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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 18 MAR 85 *********************
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3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator
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4 ************************************************************
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5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION
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6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM.
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7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned
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8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public.
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9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is
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10 privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which
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11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be
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12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved)
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13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the
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14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the
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15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace
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16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up.
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17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system.
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18 ************************************************************
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19
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20 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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21 Now who do you suppose is at the top??
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22 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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23 ARENT THERE ANY OTHER MESSAGES ON THIS BBS?
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24 I need to know of other BBS's in the Ptlnd.area as I am visiting
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25 until 3/18 . anyone help?? Ph # 234-xxxx anytime
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26 {*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}!!!isis!!!{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}
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27 Will someone please tell me if I'm stealing anyone's border?
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28 I've been searching for something more suitable than my previous
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29 attempt. I've finally been able to sit down on my editor and play.
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30 Hopefully I can upload all future episodes of Arthur so you won't have to
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31 slog through what comes off the top of my head, or typos, either.
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32 Isis
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33 {*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}!!!isis!!!{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}
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34
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35 Excuse me... A small break in the flow of the prepared text. Why am I
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36 having problems uploading to this system?
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37 MIG - It is not the delay at end of line. I just tried 9 ( count them,
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38 nine WHOLE ) seconds as a delay, when that did not work I set it up so I
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39 was manually promting each new line by hand. It does not seem to be at
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40 the end of lines where the problem is coming in.
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41 ALL - I beg your pardon and cooperation on this small space wasting
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42 discussion which is about to get me killed.
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43 - Toby
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44 {*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}!!!isis!!!{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}
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In his previous time, Arthur had been a warrior king. Though he
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had not been able to count far enough to know his age, he knew those
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years had been pleasant. He had led the Bretons to victory over their
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invading oppressors, and under the tutelage of Merlin created a
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societal structure that would live for centuries. The mortals he had
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led, in turn, had preserved his name in legend and embellished his
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story as they passed it down, one age to the next. Not even he could
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remember the extent of his exploits; the specifics were gone, but the
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feelings remained.
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Arthur had grown up an illegitimate child of a king and was raised
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by a wet-nurse as her own. He was always well provided for. His
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stepfather and brothers had always fought in the great tourneys, and
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they passed this skill on to him. Looking at the disjointed tribes
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that came forward to tourney, Arthur had somehow formed the idea that
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if these noble men could be united, they could outdo the invading
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Romans and send them out of Britain forever. The problem lay in that
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there was no leader the tribes would follow; only a master of the
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tourneys they affectionately called "king". If Uther called any save
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64 tourneys they affectionately called "king". If Uther called any save
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his own tribe to arms, some would follow, but the rest would take arms
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against him. The resulting battle would advance the cause of the
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Romans, not the Bretons. In the past, the tribes had banded together
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only long enough to quell any Roman advance, then celebrate with a
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feast of gluttony and debauchery. It was during these feasts that the
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alliance was broken; a merrymaker killed in a squabble or someone's
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wife raped would send the tribes back to their own territories. Uther
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Pendragon had, at one time or another, raped more than half of the
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wives of tribal leaders. But he held his title as long as no man
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defeated him in battle, and this was honored, but tourneys were held
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frequently in hopes that someone would end Uther's reign.
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Tourneys were held at the site of the sword in the stone. It was
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held that he who drew the sword from the stone would be the true
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le!der of all the tribes, but the sword had been so long reposing
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there that many did not believe it could be removed. Arthur had spent
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hours studying the sword and the stone, and watched the strongest of
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men fail in the effort to free the sword. He himself had tried
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several times to pull the sword out, twisting and tugging and even
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attempting to lever it out with his brother's spear. His brother was
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a long time forgiving him for that antic, and Arthur spent three days
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making him a new shaft.
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On one of the occasions Arthur sat in the sun watching the stone,
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he began to remember the times he had lain in the sun at the quarry
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with Tom, the tinkerer's son. He only saw Tom when the tinkerer came
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to town and when Tom came, they went to many wonderful places. The
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old quarry was one of their favorites, for they could bathe in the
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pool of water in the man-hollowed rock, then sun themselves dry while
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watching the stonecutters. The cutters would break large sections of
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rock from the bed merely by applying a chisel and striking it with a
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hammer. As he envisioned the large pieces of rock breaking, he
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started as an idea gripped his mind. Why not? He raced back to the
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tent and grabbed the hammer used to pound dents out of armor. Hiding
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the hammer under his shirt (wincing at the cold), he crept out to the
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clearing where the stone rested. Waiting at the edge of the clearing
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until everyone had gone to the feast, he approached the stone. He
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took off his shirt and wrapped the pommel of the sword so as not to
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mar it. He swung back and brought the hammer home. The old stone let
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out an arthritic wail, as though someone was forcing an old hinge.
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With a loud pop, the stone split in two, and Arthur leapt back to keep
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his toes from being crushed by the falling pieces. When the old rock
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was again at rest, he rushed forward and picked up the heavy sword.
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As he unwrapped the shirt he began to think. Had he done a terrible
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wrong? He could not fix the stone, just as he and Tom could not fix
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his brother's spear. Nor could he thrust the sword into another
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stone, this he was sure of. How could the ultimate ruler of the
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Bretons be found without the test of the sword? He stared at the
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sword in disbelief, not noticing the approach of a wizened old man in
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a deep cobalt robe.
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{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}!!!isis!!!{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}
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Okay, okay. So you know who I am even without the marker. Toby has
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115 blown my cover. Heavy sigh. Hello MIG, wherever you are. Isis.
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116 Once agan back into the saddle... We seem to be getting it beat.
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117 I took the delay off the end of line and put one between characters.
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118 Thanks for all the help. - Toby
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119 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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120 Shepherd:
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121 Ague got you? Perhaps you have the dreaded goat fever...
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122 Val
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123 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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124
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125 -------- PLAGIARISM AT ITS BEST!!! WHAT ELSE CAN YOU ASK FOR /? ------
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127 *********************************************************************
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128 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (warning not needed, it was far too late)
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129 As I followed Awullsu from the wooded grove we soon found ourselves to
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130 be joined by another. We stopped for a moment as was the custom to introduce
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131 all men on first meetings, I turned to meet the our newcomer.
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132 "Wipunxit, ho! Ha Nagatamen... a nutiket," she said for me.
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133 He seemed puzzled for the slightest moment, then recognition was in his eyes.
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134 "Nagatamen? Ho! I am Wipunxit, friend to Meteu. Welcome back to the
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135 village of mankind." The words were dificult for him in my tounge, but he
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136 spoke them well. I was impressed.
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137 "And I am... the Guardian," I stammered as I gave him my outstreched hand
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138 as a sign of mutual trust. We joined hands at the wrist and shook in peace.
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139 As our hands released, he went back to the task of leading us into the camp to
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140 meet the one that was in want to see me, the medicine man, Meteu.
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141 Although young for the responsibilty required of him as medicine man for
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142 all his people, Meteu did not fail in keeping the spirit of mankind in good
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143 repair. It was his job, as well as their leader's, to make sure that there
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144 would be no resentment held between members of the village. Some times made
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145 for ill rest as Meteu and the elders would seek a remedy for these harsh
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146 feelings. Not an easy job, mending and patching the morale of so many. Why
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147 was it so hard for us white men to understand that a medicine man for these
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148 people needed to be more than a dealer of herbs and roots? The contrast of
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149 the two seperate civilizations could almost be likened to dusk and dawn.
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150 As we entered the village, Wipunxit was accosted by another and was
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151 informed that Meteu and Sakima Had both left to speak with the elders of yet
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152 another village. These words were passed on to me by Awullsu as she spoke in
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153 quiet, respectful words over the back of my shoulder. So mach is there in this
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154 language that I still must learn!
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155 --=--==--===--====--=====--======--=======--========--=========--==========
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156 Hi All, - Friar Tuck -
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157 ============--=========--========--=======--======--=====--====--===--==--=--
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158
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159 (-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)
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160 Hmm, just wanted to say hi to whoever might read this.
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161
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162 "HI!"
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163 (-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(Mark F.)_(-)_(-)_(-)_(-)
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164
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165 ^^^^^ Next time I would appreciate it if I wouldn't get cut off so that
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166 ^^^^^ others could just leave notes. Okay. Friar Forsythe? --->G
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167
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168 <CONT> So much is there in this language that I stil must learn!
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169 Once Wipunxit's conversation was at an end, he turned to inform me of what
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170 I had already been told. To be polite I acted as if he were the one that was
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171 telling me this for the first time, he obviously did not overhear Awullsu.
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172 One thing he did tell me that Awullsu did not was that there were some
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173 other strangers seen near the village and asked if I would accompany him in
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174 seeing who they might be. It was a compliment that he assumed I knew who all
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175 of the local innhabitants were, I did not but I was finding out more and more
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176 with each passing day- things I did not want to know butkept to myself anyway.
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177 ^^^^^^^^^^ Next: The Uniting and The Accident
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178 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->Nagatamen
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179 THOR: Be advised that I will soon be venturing back towards the Inn. I would
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180 be honored if I would find a familiar face at my table when next I enter
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181 that nobel institution. Innkeeper, an ale for me and whatever it is
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182 that eternals drink for this fellow. Until then, Ciao...
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183 Isis: Refreshing, it is, to hear the tale from another point of view!
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184 Please, do continue... And prehaps I shall meet you at the Logres?
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185 Leonard: What's up with the friendly little game of 'Circle of Death'?
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186 Still trying to compile the docs prior to execution? I'm waiting...
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187 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->the Guardian 78:02 & 03
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188
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189 STOP MAKING MISTAKES IN ENGLISH
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190 I have helped thousands of men and women to become
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191 effective speakers, writers, and conversationalists.
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192 with the C.I. METHOD you can stop making mistakes in
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193 English, build up your vocabulary, speed up your
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194 reading, develop writing skill, learn the "secrets"
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195 of conversation. Takes only 15 minutes a day at home.
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196 Costs little, 32-page booklet mailed FREE. Write
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197 TODAY! Don Bolander
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198 Career Institute
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199 1500 Cardinal Drive
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200 Little Falls, N.J. 07424.
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201 Now is the time to test this inferior bulliten board.
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202
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203 ;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;;
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204 QUESTION: HOW MANY LEADERS OF WATER MUST BE ADDED TO 5L OF A 24% DEXTROSE SOLUTION TO PRODUCE A 16%
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205 SOLUTION????
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207 I NEED AN ANSWER BEFOR 12:00PM MARCH 19 PLEASE
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209 STUDENT
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211 ;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;@;
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212 ................................................................................
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213 isis: rather good.
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214 guardian: you say you're showing Fantasia...perhaps I'll
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215 drag the significant other out to the movies and
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216 seek you out?
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217 ..........................................Entropy.................................................
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218 (-)_(-)
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219 Guardian: No, we didn't cut you off. You are blaming us for calling and
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220 saying hi to people. Blaming us for using a system that was
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221 put up for people, all people. Or you are blaming us for entering
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222 a message in 'your space'... We made a single call, waited for
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223 the carrier and we were in. We didn't have the operator cut you
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224 off. What are you trying to say; that you are better and deserve
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225 more space and special treatment?
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226 (-)_(-)
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227 |:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|
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228 All:Has this been, or is this currently, used as a header?
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229 Tanya:My name means "Without feature, left alone.".
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230 Val:Hmmm. I have only entered messages on this board under this name.However
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231 ,maybe we know eachother from somewherelse......
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232 Shepherd: The Questions you ask can only be answered in the same state which
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233 thay were conceived.
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234 Toby and Mig:So thats it ! I was also haveing problems my self sending text
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235 to this system.A pause in between each character you say...
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236 Val again:Still Familiar?
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237 Tsilb
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238 |:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|;
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239 "ENTER ONLY - CHANGE NOT ALLOWED".Sniff, sniff.
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240 |:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|
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241 ONONONONONONNONONONONNONONONONONN
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242 "I THINK THEREFORE I AM , I DONT KNOW IF YOU THINK THEREFORE I DONT KNOW IF YOU EXIST"
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243
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244 J.K.
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245 NONONNONONONONONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNON
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246
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247 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (sorry about that guys, honest!)
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248 I hadn't meant to imply evil doings, it was just a freak timing accident that
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249 allowed you in right after I had lost control of my terminal due to what must
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250 have been random line noise.. My apologies...
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251 Entropy: If you get this. I should be having my hands FULL this weekend.
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252 I'll be the only one 'upstairs' from all of Friday night thorugh Monday
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253 night. O.D. on hours, but no O.T. It's the pits being 'upstairs' sometimes.
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254 If you read what I had to say on Tanis, I usually look for people on the
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255 (make that 'from the') ledge of the booth at anytime from a few minutes
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256 before the show starts and after the movie has completed- as in the inter-
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257 mission music (trash) is turned up. It looks kind of weird to see someone
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258 standing up on the ledge, but don't be suprised... I'm just making sure that
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259 the twits aren't throwing their food at each other...
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260 Imagine: "STOP THAT!" blaring out of the sound system. I get so tempted...
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261 (SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM!!!)
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262 PaPa is sreaming at me right now to get off the system. I can take a hint.
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263 Or can I???
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264 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->'out the door you go' Guardian...
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265
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266 ==========================================================================
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267 A solitary figure stalks the dark streets of the city. He avoids the
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268 streetlights, hugging to the corners of buildings and bushes that
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269 offer cover. The plaza he seeks is now in sight. A high-rise building of
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270 modern construction, it looms above him like a silent guardian. It houses
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271 the man's prey; the one he searches for.
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272
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273 The instructions from his employers are perfect. He traverses security
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274 device after security device with little trouble. Infrared sensors, sound
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275 activated alarms, movement sensors, laser-light door guards, all fall before
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276 his expert tools, and his prior knowledge of the layout. Never before
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277 had he had such a complete casing of a location. He knows exactly where
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278 everything is, how it works, and how to disable it. A person with lesser
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279 skills would have been cut to ribbons long ago. His prey is certainly
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280 well protected.
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282 The strange elevator is the last hurdle to overcome. Up or down? Which
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283 way is he moving? It doesn't matter, for the doors soon open, and he is
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284 moments away from his destination. The outer office is dark, but he sees the
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285 thin line of light that marks the door he must open. Behind that door, a
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286 man is sitting, working late. His diligence may prove his downfall. The
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287 man readies himself, and his weapon, the last, but most productive tool of
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288 his trade. He approaches the door, and slowly, silently, his hand grips the
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289 door, and he turns the handle.
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291 The man has his back turned. He is facing a terminal behind his desk.
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292 The glow of the phosphor screen light up the area around him like some
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293 perverse camp fire. The light comes and goes as the screen fills and clears.
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294 The man behind the desk is so engrossed with what he sees on the screen, he
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295 doesn't sense the new presence in the room. The intruder announces himself
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296 with the click of his silencer making its last twist into place. The man
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297 whirls, and greets his unwelcome guest.
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298
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299 "What can I do for you?", the sitting man says.
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300
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301 "You can't do anything for me. But I have come to do something to you.
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302 You are going on a little trip. You are about to meet your maker." The man
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303 with the gun is grime and determined in his speech. "Welcome to Hell, Ian!"
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304 His finger tightens on the trigger...
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305 ==========================================================================
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306 ch /grime/grim/ (damn!)
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307
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308 *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
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309 to student:
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310 to obtain a 16% solution from a 5liter solution of 24%, you must add 2.5L of water.
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311 hope i've been of some help to a fellow student.
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312 RONIN
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313 *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
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314 P.S.- If anyone has any questions I can answer, and I run asrossxxxxxxacross it in time, I'll be
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315 glad to do it.
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316 RONIN
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317 *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
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318 ^^^^^^^^^99999999999191199919991111
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319 THANKS RONIN
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321 STUDENT
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322 BBZBXBSDBBSBBSBBSBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
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323 ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?/MiG/? ? ? ? ? ? ?
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326 Toby:Hum, I thought I already made that suggestion at NERD-O-PAD. Oh well,
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328 Isis:I knew from the first mention of king arther. Not to mention that BIG
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329 hint I got from the 4 way conference call, not too long ago.
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330 Lxix:Can we have the real authers name please? I saw that on USENET,quoted
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331 from infoworld.
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332 Juggler:I may not call tonight, I just finished augmenting an IBM PC-AT
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333 and wish nothing more then a bowl of fruit-ludes, a beer and some sleep.
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334 Then again, there is always another pot of coffee, and maybe just another
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335 meg faster, O.K., maybe you will get a call tonight.
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336 ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?/MiG/? ? ? ? ? ? ?
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337 Ah, at last, THOR could see a chair vacant in a corner. He walked quickly
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338 to it and sat his extra large frame down and sighed a breath of relief. It
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339 had been a long time coming and THOR had been standing on the wayside hopin
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340 g for a chair to materialize. Forced to stand and so unable to even scratch
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341 a message to the INN KEEPER, THOR had to wait his turn and did so impatiently.
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342 So much was taking place at the INN and THOR had certainly missed most. But
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343 what he did see sufficed him and made him feel the wait had been worth the
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344 effort. THOR motioned to the INN keeper for a pewter mug of ale and as he
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345 did he noticed that one called the GUARDIAN was still at the INN. The INN
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346 keeper caught THOR's prompt and before leaving for the bar saw that THOR
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347 also ordering for the GUARDIAN who was hard at work with paper and pen.
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348 THOR did not see many that he knew but it did not matter for the INN keeper
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349 was always a good judge of character and allowed only those who were reputable
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350 and honest to enter and to drink at the INN. There were a couple of patrons who had shown a long
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351 winded trait in their discussions and stories but they had been interesting
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352 and somewhat original. THOR was happy just to have his much awaited chair and
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353 was forlorn only that he did not see a patron who he enjoyed most. Too bad,
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354 thought THOR to himself, perhaps I did not get here early enough. Well I will rest and hope that the
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355 morrow brings me better luck and maybe even a glimpse of kathyd will be
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356 fulfilling.
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357 THORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHOR
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359 RYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRY
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360 As the figure before him crumpled to the floor, the intruder
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361 stared. Wiring and some sort of tubing showed in the bullet wound. He
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362 sprang for the door as a voice rang out.
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363 "Intruder Alert!"
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364 RYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRYRY
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366 KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA
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367 Know that It will Not be sufficient. Come now..
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368 KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA
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371 It didnot take long to recover from the transition back to the "center".
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372 I walked slowly along the walls, deciding which door would be next. What
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373 was i searching for? What was my desire? "DEIRE", yes that was to be it.
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374 I scrambled back to the machine to get my escape, which i quickly dropped
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375 into my pants pocket. As i touched "DESIRE'S" door, it burst open at the
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376 lightest tap, and i entered. I was in a vast desert, with the wind whipping
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377 about and sand everywhere, and when i say everywhere i mean everywhere.
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378 I was driving a Hagen Daas truck and I wanted very badly to sample the cool
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379 wet goods that had been intrusted to me. But time was short, i could only
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380 drive, with no time to stop. The hours drug on, the sand, the wind, the
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381 ice cream. My mind was in a frezy, i couldn't stand it another moment, I\
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382 quickly braked and brought the truck to a halt. I jumped out into the
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383 sandstorm groping my way along the side of the truck, i had reached the\
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384 back, the handle to the door was in my hand, I pulled back on the handle
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385 and felt the rush of cold air hit my wrist and arm. I had gone mad, my
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386 trembling hand reached for the cool container, just as my fingers touched
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387 the sweaty cylinder a voice was hear. A voice? hey this is my "DESIRE".
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388 I turned to see a turban topped man, with a very big menacing knife.
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389 "How much " the man inquires?
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390 My jaw drops to my knees as i ask what variety he is interrested in.
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391 He ordered a double scoop choclate choclate chip cone, pays me and
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392 makes like a banana and splits. I glance down at my TIMEX to see that
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393 it has stopped. "DESIRE" again grows within me, but i am able to
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394 contain myself and get back in the cab of the truck. before i start
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395 the engine, i pause.. I know now of "DESIRE" that i am weak, Ive decided
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396 that I prefer the rain and pull escape out of my pocket.
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397 *******************cornyehh?*******kathyd*************************************
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398 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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399 As the pegasus negotiated the cloud valley, the illusion slowly became weaker
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400 as the cloud valley floor thinned, allowing brief glimpses of the moonlit
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401 earth far below. Moved by a peverse whim, the piper brought the wind-cooled
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402 blowpipe of his pipes to his lips, and settling the pipes more firmly under
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403 his arm inflated them.
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404 Now the piper was not a particularly wise man; if, by wise, you mean one who
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405 takes due regard for the consequence of his actions. (blast! enter only!) He
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406 had a distressing tendency to act on impulse, to leap wild improbabilities and
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407 vault to nearly untenable conclusions. As his fingers danced over the chanter,
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408 the weird whining music of the pipes seemed to grasp the thinning cloud valley
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409 and thicken and curdle the very air. First, the patchy nature of the valley
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410 floor was repaired, the air thickening and adding detail to the scene. Next,
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411 the broad reaches of the encroaching foothills took on definition and character.
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412 Far beyond, the ramparts of the enclosing mountain ranges humped themselves
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413 up to pierce the encircling sky.
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414 As the piper's tune wound on, an outside observer would have been hard pressed
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415 to determine whether the landscape about him took on definition, or whether the
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416 piper's outline took on some of the ghostly insubstantiality of the encircling
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417 clouds. Indeed, there is, perhaps, little to choose between them. For what
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418 we call "solid" matter is perhaps better described as a slightly impure vacuum.
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419 These transformations are much less amazing if we remember that it is merely
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420 slight rearrangement of probability clouds in a limited area.
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421 As the densities of probabilities waxed and waned in proximity to the piper,
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422 the illusion of galloping along a country road grew stronger. Fingers and
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423 tendrils of mist took on more and more the character of trees and bushes.
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424 Faintly, but distinctly, the sound of the pegasus' hooves could be heard beating
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425 time to the piper's song from the ghostly pavement, beating an accompnement to
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426 his wailing song. No longer did the pegasus' wings cut noislessly through the
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427 concentrations of mist, now the rustle of disturbed leaves reached her ears,
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428 and woke her rider to the realization that somehow they had arrived --
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429 somewhere under a silver-fire moon.
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430 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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431 ?????????????????????????????????????????????
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432 Inferior? Slow, yes. But never inferior!
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433 ?????????????????????????????????????????????
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434 **************************************************************************
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435 Many of you may have tryed to get on to BWMS Monday night, and Tuesday
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436 morning, and only encountered a busy signal that even an autodialer
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437 coudn't get thru. No, BW didn't become massively popular all of the
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438 sudden (at least no more so then normal). It seems we have been having
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439 just a bit of trouble with the phone system. Causing the busy signal,
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440 and dropping people off when they did get thru. It seems to have stablized
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441 out a bit, so maybe they've got the problem taken care of. I hope so.
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442 ************************ CISTOP MIKEY ************************************
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443 I ASSUMED THAT GUARDIAN IS A CO-OWNER THEN.
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444
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445 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ("I am *NOT* !!!")
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446 I admit that I do show some arogance when my writing is concerned, but I have
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447 not as of yet had met with THE owner and operator of this system, known to you
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448 as CISTOP MIKEY. I also admit that the usage of more than one "name" here may
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449 be an act of selishness, I'll have to try and tone down my (over)use here.
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450
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451 Toning down mat eventually mean that I might have to force myself away from the
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452 Inn- something I shall never look forward to. Prehaps what I'm looking for
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453 from my writing is a little pat on the back or an "I wish I thought of that.."
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454 It may seem obvious to some that my words are too much controled by my emotion.
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455 Maybe I should apply myself in other directions, other fields that this
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456 "fiction trash", as a less informed friend puts it.
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457
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458 Don't think that *I* consider this a waste of time, I find it very, very
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459 intersesting to see just what is on other people's minds. Too simple, eh?
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460
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461 Well, here I go again. I let myself get carried away. I should have just let
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462 it slide right on by, ignore it. On to business...
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463
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464 Piper: A fine cheer to you. Words that paint such a montage could not have
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465 come from anyone finer...
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466 MiG: I was right, the intended didn't read it. Yet.
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467 I don't know...
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468 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->the guardian 79:03
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469
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470 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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471 I am an actor on the stage. There are many actors in the audiance. Their
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472 reactions to me often hurt my feelings. I pause in my solioquy. I want to
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473 cry. But, no, I am an actor. I muct hide my feelings. I must follow my script.
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474 I resume my speech, acting in character.
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475 I am wearing a costume. It is my protective armor. But, even so, the blades
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476 that hit the armor hurt me. Although they cut no wound, they leave bruises.
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477 I have made myself an actor. But, that was only a reaction to the people of
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478 the theatre. I can not leave the theatre, many times I wish to. But, I can not.
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479 For, I am human, dependent on humans. I act.
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480 It is an unpleasant thought, the pain I would receive from the audiance if
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481 I were to step out of character, removing my costume. But, even more unpleasant
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482 is when I am not on stage, I am in the audiance. -Tanya
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483 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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484 At last the daimyo's fortress stood before him, dark against the night sky. The moon shone brightly
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485 behind it. Carefully he proceeded forward, alert for any sound, sight, or sign that would
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486 betray the presence of a watchful gaurd. Arriving at last at the base of the outer wall, ha began
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487 to remove the rope from his pack. Suddenly he froze, intennt on listening. The sound
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488 of several feet approaching came from the top of the wall, on the right. Quickly, he pressed into
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489 the shadows of the wall, willing his breathing to become slow and shallow - an art that had
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490 been practiced in his family for generations. The footsteps continued, and then stopped
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491 as they came directly over his hiding place. Willing his
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492 breathing to stop, he closed his eyes and focused his senses on the patrol on the wall.
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493 There were five - no, six of them, and there were no signs that they suspected an intruder as yet.
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494 Silently he waited: twenty...twenty-five...thirty heartbeats.
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495 Thirty-seven, and the footsteps began again, fading away to his left. Working quickly, he
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496 pulled the rope from
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497 his pack and laid the coils on the ground. Scanning carefully for observers one more time, he ob-
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498 tained a good hold on the grappling hook and threw it over the wall. Pulling the rope till the hook
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499 was secure, he began his ascent of the wall, and reached the top a few seconds later, with no further
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500 interuptions from any guards. Quickly he released the hook,lowering the rope to the ground with
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501 a black thread, which he deftly secured in a crack in the stone wall, and dropped on the inside of
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502 the wall. He was now is the shadows of the inner courtyard.
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503
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504 RONIN
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505 *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
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506 Please advise on the quality of this writing. It is my first.
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507 *^*^RONIN*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
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508 hello i'm new so help me out is this all this program does????????
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509 jeff
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512 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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513 "Innkeeper, Scotch Whiskey and Water, If
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514 you please!"
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515 I could tell from the Innkeeper's suspicious glances at me that he didn't
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516 quite know what to make of this newcomer to the Inn.
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517 "I see by the other folks in the room, that this is the haunt of learned
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518 folk, is that correct, Sir?", I queried cautiously. The Innkeeper only
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519 responded with a non-committal: "One can see many types of personalities if one
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520 has the eyes with which to see."
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521 With that the Innkeeper gave me the Scotch, I payed him, and took my bags
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522 and drink to a table next to the hearth.
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523 Seated at this table was a man dressed in grey robes. He was leaning back in hi
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524 s chair, propped against the warm stones of the fireplace. I couldn't make out
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525 his face, but I could see his eyes, like shining black coals. They brought a
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526 chill to my bones. "Howdy-do, Sir!", I greeted with all of the aplomb I could
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527 muster and offered my hand. The robed one remained still and offered no answer
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528 to my greeting, but the black coals grew more intense. "You talk alot, don't yo
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529 u?", I continued, somewhat ill advisedly. But only silence did I recieve from
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530 this denizen of the Inn. I smiled weakly, waved my hand to him in farewell, and
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531 sought another table. Unfortunately, there was no otherr table to be had, s I
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532 went back to the bar and sat at it, with
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533 the Innkeeper for company.
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534 The Innkeeper said, "He won't talk to anyone he doesn't know, stranger.
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535 What did you say your name was?" "I didn't say what my name was, but 'tis not
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536 a secret: Smith, John Smith", I replied, knowing that I was in for another
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537 ribbing. But the Innkeeper continued, "What brings you to the Inn, Mr. Smith?"
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538 It was always hard to explain my "ocupation" but somehow, I felt very uneasy
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539 about letting on about myself in this place. The walls seemed to have ears.
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540 "I'm in sales", I lied. The Innkeeper's eyes lit up for an instant, and then hi
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541 s eyes narrowed. "What kind of sales?" "Precious goods, the stuff of dreams.",
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542 I hoped in vain that my story would turn him off the track I knew he would
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543 persue. How could I have been so foolish? But, in my business, mistakes are pa
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544 rt of the game.
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545 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Mr. Smith \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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546 (^)(^)(^)(^)(^)
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547 VAL:
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548 Sorry I've been using your border. I will not do so in the future.
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549 RONIN
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550 (^)(^)(^)(^)(^)
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551 :=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:
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552 Well, I am trying to get a list of all of the names that are on this
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553 system. All the people who call in and leave mail under a name like Piper,
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554 Kathyd or MiG. So far it is up to 18, and I know that I have a little ways
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555 to go. This isn't for any special purpose, maybe just something to do.
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556 It would be neat to get a hold of some archives and see the people that once
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557 called and were patrons of the Inn. I just wonder how many people call,
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558 leave some mail or a story then leave compared to the people who call, read
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559 the new messages then leave never saying a word. Interesting? Maybe...
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560 :=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:^Mark F.^:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:+7:54+:=:=:=:=:=:
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561
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562 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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563 Ronin: Our borders are not exactly alike. Besides, I'm not the type to
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564 get excited if someone uses my border. I don't own it. Feel free. I liked
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565 the beginning of your story. Please continue.
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567 Tsilb: I doubt you would inhabit my reality. It's probably better you
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568 don't. As for your style, whether or not I've seen it before, it's good.
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569 How about some more?
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570 Val
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571 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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574 ALL:The following is i test of an upload programe.So was the above(above~~~
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575 above val.) Please try to bear with me during this~~~~the followint.~~~ng.
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578 Kathyd:
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579 Not cornye at all..
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580 All:Please e
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581 xcuse the above upload test. I am trying to get a stubborn termi
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582 nal programe to work.It is in(shudder) BASIC!
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585 Tsilb
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589 Hmmm.... A bit on the heavy with <CR>'s....Hmmmmmm
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591 Val: I Will be happy to oblige.First,However, i have a terminal prog-
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592 rame to work out.
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594 -=*=- Is it really so that the ripples in your dark pool of fears -=*=-
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595 -=*=- never echo with empathy in another's heart? I say not... -=*=-
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596 -=*=- Of trifles, I think most people account every happening as -=*=-
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597 -=*=- such, barely tasting food on their tongues, ignoring mirth, -=*=-
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598 -=*=- beauty & tragedy and every subtlty...gaze into their eyes: -=*=-
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599 -=*=- they are half-dead in their bland existence. Not so you & -=*=-
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600 -=*=- a certain feline; we step with senses alert, experiencing -=*=-
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601 -=*=- the natural high of joy, knowing exquisiteness in our paths!-=*=-
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602 THORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORThe INN was fabulous tonight
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603 THOR thought to himself. Yes even some new comers had given of their talent
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604 and it had been pleasing to THOR. There was a new comer who was extremely
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605 verbose in his nature but THOR chalked up the newcomers loquaciousness to
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606 the jitters of being a stranger in an unfamiliar place. THOR had not wanted
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607 to seem unfriendly towards the man but it had been obvious from his actions
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608 that he would have chattered on about anything and everything if an ear had
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609 been captured. THOR was not one to converse idly with those he knew for a
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610 lifetime and the poor stranger had not a snowballs chance on first
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611 encountering him and attempting to strike up a frivolous exchange.
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612 I will watch this man Mr. Smith, THOR thought to himself and from my inner
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613 instincts I feel he will become a regular here at the INN. THOR did not want
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614 to give up his seat but time marched by too quickly and he knew that he
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615 must make a stop at the city of TANIS in hopes of seeing more of the talents
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616 from the INN there. Maybe tomorrow, THOR thought, yes tomorrow.
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618 ^^^^^ Where once there was no room, now has there been space set aside.
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619 ^^^^^ Odd is the sensation found in the ability to add to what is not
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620 ^^^^^ readily seeked. Words appear from many and are welcome. Words
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621 ^^^^^ appear from a few and are more than welcome! Prehaps this is how
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622 ^^^^^ I should alter- contribute what is expected of me in the light
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623 ^^^^^ and say whatever else I feel in the peaceful shaodows that are
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624 ^^^^^ provided on the far side. Lord knows it would make for a more
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625 ^^^^^ relaxing atmosphere in the light, stark at times. --->G
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627 ^^^^^ Words with no name, quiet and enjoyable in its anonymity. Need I
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628 ^^^^^ ask from whom they are? You are correct, I needn't... Just
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