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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 30 SEP 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 ALL: Various items for sale: FHR 1200 baud Hayes compatable modem; NEW $250
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21 two available. Also have 2ea 96TPI half high Mitsubish 5" drives at $100 ea.
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22 In addition, I have five Shugart SA-400 disk drives. Rebuilt and tested
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23 for 24 hours on BW (I can't think of a better test). $25.00 each. 5 available.
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24 2 pertec 8" disk drives as is $10 each. Two Cartivision video recorders new,
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25 in factory boxes includes extra cartriges and documentation $50 <SOLD!>
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26 One IDS serial printer $199. Three spare parts SA-400 disk drives. (One won't
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27 read - missing IC, two won't write - something on the logic board, a board
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28 swap makes em work) $5.00 each. Buy all 5 good shugarts, and I'll throw in
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29 the spare parts drives for free. If you're interested, give me a call at
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30 654-xxxx (U.S. Digital) Mike Day.
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31 ******************************** CISTOP MIKEY *******************************
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34 .-.-.-.atthetop.-.-.-.atthetop.-.-.-.atthetop.-.-.-.EmuLurk.-.-.-.
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35 Another Sale: Okidata u92 Printer.
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36 - Both Serial & parallel I/F.
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37 (Modified with toggle SW.)
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38 - 3 Spare Ribbons.
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39 * $285 *
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40 Tom Handley
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41 656-xxxx (9am-7pm, I'm in & out...)
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42
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43 \\\\\\\\\\\\my border gets no repect, while others deserve no repect\\\\strange world, isn't it?\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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44 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Uvje Rajuul*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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45 What manor of place is this the robed figure wondered to himself. So near
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46 something called the top of a disc.
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47 A what? In the dim light of scented tapers and an inviting fire-place
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48 he was able to make out a few vaguely familiar faces. The wooden chair in
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49 which he seated himself had a satisfying firmness of reality. Too long had
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50 he drifted, with other of the 'guru's' fallowers in realms less tangable.
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51 Even the road dust which clung about his brown and green robes had an
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52 aura of intangability: half translucent as if uncertain of its own substance.
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53 So many things change, so many things stay the same. There was a rabbit
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54 on one of the tables who some how reminded him of a certain othe anthropomorph
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55 from a mythical island contenant on one of the alternate urdthias he had yet
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56 to visit.
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57 Thankfull for the moment for a calm place to sit quietly, Uvje decided
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58 to wait, observing, to see what would next transpire in this legendary sanctom.
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59 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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60 ??????????????////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\????????????????
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61 ^^^^^ : I believe I understood what you have said maybe it should be
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62 discussed later?
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63 ??????????????\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\////////////////////????????????????
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64 zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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65 All pain is not of the physical body. Far deeper is the anguish that
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66 proceeds from within. The whips and scourges with which we flagellate
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67 ourselves draw far deeper blood than even the keen blade of a knife near
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68 an uncertain beating heart.
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69 The woman whom we know only as ZEB swam up from dark unconciousness like
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70 a fish moving toward the dappled surface of a stream. As though it were
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71 a trout leaping in some still woodland pool, her mind breached the barrier
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72 and became aware of an external reality -- a reality twisted and warped,
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73 but recognizable from what had gone before.
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74 A face, recognizable as such.
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75 Concern.
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76 Smiles and encouragement.
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77 "Are you alright?"
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78 "Yes..."
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79
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80 Above all, the wound, biting deep into secret flesh, protecting the heart
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81 nearly bared to the cold world outside. Below and underlying, the guilt.
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82 With a gasp of exhaustion, she reluctantly gave up her grip on conciousness.
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83 zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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84 ...and died.
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85
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86 zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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87
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88 DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO OPEN THE SMART DOOR IN HITCHHIKERS? HELP HELP I'M STUCK!
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89 JUST ONE CLUE>>>> PLEASE!!!!!!!!!
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90
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91 A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A=6
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92
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93 "Ahhhhh!" Cragmore could barely cry out before he fell to the floor of the
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94 Pell-mell is a disorderly head. Emu and Trainor rushed to his side, confusion
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95 and concern marked on their faces.
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96 "What is the matter friend?" Trainor asked gently, as he and Emu tried
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97 to make order of Cragmore's limbs and torso. Cragmore was conscious, and
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98 he did not seem to draw back from the efforts of the others to make him
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99 more comfortable. Finally, Emu and Trainor managed to lift up Cragmore and
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100 take him into the commons room, where they carefully placed him on one of
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101 the cushioned seats.
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102 After several more moments of strained silence, Cragmore finally spoke.
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103 "A voice, cutting through my mind like a hot knife through butter. It
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104 screamed in pain and terror, then it was silence, save a stentorian echo
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105 that still rings in my mind's ear. Something terrible has happened. We
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106 can not stay here. To stay is to die. I know this to be true now."
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107 Emu and Trainor exchanged startled looks. "Cragmore, we still aren't
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108 sure where we are. We have been pulled through one portal into another
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109 realm. I am surprised the Pell-mell still operates given the pounding
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110 she has taken and the realities she has transcended."
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111 "I guess you built them Ford-tough, Trainor." Emu joked, but his
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112 humor fell on deaf ears.
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113 Cragmore sat up, the color returning to his cheeks. "What we have been
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114 through is nothing compared to what we will go through if we don't leave
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115 this area, whatever it may be. There is a foreboding quintessence here, a
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116 presence of oppression and death. It is taking a large part of my energy
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117 to fight off this feeling of doom."
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118 Trainor was about to speak when another scream permeated the ship. This
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119 scream was for all to hear, not just those with trained sensitive minds. It
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120 came from one of the private rooms. So loud and long was this scream that
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121 Piper, for the first time since his return to the ship, stirred from his
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122 catatonic state, and began to awake. In the far corner, Bard seemed to
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123 come out of his self-imposed solitude.
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124 "Lady Tayree!" Emu gasped. "It must be her."
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125 Not another word was needed as the five adventurers advanced to the rear
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126 of the Pell-mell. Everyone was glad to see Piper alive and apparently well,
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127 but at the moment, the blood curdling scream and its cause was foremost on
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128 everyone's mind.
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129 A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A=6
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130 ch/is a disorderly head/in a disorderly heap/ Now how did that happen?????????
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131 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
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132 I've found a notebook of old, and perhaps now there shall be more
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133 friendliness as once there was. These name callings, libelous deeds and
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134 H.A.R.M.s done to others are to be a thing of the past. Creative energy
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135 spent is no longer creative. Be not destructive!
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136 Now, to go off and write something creative...
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137 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
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138 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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139 :::::=====:::::=====
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140 Eating my truffle, which wasn't magic, I waited for this cloaked
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141 figure to speak, move, or do something that might register life.
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142 A strange thing, though. This cloaked figure didn't comply with
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143 any of my senses. It was as if the figure wasn't there, but sight said
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144 otherwise....
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145 :::::=====:::::=====:::::
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146 Destroyer: If my "sense note" will mess anything up, just ignore it.
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147 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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148 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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149 "It's nice to see my reputation has preceded me," James said. And then he added sourly, "Even if it does sometimes
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150 backfire. I'm not a monster, for crissakes, so mellow out. How do you know me, anyway?"
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151 Tariya managed to regain some of her calm. "Among the mystics you are very well known. The ruling class of Kadan,
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152 the Circle of Twelve has been very concerned about you. Especially after the battle of Earth Prime. They say..." she
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153 gulped and hesitated for a moment. "They say you have the power to shatter the Circle, and doom our planet. They are
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154 afraid of you."
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155 Needless to say, James was rather taken aback by this. Why would he threaten some pissant little planet that he had
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156 never even heard of? And they surely must not be much if they were so afraid of him in the first place. Sure, he had a
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157 dangerous reputation but wrecking civilizations was a little out of his line. Something rang false here. "Now really.
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158 Do I look all that dangerous to you?"
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159 "No." she said cautiously. "But you don't have to. I can sense your power from here. You ARE the Destroyer. I
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160 believe that. Still..." She laughed, a little embarassed. "Please forgive me. It was just my first reaction. The
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161 Circle has a whole world's population in terror of you but I never really believed it."
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162 "Hmmf." James grunted, not impressed. He didn't know what was going on here but he was sure he didn't care. He had
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163 enough problems right now. "I think we're agreed I'm not going to kick over your planet. Fine. You said you could help
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164 me find these people, but I'd kinda like to know what you're getting out of this."
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165 Tariya considered for a moment, then decided on the truth. "Why, adventure, of course. I left Kadan because it's
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166 the most boring planet it the universe. For years my spirit has longed for excitement! And now I heard rumors of a
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167 quest and I want to join it! Surely you can understand that?"
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168 "You have got to be kidding." James was trying to comprehend what he had just heard. "You have GOT to be kidding!
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169 You have any idea what you're talking about? Any at all? You're nuts!"
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170 She wasn't bothered by this at all. She'd heard it before. "Perhaps I am. But I am the only one who can help you
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171 find the adventurers. Maybe you'd care to tell me why YOU want to join the quest."
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172 "Me? Why, I, uh," He hesitated, and then burst out laughing. "Good point. Lately I've been wandering just to keep
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173 the dust off. Since my old home is just a pile of rocks floating through space I haven't found a place yet that I'd
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174 care to settle down in. Still, I have my doubts about you..."
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175 The both jumped a little as the front door of the inn slammed open. Squeezing around a steamroller that was stalled
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176 right in front of the doorway outside, four big, obnoxious, and very drunk men made their way inside. The inkeeper
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177 groaned, "Not again," and sank from sight behind the counter.
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178 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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179
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180
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182 $$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%M~marker##$$~~~~%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$
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183
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184 poof!
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185
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186 The road sang softly down the silvery wayside,
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187 Until the baying of the moon calmed above,
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188 And the fox trotted out of the milky white snow,
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189 Never to move, no never to move....
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190
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191 ZAP!?
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192 ..........................................................................
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193 Zephyr: So good to see you again. A bouquet of truffles to you.
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194
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195 >>heavy sigh<< Why is it that life keeps throwing me curves? Out of
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196 the frying pan...
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197
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198 Juggler: Write me, quick!
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199 ................................................Entropy..........................
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200 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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201 Ahh, to read again the trials of BW. A welcome change after the hassle of
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202 college life. So sorry that entry will not be forthcoming for at least two
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203 more days...
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204 L'homme: Can you provide me with any helpful hints for the "archaic trash-o
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205 decomposing garbage heap" (a.k.a. the Honeywell)? Just gimme a micro that
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206 doesn't have 50+ ways of losing your code and/or output. Hopefully the new
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207 computer (available spring term, they tell me) will be better.
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208 A sample assignment for the CS department at PSU: Using any large
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209 programming system on your local computer, such as the operating system, write
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210 a report evaluating the quality of the user interface. Discuss its clarity,
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211 ease of learning, ease of use, error messages, on-line assistance,
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212 and TOLERANCE OF USER MISTAKES. Describe how you might redesign and improve
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213 this interface.
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214 ++++++++thats a tall order+++++++++ Milchar ++++++ 01 Oct 85, 11:23pm ++++++++
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215 ***************************************************************************:
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216 Speaking of L'homme... I need that disk drive back immediately (unless you
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217 intend to buy it, as I have sold it.
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218 ******************************** CISTOP MIKEY *****************************
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219 L'homme: Regarding the diskette in question, and the software too,
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220 can be contacted via #1 or #7 (5PM-8AM). Much fun today, standing in lines
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221 at PSU. Ah well... gets exciting wheeling around downtown with studded
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222 tires on the rear wheels and a muffler dragging on the ground (let's not
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223 mention the various electronic components, such as the radio, hazard light
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224 or brake lights, that are not quite functional). Was that a cop in the
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225 rear view mirror? Quick! Down the side street, around the corner, etc.
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226 Anyway, finally got the owner's manual for my pets printed out, and it is
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227 proving to be very interesting. Will ttyl.
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228 --------------------- Dog Trainer --------------------------------------
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229 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Uvje Rajuul*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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230 Deciding to take maters into hand after all, robes shimmering, Uvje
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231 made his way to ware Zepher war truffle munching.
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232 "Thanks" he said, reaghing for one of the not quite magic edables.
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233 "A mutual aquantance told me ware to find you. Intercepted a message
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234 you were trying to send a while back but wasn't quick enough to catch the
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235 coordinates of its destination. A certain ambasador Themnax, I believe you've
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236 heard the name. Anyway if you've got those coordinates I believe trans-
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237 portation to thair general vacinity might be arrainged. I am told that from
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238 certain other intercepted transmissions there may be some urgancy in the matter
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239 ".
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240 As he was speaking, the robed stranger pulled from a side pocket a
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241 portable hole generator, an objec resembling in other contexts a pocket cal-
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242 culator but only slightly. Here it seemed only a bizare talisman but keying
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243 the proper sequence a hole appeared to hover virticaly in space nearby.
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244 Satisfied he turned it back off and sliped it back into a concieled
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245 pocket.
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246 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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247 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\just more marker\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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248 zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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249 Once again, the darkness within her skull fades back to reveal a glimpse of
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250 the outside world. Eyelids slide back over the surface of the eye, alowing
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251 glimpses of the surroundings to fill the mind.
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252 WRONG!! WRONG!! WRONG!!
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253 Mental alarms sound. Something is horribly wrong -- things are somehow
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254 completely wrong or distorted. Hands reach, hoping for comfort as the
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255 blackness within the skull engulfs the slippery mind.
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256 With returning conciousness comes minimal understanding. A woman's face
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257 bends over, concern written on her features. The mind, undaunted by the
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258 will, makes forays off into strange trails. The voice, rusty from disuse
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259 speaks.
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260 "Who are you?"
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261 The face, concern written on it, "Tayree -- lie quietly now."
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262 The mind, wandering, looking at youth and beauty, refuses to be quelled,
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263 forces the voice to ask the question.
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264 "How long has it been since you died?"
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265 zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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266 (((*)))(((*)))
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267 xxxxxx
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268 xxxxxxxxxx
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269 xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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270 xxxx xx xxxx
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271 xxxx xx xxxx
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272 xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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273 xxxxxx xxxxxx
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274 xx xxxxxxxx xx
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275 xx xxxxxxxx xx
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276 xx xx
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277 xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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278 xxxxxxxxxxxx
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279 xx
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280
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281 The SKULL strikes again!
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282
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283 JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ
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284
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285 Capt. Hook (JJJJJJJ!!!!!!)
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286
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287 Avast ye skuppers! I'ma takin' over this disk! Arrrgh! Prepare to be boarded!
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288 Arrrgh! Bit by bloody bit you scruffy band of outlaw hacksterers! Ahoy! Arrrgh!
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289
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290 JJJJJJjjJJjJjjjJJJJjjjjJjJJjjJjJJJJJJJJJjjJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJjJJjjjjjjjjjjj
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291 The skull may strike again, but...
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292 ZZZZZZ ZZZZZZ TTTTTTT O PPPPPPPP
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293 Z Z T O O O P
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294 Z Z T O O P P
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295 Z Z T O O PPPPPPPP
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296 Z Z T O O P
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297 ZZZZZZ ZZZZZZ T O P
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298 RULES!
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299
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300 Ahem. Does anyone here know who is responsible for this, er, grafitti?
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301 ...........................................................................
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302 Seeing the Inkeeper duck behind the counter, the apprentice looked
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303 for the reason. Seeing the four men he shhok his head.
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304 He muttered a spell under his breath and approached them.
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305 "Ah! You are here to remove the machine." It was a statement, not
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306 a question. For the barest instant they started to bristle, but then the
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307 spell took effect.
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308 "we are here to remove the machine" they repeated tonelessly.
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309 "Just haul it to the Jonas the smith down at the port. You may keep
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310 half of what he pays you for it."
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311 ...............................the apprentice..............................
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312 I'm sure the smith will *love* all that scrap metal. And when the charm
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313 wears of in a week or two....
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314 ...........................................................................
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315 ?????????????????//////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\??????????????
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316 It wasn't quite dawn. The only sound to be heard was the rustling
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317 of alfalfa. Occasionally a nicker or a whinny would echo through the
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318 stable area as to say "Thanks for breakfast" or "Where's mine".
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319 Soon the grounds will be alive with nervous participants, anxious
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320 trainers and curious spectators. For this is the opening day of the
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321 State Championship Horse Show, a week of long hours for both equestrian
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322 and steed. Seven days of excitement and heartbreak, frustration and
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323 anticipation. For grooms like myself it's a week of hard work and
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324 tension. Of the hundreds of horses here twenty-five of these majestic
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325 creatures are mine to keep fed, happy and ready to go at a seconds
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326 notice. A simular number of riders are also in my care. From four
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327 am to 1:00am for the next week I am at their becon call.
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328 In the distance I hear a small scooter coming in this direction
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329 followed closely by the clicking of hooves. To the normal spectator
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330 seeing someone on a scooter leading a horse is quite a strange sight,
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331 but to a groom like myself it is a common occurance. When working
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332 five arenas spread over a 200 acre sight you need all the advantages
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333 you can get.
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334 As the sun rises, a light layer of fog is revealed hugging close
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335 to the ground. I wander down the long row of stalls to notice that
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336 my favorite is ready to go out for his morning warm-up. I reach for
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337 the lead while he nuzzles me with his warm nose. Steam rises as
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338 his breath hit the cold air outside. Finally he allows me to attach
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339 the lead to the small ring under his chin. He is a large Thoroughbred,
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340 with a jet black mane and tail and a body the colour of mahogany. To
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341 the family of Baywood Canyon Ranch he is known only as Ralph but to
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342 the world of Class 'A' competition, he is known as "The Tower of Power",
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343 one of the best Hunter/jumpers in the show circut.
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344 With a quick stop by the tack room for a longe line, it's off
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345 to the closest arena. Once I attach the thirty foot cord off he goes.
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346 The horses all know that being at the end of this long tether is a
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347 time for childlike behavior and silliness. Tower is no exception.
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348 Instantly he is off at a gallop stopping only for the chance to kick
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349 up his heels and leap for the stars. At times it is hard for me to
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350 believe that only a slight tug on the line will bring him down to
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351 earth and ready for a serious work out. But this morning I will let
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352 him play as long as time will allow for it is soon to be show time
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353 and no playing will be tolerated then. Although we were the first to
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354 enter the field quickly it swells with other grooms and their playful
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355 companions.
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356 And so the day begins. The work has only just begun.
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357 ??//\\??
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358 more later
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359 ??????????????\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\////////////////////????????????????
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360 So I walk up to Tower, this magnificent horse, and say "ahh, that's a good
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361 boy, you're a fine horse indeed!"
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362 He whinnies... and I hear a voice!"
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363 "Thank you!"
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364 I turn in amazement... "Who said that?"
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365 "I did" comes the firm reply.
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366 I looked at Tower.... no, it couldn't be... "Tower? ...is th-that you?"
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367 His glorious mane ruffles in the wind as he shakes his head up and down.
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368 My mind wanders back to the time I first met him... I had looked at his
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369 genealogy charts. "Madame Rosa" was his mother, a fine mare that one... but
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370 who was his father? Hmmmm
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371 Suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks! I couldn't believe it! No! It
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372 couldn't be! Nothing on TV was true... but yet! Wait! My voice trembled...
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373 "...Are you really... the SON of... MISTER ED??????"
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374
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375 A wee winnie winkled from his lips...
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376
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377 )))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
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378 GEB
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379 :::::=====:::::=====
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380 Guy in cloak: No thanks. I think I'll stay here, if you don't mind...
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381 Entropy: Thanks for the compliments, and catnip to you.
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382 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::
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383 ---
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384 Why when a new writer tries to enter somethinghe or she thinks is
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385 half way decient do other writers have to make fun of them. I am trying
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386 to learn how to write well and hope to receive some constructive critisism
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387 That's all I have to say for now.....
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388 ---
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389 ????????????????\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\///////////////////////??????????????
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390 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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391 "What do you mean, 'doubts about me'?" Tariya wanted to know. "What kind of doubts?"
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392 The four drunks were having a loud argument in the background but neither of them were paying attention. James
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393 said, "Well, to be quite honest, I have no idea if you can watch out for yourself. Adventures can be dangerous things
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394 and I really haven't the time or the inclination to watch out for you."
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395 Tariya was outraged, of course. "I've been trained in the arcane arts since I could walk and can damned well take
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396 care of myself!" She held out her hand and suddenly a pinpoint of light appeared in her palm. It was brighter than a
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397 welding arc and James couldn't look at it directly. She closed her fist and suddenly it was encircled in miniature
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398 lightning bolts.
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399 "Impressive." James said, not impressed at all. The argument was getting closer. "Pretty lights do not a defense
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400 make, though. I've faced threats that would laugh at something like that. I don't doubt that you could do more, but
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401 could you handle a high pressure confrontation?"
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402 "Of course I can. I-" She stopped suddenly and looked at something behind him. James looked up and staring down at
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403 him was the ugliest face he had seen in at least three days. Nearby were the second, third, and fourth ugliest faces.
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404 With the faces went large, filthy, muscular bodies and he could tell from their expressions that mean dispositions
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405 were included at no extra cost.
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406 "Well, what have we here?" rumbled the ugliest one. With his words came a foul wave of stale liquer breath that
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407 would have driven a leser man to blowing his groceries. "Since when do they allow brats in here? You punks should be
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408 home in bed. Bad things could happen to you this time of night."
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409 One of the drunks stood over by Tariya. She looked down at the table, trying to ignore him. "Here's a comely one."
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410 He said, lifting her face up. She jerked away, making him laugh. "Spirited, too. Bet she's never even been touched."
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411 (That wasn't exactly what he said, but this IS a family board.)
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412 "'til now." said another drunk. She looked at James, scared. He only looked back and shrugged mildly. It was just
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413 talk.
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414 It went past talk as the drunk grabbed her arm and picked her up roughly. She screamed and hit him in th chest but
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415 might as well been punching the wall. "Leggo, dammit! Help! James!"
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416 All eyes were on the young man, who continued to sit placidly. The drunk standing behind him placed both hands on
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417 his shoulders and put most of his two hundred-odd pounds behind them. He looked down into the young man's eyes. "Now
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418 James here doesn't want any trouble, does he?"
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419 James looked back up, as if distracted, "Hmm? Me? Trouble? Never! I don't want any trouble at all. Gives me
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420 heartburn."
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421 "That's a good lad." said the drunk almost kindly. "Tell you what. You stay right here, and we'll bring her back
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422 when we're done." a purely evil grin spread across his face. "What's left of her."
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423 Laughing, they carried the screaming and cursing Tariya out the front door. Nobody else in the place gave a thought
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424 to interfering. Most of them stared at the young man, who seemed to be staring at nothing. The inkeeper came out of
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425 hiding and went over to him. "Those bastards been terrorizing the place all week. There's been nobody around could
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426 stop them." Getting no response, he yelled, "For God's sakes, they might KILL her! Aren't you going to do
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427 anything?"
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428 The young man took another sip from his beer and then looked at him. His expresion was unfathomable. He replied,
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429 "She can take care of herself. She said so."
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431 (Thought I'd better get the next entry down before somebody messed me up more.)
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432 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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435 **************************************************************************
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436 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
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437 New writer: A lot of people on this board have been getting the same
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438 treatment from that malicious little twit, so don't feel bad. Just endure,
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439 and like a disease, he (she?) will eventually go away...
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440 Everybody Else: Hello.
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441 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
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442 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))
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443 :-)Yippe! The monitor is back!(-:
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444
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445 <><><><><><><><><><><>
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446 Milch: send me mail to psu-cs!nelsons, if you can figure out how to send
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447 mail from the FunnyWell (try typing 'mail' and see what happens. It's
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448 new, so I don't know how to use it). If you do get it going, give my
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449 some specific questions, and maybe I can offer some pointers. I've
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450 got lots of leftover info that I used when I was using the HoneyWell.
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451 Or, post me your account number, and I can just send you some stuff
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452 that might help. I don't know whether L'homme has the same stuff that
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453 I do, but between the two of us, we might get you set up and ready
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454 to run those great JCL jobs!
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455 <><><><><><><><><><><>nelsons
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456 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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457 To new writer (author of "the destroyer"):
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458 Just a suggestion -- If you want a group of anti-social drunks, I suggest
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459 you place the setting somewhere other than the inn. Too many have worked
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460 for too long to allow such types free rein for more than a few seconds
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461 (about long enough to determine their anti-social tendencies). We've had
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462 a truce for some time that has kept out too much high-tech violence from
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463 the inn itself (we've had plenty in other locales, though). Aside from the
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464 problem of believability (the apprentice disposed of them without more than
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465 a casual thought; if he hadn't, well, it's hard to say how many interesting
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466 fates those four would have met, but many. You don't really expect an inn
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467 full of seasoned adventurers to leave a lady in distress, do you?) your
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468 writing shows a lot of promise. We've adopted a few conventions -- when you
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469 write about events in the inn proper, you are inviting interaction from others.
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470 If you want to be sole author on a story-line, you should set it elsewhere,
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471 then others will keep out unless invited in.
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472 As to the twits -- they are like any other vermin (mosquitos, ants,
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473 cockroaches, or fleas) that plague the world. The blood they try to draw
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474 is attention -- ignoring their infantile antics seems to be the best
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475 repellent. Some good comes of them; some gain maturity and grow into
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476 valuable contributors and gain acceptance and respect. The rest soon find
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477 that there's not much damage they can do to BW and get bored.
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478 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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479 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
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480 piper & zeb: i find it difficult to continue with the adventure in its
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481 current direction. you've intorduced a theory that is hard for me to deal
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482 with even though i understand it. it is like a foreign language -- one may
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483 know of it and listen with ease while they are still a novice and not in
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484 complete control of it. i shall ponder over the theory a while longer,
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485 and hope that i may carry on to the best of my comprehension.
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486 oh, and another point of order. i am to ignore the two words "and died",
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487 am i not? it placed me in a great dilema... what was i to do?
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488 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& the scarlet lion &&&&&&&
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489
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490 courtesy of MACF (mosquitos, ants,cockroaches and fleas)
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491 Now wait a second Jim, I *thought* I lived here all of my life, but now some
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492 new talent has hit the streets and I know not what to think. First we have
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493 some self-proclaimed DESTROYER who sallies into the Inn, nary a resume' on
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494 his person, and we are supposed to quiver in fright? Then four drunks
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495 approach the Inn. Now where did these drunks come from? Down the street? Come
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496 now, remember were we all are. The Inn. THE INN! There are no bars down
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497 the street to get drunk in. There are no drinking wells to get blasted on.
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498 And attacking a lady? Why there is more collective talent on the side of
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499 gallantry in the Inn than any other place in the universe. These brave and
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500 noble men and women are just going to sit scared and do nothing while four
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501 drunks from nowhere kidnap with intent to rape a comely young woman? If I
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502 have eyes do I not see? If I am cut do I not bleed? Breaks and Credit is in
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503 order here, because the norm of the Inn, that elusive quantity that is so
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504 hard to tie down has up and left during the last few days. I dare say I am
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505 dismayed at the flagrant disregard for conventional interaction. There are
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506 not many rules but those few rules that do exist should be respected and
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507 obeyed. So the next time a young man comes in followed by four drunks and
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508 the proverbial attractive young girl, think about the ramifications of the
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509 story, and how it affects the other members of the BackWater Inn, and how
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510 they might react. It is sad to see the bells of October raining long and
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511 hard, but music to the ears is always more desireable than pain to the
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512 eyes.
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513 ..............................................................................
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514
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515 (*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
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516 Oh, how I long for thee
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517 Golden locks,
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518 and love for me.
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519 Such is life and love,
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520 Death makes,
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521 inroads and we go.
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522 We steal away the night
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523 Together,
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524 never touching
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525 'cept by mistake.
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526 I could live this way
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527 Forever,
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528 by your side,
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529 If me you'll take.
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530 (*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
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531 unsigned.
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532 %*#@*%@_#*%_@#)!@)_*%!@)_&%@#)%!@)_*%@#_)&*%)$%_*^&$%_)^*$)_^*&#$_)*^)_#!*^#$)_*_)*@#_)*$_)^*#$_)*^#)$_*^#_)^*#_^)*#
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533 Mikey: I will bring the disk drive to PCS. I hope the delay hasn't messed anything up for you. I will also bring money
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534 for archives. Follow my lead fellows archivists?
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535 Milch: Funywell? You mean Honeybucket? Yes I have reams of paper from that...that...machine. Are they making you do
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536 punchcard work? I bet you didn't know that IBM just recently closed its last punhccard manufacturing plant. Anyway,
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537 I should be able to help you out. Honeywell JCL is strange but it can be mastered. Besides, you should be used to
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538 masochism, owning a commode and all :-). MCP...meet MHP (Mad Honeywell Programmer). Let me know where you can be
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539 found downtown and I'll arrange a time to meet. Sorry to hear you didn't get an apartment, that drive twice a day must
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540 be a real drag (not race, just drag). Send mail to nelsons too, the person on the other end can also give much needed
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541 aid.
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542 *%)_*%)_@#*%_@)#*%_@)*%_)@^@)_*^@)_^ L'homme sans Parity %**)_%#@*%_)@#*%@#)_*%@#)_%@)_#%*@#)_*@)_&^@)_*@#_)^*@#)_*^@
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543 ...AND OLD PEOPLE WISH THEY WERE YOUNG. OH HEARTLESS ORB THAT RULES THE NIGHT
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544 ...AND STEALS THE COLORS FROM OUR SIGHT. RED IS GREY AND YELLOW WHITE, BUT
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545 ...WHO IS TO SAY WHICH IS RIGHT, AND WHICH IS THE ILLUSION...
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546 (((*)))
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547 I can't see why soo many people are getting riled up at one/two stories.
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548 Shouting 'This is the INN!' and 'What's all this now?' during the rape scenes.
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549 As far as the untrained eye can see the Inn as we used to know of is dead,
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550 only memories that try to influence the weak are still heard. The old do
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551 wish they were young again, but seeing they can't the only thing they can
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552 do is ridicule others, mainly the young. What I'm saying is that all the
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553 people of this place are just looking for something to fight over, they
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554 just can't eccept people for what they are or what they can do, they have
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555 to put standards up for them to meet and when they don't it gives good reason
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556 to ridicule them. Just be yourself, do your own thing and SHUT UP!
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557 ^/^/^/^/^/^/^/^/^/^/^
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558 :::::::::::O O::::::::::10/03::::::::::::::::::::20:11:::::::O O:::::::::::::::
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559 L'homme: just checking in. Got home about an houour ago (with a 4-point). More later.
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560 ::::::::::::O O::::::::::::::::voyeur::::::::::::::::O O:::::::::::::::::::::::
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561 Boy oh boy backwater is a fierce place. A few humor-filled pokes of fun at some too-long-for-the-screen writing,
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562 some vicious attacks on the sacred settings of another's story... Too much, too soon... shouldn't it be one point and
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563 stick with it, rather than many, and nothing accomplished?
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564 If there be writings only on the INN, could this not be just an INN board? If not, perhaps there are too many people,
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565 most, or perhaps just many, who aren't interested in such in the first place?
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566
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567 Tell you what... I'd be REAL intrigued to hear what Mikey likes (I know... Mikey hates everything). But after all,
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568 in this BWMS universe, is he not the owner, the manager, nay, the Creator? Is he not this world's GOD?
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569 If so, perhaps a comment of INTENTION, no rules are wonderful, but for curiousity sake, has something gotten carried
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570 away? Or has a good idea been poluted? Or are too many good ideas not working in such a small format?
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571
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572 SYSOP, let's hear your opinion. What is your intention of this? Clear the board, and state your case.
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573
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574 Being a god can be a lonely job indeed...
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575
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577
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578 And to the writer who is poking fun at everyone: I'm sure you mean no harm, but perhaps put your work in parentheses
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579 or something... then it can be ignored if so desired, or laughed at if it strikes just right. But also, perhaps your
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580 point is well taken, that the stories can be too long and dreary, and sometimes meaningless. A smoother way to make
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581 the point perhaps is needed, but it is understood nonetheless.
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583 @*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*
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584 Ah, so it goes. I understand, humor is personal... some take offense, others laugh. No harm intended. No maliciousness
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585 desired. Just fun hacking about.
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588 HACK HACK HACK HACK. HACK HACK HACK HACK. HACK HACK HACK HACK.
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