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Note: This disk is of note as it is the last one for the old venerable
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Diskwriter. On midnight May 17, 1987 after five plus years of continuous
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operation, the old Diskwriter was turned off and BWMS was put to rest.
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But fear not, this was not the end of Backwater. Rather it was a step
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change in the evolution of the system. Because as BWMS was turned off,
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BWMS-II was turned on to take up the battle for good against evil.
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The story continues...
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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
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2 ************************ INSTALLED: 16 MAY 87 ***********************
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3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator
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4 ************************************************************
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5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION
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6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM.
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7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned
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8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public.
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9 no restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is
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10 privately owned, I retain thepright to remove any and all messages which
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11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be
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12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved)
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13 to leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the
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14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the
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15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace
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16 The line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up.
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17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system.
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18 *************************************************************************
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19
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20 Where there are visible vapors having their prevalence in ignited
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21 carbonated materials there is conflagration.
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22 *****************************************************************
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23
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24 And so another era in bbs history passes on as BWMS moves to that
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25 big bbs community in the sky. May her rest be peaceful and content.
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26
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27 For those of you who are unaware, as of midnight tonight BWMS will
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28 no longer ply the phone lines and modems. The end is indeed at hand.
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29
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30 A wake for BW is in the making for those who wish to pay their respects.
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31 Information on time and place will be posted on various boards when
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32 it has been decided on where and when.
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33 ******************** CISTOP MIKEY 16 May 1987 13:10 ****************
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34 PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSi
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35
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36 Cragmore saw Milchar stir. Finally the mage edged up on one elbow, blinked
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37 his eyes, and looked at the door. Milchar had woken up to many strange sights,
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38 but none quite as bizarre as this. The Inn was in chaos. Cragmore was still
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39 stuck to the door. A glow from the edges of the door seemed to reach out
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40 and illuminate the entire Inn. And the noise. The once low hum now
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41 resonated at a clamorous pitch. Milchar looked around. Some inn-goers
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42 just sat at their tables, staring at the door in disbelief. Others held
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43 hands over their ears, the noise being just too much for them. A few
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44 still sat and talked. Some people just can't hear enough of their own
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45 voice, Milchar thought to himself. Then another voice was heard. A melodic
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46 voice. Bard. He had returned to a nearby table, and withdrawing his
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47 favorite musical instrument from his ever-present pack, began to play
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48 a song of sadness and of new beginning. Milchar listened to the words, and
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49 in his heart, felt the pain of loss.
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50 "You'll feel a lot more than the pain of loss if we don't do something
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51 about this door." Cragmore spoke in a firm voice. "Yes, you forgot for a
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52 moment about my greatest skill... and my most horrible curse."
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53 "Cragmore, you are right. But don't you feel the death knell of the Inn.
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54 Something terrible is going to happen, yet I can't for the life of me figure
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55 out what it is, or what to do about it."
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56 "The first thing you can do is help me get unstuck from this door! Then
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57 maybe between the two of us, we can figure something out. Bard is lost in
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58 his song, as telling as it is. No one else here seems to know what is going
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59 on." Cragmore said in a slightly more agitated voice.
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60 Milchar produced a hand full of 3 by 5 cards from a fold in his robes.
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61 "You realize I lost a great deal of my focusing power when my
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62 staff disappeared."
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63 "Milchar, you are still the most powerful mage I see here today. Now
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64 please, find a spell to get this sticky goup to let go of my hand!"
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65 "Patience my friend. It sometimes takes a while to sort through these
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66 cards. Besides with all this noise and commotion, and the fact that my head
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67 still hurts, I am finding it a bit difficult to concentrate.... Ah here,
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68 maybe this will work."
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69 Milchar pulled one card from the stack and placed it on top.
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70 "What does it do?" Cragmore said, the strain ever-growing in his voice.
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71 "Just a little spell. 'Change Crazy-Glue to Elmer's Glue' I used this
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72 one in a rather emba..."
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73 "Skip the story and get on with it!"
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74 "Ok, Ok." And Milchar went on with a chant in a language that Cragmore
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75 didn't understand, but he recognized it as an ancient language Milchar had
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76 used on occasion.
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77 Slowly, as the cadence of the mage's words increased, Cragmore could
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78 feel the goup give just a little. He pulled as hard as he could.
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79 "I think it is working!"
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80 Milchar looked up for a second. The goup hardened again.
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81 "I'll shut up! Go on... Go on!"
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82 The chant began again. Cragmore pulled on his hand. It moved, a little,
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83 then a little more. Suddenly the stuff gave way and Cragmore stumbled back
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84 with a force equal to that he had applied to the freeing of his hand. With
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85 a thud, he landed in Bard's lap, knocking the song-spinner's instrument to
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86 the floor, and the bench he once sat upon to splinters.
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87 Several people applauded the circus act, as Milchar put away his 3 by 5
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88 cards, and walked over to the pile of his friends.
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89 "Can I help you up?" He grinned. "Such a mess, and you broke a perfectly
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90 good seat too. Tsk Tsk."
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91 "Ohhh..." groaned Bard. "Next time you don't like one of my songs, just
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92 tell me. There is no reason to become violent."
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93 "Thanks for breaking my fall." laughed Cragmore. "And thank you, Milchar,
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94 for getting me loose." He accepted the mage's outstretched hand and got up
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95 on his feet.
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96 "No trouble at all. The spell not only got you free, but I think it cleared
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97 me headache too."
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98 "Ah, you might want to take a look at the door now." one of the other
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99 inn-goers said, pointing to the mysterious portal.
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100 The glow was gone, as was the sticky stuff. A moment more passed, and
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101 the sound subsided too. The light from the lamps illuminated the dusty
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102 air, and for the first time in many moons, the Inn was silent. Completely
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103 silent except for the heavy breathing of Cragmore and Bard, who were still
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104 a little out-of-breath from their tumble.
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105 "What now?" someone asked.
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106 "Is it going to kill us all?" another echoed.
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107 "Quiet!" Cragmore snapped. "Milchar. Bard. Don't you hear what I hear?"
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108 "It's... it's tapping. From the door. Someone is tapping!" Milchar
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109 whispered hoarsely.
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110 Bard stepped towards the door, pack in hand. "It's gotta be the Inn-
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111 keeper. Come on, let's get this thing open."
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112 Cragmore hesitated. "What makes you think we can get it open now when
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113 we couldn't all those times before?"
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114 Bard turned to Cragmore and raised an eyebrow. "What makes *you* think
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115 we can't?"
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116 "Fair enough." said Cragmore with a shrug, and moved towards to door.
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117
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118 PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSi CRAGMORE PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsI
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119
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120 #######################################################################
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121 I had been working continuously at trying to free the door. It was
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122 near time to try again to open it. I rested for a while building my
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123 strength. Finally I felt that I was ready to try again. I reached out
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124 through the glowing ball of light that surrounded the door now and began
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125 working around the edges of the frame. The door was much looser than
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126 ever before. Perhaps this time it would open and allow me to pass.
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127
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128 In the Inn the glowing door began to increase in brightness.
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129 Milchar noticed it first calling out to the others "Look! Something is
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130 happening!"
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131 The others quickly gathered about the door. The efforts began
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132 again. This time Milchar was ready for what had to be done, and Cragmore
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133 was more prepared for the energy flow that would be created. Bard was
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134 still muttering to himself and fumbling with a strange looking box.
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135 "Just a second, I also have this thing adjusted." Voyeur stood watch
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136 this time to prevent any interference that might prevent the effort from
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137 failing again.
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138
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139 The group formed at the door. Cragmore once again placed his hands
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140 on the sticky sucking substance oozing from the frame, needing the
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141 physical contact in order to fully and properly channel the energies
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142 that would be required. Bard attached devices around the doors edge
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143 attaching the connecting wires to his box. Finally Milchar began his
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144 incantations. The pentagram that he had previously drawn around the door
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145 frame began glowing in synchronization with the pulsing glow of the door.
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146
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147 Being more prepared this time and knowing what to do, the 'window'
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148 formed quickly. The Innkeeper's image began to show through the opening
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149 that was created.
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150
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151 "Ah! There you are! I was worried that something might have
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152 happened to you. After that last attempt." I exclaimed after seeing the
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153 window form and the Inn began to show in the image. "Have you figured
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154 out what to do?"
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155
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156 Cragmore responed with a pained voice, "We're going to see if we
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157 can strengthen the window enough to pull you through." "OK, Anything
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158 is worth a try" I responded.
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159 I reached out my hand towards the window. It started to go through,
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160 but the further I pushed the harder it got. I only got as far as my
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161 wrist before I found that I could push no further. Bard put his box
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162 down and grabbed my hand from the other side and began to pull. We got
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163 as far as my elbow before that attempt failed. Moving his foot to gain
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164 better leverage he slipped and lost his grip. Not expecting the sudden
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165 loss of his pull, I lost my leverage I had to pushing through the window
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166 and the forces involved immediately regained the upper hand and sucked
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167 my arm back with a hollow 'pop'.
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168 "Well, I don't think that is going to work." I commented. "Any
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169 other ideas?"
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170 Cragmore recovered quickly from the energy surge that resulted from
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171 my arm being sucked back through the window. "I don't know" he
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172 responded, "The only other thing I know of is to try to open the door
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173 itself dangerous as that might be."
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174 "Well," I said, "as I indicated before, I'm willing to try
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175 anything at this point. I've been working on the door, and it seems to
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176 be a lot looser than last time, maybe we can open it if we all try."
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177 "Well, let's try something!" Milchar fairly screamed, "I can't hold
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178 this blasted window open for ever!"
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179 "OK, OK, We don't really need the window for this anyway. You guys
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180 work on that side and I'll work on this side, and we'll see if we can
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181 get this bloody thing open." As I said that, I began again to try
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182 working the door free of its ridged locked position. The window faded
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183 and then disappeared as Milchar and Cragmore redirected their energies
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184 towards opening the door itself. Bard started adjusting knobs on his box
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185 in an attempt to change the doors resonance to something more suitable
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186 to opening rather than viewing.
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187 We all began pushing and pulling. Strugling and groaning with great
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188 exertions of physical and mental energies. Suddenly the door gave a
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189 little. Not much, hardly even noticable, but enough to give hope, and we
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190 all renewed our efforts to even greater levels. Again the door moved
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191 slightly. The glowing around the door began to increase, and the air
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192 began to get warmer. Small sparks began flying from around the edges of
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193 the door. The other patrons of the Inn shrank back from this display of
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194 fireworks, some of them headed for the door.
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195
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196 On a side table unnoticed lay a colorful bag. A deck of cards lay
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197 scatered about on the table. Left as if their owner had rushed out in a
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198 hurry. One card lay in the center of the table. The card was glowing
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199 slightly. on its face was a doorway, and through that doorway was
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200 nothing, emptyness and chaos all at once. As the door began to give off
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201 sparks, the card also began to throw off sparks. As the door got warm so
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202 did the card. As the door moved, so did the card. Ever so slightly it
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203 was being drawn to the door.
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204
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205 The fireplace which always had a warm fire going in it was
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206 responding to these changes as well. It had long been known that the
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207 hearth contained magics beyond the understanding of even the best of
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208 madges, though others who knew better knew that it was really technical
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209 science that was beyond that of any currently known. But whatever the
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210 source of its powers, it to began to increase in brightness with the
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211 door. The image began to waver, then suddenly with a loud 'foom!'
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212 followed by a cloud of soot the image colapsed in on itself to reveal a
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213 small circle of stones with long dead ashes all laying on a bare earth
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214 floor. As if that signaled the beginning of other failings, the wall of
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215 the Inn where the fireplace had been began to shimmer and become
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216 transparent.
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217
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218 The group around the door was unaware of the current happenings in
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219 the Inn, they were too involved with their ordeal with the door to be
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220 aware of such things.
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221
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222 The door gave a little more... Then more... suddenly without
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223 warning, it flew open tumbling everyone to the floor including me.
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224
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225 Including me! At last I was home! I was back! But my excitment was
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226 short lived. "Quickly! We've got to shut the door before the two
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227 universes merge!" I shouted. But it was already too late, for as I got
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228 up I could see that the door was gone now, in fact the whole doorway was
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229 gone. What was left was a gaping hole of nothing. As I watched, I saw a
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230 card in flames flying through into the nothingness.
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231
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232 As I watched, the walls of the Inn began to fade around me. It's
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233 power source gone, it was collapsing into the fundimental eliments from
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234 which it came. One by one little peices of the Inn disappeared with
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235 little 'pop's as they went. Soon all that was left was a group of people
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236 sitting on logs around a dead campfire in a small clearing.
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237
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238 Was this the Inn? I thought. Is this what it really was, nothing
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239 more than an idea... a story... a dream? The Inn was gone, the foot
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240 bridge was gone, even the Rowan tree was gone, it was just a campsite,
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241 nothing more. No! I thought, this can't be! Surely there was more to the
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242 Inn than just a dream!
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243
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244 Then as I sat down on a log, my arms wrapped around my chest trying
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245 in vain to hold back the coldness I felt. The others around me seemed to
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246 be stuned by all this as well, no one spoke, they only looked about
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247 trying to understand what was happening. "The Inn... what happened?"
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248 Someone said.
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249
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250 After a moment Milchar stood up and said "Look at the trees, they
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251 are disappearing!" He was right, they were disappearing, and not just
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252 the trees, but everything. The log beneath me began to fade, the
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253 stones around the dead campfire, the grass under my feet, and the ground
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254 too. As it disappeared, I felt myself being pulled away from my
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255 companions. They were there and yet they weren't. I reached out to
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256 touch someone on my left, but my hand passed through the image I saw.
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257 Nothing left... darkness... I was alone again, the Inn was gone, the
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258 world was gone, my companions were gone, the universe itself was no
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259 more. And once again I was floating in that nothingness alone.
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260 This time there was no one to save me, they were gone too, there
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261 was nothing left. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a locket. It
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262 was still there, something from that life remained... a small twig of
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263 Rowan held within.
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264 I placed the locket back in my pocket and reached in my other
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265 pocket. For I knew what I had to do now. I reached into my other pocket,
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266 and pulled out a small package that I had carried with me for a long
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267 time. A freind had given it to me. I held it in my left hand and flipped
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268 the lid open with my right. A small red button was exposed. It was time
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269 to perform the final action.
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270 I placed my index finger on the button. "Goodbye." I wispered and
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271 pressed it. An instant later the universe exploded in a fireball that
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272 expanded and expanded... on and on... into the endless reaches.
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273
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274 The cycle starts again.
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275
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276 ################### The Innkeeper ###### 5-16-87 #####################
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277
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278 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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279 "So. The readings were correct after all." said Bard after the Inn
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280 disappeared. The door was an opening to the outside. Outside the Multiverse
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281 that is.
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282 And they had ripped a hole in reality and pulled the hole in after
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283 themselves. Even the clearing faded. Bard clutched his pack and waited for
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284 the process to complete.
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285 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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286 Very Last Day (words: Reginleif the Unruly, music: Very Last Day
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287 by Peter, Paul & Mary)
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288
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289 Oh, the wolves are gonna on the very last day.
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290 When you hear that horn call you to the fray
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291 Oh the wolves will bay at the heavens on the very last day
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292 Oh, you can sing about the wisdom of Odin
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293 And you can talk about the prowess of Thor
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294 When the Gjallarhorn calls they all will fall
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295 They each will rise no more.
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296 Thor fighting, maul in hand.
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297 Seeking 'gainst the Worm to stand
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298 Get ready warriors for that day.
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299
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300 Well, the wolves are gonna bay on the very last day.
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301 When you hear that horn call you to the fray
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302 Oh the wolves will bay at the heavens on the very last day.
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303 Oh, one day soon all men will arm
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304 As to the battle the giants swarm
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305 And Frey bemoans his bartered blade
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306 Forever lost to the Aesir's aid.
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307 Odin fares, the Wolf to meet
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308 To his fate, on Sleipnir fleet
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309 Warriors, fight your best upon that day.
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310
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311 Oh, the wolves are gonna bay on the very last day.
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312 When you hear that horn call you all away
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313 Oh the wolves will bay at the heavens, so the poets say.
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314 Then Loki's bonds will burst in twain
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315 And to the battle the dire ship sails
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316 Yea, Loki steers the hosts of Niflheim
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317 In that ship of dead men's nails
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318 Faring from the hellworld dire
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319 Ice-clad ship bearing sails of fire
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320 The Aesir meet their weird upon that day.
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321
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322 Oh, the wolves are gonna bay on the very last day.
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323 When you hear that horn call you all away
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324 Wolves will eat the sun and moon on the very last day.
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325 And on that dark and dreadful morn
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326 When Heimdall blows that fateful horn
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327 All order then will pass away
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328 With men and Aesir on that day
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329 All that is will then be past
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330 Ragnarok has come at last
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331 You will fight your final fight that day.
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332
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333 Oh, the wolves are gonna bay on the very last day
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334 When you hear that horn call your soul away
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335 That horn will shake the worlds on the very last day.
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336 ~~~~~~~~~~~~
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337 Song finished, he saw that he and his pack where alone in a vast
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338 emptiness. It wasn't black, for black implies light and distance and
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339 neither had any meaning here. If not for his travels through the universes
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340 the sight would have driven Bard mad.
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341 He calmly opened the pack and (for want of a better term) everted
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342 it. Now there was a floor and four walls in the no-place.
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343 He carefully racked all the loose equipment for the last time.
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344 Then he opened a panel and removed an odd cylinder. Its surface
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345 was a *perfect* mirror. Its contents? The Phoenix gem.
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346 He chuckled to himself as he set it in the middle of the floor.
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347 It wasn't a pleasant sound. They had placed the gem in the stasis box
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348 because they hadn't had a way of destroying it. Well, actually because
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349 there wasn't a *safe* way to destroy it. Safety no longer mattered.
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350 He cross-connected a several odd devices and entered a series of
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351 commands. He paused a moment and spoke, "Code Aleph-Tav. Disable all safety
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352 interlocks. Execute program."
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353 Space and time knotted as the full power of the Bards equipment was
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354 exerted to two ends.
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355 Firstly, to concentrate all possible force upon the box.
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356 Secondly, to accelerate the time in that space to the maximum.
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357 Oh yes, the stasis field was dropped *as* the effects started...
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358
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359 Bard had always wondered what kind of universe would be formed
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360 by an implosion. Pity he wouldn't be around to see it.
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361 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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362 ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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363 Well, this is most distressing. (To put it mildly...) I come back after
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364 and extensive vacation of countless worlds, vast amounts of time(s), and
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365 numerous schools to find this...the end of BWMS. Bummer.
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366 ???????????????????????? The Doctor ???????????? May 16, 1987 ?????????
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367 ::::::O O::::::::::05/16/87:::::::::::::::::::::::::22:49:51::::::::::O O::::::
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368 voyeur *sat* there in his own corner of non-existence. Having watched everyone
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369 and everything around him disappear, he realized that this might truly be the
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370 end. Pondering his possibilities, he realized he had very few. Then he
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371 remembered the deck of cards buried in the bottom of his pack. Visualizing his
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372 pack, he rummaged in it until he found what he was looking for - his Trumps.
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373 Thumbing through them, he was disconcerted to discover that each and every one
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374 of them was blank! But Amber was the center of the universe! If *it* no longer
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375 existed, he was definitely in trouble. There was one way to tell. Concentrtin
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376 on one of the blank card, he visualized the Primal Pattern. The image wavered
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377 drastically, but he finally felt it was concrete enough. Stepping through, he
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378 found himself - in nothingness.
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379 It was true. Amber was gone, Chaos ruled. "Oh Hell," he said. Suddenly he
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380 was surrounded by intolerable heat and the smell of brimstone. "SHIT!" He
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381 was embedded to his waist in warm, odorous excrement.
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382 "Well, that's *IT*, I guess. Hydrogen bomb!"
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383 ::::::O O:::::::::::::::::::::::voyeur:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::O O::::::
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384 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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385 All things faded around me, dimmed by an increasing light shed by my palm,
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386 shed by the strange symbol which lay within it. I lay alone upon nothing,
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387 drifting in nothing, sensing nothing but the light which grew ever brighter
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388 as I watched.
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389 A sensation I had experienced only once before assaulted me. I was cut off!
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390 My senses withdrew into the shell of my body, as they had once before when
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391 I had been in a stasis field aboard Bard's craft, so many ages ago.
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392 Only now did I feel blind, even though I had been unable to see for many
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393 moments already. Or had it been milennia?
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394 Decades before, I had come to terms with the fear of death, of the final
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395 sleep. I was an archmage in the realm of Travelcraft and Saycraft, yet into
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396 this place I could not travel to and return. I was extremely long-lived,
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397 having celebrated my 247th birthday last Sunreturn, and could have lasted
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398 at least a century more. I am not of typical human stock, as many have
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399 guessed. Long ago, I discovered I was of Amberite blood on my father's side.
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400 My mother- best not to speak of her. She is fearsome indeed. Much of my
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401 talent is due to her blood in my veins.
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402 My 3x5 cards spin about me, burning bright silver circles into nothingness
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403 around my robe. They are all I sense. Then dark.
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404 I hear my mother calling.
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405 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar +++ 5/17/1987 at 12:00 midnight +++++
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The end...or is it?
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