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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
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2 ************************ INSTALLED: 24 MAY 85 **********************
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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 the right 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
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22 After a rather disgusting preformance a few disks back, I can tell that every
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23 once in a while, other people have problems too. Enter only is a deplorable
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24 condition. It does have advantages though.
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25
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26 I am all for a new storyline. And from the polls I have taken, everyone is
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27 just a little bit sick of the Net stories and their headline snapping samplers.
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28
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29 So, which shall it be? Fantasy stories, or perhaps true science fiction.
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30 A totally new spy story with different, and deeper chacters? Many other ideas
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31 are open to us.
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32
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33 Personally, I prefer stories with a strong fantasy background, say, swords
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34 and evil monsters. But ships, and dingy interstellar pubs and inns. No pun
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35 or anything like that with Our in or anything.
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36
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37 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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38
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39 So sorry, did not even mention my name. It is Prometheus.
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40
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41 NO KIDDING?
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42 What happened to the Sahara story that was here earlier?
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43
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44 ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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45 ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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46 those who want to read something a little different, here's something
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47 ritten in Middle English (appropriate for our Inn, no?). A glossary will
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48 so you can figure out what was going on.
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49 Once there was a testif, likerous maid who thencheth that life in the city
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50 be yerne indeed. She wanted to leave the farm because she was auntrous,
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51 but also because her mother all day gruccheth and snibbeth. So off she went
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52 n the Liverpool Tombesteres all toty with excitement. Soon after she
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53 an to swink, along came a saucefleem gnof who much loved bobaunce and was
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54 l ways corrumpable. Now you wouldn't think our girl would be taken in
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55 this gnof whose whole ambition was to swive her, but it was like jogelrye.
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56 as a jangler and, before she knew it, she had given him her cliket.
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57 few days later, caitif and full of wanhope, she returned home, bravely
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58 floiting as she trudged through the greves. For once, her mother did not snib
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59 r daughter told of the gnof who through his fuminositee, fneseth, routeth,
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60 yexeth all night long. In short, he was full wlatsom and tikel to boot.
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61 tory, indeed, but soon finished. Indeed, before long, our maid was
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62 and happy as a brokking lark or rubible, but perhaps not quite so
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63 testif as before.
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64 K, Spell Alert, let's see you run THAT through your Funk & Wagnall.
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65
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66 auntrous: in search of adventure jogelrye: optical illusion
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67 bobaunce: boast likerous: wanton
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68 kking: trilling rout: (to) snore
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69 tif: wretched rubible: fiddle
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70 iket: latchkey saucefleem: pimply
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71 pable: capable of corruption swink: to work
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72 (to) whistle testif: headstrong
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73 e: (to) snort, breath heavily thenche: imagine
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74 nositee: alcoholic fumes tikel: changeable
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75 gnof: boor tombesteres: dancing girls
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76 eves: foliage toty: dizzy
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77 che: (to) grumble wanhope: despair
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78 er: blabbermouth wlatsom: loathsome
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79 nib: scold yerne: lively yexe: (to) hiccup
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80 ??????????????????????????????? QUIZMASTER ????????????????????????????????
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81
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82 My apologies for the poor upload. I was trying a different terminal program,
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83 and as you can see, it didn't quite cut it.
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84 CISTOP - feel free to delete it (starting with the double row of ?????),
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85 and I will upload it again later from a different machine. (it's only a poor
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86 archaic RS Model 1, but it WORKS).
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87 L'homme - you are intimately familiar with the terminal program what I am
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88 at this moment using. (THAT I am using). Last chance is PC-TALK, unless
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89 Cistop chooses to make Copylink available, or I get my hands on that
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90 vaporware version of Pro-Yam.
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91 ?????????????????????????????????? QUIZMASTER ??????????????????????????????????
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92 _____________________________________________________________________
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93 -so it seems that i should be writing another one of these
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94 entries right about now. the next time you here the words
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95 i'll tell you that i'm happy if you want me to
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96 try to remember what the words were before them and i will have some
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97 firghtening self slander for you when we next meet. i said that it
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98 seems time for another entry but it is not. i have decided that there
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99 should not be anymore of this depressive atmosphere in my ramblings
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100 any longer. i will leave it up to the others... for now.
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101 __________________________________________________________________mg_
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102 or was it only a misinterpretation? i only hope that is the case.
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103 _____________________________________________________________________
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104
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105 Have you been downtown and tripped over the "save or religion" group?
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106 If Scientology can get by as religion maybe we could claim BWMS as a
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107 religion, and we worship here in the Inn. Tax free. High priest Mike
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108 presiding over holy ale???? It's worth a try.
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109 In a more serious vein, Mike, could you put the date at the bottom of
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110 your disk header, say at about line 18, instead of at the top? It's the
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111 best way to find out how much I have missed since I was last on, but how
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112 many many time have I read the disclaimer??
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113 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BAD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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114 ??????????<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>????????????
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115 It started with only four people and a mule. One and the mule were out
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116 of town. Our employer was gone, gone much to long for a normal buying
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117 trip. We began to worry. Not so much that we were worried about pur
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118 boss but more that we were worried about the fact that he owed us at
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119 least 2 months wages and it wasn't below him to skip out.
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120 After about 3 weeks of waiting for the boss to return the credit
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121 collectors started pounding on our door.
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122 ??????????<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>????????????
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123
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124 (good grief! 20 lines in 24 hours!!!!)
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125
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126 To:all Portland-area PC users
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127 From:Derek
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128 Re:more bbses
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129 Does anyone know of any bulletin boards in Portland that will let you
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130 download? If so, please leave their number on this bulletin board. Thanx
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131
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132 ????? lurk ?????
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133 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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134 "Very good, Grann, very good. You've improved amirably. I believe you
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135 are ready to help me with a project I've been considering for some time now.
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136 I'd like to build a transferrance room," Milchar said to his bright Gnomish
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137 pupil, who had just appeared without preamble out of thin air.
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138 "A transferrance room? I believe I read something about one of those in
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139 Library D. A portal to any number of selected places, I believe," the Gnome
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140 stated as he sat down on the lawn chair that was placed beside the one Milchar
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141 was reclining on. It was a beautiful, sunny day in Celene.
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142 "Yes, that is it. I would like to have a way to easily get to all of the
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143 chambers within the tower. As you know, there are at least 1,394 chambers
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144 cataloged in Library A, only 200 or so in actual use. Numerous other tunnels,
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145 side passages, and dimensional twists make Rindoven a cartographer's nightmare.
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146 The previous occupants, if there ever were any, left no trace of their being.
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147 It was only discovered after my father bought this land, decades ago. I can
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148 remember our exploration party getting lost, after they had gotten inside..."
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149 Grann listened patiently to Milchar ramble on, slightly amused at his
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150 fond recollection of past events. "Will this help me with the magic contest?"
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151 Milchar stopped abruptly, and considered the question. "If you can build
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152 a transferrance room, my boy," he said, "you can go ANYWHERE"
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153 "Anywhere? How will that help?"
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154 "If nothing else, then you can go to a place where a wizard will teach
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155 you the skills you need to win the contest. Speculum, for instance. One
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156 dimension away 'vertically', only a short jaunt."
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157 Grann seemed satisfied after hearing this, and agreed to help.
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158 Milchar stood up, streched. "But first, we must get some materials.
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159 Gather up the travelling books, we're off to collect a few rare minerals. Oh,
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160 get a pick or two and pack some food, will you? I'll look after the other
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161 arrangements. We'll sleep, then move off in the morning. Off with you, now!
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162 Mind, rest your powers, and don't teleport in. You've drawn up enough power
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163 out of you for one day. Use too much, and..." Milchar let his voice trail off.
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164 "I won't. In the morning, then."
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165 "In the morning."
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166 ++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++++++++++ 10:02pm, May 25, 1985 ++++++
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167 To: Long time lurker
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168 What did you mean by lines 580-583 on disk b:?
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169 From: Short time lurker.
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170 -----------------------------------------------
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171
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172 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Zymphrumple op Cargh*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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173 Milch: Very Interesting.
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174 The battered fughter half sat, half fell into his chair. There was some-
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175 thing about the way he looked, sort of half dead. His chain shirt was much
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176 beaten, bent and in places rusted. one eyelid was half swolen shut.
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177 The INN's fine aile did much to revive his spirit and he could not help
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178 overhearing the tale of an edifice whose rooms and passages were half unknown
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179 even to its present owners. It sounded a welcome change from the pits of
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180 EAMON ware he had receintly aquired the style: the late zymph. A nice dingey
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181 dusty back corner to rest his weary mace and perhaps do a bit of exploring.
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182 but then the mage and his student had drifted seperately back toward the
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183 sleeping rooms. perhaps I'll look them up in the morning zymph thought to
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184 himself as he ordered a large slab of roast beast.
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185 (yes its me *=*=*=*=* in another form. a form that doesnt usualy appeal
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186 to me all that much but what the heck. might as well see ware it takes me till
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187 i tire of it. as to ware i aquired it; well ya see there's this game on rain-
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188 forrest... speaking of other boards; the next time the disc is just too full
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189 here or on tanis and yyou've got the urge to write something, well thares a lot
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190 of space and not tooo many writers just now on the story board (board #2) at
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191 the alt world: T.A.W.: 777-0709 24 hrs. and let me tell you, what writting
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192 there is is pritty long on sense of wonder whatever it might otherwise lack)
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193 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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194 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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195 Grief is not a "socially acceptable" emotion. In certain cases, it is
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196 socially required -- at the funeral of a loved? one -- but still it is an
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197 emotion that we find culturally emberassing. It is somehow "well bred" to
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198 supress the pain and rage we feel. Pain, cutting, tearing at our innermost
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199 self, leaving emotional scars and wounds that feel, at the time, that they
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200 can never be healed. Rage, the raw, red fury at the world that allows such
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201 a thing to happen. Fury that, unleashed, could bring a diety down to the
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202 muck of its own creation.
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203 We know know much of the anatomy of grief, and have some vocabulary with
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204 which to speak of it. We know that the emotion runs across a spectrum from
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205 mildest melancholy to the black depths of grief-induced depression that often
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206 ends in death. We have charted the progressions of loss, the numb despairing
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207 feeling brought by unexpected knowledge, the rejection --"No! It can't be true!"
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208 -- the feelings of pain and rage, and the slow, slow process of healing. We
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209 can chart the course of the soul through the storm of grief, but we cannot help
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210 the soul progress.
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211 The piper, racked by powerful waves of emotion that he could not understand,
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212 moved farther into the forest, seeking solitude. Sobbing and stumbling,
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213 clothes and skin scratched and torn, he made his way through the indifferently
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214 lighted forest. The sun had long since left the sky, its place taken by the
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215 wan, cool, moon.
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216 Deep within the forest, light seldom penetrates. Thousands of eager leafy
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217 branches hold out their leaves, seeking the golden photons of the sun as
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218 beggars in an overcrowded city seek alms. Even midday sun hardly reaches
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219 the floor of the forest, the wealth of light reduced to a mere trickle.
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220 Night on the forest floor is a blackness that is almost a thickness in the
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221 throat, something with substance that takes an effort to breath. You can
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222 move through this blackness, unseeing, for the thickness of the forest's
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223 canopy makes the spaces beneath the trees nearly free of undergrowth, but
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224 the ropy twine of roots across the forest floor, the occasional hole filled
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225 with loose duff that gives beneath the unwary step, and the looming boles of
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226 the trees waiting to strike bruising blows in gh
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227 (oops ch /gh/the) darkness make travel hazardous at best.
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228 This stygnian darkness is sometimes releived for a brief space of time where
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229 one of the forest monarchs has fallen, sometimes taking a neighbor with himself.
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230 These brief-lived clearings quickly fill with light-loving plants until some
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231 young sapling can establish itself as the heir of the fallen monarch and reach
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232 to the canopy and fill the empty space. It was such a clearing, just filling
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233 with vegatative tribute to the fallen monarch, into which the piper stumbled.
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234
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Falling on his knees before the moon glowing like a great silver coin in the
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235 sky, blood trailing blackly from cuts and scratches on his face and body,
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236 the piper reached up clawed fingers as if to tear the moon from the sky --
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237 tensed muscles defined sharply under the abused skin -- the piper turned his
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238 tear-wet face to the sky and howled a pure animal sound of pain and rage.
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239 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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240 >>>>>>>------------------------------- The Sentry ------------------>>>>>>>
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241
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242 ________________________________________________________________________________
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243 I am sorry somewhat felt they had to remove my Voyage story from above. It had
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244 resided starting on or about line 40. I was set to upload part II today, but
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245 instead I will upload part I again. I can't understand why it was deleted,
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246 certainly there was no material contained therein that could be contrued as
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247 insulting or malicious. But perhaps my mores are different than the rest of
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248 you, so I will let you decide.
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249 _______________________________________________________________________________
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250
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251 Voyage
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252 Part 1
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253
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254 The sun, now high in the sky, beat down on the landscape below with
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255 its incessant drumming of heat. No portion of the parched surface could
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256 escape the onslaught. Shadows ceased to be at this time of day, the land was
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257 flat and the few outcroppings of rock pointed straight upwards, accusing
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258 fingers in the direction of their torment.
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259
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260 It was into this Hell-incarnate the Earth ship Sahara landed, or
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261 rather was forced to land. A world, a solid place to stand, was still
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262 preferable to death in the icy black void of space, or so the crew of
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263 Sahara thought. It was a small solar system; a lone arid planet between
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264 two class G stars in a near circular 3-body orbit roughly 160 million miles
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265 in diameter; that the crew was forced to land. Of course Sahara had little
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266 real choice in the matter. It was land on the planet, or become one with
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267 the ether of outer space, a victim of a malfunctioning ion-star drive.
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268
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269 Dry Gulch the crew had called it, when their humor, and their
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270 supplies had been more plentiful. The men and women handling the touchdown
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271 had done an admirable job, no major injuries resulted from the near dead-stick
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272 landing, but Sahara, the once proud ship of the interstellar fleet, would
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273 never again mingle with the stars. Good Sahara, even in her space craft
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274 death, did not cease to serve those who inhabited her. She became dormitory,
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275 kitchen, commons, bedroom, and refuge from the never ending sun. She was
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276 the only place Man could live on this planet, as the final fly-by scans
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277 just prior to landing confirmed. Sahara was the single place on the planet
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278 where night could exist in day.
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279
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280 The never-ending sun, the never-ending day. Dry Gulch had no night,
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281 for as the planet hurtled through space, and one star set and rose, the other
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282 star rose and set. It was a cosmological oddity, a single planet trapped
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283 in the clutches of a binary star system, never without the full force of
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284 a burning furnace in the sky. There were no seasons, no dark side to
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285 escape to. There was only Sahara, and the cover, the habitat she could
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286 offer.
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287
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288 Before the crash, Sahara's crew had managed to jettison a rescue
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289 beacon that would circle the planet in a semi-elliptic orbit, broadcasting
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290 stellar position and other pertinent information on the interstellar fleet's
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291 emergency space channels. The little beacon was visible only in the bright
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292 blood red sky that occurred when Alpha, as the first star was dubbed, was
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293 setting, and Beta, the 'other', was rising. It became the survivor's biggest
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294 game, predicting when it would appear, since the gravitational tides of the
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295 solar system slightly affected its orbit, and its appearance in the sky could
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296 not be accurately charted. It also reminded them of their rescue, not the
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297 possibility, but the real event. Their plight could never be thought of as
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298 hopeless, since to lose hope would be to lose their reason for living.
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299 Survival in the hull of their grounded ship was difficult enough. The added
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300 mental anguish of an existence without the hope of rescue would be too much
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301 for the survivors to bear. Life was a tenuous grip on the planet's hellish
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302 surface. The thought of rescue served to tighten that grip, and helped them
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303 endure those first few weeks.
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304
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305 To be continued... The Story Teller
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306 _______________________________________________________________________________
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307
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308 Story Teller: your story was NOT deleted! When a disk fills up, it is moved to
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309 drive B on the system. (Type 'db' at the prompt to see it) always check line 2
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310 of the disk, this has the date that the current disk was placed on-line. When
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311 it changes then you know that you previous work is on DB. (the disk in DB gets
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312 shifted into 'archival storage' Mikey will supply MS-DOS disks with 6 BW disks
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313 pr MS-DOS disk for about $5 each...)
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314 __________________________________Leonard____________________________________
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315 ps : read lines 3-19 & then type HELP. This will give you a MUCH better idea
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316 of how the system works....
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317 _______________________________________________________________________________
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318 ----------------------------------------------------------------*** L O N G L I V E ( O D I N )
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319 *** L O N G L I V E ( T H O R ) ***
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320 *** L O N G L I V E T H E V I K I N G S ***
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321 *** H A I L T O E N G L A N D **************************************************************
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322
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324
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325
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326 I HATE ALL
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327 AND ALL I SHALL HATE.
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328 YOU PEOPLE ARE HATERS
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329 YOU HATE OTHERS
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330 I HATE YOU
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331 AS WELL AS THE OTHERS
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332 I HATE ALL WHO WORSHIP THE UNDERWORLD
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333 AND ALL WHO WORSHIP THE HEAVENS
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334 THERE IS NO GOD AND NO SATAN.
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335 THERE WAS NO GOD OR SATAN
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336 JUST THE RULERS OF THE NORSELAND.
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337 NEVER WAS THERE A SOUL DARE TO KILL.
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338 NEVER WAS THERE A SOUL DARE TO HATE.
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339 THERE WAS ONLY A SOUL TO LOVE.
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340 UNTIL YOU CAME AND RUINED OUR LAND.
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341 MAY YOU BURN IN HELL
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342 -=] The Alternate World [=-
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343 -=] 503-777-xxxx [=-
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344 -=] 24hrs [=-
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345 -=] Not a disgusting AE. Not a bbs [=-
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346 -=[] /AE. A real BBS with real people[=-
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347 -=] to talk to. [=-
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348 -=] << Commander Murdock >> [=-
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349 LEONARD YOU NIT, THERE IS NO SAHARA STORY ON DRIVE B.
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350 TAKE A LOOK AT THE TOP OF A, SEE THE MESSAGE ABOUT
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351 WHERE DID SAHARA GO? WHAT HAPPEN, POWER OUTAGE AT THE
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352 OLD HOMESTEAD?
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353
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354 ............. ............. ............. .............
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355 08: What stats are you refering to,my lad? If it was that briefest of
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356 brief chats we had engaged in, remove my comments from the list! I feel
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357 that we shall continue as long as needed, and THEN go for that R&R...
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358 04: Up to the old tricks again? Remember, the manual awaits. GFI.
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359 01: Nit?
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360 ............. ............. ............. .............
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361
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362 *)(_^*^_*^_)#$*^&_)$&^)_@#$&^_)$#&^_)#$^&#$)_^&#$)_&^#$_)&^#)_&^#$)_&^#$_)&^_)
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363
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364 Quizmaster: Intimate with the program? Then YOU must have done something
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365 wrong. It has certainly worked for me in the past. What could be the
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366 trouble?
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367 Mikey: No new bugs to report yet. Sorry (heh heh)
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368 *%$*%_)*%)_@%*)_#@*%)_@#*%&*)_#*^# L'homme sans Parity *%_@)*_@#*%@_#%*@#%@%
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369
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370 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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371 L'homme: A disk ago, didn't you mention Rouge? ROUGE?!? I almost bit
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372 the screen after remembering withdrawls. It was on the Vax at PLU for
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373 about a week when I was there, then they switched operating systems (no
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374 unix). (wimper)
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375
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376 To the Hater: Personally I hate strawberries.
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377
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378 It's good to see the Inn a bit more like the old Inn, not like it was when
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379 I was here for spring break. Now I only have a week before I return to
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380 Tacoma to work, and I fear I shall miss all the new authors. Keep up the
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381 GREAT work.
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382 Fast Fred
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383 BSAL (Ret)
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384 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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385 =============================
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386 Oh I don't like to sit and wait,
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387 it's such a bore,
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388 when is she going to come through that door?
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389 It's probably me who is late.
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390 ----------
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391 I love to walk in the forest on a summers day.
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392 Streams that cut a path,
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393 so settlers can unleash their never ending wrath.
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394 Now where are all the forests? On days like this I pray...
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395 ========================phew=
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396 !#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!
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397
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398 There was laughter in the back of the cathedral during the Mass
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399 for the Dead ...
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400
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401 There were looks of disgust from the families of the long-time
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402 members of the parish.
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403
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404 "Who does he think he is!" ... "This is a solumn occasion!"
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405 ... "He should be horse-whipped!"
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406
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407 The giggling continued.
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408
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409 A member of the family got up from his seat and walked to
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410 the back of the church.
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411
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412 "If you don't be quiet I'll have you removed." he hissed.
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413 The young man, eyes shining, only laughed louder.
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414 "Why would you do that?", the man asked?
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415 "Because ..." the family's man said "Your being disrespectful
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416 in our grief!"
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417
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418 The young man's eyes turned cold. "Disrespectful to YOUR
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419 grief!?"
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420 "Yes, you mock our dead by your laughter... our brethern
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421 is gone from us and we grieve."
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422
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423 The young mans eyes again shined.
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424 "Which is better?" He asked. "To shed your pain and
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425 remember you brother as he wished to be remembered ... or
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426 to trap oneself in a cycle of self-stroking prattle that
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427 means nothing to the dead?"
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428
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429 The family man was lavid ... but he had no answer.
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430 By this time the service had stopped, and the entire
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431 congregation was looking over their shoulders at the
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432 confrontation.
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433 The family man returned to his seat and tried to focus
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434 himself into the ritual of death. The rest of the family
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435 members followed his lead.
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436 Most succeeded, but the family man couldn't get the view
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437 of the laughing young man out of his mind.
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438
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439 A small victory for life...
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440
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441
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442 P. Abbus
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443
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444 !#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#
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445 nice to see you again Paul. We last met at the last BW
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446 party. Remember Waddles? Anyway, welcome back.
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447
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448 <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+>
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449 short time lurker:
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450 as to the sound of the bells, about 3 maybe 4 years ago there was this
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451 thing about "bells". It went on for the longest time...The themes of
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452 the inn were different also. Soon after, i lost acess to a terminal
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453 keeping me away until about 3 mo's ago. Have things ever changed!!
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454 <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+> long time lurker <+><+><+><+><+><+><+>
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455
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456 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Zymphrumple op Cargh*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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457 Things realy ARE (in the last 100 or so lines) picking up!
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458 Voiage Pt 1: Supurb! What Leonard said was well intentioned and USUALY the case
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459 such untoward things DO occasionaly happen, thats why you see that 'enter only'
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460 message so much of the time.
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461 Hater: The main thing I hate is hate itself and I'M an enthusiest of alt world
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462 too.
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463 Piper: you REALY say it, as per usual excelance. I wonder though, that primal
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464 scream in the woods; might (not too likely but a fun story idea) draw the
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465 curios attention of a community of social carnivores. Said four footed ones
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466 might become close companions. I know your usualy a 'solo' writer but what if
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467 certain four footed friends of mine were to cautiosly approach? ...
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468 BSAL: long time no see.
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469 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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470 [/]
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471
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472 <o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>
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473
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474 Surf and Sun
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475
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476 A lone figure sits looking out to the sea.
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477 What thoughts, what turbulance passes within?
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478 The calming rush of the surf erases the pain,
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479 Until it becomes but a bad nightmare to be forgotten.
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480 What deep dark thoughts are these that need to be lost?
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481 What magic does this surf have to ease them?
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482
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483 All to soon the sun reaches its pass,
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484 And sets in a blaze of glory.
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485 The flaming torrents of red, gold, and brown
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486 Leave a shimmering picture from natures palette.
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487 A final gift from the life giving sun,
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488 as the long day draws once more to a close.
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489
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490 The lone figure seems to shiver at its loss.
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491 Is it only the chill of the wind, or something more?
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492 And as a shadow, I sit there as well,
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493 Watching the the suns final grace.
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494 For in my dreams I am there with my love,
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495 Sharing the sun's spectacular embrace.
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496
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497 BH
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498
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499 <o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>+<o>
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500 ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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501 CISTOP - I say again, delete my mangled upload (lines 44 - 80 or 91) so I can
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502 try it again. (or give us back ALL ALLOWED. What prompted ENTER ONLY *this*
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503 time?)
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504 ????????????????????????????????? QUIZMASTER ???????????????????????????????????
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505 GUARDIAN:PROBLEMS fixed, i think. We need to try again.
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506 ******************************************************************
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507 what is the status of the following boards?
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508 AE 659-xxxx Atari 245-xxxx Barlow 663-xxxx
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509 Unknown 254-xxxx Beaver 254-xxxx
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510 Buddah 253-xxxx Commodore Connection 289-xxxx
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511 Dungeon Quest 292-xxxx Excalibur 775-xxxx
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512 Jolly Rodger 245-xxxx Metalland II 254-xxxx
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513 Oak Grove 659-xxxx Orion 649-xxxx PACE 286-xxxx
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514 Pirate's Gallery 642-xxxx Rain Forest 245-xxxx
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515 Road House 285-xxxx T-Comm 636-xxxx Term Star 639-xxxx
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516 Alternate World 777-xxxx FAITH 245-xxxx
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517 The Pheonix 648-xxxx Thunderbird 255-xxxx
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518 Utopia 657-xxxx Warehouse 641-xxxx Westwood 644-xxxx
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519 Zarahelma 286-xxxx
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520 ******************************************************************
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521 OR MORE IMPORTANTLY, WHO CARES?
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522
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523 Try calling the Bit Bucket at 254-xxxx. They have a VERY up-to-date BBS list
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524 in Information file #4, or try #2 for a shortened version of the list....
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525
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526 The AE is down. The atari is up, Barlow is going down til Sep on Jun-1.
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527 Buddah has a different #. Commodore Connection is up.
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528 Dungeon Quest is up. Excalibur is up.
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529 Jolly Roger is down. Metalland is 253 not 254!
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530 Oak grove is up. Orion is down. PACE is up.
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531 Rain Forest is up (and BUSY!)
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532 Road house is up. T-comm is 635 not 636
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533 term star is down
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534 Alternate world is up
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535 Phoenix is down. Thunderbird is up
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536 Utopia is up. Warehouse is up. Westwood is up.
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537 Zarahelma is up.
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538 Check Bit Bucket for the hours of the systems that are up...
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539 (also for the new # for Buddha)
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540
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541 HATE....
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542 HATE.....
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543 HATE WHAT IS HATE...
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544
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545 I HATE ALL
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546 I HATE THEE
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547 I HATE DEATH
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548 I HATE LIFE
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549 I HATE MYSELF...........>A TRUE HATER<
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550
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551 Long live odin
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552 long live thor
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553 long live the vikings
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554 hail to england
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555 ------------------------DEATH TO FALSE METAL------------------------------------
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556 DEATH TO YOU!
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557 +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+
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558 Oh, no! School must be out again! (?) Is there anyone else who believes
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559 there should be licenses for modems? How about a training school for repeat
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560 twits? I know that just being young doesn't necessarily mean you're
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561 irresponsible, but I do tire of twits...and they all are 15 or 16. Kids,
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562 have your parents buy you a car instead of a computer, OK?
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563 +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-Prose-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+
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564
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565 ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
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566
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567 Images
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568 By Tyrone Green
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569
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570 Dark and lonely on the summer night.
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571 Kill my landlord.
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572 Kill my landlord.
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573 Watchdog barking, do he byte?
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574 Kill my landlord.
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575 Kill my landlord.
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576 Slip in his windah, break his neck.
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577 Den his house I start to wreck!
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578 Got no reason, what the heck!
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579 Kill my landlord.
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580 Kill my landlord.
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581 C.I.L.L.
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582 my landlord.
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583
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584 ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
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585
|
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586 ^^^^^ Aha and Hmmm. ^^^^^
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587
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588 <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+>
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589 twits, and repeat twits: May your phone line take a direct lightning
|
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590 strike leaving our modems a smoldering heap of melted plastic and silicon.
|
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591 <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+> long time lurker <+><+><+><+><+>
|
||
592 <+><+><+> argh!!! RE our/your <+><+><+>
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593 ********************************************
|
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594 chuckle, snort, rolling on the floor... haha
|
||
595 *****************************kathyd**********
|
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596
|
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597 ^^^^^
|
||
598 ^ When time passes on very little really ever changes. The more
|
||
599 ^ we want for there to be a change, the more we cling on to the
|
||
600 ^ things that were once ourselves. I know. Believe me, I know.
|
||
601 ^ When once there was a bond, but now you feel that there is none,
|
||
602 ^ you wake up one morning to find that it has somehow grown stronger
|
||
603 ^ in your lack of paying it any mind. You feel the freedom (or
|
||
604 ^ misery) seep back over your mind when the bond has desolved.
|
||
605 ^ Time makes you feel more at ease with yourself for ever having
|
||
606 ^ allowed the entropy to have set in; you no longer worry about
|
||
607 ^ the where or the why from which the state of decay has dragged
|
||
608 ^ you down. Things begin to fall back into place, routines may
|
||
609 ^ once again be fallen into like the ruts they really have been.
|
||
610 ^ Then that morning comes.
|
||
611 ^ You awake to the rise of Helios' next journey on that blazing
|
||
612 ^ chairiot and all appears to be normal. The stars fade in the
|
||
613 ^ light of a new dawn. You turn your mind to the tasks that
|
||
614 ^ always seem to be so important in the morning but never is when
|
||
615 ^ never are when you take a closer look later on. You then
|
||
616 ^ proceed to your daily course of activities. Everything is calm,
|
||
617 ^ or at least gives that impression.
|
||
618 ^ Then the mailman comes.
|
||
619 ^ You know his face but the name always manages to slip your mind
|
||
620 ^ when you want to give a greeting and thanks for the efforts he
|
||
621 ^ has expended in order to keep you in touch with the rest of the
|
||
622 ^ outside world. You don't notice the letter that sits in the middle
|
||
623 ^ of the pile but it patiently waits for you to open it. No matter how
|
||
624 ^ little yo think you care, the name jumps out at you and sends your
|
||
625 ^ figures to tearing open the envelop. Then you see what you had wished
|
||
626 ^ for all along. They are there.
|
||
627 ^ Words.
|
||
628 ^ In those words is reborn the love that had once been shared. >G
|
||
629 ^^^^^
|
||
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