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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 19 OCT 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 #$#$#$#$#$at the top#$#$#$too bad, folks...#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
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21 " ^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"
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22 Digitalian
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23 ^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^" ^"^" ^"^"^"^"^"
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24 Yes, and 9/10s of you know who I am.
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25 I'm just gonna
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26
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27 * * * * * ***
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28 * * * * ** * * *
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29 *** *** * * * *
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30 * * * * * ** * ***
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31 * * * * * * ***
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32 Around for a
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33 bit..
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34
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35 I might be starting a multi-author
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36 story soon, so I want some people
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37 to speak up if they wanna join in
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38 OK?
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39
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40 Neo: Nice going!
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41 Zephyr: Told ya!
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42 Abbreviator: go find another system
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43 to twit up!
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44 ^"^"^"^"^"^"^" ^"^"
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45
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46 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\10
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47 "It's just some putzy little ball of ice!" Actually, Amphyrian was a ball of rock covered with ice. It was about
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48 2/3 the size of earth's moon and orbited its primary (Rigel) at a distance of seven light weeks. The computer
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49 calculated its orbital period at somewhere around 370,000 years. James' ship had popped out of nullspace three
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50 planetary diameters away. "Look at this!" James said. "If it ever HAD an atmosphere (which I doubt) it's frozen on the
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51 ground. There's nothing here." He turned and fixed her with an accusatory glare. "If you're jerking me
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52 around..."
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53 Tariya had had quite enough out of him. "Take your sensors," she said, slowly, as if talking to a child, "and focus
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54 them on the north pole. Just like the computer said."
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55 James fiddled with the controls for a minute. then he sat back with an exclamation. "I don't believe it."
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56 Located exactly at the north pole was a dome of air twenty miles across. The sensors showed it was perfectly
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57 breathable and heated to room temperature. What was keeping the air from freezing or escaping was another matter. At
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58 the bottom of the computer screen were the words "I TOLD YOU SO." Tariya's expression said exactly the same
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59 thing.
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60 James hated to be wrong. He hated even more to make a fool of himself. "So something's there. I hope you don't
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61 expect me to apologize."
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62 "The thought never crossed my mind. Like I said, it's a focal point for some very powerful mystic forces. It
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63 doesn't pay to make such things easily accessable."
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64 "Even though it's an open secret."
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65 "Well, it's not really that well known. I was as surprised as you that the computer knew about it. Not that I would
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66 have admitted that, of course."
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67 "Of course. Hmm. This is a used ship. Maybe its previous owner was Merlin."
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68 "Who?"
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69 "Never mind." He adjusted the life scanners. "I can't find anybody down there. Who runs the place?"
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70 "The Crystal Palace is 'run' by whoever's using it at the time. Otherwise, it's unattended. Nobody's there right
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71 now or the scanners would have shown nothing and you would never have believed me. When in use the whole area places
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72 itself outside this universe."
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73 "That's not very comforting." James commented as he programmed in a normal space landing.
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74 Tariya put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "There's nothing to worry about. I can handle it."
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75 "You're sure about that?"
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76 "Trust me."
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77 James mumbled something about famous last words as the ship lowered itself towards the planet's
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78 surface.
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79 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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80
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81 |"|#|"|"|#|"|"|#|"|"|#|"|"|#|"|"|#|"|"|#|"|"|#|"|"|#|"|"|#|"|"|#|"|
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82
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83 ^"^"^"^""^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"
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84 Nice border,but WHOSE?!?
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85 ^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"
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86 ---------------------------------------
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87 Eidolaz, I am here too.
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88 -----------------------------B---------
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89 %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
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90 Several days later, we were stymied.
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91 We had one clear advantage over other pioneers- a working model. That still
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92 didn't mean that all the work was done for us. Our largest problem was that
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93 we had discovered no way to probe the nonexistant interior of the grey IC.
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94 At least, we assumed it was an IC.
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95 "Only one thing I can think of to do," Stan said after a particularly long,
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96 tiring session with the grey thing, "and that's installing it into a Passkey
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97 and observing effects. Entirely too dangerous, of course. You might end up
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98 anywhere at all- nearby star, distant planet, center of a hypermass-"
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99 All of those things were hazards to extradimensional navigation. A standard
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100 traveldoor on Sirius that led to, say, Terra required fifteen billion
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101 calculations per second to keep it pinpointed to the correct destination;
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102 comets, suns, even the rotation of the connected planets had to be taken into
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103 consideration.
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104 "...Well, it's getting late. We'll start again tomorrow, eh?" I nodded, and
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105 Stan let himself out.
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106 Install it into a Passkey...
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107 Slowly I arose. I'll do it. Stan had a family, I rationalized, and couldn't
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108 possibly be called on to take the risk. Yet nothing else could be done. If
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109 I could only collect data, we could have some major insights on how the thinng
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110 worked.
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111 I wrote a long letter to Stan, detailing what I was about to do, and left it
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112 on the workbench where he would find it the next morning. I took th
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113 stabilizer circuit and installed it into my Passkey, triple-checking all
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114 of my work. Next I gathered a standard-issue survival pack, food and water for
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115 two weeks, a repair kit, spare parts, and Stan's vesloc. I transferred credit
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116 to Stan's account to pay for it, and added a PS to my letter.
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117 Finally, all was prepared. I looked about my home and said farewell, then
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118 pressed the contact on the Passkey.
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119 I told the vesloc to record all the spatial phenomena in the immediate vicinity,
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120 then stepped through the shimmering circle of light.
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121 %%%%%%%% rebalsa %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% 10/19/85
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122 -------------------------------------
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123 I'm still here too, talk?
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124 ----------------------------------B--
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125 +++++++++++++++l+++u++++r+++++k++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milch ++++++
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126
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127 :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)
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128 The door to Innisfal opened. It opened slowly (but not at all
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129 dramatically, as there was no breeze) to reveal the wimp trying to
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130 get it opened. Nobody noticed his struggle.
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131 He was a simple man. About 5'9", 127 lbs, with reddish-blond
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132 hair, a red beard, and glasses (you know the kind, with the bottoms
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133 of Coke bottles for lenses). If anyone had looked at him, they would
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134 have seen the streaks of mud left over from tripping over a root to the
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135 "stupid" tree. (He could have sworn that the tree tripped him on
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136 purpose.)
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137 As he was struggling to close the door, he got slammed between it
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138 and the wall as a group of rowdy adventures came stomping in for some
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139 romping good stories and beaucoup barrels of beer. He peeled himself
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140 off of the wall and sat at a table in the middle of the room, all by
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141 himself.
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142 Twenty minutes later, the innkeeper noticed him. A simple glass of
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143 milk was ordered, along with the 'soup du jour'. Once delivered, it was
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144 all consumed quickily (but rather sloppily), and the chin was dabbed
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145 by the old shirtsleeve.
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146 He considered his next move. "Shall I go on to deliver my message
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147 to the council of wizards, or shall I say *#@^&% it and go to sleep?"
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148 He didn't like the fact that he had been chosen to deliver the most
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149 important message that the Council would ever receive. In fact, he
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150 quite resented the delegation, and was reminded of a leper that he read
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151 about that kept finding himself in another world, where his white-gold
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152 wedding band (from his estranged wife) was The Power to end all powers.
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153 "Thomas was stupid for doing all that against his will." He mummbled
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154 some simple anglo-saxon curse, laid his head in the bowl in front of him,
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155 and went to sleep.
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156 :-( :-( :-( :-( :-( :-( :-( :-( :-( :-( :-( :-( :-( :-( :-( :-( :-(argh!
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157
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158 (((*)))(((*)))lurking around(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( Ripple )))
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159 hello
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160 hi
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161 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Deamtoucher*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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162 No one seemed to notice the sausage shaped form of translucent jade ware
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163 it floated a few inches below the top of the scared oaken table. Dreamtoucher
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164 knew of course of its preasence. Without person's aid he might have remained
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165 forever stranded in a parched land.
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166 Snowrunner lay full length but upright on the planked floor, her muzzle
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167 resting on front paws, eyes open, alert, playful. The rabbet twitched
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168 nerviosly, a wary eye cast in her direction. From time to time she would jurk
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169 her head upright, first in one direction, than another, as if to give playful
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170 chaise.
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171 #Stop that!# The ageless elf admonished her. #He is NOT lunch.#
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172 #Not lunch indeed# was Zypher's projected thought.
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173 A smal sound escaped Snowrunner's closed mouth as she slumped her head
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174 lower on her forpaws in mock dejection.
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175 Dreamtoucher seated himself and reached out to touch the rabbit's forehead
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176 . Around them the Inn's good fealings went on, its many fascinating con-
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177 versations, some whispered, some spoken aloud, undisturbed by thair entrance.
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178 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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179 Destroyer and Rebalsa: much enjoyment story lines yours to me are
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180 ^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"
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181 Digit
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182 ^"^"^"^" " "^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"
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183 Krakus looked toward the slow moving ocean, and it seemed almost to bow to him.
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184 He had awlays admired the sea, and figured it was about time it admired him.
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185 A shallow voice came into existance.
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186 "Krakus?", it asked.
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187 Disturbed from his peace, his response was rasped.
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188 "#$%&$% WHAT?!?" he yelled with all his lungs.
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189 It was Rasoi, the captive he had taken, and had gradually taken a nice
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190 liking to, also....
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191 Attractive was her body, with silky skin, and nice figure.
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192 Rasoi looked depressed to this rudeness.
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193 "What's wrong, Krakus?"she asked, still trying to be somber and mellow,
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194 as not to bring about more harsh feelings.
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195 "I- I- I feel dizzy...." And at that, fainted off to the subconscious...
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196 Rasoi went back to the land rover, and fetched two larger creatures...one named
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197 Po and the other, Mia.
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198 The two husky, brown furred Gladinoids dragged him back into the tiny, cramped
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199 space vehicle, and proceeded back to
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200 headquarters...
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201 On the way-----
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202 "-Click- F.L.E.X. headquarters to R.A.T.1. Do you read? -Click-"
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203 "Yes Sir, we do.... loud & clear."
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204 "-Click- Is that YOU, Rasoi? -Click-"
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205 She smiled, and looked toward
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206 the Gladinoids, who stayed expressionless. 'oh well' she thought....
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207 "M-Hmm-- I Mean YES SIR!" she hastily stated...
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208 this break in the silence was the only thing that brought the huge Gladinoids'
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209 attention... They growled.
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210 "-Click- What the H*** are you doing?!? Where's Captain Jacob?!? -Click-" the
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211 voice exclaimed.
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212 "Long story, Commander... I'll tellyou at headquarters...over & out..."
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213 At that, >Click<
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214 ^"^"^" ^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"
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215 Digit
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216 ^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^"^
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217
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218
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219 **************************************
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220 **************************************
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221
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222 Is the sole purpose of this BBS to
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223 exchange works of fiction?
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224
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225 **************************************
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226 *********** StormBringer *************
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227 **************************************
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228
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229 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\mark\\\\\\\\\\\\\er\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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230 Exchanging works of fiction isn't this BBS's sole purpose but it is its
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231 most popular one. We like it that way.
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232 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\andanothermarker\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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233
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234 *********************************
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****
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235
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236 Since I am not particularly interested
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237 in writing works of fiction, perhaps
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238 someone could give some numbers to
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239 other BBSs in the Portland Metro area.
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240
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241 It would be greatly appreciated.
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242
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243 ************ StormBringer **********
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244
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245 TO: STORMBRINGER
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246 SUB: BBS #'S
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247
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248 TRY BITBUCKET @ 254-xxxx
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249 USE THE "I" COMMAND TO GET TO THE
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250 INFO FILES AND THERE YE SHALL FIND
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251 SEVERAL LISTINGS OF BBS's
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252
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253 addendum to above: you can use the info files on the Bucket if you have
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254 been given permission. (It's been a while for me but) I believe that
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255 you have to logon as a "Newuser", fill out the questionaire, and wait
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256 a couple days. While you're waiting, try CBBS/NW at 284-xxxx or
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257 646-xxxx.
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258 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>...!psu-cs!nelsons<><><><><><><><><><>
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259 ****************************************
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260 **************************************** CHEAP SOFTWARE/HARDWARE
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261
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262
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WeLL, I GOT TIRED OF PAYING INFLATED P PRICES FOR ALL MY COMPUTER STUFF, SO
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263
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I DECIDED IT WAS TIME TO SLIP INTO THE
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264
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WORLD OF RETAIL COMPUTER SUPPLY. ANYWAY,IF YOU'RE INTERESTED IN ANYTHING, GIVE
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265
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ME A CALL. OR, IF YOU DON'T SEE SOME-
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266
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THING YOU'RE LOOKING FOR, I CHECK AND
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267
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SEE IF I CAN GET IT FOR YOU. HERE'S SOMEPRICES. HAVE FUN.
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268
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269
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270
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271
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272
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273
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BONUS DISKS SSDD (BOX/11) $13.00
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274
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MAXORIGINAL FLIP-N-FILE (HOLDS 50) $15.00
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281
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303 To: ...!psu-cs!nelsons
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304 From: StormBringer
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305 Subject: thanx
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306 -------
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307
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308 Thanx for the number, I'll give it a
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309 try.
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310
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311 Why are you signing messages with a
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312 USENET pathname. You surely aren't
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313 getting here through USENET...are you?
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314
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315 -------
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316
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317 (((*)))
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318 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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319 Hey, Stormbringer...
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320 It's me, Laurie (162)
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321 Ring a bell?
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322 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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323 =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+
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324 Whoopeee! At the top!!!
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325 Need I say more?
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326 =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+
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327
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328
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329 (Gee, Mikey, in your WELCOME TO BACKWATER message, I think you should
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330 included the Bit Bucket's number saying that if others want a number to
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331 another bulletin board to use the "I" command there.)
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332 Someone let Destroyer on the loose... I am amused at the controversial escapades
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333 of that not-too-distant time.It appears that Destroyer stumbled upon an excel-
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334 lent method of having his works praised... first do something controversial,
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335 have all those nitpickers nit it to death, and then the brave shall rise to the
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336 occassion and give it hearty praise to time immemorial. This is not a comment
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337 as to the quality of work whatsoever, it's just amusing that one has to be put
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338 down to get put up.
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339
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340 Now, lessee, maybe I'll give it a try:
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341
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342
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343 The Captain wiped his blood-stained sword with a determined pull through his
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344 torn pants. At his feet lay two creatures, each with a bloody gash at their
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345 throats. Their slimy green exteriors reddened the dark blood which flowed from
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346 their necks, the stench was becoming almost unbearable.
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347 He wiped his brow, sword still in hand, and then examined the fine Selurian
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348 blade for any damage. Satisfied, he placed the glittering length of steel into
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349 his jewel-encrusted sheath.
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350 He looked back at the glimmering shaft of light in the distance. He had barely
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351 made it a hundred yards before these
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352 two guarians had accosted him. Fortunately, his sword was quick and his feet
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353 nimble; even though the attack was unexpectedly soon, he knew, upon venturing
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354 into this cave, that danger would lurk nearby.
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355 He paused, took in a breath of air, ignoring the increasingly distasteful
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356 smell from the bodies at his feet, and continued on into the tunnel. He knew
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357 that this was a miniscule test of his skill, compared to what lay ahead. But
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358 still, he had promised her ladyship, and would go on until the deed was finished
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359 ... or until he was.
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360
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361 000000000000000 THE BEAR 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
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362
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363 @p@p@p@p
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364 Boy how dare you use a tu nnel for a story! That goes against everything this
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365 BBS stands for!
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366 LurkJohn
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367
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368 Yah! I'll say! No story can start without the INN! Boy, are you some dumb
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369 writer, who doesn't deserve the likes of us magnificently gifted talents!
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370
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371 ppp@p@ppp@p@p@p@p@p@pp@p@p@p@pp@p The Popper-Doodle @@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p
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372
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373 Yah, and with a name like "The Bear", you come waltzing in here like some
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374 great big gallute, thinking you're such tough stuff. Where do you get off
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375 writing such nonsense!!!!
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376
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377 *************************************************** Hartleess *************
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378
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379 && && &&
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380 The cold October air skittered leaves about the feet of the robed traveller
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381 as he pushed open the doors of the Inn. Dark eyes surveyed the room from
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382 beneath a worn and sodden hood.
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383 I've been moving in faster circles lately, the Poet mused, but circles all
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384 the same. Noticing that his favorite table was being used for a pillow by a
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385 rather unpreposessing young man, the Mad One quietly circled in the shadows
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386 at the fringes of the room, scanning for familiar faces. There was a large
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387 gentleman of ursine mein regaling those at nearby tables with a tale of gory
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388 daring-do, and several among his audience seemed somewhaat familiar. That's
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389 the problem with all of this reality-hopping, he thought, eventually everyone
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390 the problem with all of this reality-hopping, he thought, eventually
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391 everyone just looks like someone you think you know...
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392 everyone looks a little familiar...
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393 There was one person in the Inn the Poet was sure he knew, though. Turning
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394 his mind and eyes from the other patrons of the evening, he stepped up to the
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395 bar.
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396 "Innkeeper, I've had a long journey and I'm tired. I'd like you to send
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397 seven ales back to me in the bath. Oh, and if a rather crazed looking
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398 gentleman by the name of Post comes asking about me, I haven't been here in
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399 months."
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400 So saying, the poet laid a large multicolored gem in the Innkeeper's palm
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401 and slid back to the marbled ecstacy of the Bath.
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402 && The Mad Actor &&
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403 To: Pooper Doodle & Heartless.
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404
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405 Who are you two to criticise anothjer writer; who appointed you to the top
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406 of the twit list? If another person wishes to write a story we should have
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407 enough courticy to let them write. If anyone has any say over what we write
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408 that person would be Mike D.
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409 As it is clear to see by the name you choose and what you have written, you
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410 are here for sole purpose of getting attention and being just a pain to
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411 other people who have to sit through your garbage. If it's attention you
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412 want, the best way is to write a story favorable to everyone here.
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413 `,`,`,`to each his own`,`,`,`,`,`,`,` Ma-ku.
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414 /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
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415
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416 K.I.S. Net.
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417
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418 777-xxxx
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419
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420 24hrs.
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421
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422 K.I.S. Net is in great need of some
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423 writters. I know the writters from
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424 TANIS have to be hangin' about some-
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425 where, and I guess this is one of the
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426 most likely places.
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427 There are many calls comming in to
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428 K.I.S. Net, but no one is leaving any
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429 material. They just log on, look around
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430 a bit, and log off. What is needed is
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431 some good story writters.
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432
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433 /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
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434 If the quality of the material is exemplified by the above message, I'm not
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435 surprised there are no stories going. "writters", indeed!
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436 \ a part-time writer /
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437
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438 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.l.u.r.k.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
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439 pppppppppppppplurkin' in the early AM ppppppppppp(yawn)pppppppppppppppppppp
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440 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\justamarker\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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441 (((*)))(((*)))(((lurk... lurk)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( Ripple )))
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442 DOn't worry KIS NEt, I'll help out. for
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443 I am the Phantom WRitter, and I used to
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444 be famous on bacKWater, and now I can be
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445 famos on you're system too. PHANTOM WRIT
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446 TER RETURNS!!!!!!HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!
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447
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448 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++inanotherrush+++++++++++m+++++++++++++++++++++
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449 The cold blue steel of his laser canon reflected the dim light from above.
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450 His prey was almost in range. Don't fire until you see their bloodshot eyes
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451 Hartleeb remembered. Then all at once, there he was. Lumbering along like he
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452 ruled the world, one hand on a jewel encrusted sheath, the other hand busy
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453 while several of its fingers were stuck in the long barrel of a gun. His
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454 lumbering was not aided by the fact that one foot was firmly implanted in
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455 his mouth. The hopping motion made the site almost too funny to blow away,
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456 but blow away he must. Into range, just a few seconds more. Hartleeb's
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457 finger tensed on the hair-trigger of his death device. With a twitch, an amber
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458 field erupted from the mouth of the cave, atomizing everything in its path.
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459 As the smoke cleared, and Hartleeb surveyed the scene before him, a metalic
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460 voice rang out in the valley, from no apparent source.
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461 HARTLEEB ONE, THE BEAR ZERO. THIS CONCLUDES TONIGHT'S ENTERTAINMENT. PLEASE
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462 TUNE IN NEXT WEEK FOR ANOTHER EXCITING EPISODE OF MUTUAL OF OMAHA'S WILD
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463 KINGDOM.
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464
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465 HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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466
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467 (sigh, it looks like twits aren't the only things that are being hunted.)
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468
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469 **************************************
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470 **************************************
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471 Are you really using USENET or is that
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472 just your pathname?
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473 Thanx for the bit buxket's number, I
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474 have applied for membership and am
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475 awaiting my verification.
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476 ***************StormBringer***********
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477 **************************************
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478 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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479 :::::=====:::::=====
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480 "H-hello, Dreamtoucher?"
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481 I wasn't used to this "type of "mind communication.", and it was very
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482 discomfortin
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483 :::::=====(Maikey, delete the above, ok?? I'll start over.
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484 :::::=====:::::=====
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485 "H-hello?"
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486 Such a strange way to communicate! My mind was "speaking" in my own
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487 rabbit tongue, and yet (according to Dreamtoucher) he heard straight English
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488 in HIS mind. I only spoke for a short while when last we met, and I still
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489 haven't really gotten used to it,.
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490 I paused, looking over at Snowrunner, who was eyeing ME as well
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491 in a hungry /playful sort of way. Nerve-wracking.
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492 "So Dreamtoucher.....where have you been since last we met? I eagerly
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493 await you to tell me, for I love the tales you spin of your homeworld, and
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494 your grand forests of old. So speak...er..."think", friend Elven Mystic."
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495 Dreamtoucher touched my forhead, and a tingle ran up my back. I felt
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496 strong magics surrounding both Dreamtoucher, Snowrunner, and some other
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497 presence. I guessed that it was just the last of the "storm" befuddling my
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498 senses, but I could swear that there was someone else sin the air near the pair.
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499 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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500
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501 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
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502
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503 ...As Hartleeb notched his gun with his hardened nail, he mused that there was
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504 nothing that could possible touch him and his gun. Sure, a volley had been
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505 fired... two of his guardians had been killed. But it was he who had the last
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506 laugh.
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507
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508 He dug the mark deeply into the butt of his gun. He cared not that he had nearly
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509 DESTROYED the finish on it. The notches were the important thing. The beauty
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510 of the kill overroad the beauty of the fine craftsmanship which had been so
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511 delicately labored over by now-unknown craftsmen.
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512
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513 He sheathed his weapon and sauntered janutily toward the darkness from whence
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514 he had come, whistling a happy tune.
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515
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516 Without sound or warning, his shrill whistle abrubtly haulted. There was
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517 deafening silence in the darkness of the tunnel for just a moment. Then the
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518 raspy breath of fear searing from his nostrils. The whites of his eyes could be
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519 seen in the darkness.
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520
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521 A stern voice whispered in the back of his ear. He felt the slight push of a
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522 sharpened blade at his back. The strong hand covered his mouth completely.
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523
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524 "Those who use only one sense, often lose all of them."
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525
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526 His clouded mind could not understand.
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527
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528 "Your eyes saw my image, which was transferred to the tunnel through my Epyxian
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529 image projector. It is one of my many defense mechanisms.
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530
|
||
531 You see, I am never quite where I seem to be. When you fire at a target, you
|
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532 best be sure you hit it. And kill for good."
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533
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534 Hartleeb's eyes could only widen further, if that were even possible. No sound
|
||
535 came from his face save his strident breathing. The breath of fear. And death.
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536
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537 And now, you see sir, I shall show you how to KILL, and smell, and touch, and
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538 hear the stink of death. That fancy gun tries to explode the body at a safe
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539 distance. You see, killing is a personal deed. You miss the mark when you work
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540 at a distance."
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541
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542 Hartleeb's eyes widened even further, seemingly creating new openings in his
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543 forehead. The light eminating from his eyes created a warm aura around his head
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544 in the gloomy darkness in the tunnel.
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545
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546 The blade plunged even deeper, reaching for the heart. Hidden inside the
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547 clothing of flesh and blood was a palpitating organ, which objected to the
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548 sharpness that inhibited its movements.
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549
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550 So it stopped. And Hartleeb's body slowly relaxed, and fell in a heap into the
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551 ground.
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552
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553 The Bear withdrew his sword, wiping it carefully on Hartleeb's jacket. No use
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554 to mess up my clothes with HIS blood, he thought. Sheathing the sword, he
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555 clutched the misused gun. Shrugging, and emitting a sound something like the
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556 combination of a growl and a giggle, he crushed it in his hands, and threw it
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557 to the ground.
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558
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559 But the Bear did not laugh. He simply shook his head and smiled sadly.
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560
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561 "One does not laugh at death," he said softly. "And one should never misjudge
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562 the abilities of ones enemies. Pride can be a deadly companion."
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563
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564 He nudged the lifeless body with his well-worn boot, and continued on into the
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565 tunnel....
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566
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567
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568 0000000000000000000000000 THE BEAR 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
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569 He and She
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570 I'm sure that you can imagine
|
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571 It's as simple as can be
|
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572 The place is rather private
|
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573 The players he and she
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574
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575 She whispered "Will it hurt?"
|
||
576 "Of course not" he replied
|
||
577 It's just a simple process
|
||
578 lay back and close your eyes
|
||
579
|
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580 She says "I'm rather frightened"
|
||
581 I've never done it before
|
||
582 He wanted to continue
|
||
583 It won't hurt much more
|
||
584
|
||
585 It's getting rather painful
|
||
586 Tears came to her eyes
|
||
587 It's hurting something awful
|
||
588
|
||
589 Now calm yourself, my darling
|
||
590 This feeling unfolds your sin
|
||
591 Now open lightly, so I can let more in
|
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592
|
||
593 Suddenly with a jump
|
||
594 She gave a little shout
|
||
595 Now it's all over, he pulled it out
|
||
596
|
||
597 Now as you read carefully
|
||
598 A dentist you will find
|
||
599 It's not what you were thinking
|
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600 It's just your dirty mind
|
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601 .....................gw..............
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602
|
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603 A jewel encrusted sheath? My, sounds quite painful... :)
|
||
604 . . Bear: Not actually following much of the ways of Backwater, I can
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605 hardly remember what I associated your name with. Anyways, I have a new
|
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606 association. I like your recent entry. . . .
|
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607 Aha! A new entry on DB!!! what happene
|
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608 d.... we are allowed to enter even tho
|
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609 da now stands!!!!
|
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610
|
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611 AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
|
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612
|
||
613 well, so what do i do with it? This
|
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614 entry will be the most ephemeral of
|
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615 them all, since da will change to
|
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616 db and this will be lost forever!!!
|
||
617 So what do
|
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618 I say wity
|
||
619 this littl
|
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620 e room!
|
||
621 well, it
|
||
622 is the mos
|
||
623 t importan
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624 t thing yo
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||
625 u will eve
|
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626 r hear!
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627
|
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628 you see, t
|
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629 The last line... Tat Tvam Asi
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