, the piper was being
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186 drawn to the body beneath him. The silver cord pulled slowly and steadily,
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187 drawing the piper to return to the body that normally housed him. With the
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188 pull came memory -- memory of pain so intense that the piper writhed trying
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189 to remain in this state, this state of peaceful floating.
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190 Gritting his teeth (did he have teeth in this state? No matter, he gritted
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191 what felt like teeth.), he reached down to the silver cord that stretched
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192 between his navel and the body below, grasped the wrist-thick cord with
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193 both hands and pulled *away* from his body.
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194 Between his hands, the cord thinned, stretched, dropping in size from the
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195 thickness of one of his wrists to that of his thumb, his fingers, smaller,
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196 to the thickness of a small string, to thread. Alarmed, he stopped, looked,
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197 and found himself in a far, far distant place than that of the recumbent
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198 body that had called him.
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199 He seemed to be floating in a space filled with clouds, above a vast plane
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200 of clouds, beneath a sky hidden in mists. A slight haze filled the space
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201 between, hiding the details of the distance in an opalescent glow. The
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202 silver cord that tethered him was vanishingly small, disappearing into the
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203 distance scant inches from his navel. Suddenly the enclosed space rang,
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204 a deep, pervasive vibration like the chimes of a world-sized gong, the tolling
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205 of the hours of a clock that ticked off eternities as its seconds.
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206 The entire scene vibrated, shimmered, and distorted as though it were seen
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207 through water suddenly disturbed. Shimmered, distorted, *flowed*, and
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208 reformed into a different scene...
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209 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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210 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+
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211 Looks like the start of a good disk.
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212 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+ POPPING IN O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+
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213
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214 PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
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215 PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSi
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216
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217 "Bard, my friend, your emotion clouds your vision. The signs are there, but
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218 you refuse to see. Perhaps it is my fault forgetting that not all have the
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219 vision of truth I am sometimes allowed to observe. Piper, in his mind, if not
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220 his soul, has made his wishes known. We must not interfere. Milchar has made
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221 a big mistake with the healing. He did not heed my words. Bard, you are right
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222 in one respect. We must let Piper decide. In order to do that, we must leave
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223 nature unhindered..."
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224 A pounding interrupted Cragmore. Bard went to investigate the sound.
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225 Cragmore bent down and looked at Piper's face. Eyes can not see what transpires
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226 in the mind, nor what the soul endures, but psi replaces iris, cone, rod, lens,
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227 and optical nerve, and opens a whole new world of sight. Cragmore could see,
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228 through his power, a glimpse of what the spirit of Piper was now witnessing.
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229 "Piper... Piper " Cragmore whispered, "let go if you must. Return if you
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230 will. Judge with your heart and your head what to do. Your friends fight for
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231 your life, not knowing what is wrong from what is right. I strive to
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232 understand, but I can't make others understand. I will protect your state as
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233 much as I can, but I can not promise. You, who helped Trainor, who helped
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234 Innkeeper, who helped others I have only head tales about, you, must be the
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235 one."
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236 There was no way of knowing whether or not Piper received and understoof
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237 (d) the message. Cragmore could only hope its course was straight and true and
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238 Piper was able to comprehend its source and its meaning. Just then, another
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239 voice caused Cragmore to do a quick about-face.
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240 "Cragmore! I thought I recognized your robes. How did you get here?"
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241 The Innkeeper, looking slightly the worse for wear, stood next to Bard. The
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242 pounding had been the kindly Innkeep wishing to get in from out of the cold.
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243 Bard smiled. "Just look at what the cat brought in, Cragmore." Then Bard's
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244 smile quickly dissipated. "How is Piper? Any changes?"
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245 "He's still alive if that's what you mean. But I must insist that you don't
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246 touch him. This is a very delicate time."
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247 "So he can die?" Bard's face revealed feeling rarely seen in the songmaster.
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248 "What?" Innkeeper broke in. "Piper, dying? What's going on here?"
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249 "It's a long story," Bard replied, "but basically Piper followed you into
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250 this alternate local, and of course, didn't fare very well in the atmosphere. I
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251 found him and brought him into my ship. He was bleeding internally. Milchar
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252 arrived," Bard pointed to the exhausted mage asleep on one of the ship's
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253 couches, "and started a healing process. Then Cragmore arrived..."
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254 "I was following Milchar," interrupted Cragmore, "and stumbled onto the
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255 ship. And..."
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256 Bard broke in again, "...and Cragmore says that Piper wants to die. And I
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257 am quite puzzled and more than a little dismayed at that sentiment."
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258 Innkeeper shifted his gaze from Bard, to Cragmore, to the prone figure of
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259 Piper lying on the medical couch, but before he could say anything, Cragmore
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260 spoke again.
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261 "Speaking of which, Innkeeper, how are you able to be roaming about in this
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262 most inhospitable environment? I don't see any breathing apparatus under your
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263 apron"
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264 "That's what I'd like to know too." continued Bard.
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265 "That friends, is another long story. But it can wait. What are we going
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266 to do about Piper?"
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267
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268 PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsI CRAGMORE pSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIp
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269 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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270 Destroyer, could you answer a few questions
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271 for me? How come the automatic death bullets
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272 didn't affect you? How come you are beat up
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273 so much but it never really hurts you? How
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274 come you write so much about the pain but
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275 it never slows you down? How can you be
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276 jumping around dodging monsters with a bunch
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277 of broken ribs? Have you ever had broken
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278 ribs? How come you put yourself into one
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279 impossible situation after another but
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280 always seem to get out with ease? And how
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281 come I have no doubt about the ending of
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282 this story????????????????
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283 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SOLI
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284 ______________________________JD 2446489.4218______________________________
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285 PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
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286 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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287 SLOI: In answer to some of your questions:
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288 Had he been an ordinary mortal, James would be long dead by now. His power,
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289 which is an intimate part of his being (unlike some here) can be used both
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290 conciously and unconciously. When he is injured, but still must take physical
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291 action, his power will take over, artificially keeping his going after his
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292 last episode, he was using his limited energy like crazy, draining himself
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293 badly. Maybe he got out with relative ease (more a matter of limited writing
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294 space that anything else. I can't make it too complicated for that reason)
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295 but there is a price to pay. As for the death bullets, well, maybe I fudge a
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296 little there, but my theory is that he did not take a lethal hit, and so
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297 survived. He has survived lethat wounds before, but had the bullet struck home,
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298 he would not have survived that one.
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299 My fault, I should have perhaps made the point clearer.
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300 I don't know why you think you know how the story's going to end, but I would
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301 be very interested in hearing what you think will happen. I doubt very much
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302 you know all of it, yet. But go ahead and tell me, please.
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303 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\marking along\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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304
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305 the destroyer is a fine writer... the critics accuse him of lengthening
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306 his writings past his welcome... and of lengthening the lifespan of his main
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307 character to the point of lunacy... they are right... to them...
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308 the rest of us... those who like his writings do not think they have
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309 overstayed their welcome... and think the main character has every right to
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310 be omnipotent if the author wants... let him write in peace... ignore what he
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311 writes and let us enjoy it...
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312 now to let an otherwise perfect disk go on... good afternoon...
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313
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314 ##########################################################################
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315 Piper Dying? No! That can't be! And he did it trying to save me. I feel
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316 guilty somehow. My stupidity and clumsiness has caused this. Isn't there
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317 anything that can be done? #There is nothing. The body is whole, but the
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318 mind is unstable. We can only wait. There is nothing anyone can do. He
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319 must heal himself. We can offer him our support and confidence. It *is* felt,
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320 but we cannot force it.# I echoed to the others what my new found "friend"
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321 said. "We must wait, offer our support, but let him work it out. The body
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322 is whole, it will survive as long as Piper wants to live. Pray my friends,
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323 let him know you care. He can hear you if you really do care."
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324 <cough> <hack> <cough> All the talking caused me to go into convulsions.
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325 I was coughing up streems of yellowish green fluid. #Don't worry about it,
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326 we just have to clean out the cloroxide converters from your lungs now that
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327 you are in an oxigen atmosphere. It will be over in a few minutes.#
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328 <cough> <hack> <hack> <cough>. The coughing was intense and painful. So
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329 much so that I fell to the floor holding my arms around my chest trying
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330 to squeeze out the pain. "It hurts", I managed to gasp between fits.
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331 ########################### The Innkeeper ###############################
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332 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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333 Milchar's eyes fluttered open, and he took in the scene without moving his
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334 head. At first he stared blankly, then by degrees he remembered what had
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335 happened. The Innkeeper's presence surprised him. And wasn't that Cragmore?
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336 Milchar's eyes refused to focus properly, and little bits of his body
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337 complained about the cold to which it hdad been subjected. Long hours would
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338 be spent, later, to recover his magic power reserve. Overall, he placed his
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339 condition into the category of 'poor, but stable'.
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340 Piper, however, was not even stable. Milchar had worked hard with what
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341 knowledge he had, but only a little time for Piper was purchased with his coin.
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342 A strong will to live might enable him to recover completely, even now.
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343 "Has Piper's codition changed?" Milchar asked, somehow managing to make
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344 himself heard over the Innkeeper's sudden violent coughing.
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345 Bard, startled, answered the mage that he had thought was comatose. "No.
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346 He still breathes, buthe blood has stopped."
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347 "You should not have tried to heal him," Cragmore said.
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348 Anger flared within the mage. Anyone watching except a psi talent would not
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349 have noticed, so tight was Milchar's control on it. He merely said in a calm
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350 voice, "I will do whatever is necessary to save the life of a friend."
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351 Bard interrupted. "Cragmore says Piper wishes to die."
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352 Milchar considered this. "If so, I wish to hear it from his lips, and to be
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353 able to say goodbye."
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354 An awkward silence decended upon five (even the Innkeeper's coughing had
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355 subsided), as if each held his breath in anticipation.
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356 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++ 27 Feb 86 at 10:58pm
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357 Hello, I like the Destroyers story too,but I was confused about the death
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358 bullet myself.He admitted himself that it should have been made a bit more
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359 clear.
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360 Oops almost forgot my name: Madwand
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361 ....And the sun shines gaily on the mountain tops..I took a trip on a sailin' ship and when I reached Jamaica I made a
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362 top... The words floated lazily along the white sand, across tables of wondrous eyed tourists, chatting irreverently
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363 , uncaring of tradition, of the steel drums, of the romance of the island, impressed more by the tiny paper umbrellas
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364 that garnished drinks they could not ask for by name. They were tolerated. They spent tourist dollars and gawked at
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365 whatever they had never seen in Des Moines or Sheboyagan. Naitive Jamaicans insulted them at every opportunity; they
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366 ate it up. Unknowing...naive...
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367 The sun sets slowly in the Caribbean, treating the islanders to a magnificent spectacle of which they never tire.
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368 The tourists glance, "nice sunset.."; and go back to talk of home, and who's minding the hardware store back in Omaha.
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369 They gather together for inexplicable reasons and they always say-"Your'e American? Why so are we! Isn't it a small
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370 world?" I'm Jerry, and this is my wife Anna. We're from Vincennes, Indiana. The balding man puffs his chest out as
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371 he proudly informs his new captive audience that he owns Taylors Dry Cleaning and Tailoring, and that they have been
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372 married for seven thousand years...
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373
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374 The man in the ever blase', ever acceptable Panama suit had heard it a hundred times before. No stranger to the Islands.
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375 He looked at his watch again-it was almost time. Signaling to the tablewaiter for another Scotch, he then took from
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376 his jacket pocket, a hand held transciever.
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377 He pushed the transmit button with his thumb, and spoke:"com-link access echo bravo three delta three foxtrot three
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378 operation overlook sierra whiskey niner niner seven."
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379 Unseen by the glib tourists, immersed in their long awaited vacations, un noticed by the musicians, the native dancers
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380 a Boeing DC-3 Dakota was circling above at flight level 34.
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381 The transmission from the ground was relayed via Comsat III to a group of anxious men in a small room in Alaska.
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382
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383 At the end of the message, Lou punched a key on one of the IBM PC's, and paper spewed from a printer. Delta Five spoke:
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384 "OK, gentlemen, we all know what our next move is. It's time to get moving..."
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385 [*=*] [*=*] [*==] DELTA FIVE [*=*] [*=*] [*=*]
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386
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387 Delphi -- Think of a ton of bricks looming above your head -- Is that
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388 what you need -- Or can you leave well enough alone?
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389
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390 Why don't you say specifically what you mean, and who (or what) you are? If that is supposed to be a threat, then
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391 name the time and place.
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392 WE CANT IGNORE WHAT WE ARE SUBJECTED TO DISKLY.
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393 WE HAVE AS MUCH RIGHT TO COMPLAIN AS YOU HAVE TO
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394 PRAISE. AT LEAST OUR WEARINESS OF THE STORY WILL
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395 HOPEFULLY SOON BE ALLEVIATED.
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396 MADWAND.
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397 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.EmuLurk
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398 HELP ME! I'M TRAPPED INSIDE THIS BULLETIN BOARD........................
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399
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400 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+
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401 Above: The epitome of a STUPID one-line cutsie.
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402 Destroyer: As unpopular as it may seem on this board, I enjoy your
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403 entries particularly when you seem to know where your story is headed.
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404 Although I don't read all the stories on this board, I'll read those
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405 that get my attention. Suffice it to say that I've read several of your
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406 entries and have enjoyed many of them. I welcome all those who try to write
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407 something here besides one-line cutsies and other such nonsense.
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408 I have contributed little literary-wise (so far) and respect those who have
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409 the time and patience to churn out entry after entry. The tale I am working
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410 on is coming along slowly and I am hesitant to put up a single entry until
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411 the work is completed. I suppose this is a matter of taste as well as style.
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412 Anyway, though the end of your story is nearing, I encourage you to keep
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413 writing. For writing is a skilled art and like any art requires practice to
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414 acquire proficiency.
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415 O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+ POPPING IN O+O+ 2/28 2:15 pm O+O+O+
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416
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417 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\why are my markers being deleted?\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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418 If it takes 2,000 pink ribbons to make an elephant a pair of pajamas, how far
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419 do you have to drop a lima beam to split a shingle?
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420 exit
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421 opps, now what do I do?
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422 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\because we are sick of seeing them, that's why\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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423 THE ABOVE ONE-LINE CUTSIE CURTESY OF PORTLAND GENERAL ELECTRIC AND YOUR OREGON PUBLIC
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424 BROADCAST SYSTEMS.
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425 exit
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426 please donat
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427 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#
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428 I, personally, shall be ecstatic to see THE DESTROYER go his way, on the
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429 Blue Parrot as well as here.
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430 No offense...
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431 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#JD#$#$#$
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432 ______________________________JD 2446490.5865______________________________
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433 hi
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434 ????????????????????????
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435 J.D Silverman-hi ya!
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436 like the new story!
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437 PIPER:WE DON'T WANT
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438 YOU TO DIE!..........
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439 morrissey
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440 ??????????????????????
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441
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442 ?
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443
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445
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446
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447 Is there ever anything worth
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448 while on this thing.
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449 I get tired of wasting my
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450 time!
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451 end
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452 e
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461 bbb
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462
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463 q
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464 stop
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465 Please organize this crazy s
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466 :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(
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467 Personally, i have been disapointet with the amout of activity
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468 on this board in the last couple weeks or so. has everybody come
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469 down with a flu of the imagination or what? at least the entries
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470 currently on the board have shown a consistantly high quality
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471 with only one glaring exceptiot which i will not mention.
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472 come on, let's see some good stuff out there!
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473 :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(freddy:(
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474 I'd like to know if the message above that started 'Delphi' and ended 'MADWAND'
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475 was to me or not. I can't tell.And if it is I don't under stand it.
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476 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$# Madwand #$#
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477 ---------------
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478 You could think of a "cutesie one-liner" as a pin, and a large entry as a balloon.
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479 Possibly filled with lots of hot air. Looks big and significant, but is really
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480 small and insignificant. Takes a lot of time to enter. Then along comes the
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481 one-liner, and pops the balloon. Bang! Naturally, the person who put in the
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482 longer entry is embarrassed. He's been exposed.
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483 ---------------
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484 ***************************************************************************
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485 above: since you didn't bother to let us know whom is speaking, then in my
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486 mind, no-one said anything. what's it like to be ignored?
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487 **********************************kathyD**************************************
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488 p.s. adventure people, read Piper's last entry carefully again. All kinds
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489 of excellent info is contained there.
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490 *****************************************kD**********************************
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491
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492 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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493 From Prometheus; Awaited
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494 It is amazing to see the number of names people an get for themselves. I
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495 am willing to bet each of us has at least four spread over the archives. When
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496 the number of these are disclosed, it is amazing to learn. This person said
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497 this about that, and hates this person, and lusts after this other person.
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498 If the owners of the one line cutsies were to be known, I am sure it would
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499 be more amazing than even that. This person is a jerk, did her have to say
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500 that about that person, what an idiot, I wish I could write like he does, and
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501 a lot of other reactions could result.
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502 While I enjoy shifting names and even the personification of each name, the
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503 one line cutsies are never much fun. They are glaring insults and this is what
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504 I propose we do to abolish them forever.
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505 Our friendly neighborhood system operator might declare that all entries
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506 have signatures of one kind or another. This policy would be ignored by some,
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507 it is obvious. IFf stuck to though, it might create a nasty feeling of being
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508 a deviant, and someone would feel rightfully guilty for it. Eventually, there
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509 would probably be a lot less one liners around.
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510 So, does anyone else think we should ask for signatures on all entries?
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513 no
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516 Signatures? How? I doubt very much Mikey has the time to enforce such a
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517 policy.
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519 "Signatures"? I think you are missing the idea-of what Backwater is all about.
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520 To above: The 'delphi' entry was addressed to me by some juvenile mind whose IQ
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521 is equal to the number of keys on his Commodore. If he (it) does not like
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522 what I write, then he should not read same. It always amuses me that small
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523 minds imply anonymously, criticisms when they can't think of anything con-
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524 structive to say, or interesting to write. Backwater has always had, and
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525 will always have, such creeps. I have found that a dose of Nunchuka liberally
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526 applied to the back of the head teaches them some mnners. [*=*] DELTA FIVE [*=*
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527 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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528 Delta V: IQ=no. of keys on his 64? Ouch, that hurt. Hope you don't
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529 mean the rest of the 64 owners out there (including myself) who are too
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530 impoverished to purchase anything more expensive (implied: 'better').
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531 Going to print out & re-read Piper's entry.
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532 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++++++++++ 01 Mar 86 ++
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533 Milchar: No, not at all. Only children like the jerk that likes to fill the disk with garbage, as was above. (Thanks
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534 Mikey) For some reason that person (?) does not like me. Wish I knew (for sure) who it is. I would give them a REAL
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535 reason not to like me. How's school? How would you like to be reminded that finals week is before us.Sorry, that was
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536 mean, but some nice guy on the Parrot just reminded me...so I thought... [*=*] DELTA FIVE [*=*\
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538 Delphi -- I do not please myself by insulting you -- I rather enjoy you forays
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539 into the world of arrogant intrigue -- I do not like the way you have hunted
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540 and persecuted McKane -- Stop -- He is no longer there -- It is like beating
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541 a dead horse -- with a broken leg, so to speak -- Good day
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543 ln 538 -- ch /you f/your f/
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545 PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
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546 ______________________________JD 2446491.8292______________________________
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547 To above: I don't give a ---- what you like or don't like. Are you the jerk (jerk in lieu of stronger words) that
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548 s been filling the disks with garbage? If so, read the mail I left for you on the board you suggested.And please don't
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549 continue to use up space with garbage. It doesn't hurt me, but it does cause inconvenience to other users, as well
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550 as taking Mikey's time to delete it. I love this BBS and am very loyal to it, and have no use for people who abuse it.
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551 Go somewhere else if you want to act like a four year old, or take me up on the offer I made you on the other BBS
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552 If you have the guts...I do. [*=*] DELTA FIVE [*=*]
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554 Delphi -- I am not the one you want -- Do you have a history of holding
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555 grudges? -- I do not own a 64 -- I never tested my IQ -- Sorry to disappoint
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557 Yes, indeed, I "hold grudges". I get mad *and* I get even. It's how I am. McKane has caused me irreparable grief,
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558 and I am out to get him. You can join forces with us and wear a white hat, or you can just sit back and observe.
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559 "All that is necessary for evil to triumph is that good men do nothing " Victor Hugo, I think...
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561 My name is K.Wiseman and I'm the sysop
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562 for the HOBBY SHOP, 665-xxxx.I received
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563 a note from a user called DELTA FIVE
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564 saying his handle was being abused
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565 on your board with buffer dumps from
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566 my board.Celestial,233-xxxx has had
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567 the same problem with this user.I
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568 hope that if you get any information
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569 as to is doing this you will share it
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570 with us.Mike Shannon also found it
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571 distressing, and called my attention
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572 to the fact it was his handle being
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573 abused.Anyway let me know if it goes
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574 on any more.Thankyou,K.Wiseman,sysop,
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575 Hobby Shop BBS.
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580 exit
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583 Ah, I never thought that Enter Only would look so good.
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585 Hello,I was wondering what you folks were talking about intill I got zapped
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586 by 'the bbs busters' it was reeel crude.I was the one asking about the
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587 'delphi' thing cuz I saw my 'name' in it.Hope somebody finds them in a
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588 dark alley in the industrial area.Read you ALL later.
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589 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$##$#$#$##$#$#$## Madwand #$#$#$#$#$#$
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595 I thought that the battle had been won. Because there was a time for recove
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596 I had the idea everything would work out. Was I wrong in thinking so? Did
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597 really cause such grief in a what I thought was a simple gesture? Oh, the w
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598 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ---the Guardian (63:06)
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599 ch /recove/recovery/ ch /Did/Did I/ ch /the w/the woe!/ stinkin' margin
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601 When you've lost all your senses/arguments/intelligence(if you've got any),
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602 and got tired of scratching each other's back.
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603 Resort to:
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604 / / name calling
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605 / / issue a warning of bodily harm like a wrestler at
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606 Portland Arena
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607 / / quote a long dead person
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608 / / insult everybody who own 8-bit computer
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610 Send you entries to
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611 Mutual Admiration Society
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612 c/o your local Sysop
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613 *****************************************************************************
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614 Hmmm, to Prometheus: Gawd I hope I spelled that right, I agree with you
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615 in theory. In practical terms I don't think it would work too well. If
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616 the "faithful/loyal" users would start ignoring all messages that were not
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617 signed (myself included) it might cut down on the frustration a bit. Ill
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618 give it a try, from now on no response to any unsigned message. Perhaps
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619 the "disrupters" would feel ignored and leave for "dirtier" pastures.
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620 what do you think?
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621 ******************************************kathyD****************************
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622 goodd!
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623 the disrupter ----
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624 is a twit! Pastures smastures, I prefer ham and eggs myself,
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625 green that is, green eggs and ham.
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