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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 14 SEP 85 **********************
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3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator
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4 ************************************************************
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5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION
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6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM.
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7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned
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8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public.
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9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is
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10 privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which
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11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be
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12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved)
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13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the
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14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the
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15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace
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16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up.
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17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system.
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18 ************************************************************
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19
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20 L'homme: One thing I might mention, is to not use the AMODEM XMODEM receive
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21 function. If you do, check the file carefully after you do, it sometimes
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22 drops the first sector in the transfer if it is NOT talking to aNOTher
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23 AMODEM program. Just a small minor little compatiblity problem...
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24 Also, of course make sure that you use the COPYLINK with the patches.
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25 *************************** CISTOP MIKEY **********************************
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26 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#12:44#9/15#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$ENOUGH BORDER
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27 ARG! new disk already! Now I gotta type some more! Oh well, it's a living(?).
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28 And of course, I'm not going to brag about being AT THE TOP!!!. I'm just not that type (Hee-hee-hee)
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29 And now, to start this disk off with a sour note...
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30
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31 ACT OF MERCY
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32 (Part 3 of 3)
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33 by John Silverman
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34
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35 Seven o'clock.
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36 The TV was on low, playing some idiotic sit-com rerun. Mother was napping. Tim was sitting in the front room, writing
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37 in a small spiral-bound notebook:
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38 "I write this now as I don't think I'll get a chance to express my thoughts later and I want to tell my side of the story
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39 I only hope somebody will be willing to listen."
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40 "It started a year and a half ago. I was young and stupid then. I argued with my parents a lot. The neighbors a block
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41 away could hear every word we said, so loud were out fights. One night, I was mad about something, I now forget what, and
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42 and had started a particularly loud row. I didn't notice that Mom was quieter than usual, Dad was more than making up for
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43 it. I finally called him a son of a bitch and said I was leaving and never coming back. Dad hit me, hard. Mom screamed
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44 and collapsed on the couch.I was too hurt and mad to notice. I walked out, my Dad yelling that if I took the car he'd have
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45 the cops after me. There were people all up and down the block watching the show. I yelled back at him to go ahead and
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46 drove away."
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47 "An hour later I calmed down enough to realize I couldn't leave because I didn't even have a job. I was going to
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48 college at the time and didn't have the time for one. Finally I decided I'd better return home and face it. When I got
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49 there, an ambulance was pulling out of the driveway. My Dad was standing in the doorway, staring at it like he was in shock.
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50 I asked him what the hell was going on and he said Mom had just had a stroke. Then he proceeded to tell me at length about
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51 how it was my fault. I finally couldn't take any more and just ran away into the night."
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52 of recovery. The best we could do was take her home and try to make her remaining time as comfortable as possible."
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53 "Right after that Dad started drinking. That's where most of this mess came from. He started missing days at work, too
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54 drunk to get up on time. He never missed an opportunity to tell me it was all my fault. He punched me out more than once.
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55 He really was a son of a bitch."
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56 Tim stopped a moment to wipe a tear from one eye. Remembering this was no fun at all.
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57 "One day he got in his car, drove off, and that was the last we ever saw of him. Can't really blame him. My only real
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58 regret was that I didn't think of it first. But I didn't so I'm stuck."
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59 "No Dad, no money. The insurance couldn't or wouldn't cover everything. School went out the window and I got a job at a
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60 nearby market. Every penny I make goes into this house and all the bills, and still they send collectors around periodically.
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61 Every month we get farther behind."
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62 "I have been a breadwinner and nursemaid for over a year now in a situation I never wanted in the first place. Maybe
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63 this is my fault, but I think I've paid my pennance. This house is a rathole because I'm simply too tired or too busy to
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64 keep it up. I'm just too tired. I cannot get a decent job (I need to stay close to home), School is still out, hell, I
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65 can't even dream of having a social life. No more. I have to change things, and this is the only way I know how."
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66 "The family will probably renounce me. My few friends and aquantances will probably be shocked. I just want it understood
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67 that I simply cannot come up with any alternatives. The quality of life for me cannot sink any lower, no matter what I do.
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68 I have made my decision, and I refuse to regret it."
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69 "Timothy Corbett"
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70 He looked it over. Not bad, for a confession. It pretty much summed up everything. He got up and waded though
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71 the garbage to the stereo. He put on his favorite album and started it, making his way back to the chair. For almost twenty
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72 minutes he listened to the music. His attention caught on one particular line on one of the last songs: "I might as well
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73 be (yper as long as I'm still around/I'll have plenty of time to be low-key when I'm six feet under ground." He had to laugh
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74 at that. In fact, it was the funniest thing he had heard in a year and a half. He laughed until tears rolled down his cheeks.
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75 When he finally quit laughing, he heard Mother, "Dear, I'm thirsty. Could you please bring me some punch?"
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76 "Sure, Mom." He was still wiping his eyes as he went into the kitchen. The Jug had a little in it, about enough for two
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77 drinks. He set out two cups and filled them. He pulled the bottle out of his pocket and poured a measured amount into one
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78 of them. His heart pounded in his ears as he did so. Despite all his resolve, he was still scared. He had studied this
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79 particular chemical and knew it would work quickly and painlessly. He did not want to have to deal with unnecessary suff
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80 ering. Making damn sure which cup was which, he carried them both into the bedroom.
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81 "Here you go." he said, handing her her drink. "I propose a toast." He declared.
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82 "To what?" she asked.
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83 "To life." He said simply. He tapped his cup against hers and drank deeply. After a moment's confusion, so did she."
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84 "This tastes funny." she remarked.
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85 "Yeah, it's the plumbing. Something's wrong with it. makes the water taste strange." He could taste it, too.
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86 "Will you be a dear and have it looked at tomorrow?" she asked.
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87 "Sure." he replied, knowing perfectly well he wouldn't. "I'm gonna go watch some TV, OK?"
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88 "Sure," she said, laying back. "I feel kind of sleepy."
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89 Tim stopped at the door and turned around. "Mom?"
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90 "Yes?"
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91 "I love you."
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92 "I love you too, dear." she yawned.
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93 Tim waded through the mess back to his chair. On the way, he flipped the record and played the other side. He sat down
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94 and picked up the notebook, setting it in his lap. He closed his eyes, lost in his favorite music. It was twenty to eitght.
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95 At eight o'clock the phone rang. Seven rings later, a sleepy voice called out, "Timmy, would you please answer that?
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96 It must be my mother and I can't reach it in here. Timmy?"
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97 "Timmy?"
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98
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99 JOHN SILVERMAN
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100 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#1:32#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#
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101 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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102 Entropy -- So glad to see you back, happy!
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103 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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104 Adventurers -- too rushed for an entry this am -- will try tomorrow if the
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105 situation doesn't change too much.
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106 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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107 TO ALL MODEM OWNERS:
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108 I JUST GOT A MODEM AND WOULD APPRECIATE IT GREATLY IF ANYONE COULD LEAVE SOME BULLITEN BOARD NUMBERS.
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109 THANKS
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110 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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111 He wandered in
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112 from lands far away
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113 picked his target
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114 and stalked the prey
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115 when the excitement
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116 of the contest wore out
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117 he raised his sword
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118 and killed the trout.
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119
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120 -Palor-
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121 ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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122 To: Thanks
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123 From:Palor
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124 Subject:BBS #s
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125 It would help very much if you left your name, the type of computer you own and the baud capabilities of your
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126 modem. Also, where you live, so I can suggest LOCAL BBSs. Nevertheless, here are a few of my favorites.
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127 +++++
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128 BackWater, of course
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129 Bit Bucket 254-xxxx 300/1200 24 hrs
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130 K.I.S. Net 777-xxxx 300 24 hrs
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131 Engineers1 692-xxxx 3/12/24 24 hrs
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132 OswegoFido 636-xxxx 3/12/24 24 hrs
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133 PCS/BBS 775-xxxx 3/12/24 24 hrs
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134 RainForest 245-xxxx 3/12/24 24 hrs
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135 <Tanis 761-xxxx 300/1200 24 hrs
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136 Notes:
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137 An EXTENSIVE list can be found on Bit Bucket(Runs for eight printed pages), so I suggest you call them first.
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138 Also, most BBSs do have lists of other BBS numbers, so always look for that option.
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139 Hope that helps,
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140 +++
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141 _________________________Palor__________________________________________________
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142 /+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*\
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* +
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+ Hello, fellow computerers....... *
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* I have been asked by the Sysop +
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+ of the Golden Dragon BBS to tell *
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* you that it is back up and +
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+ running twice as good as before, *
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* twenty-four hours a day! +
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+ I has been down for some much *
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* needed de-bugging and +
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+ improvements. Soon the D/L *
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* section will be operating, and +
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+ should feature Atari, and other *
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* systems(depending on the way +
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+ they transmit program data). *
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* Also, one of it's main features +
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+ is it's Dungeons and Dragons *
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* games that are currently in play.+
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+ To join, just contact the Sysop, *
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* and ask him to include you. Also,+
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+ don't worry about being too late *
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* for the games, he can just pop +
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+ you into the D & D, OR AD & D *
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* levels, depending on your choice!+
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+ This BBS even has a place to *
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* share jokes that you may have +
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+ heard by writing the Sysop a note*
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* telling him the jokes, and asking+
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+ him to place them there for all *
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* to read. +
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+ So.... Come on and call today- *
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* ------------ +
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+ -=> 292-xxxx <=- *
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* ------------ +
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+ **Thanks a lot** *
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* Todd Henderson +
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+ *
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180
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181 %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
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182 Sigh.... A new disk, and hardly anything but junk on it.
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183 What happened to all the great stories???
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184 %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Rick
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185 [/]
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186 ****************************************************************************
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187 Rick, I would hardly call Mr. Silvermans story junk!
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188 ***********************13moredays***kathyd*********************************
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189 .,-=-,.,-=-,.,-=-,.,-=-,.,-=-,.,-=-,.
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190 Well, I have been asked by the Sysop
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191 of K.I.S. Net to find potential places
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192 that the writers of TANIS might be
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193 hiding while the TANIS b-board section
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194 is being written.
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195 I figure this is as good a place as
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196 any for writers with not much to do. So
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197 those that either can't get on here to
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198 often, or have a story and can't wait
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199 for TANIS to get going again, there is
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200 another alternative.
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201 Yes, the old Alternate World has
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202 gone, but it it's place has risen a new
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203 and better thing known as K.I.S. Net.
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204 It has all of your favorite features
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205 including a B-board, and soon to come
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206 an XMODEM file transfer section....
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207 Give it a call when there is nothing
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208 better to do. You will be surprised at
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209 the progress that the sysop has made on
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210 changing over from a (GASP!!!) Illegal
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211 format..., But don't let that scare you
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212 away, the system is completely legal
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213 and he even voice validates alot of
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214 the time...
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215 Anyway, give it a call, it's
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216 777-xxxx same number, different format.
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217 Thanx,
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218 Eric Stevenson...
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219 .,-=-,.,-=-,.,-=-,.,-=-,.,-=-,.,-=-,.
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220 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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221 Mr. Silverman: Bravo! I would have been much more surprised about the ending
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222 if it weren't for the fact that I own that particular album. The song was
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223 "I'll be Mellow when I'm Dead"- a favorite of mine. Keep writing!
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224 ++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++ 15 Sept 85, 2:28pm ++++++++++++++
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225 {+|+} (091585182250) <225>
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226
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227 #################################################################
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228 Things seemed to have quieted down a bit, so the InnKeeper
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229 wandered out the front door to get some fresh air for a moment.
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230 Stepping outside, the fresh rain scrubbed air felt good as I
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231 drew a deep breath. Looking around, I noticed that things hadn't
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232 really changed all that much from so long ago.
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233 It seems like it had been ages since first obtaining this
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234 establishment as a dwelling, and later opening it to the public
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235 as a meeting place, and later at the urging of a good friend, as
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236 the Inn. It's hard to believe that it really has only been a few
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237 short years.
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238 So much has happened, people coming and going. Some gaining
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239 interest and others losing it. The always prevelant arguments and
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240 fights that occur in any public place. The friends, and yes, even
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241 the enemies. The stories, the tales of adventure and intrigue.
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242 Wandering out into the courtyard, my feet lead me of their
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243 own accord towards the small foot-bridge that crosses the stream
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244 flowing nearby. Leaning on the railing, I think back on the
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245 memories that it brings, times of old. What has happened to the
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246 gentle adventures of those days, where have they gone? What new
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247 quests do they pursue? Unknowingly my eyes turn to the Rowan tree
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248 growing outside the Inn. Scared and hagered, but still standing
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249 proudly. Planted there so long ago.
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250 Ah, Pam, my old friend, where have you gone? Off on some new
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251 trek? Keeping the tables of another Inn clean? Will I ever see
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252 your words again? The Rowan tree yet grows there still. Reaching
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253 inside my worn cotten shirt, I pull the locket out, still there
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254 imbeded in the glass is the small twig of the Rowan, given in
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255 promise of not leaving. An anchor to ward off the doubt. Ah my
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256 friend, what cruel winds have driven you from this land?
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257 The surface of the stream ripples, and the reflection of a
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258 full rising moon echos times long past, and I am looking through
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259 another's eyes, of another time.
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260 Turning away, I place the locket back inside my shirt, and
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261 head back to the Inn. Stepping inside, it seems so quiet, it is
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262 empty somehow without this old friend. Going behind the bar, I
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263 pour myself a drink from a bottle from my private wine stock.
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264 I can't drown my depression, but maybe I can at least avoid it
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265 for a while.
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266 ########################### The InnKeeper #######################
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267
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268 @@@Max@@@
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269 /\/\/\
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270 Hmmm..
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271 /\/\/\
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272 OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!FINE!
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273 I go to call the famous Bit Bucket, the one that we have all heard
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274 so much about, but it just sits there when I connect. not a sign
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275 of life to be seen. Nothing that I do can spring it into life.
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276 Is this the system that is so popular? I gues it leave A WHOLE LOT
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277 of room for your personal imagination! Personaly, I like a system
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278 that will communicate with you, even if it is telling you that what
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279 you are saying doesn't mean a thing to it. SO! if you haven't guessed
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280 by now I would like for someone to tell my in detail how to get the
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281 Bit Bucket going like it should. Sitting watching a blank screen
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282 has gotten on my nerves! especialy since that if I don't call pretty
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283 soon my password will be dleted again and THAT really gets me pissed!
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284 OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!FINE!
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285
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286 !!!!!!!!!!!!
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287 Sadly, purposefully, FINE your problem may be your quickness to anger
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288 and lack of proper settings. Try again! It maybe your were calling in
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289 as the system was trying to call out....or you just may have negleted
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290 to give it the c/r's it needs to set baud and parity.....
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291 the newcommer
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292 !!!!!!!!!!!!!
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293 OKAY!!!FINE - I called Bit Bucket today and received the same response as you.
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294 As I am NOT a neophyte, I presume that the Bucket is experiencing
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295 another of its all-too-frequent down times again. Patience.
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296 +Dante-
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297
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298 .-.-.-.
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299 ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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300 When last seen, our hero(ine) was disguised as a Japanese earmuff salesman
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301 on a doomed flight from Portland to Australia (via the unscheduled and
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302 unfriendly skies of Albania). Unfortunately for Petrov, the unsavory sort who
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303 chose to exercise their freedom of expression on the flight in question had an
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304 odd penchant for hanging humans of Japanese descent upside and down and naked
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305 over porcelain bathing devices. The surprising fact that the airplane was
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306 somehow devoid of such objects would have been a favorable one were it not for
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307 the ingenuity of the hijackers who found a suitable substitute in another
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308 traditionally porcelain mechanism occupying a small room towards the rear of
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309 the craft.
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310 The ensuing drama proved to be too shocking and terrible for the hijackers
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311 to recount, but witnesses report that Petrov seemed to enjoy himself as his
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312 captors removed his dress and associated feminine attire, discovering his true
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313 colors.
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314 No one knows what caused the Airplane enroute from Australia to Albania to
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315 crash into the recently rebuilt Oklahoma City Hilton which was celebrating its
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316 grand re-opening after an unexplained explosion devastated the building in the
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317 summer of 1984, but Petrov's survival was, to say the least, neat.
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318
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319 Thus begins a new chapter in the life of Petrov. Before we proceed, it
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320 must be understood that no telling of Petrov's tale could be complete without
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321 an adequate understanding of my own; and if Petrov's story is actually a
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322 confession, then mine must be too.
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323 My name is Mitsubishi Cannelloni and, as my name suggests, I come from a
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324 long line of Jewish hot dog salesmen. After the fatal crash a bruised and
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325 battered Russian stumbled out from the wreckage and walked by me. I never saw
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326 him again, but I heard the airplane story from another survivor of the crash.
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327 Indeed, Petrov's life would have been radically different were it not for my
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328 timely intervention!
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329
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330 --From CONFESSIONS OF A TRANSVESTITE'S ACCOMPLICE
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331 (or, "Hot dogs, hot broads, and how to spread mustard on each")
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332 By Mitsubishi Cannelloni
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333 sort of Petrov
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334 ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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335 sorry, ch/upside and down/upside down/
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336 ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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339 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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340
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341 *************
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342
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343 The cafe
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344 ////////////
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345 The Cafeteria was crowed when Donna and I arrived and it was task
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346 enough to get food , let alone make good selections as we passed through
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347 the line. Now to find a place to sit! Ah , a table with two empty seats
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348 and a familier face. It was Michael, the new imaging tech and a young,
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349 female in white. He was gesturing to us to come and join him. As we took
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350 our seats he introduced us to a new intensive care nurse. Al, Donna, I
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351 want you to meet Susan.... hmmmm I heard his words through the din of
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352 lunch time noises but somehow they did not sink in . I was studying the
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353 lines around her mouth and the dark bangs above her green eyes....
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354 Like waves rolling in on a peaceful shore , my heart rose and sank
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355 as she began to speak of her life. A child, my spirits sank, father on the
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356 east coast, my heart jumped, boyfriend up north, I felt dispair, did not
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357 see him except on weekends, hope sprang up. As I was asked questions about
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358 my own role here and my life's interest, I felt a warmness in my face.
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359 I was blushing!
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360 All too soon, my pager sprang to life...trauma code team was being called
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361 to the ED.....! Life is never fair but timely...
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362 **************
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364 The scene in the pell-mell was mass confusion. The unconcious piper had
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365 gone into convulsions, and was twisting and writhing like a freshly-beached
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366 trout. The lady who was found with him was also unconcious and bleeding
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367 badly, with two of the company bent over her. Some of the adventurers
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368 were trying to move the machine from this perilous realm, others to minister
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369 to the needs of the wounded. Many of the rescuers who had ventured out on
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370 the surface were feeling less than fully fit. Although brief, a soujour
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371 in that place brought the body's metabolism to a complete halt -- restored
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372 only reluctantly when they re-entered the pell-mell.
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373 Without, the scene was less comprehensible. The bizarre vehicle floated
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374 some small distance above the black surface, moving slightly due to some
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375 slight imbalance in the propulsion units. The black pavement stretched off
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376 into infinity on each side, unmarked except where the piper and the lady
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377 had vowed their suicide pact. There, where the blood of the two had mingled
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378 and dripped on the pavement, something seemed to violate the strange laws
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379 of this unusual place. It seemed almost like a solid cloud -- the edges
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380 diffusing into the general glow of the surroundings, but dark within.
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381 Unmoving, the smudge marked where the piper and the lady had lain, where
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382 the very fabric of the two reality bands had frayed, where the sharp
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383 demarcation between the two realities broke down and mixed the two in an
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384 inchoate stew. Slowly the pell-mell drifted into this zone.
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385 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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386 ch soujour/soujourn, zap other typos!
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394 You need not look through the eye's of strangers dear inkeep. Remembering
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395 the eyes and hearts and souls of friends is much more pleasent. It is true I
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396 have ventured far and wide since I last visited the Inn, but your calls of
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397 lonliness have tugged at my mind and they have brought me back to the place
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398 I will always call home.
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399 Fear not that you have caused my departure from the place of the Rowan
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400 tree. It is in my heart that I glide away from the Inn, only to return when
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401 I hear a friend call. I have travelled far and wide, but I never forget the
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402 one place that I call home.
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403 I too remember so much of the past, and I strain to keep those lovely
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404 memories alive when my senses are besieged by so much anger and contempt in
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405 the air. I strive to remember the past, but I temper my strive with thoughts
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406 and hopes for the future. To dwell too much in the past is to live a life with
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407 no future. I can not face such a life, for I need the excitement and
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408 uncertainty of unknown futures. I will never forget what has transpired here
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409 at the Inn,. I will fondly remember good times sitting and talking with many
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410 a great visitor. I made friends I will never forget. Dearest Innkeeper, you
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411 too are my friend.
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412 I will come this way again sometime. I don't know when, I only know I
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413 will. I will not pass by the Rowan tree without taking a sprig. I won't
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414 pass by the Inn without stepping inside and greeting all who are present. I
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415 will come back and see you, if for just a moment.
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416
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417 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]PAM.[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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418 *******************************************************************
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419 On the way down the hall my mind was speeding through memories of
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420 another girl. As impressed as I was with the one I just met, I was
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421 just sick about the one I had just said goodbye to. She was small,
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422 brown haired and brown eyed. To me, the absolutely perfect person
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423 to just stare at in awe. I was at the stage where I could think
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424 of her without wanting to die, but just barely.
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425 No one gave me a glance when I entered the Emergency room. On
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426 the second stretcher a code was already in progress. I grabbed
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427 a syringe , found a thready pulse, and drove home the needle...
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428 My job is so much fun! We worked on this patient for an hour with
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429 no perceptable result. Tiredly, the ER Doc said,'that's enough and
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430 shuffled off to see his next patient. Back in my office, work was
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431 waiting for me. I grabbed the dirty equipment which was my
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432 responsibilty and left the Emergency Department.
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433 It wasn't as though I did not have enough problems in my life
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434 without falling in love. It wasn't as though I really thought
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435 this newcommer would give me a second thought. It wasn't as
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436 though I was over my last love, or free from my current one.
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437 But somehow I knew Ii was about to seriously complicate things
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438 again.
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439
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440 /////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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441 [\]
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442 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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443 "The dream, The Dream. Let the fresh aire fill you with
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444 new and tranquil thoughts. Cast aside doubt." The voice was a shallow one
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445 and difficult one to hear. I was not of this place, yet still I heard.
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446 "The dream? But this is the dream. What... why?"
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447 There was no further responce. Now I will go to sleep and put reality be-
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448 hind me. Perhaps, one day, I might return. On that day I shall be fully
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449 prepared to listen for the voice that doesn't exist. I will have to seek
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450 solice in others until that time.
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451 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->the Guardian 259:16
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453 (((*)))
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454 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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455 All (or more properly addressed to "Some"): Must we continue to post
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456 endless lines of messages that call us to other boards. There are many
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457 reasons for visiting the Inn, but most likely reading advertisments is not
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458 one of them. For certain, all those who are interested in other BBSs will
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459 call other BBSs and they will see your long messages there. CBBS/NW would
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460 be a perfect place to put them. There are some who may not care about any
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461 board but this one, and they have no desire to read about what other
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462 wonderful boards are springing up.
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463 Please excused my frusterated lack of tact, but coming to visit the Inn
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464 and finding almost half of it filled with what I consider of "low creativity
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465 level" is not enjoyable. -Tanya
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470 as always, trainor's words were spoken with sincerety, hope, and the
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471 altruistic manner of any great spokesman. one thing that needed remembering
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472 was although he is a representative, he also is the only remaining survivor
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473 of his civilization. his effort and vitality to see us through had given me
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474 more than just a little bit of confidence in myself.
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475 "we are adults here," he had once said. "what we do here, we do for all.
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476 if anything goes wrong, we learn." i had looked up to him from the moment i
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477 set foot inside the inn. that had not changed.
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478 now i am faced with an actual task that only i may take on. before me lies
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479 the body of the other person we found in the unknown. both the piper and
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480 this one had slipped into the icy coldness of their own black sleep. while
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481 all around the pushing and pulling of sanity and reason strived to exist.
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482 the others and i clammered back to our sanctuary of the pell-mell. once
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483 returned to the mechanized marvel, minds began to settle as others prepared
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484 for some miraculous departure from this hideous reality.
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485 once regrouped with emu, trainor would learn all the details discovered
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486 within the last several minutes. the others had gone to their seperate corners
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487 and compartments, or were carried there to regain their energies -- both
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488 mental and physical.
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489 in a seperate compartment from the rest are the two women. i am now to
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490 become the protector of this lifeforce known only to us as zeb. alone in the
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491 stillness of a closed room, hearing only the faint breaths over the silent
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492 air supply, i survey this being.
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493 small and young in apperance, she is not unlike myself. i carefully pulled
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494 aside the electro-blankets and the grey robe that covered her. her wound was
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495 a simple one, except the position so close to the heart made me fear that her
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496 life came close to an end. it was definitely self inflicted. i wondered how
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497 she had indeed managed to live after it. i threw the now crimsoned fabric
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498 away from the wound completely and bagan to administer what little bedside
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499 manner and medical aid i could.
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500 with that finished, i drew the blankets snuggly up to her chin to keep her
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501 body warm. her mind would be another matter, what i could do for her there
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502 was beyond me. no... it was only almost beyond.
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503 ever since we had arrived within this final plane of awareness, i despised
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504 the thought that i had a mind that could be responsible for deeds beyond the
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505 ken of normal man. what disturbing feats were now possible? tp? esp? obe's?
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506 curled into a little ball across from the relaxed figure i decided to chance my
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507 newly realized 'gift' with her. if i could look into her thoughts, maybe even
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508 her dreams, i just might learn something about our present prediciment.
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509 remembering how emu and cragomre had taken their places for the original
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510 sitting in the circle, i uncurled myself and sat with my back aligned with the
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511 smooth surface of the wall inside this compartment. i took a few soft breaths
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512 and tried to clear my mind of everything other than zeb. i soon felt the
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513 i soon felt the gentle touch of drowsiness tug at my sensabilities. through
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514 my closed eyes i saw a light shine over us, the prismatic light of a rainbow.
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515 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& the scarlet lion
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517 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ETC.^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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518 It had been a while since the sounds of battle faded away, and suddenly we
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519 notice that the sweat covering us makes the night seem cold. The fire near us
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520 is burning still, but fading slowly. It gives light but no real warmth. There
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521 is but one blanket, and we huddle beneath it in exhaustion.
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522 The normal barriers evaporate into the clean air along with our sweat. For
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523 the moment we have set aside our weapons and the light conversation that is
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524 really just politeness. The words come fast, pushed by the fresh scent of
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525 battle. We talk of youth, fear, family, lost loves, and recent scars.
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526 Finally the cascade of words turns to a trickle, then to nothing. We lay in
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527 comfortable silence, eash lost in our own thoughts.
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528 Eventually she turns to me, and with a sudden smile, she grabs my hair and
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529 pulls my lips to hers.
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531 The battle begins again.
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532 Adrian
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533 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ETC.^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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534 Looks like I've finally recovered from that sex-change operation...
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535 It's good to be back.
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536 Adrian
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538 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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539 Scarlet lion -- Would you like me to "run" the zeb lady? If not, she's
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540 all yours.
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545 "Low creativity" works and "endless lines" of ads are PREFERABLE than ultra-long
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546 dull utter nonsense. Perhaps some people never thought that their master-
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547 pieces are boring when they wrote it.
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548 As T.E. Gould put it: "We Are Seldom Tiresome to Ourselves."
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550 J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&jon &omeJ&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&J&
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551 -----------------------------------------------------------------
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552 If you don't like it, then don't call! Stories are what BW is about,
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553 not the endless/mindless rabble of "For Sale" ect. There are more
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554 than enough boards around for that sort of thing. Just because you
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555 don't like every story here doesn't mean that everyone else has to
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556 dislike them. I am not always enlightened by every story that passes
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557 here myself, but I'd take them anyday over the non-creative blandishments
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558 of "give me BBS numbers" and "call my neat BBS".
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559 ============================= fred =================================
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560 {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}
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561 Pam, is there anything that we can do to change
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562 your mind and talk you into continue contribut-
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563 ing here? I really hate to see you go, there are
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564 so few women on here that it is painful when one
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565 leaves. - a friend
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567 =---------------------------------VShoG-------------------------=
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568 Perhaps you couldn't compreend some of the words. Which
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569 ones were they? altruistic? porcelain? or something else?
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570 Or was it one of the real toughies, like 'the' or 'with'?
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571 Created without knowing its destiny, this place has taken
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572 upon itself to be a story telling area. God knows that there are
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573 already enough e-mail boards in this town. Why be normal?
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576 ***************************************************************************
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577 Well now! We have an imitator in our midst it seems. The entry above (lines
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578 393-417) supposedly by PAM is not by the PAM we know. Those who do know her
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579 will quickly see the differences if they study the entry. Simple things such
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580 as that she uses 76 column entries not 80. And her grammer and spelling are
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581 far better than that shown in the indicated entry. Another thing that was
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582 pointed out is that it is "eyes" not "eye's". It was a fair simulation however,
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583 and obviously caught a few people. I wonder why though that someone felt that
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584 they had to speak for her?
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585 ***************************** CISTOP MIKEY ***********************************
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586 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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587 "Be careful, now, Milch. I don't want a zombie on my hands. Besides, what
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588 would I do with Grann?"
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589 "You'd teach him all of your degenerate mannerisms, that's what. Don't fret,
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590 Doctor, this probe won't be dangerous. Besides, with this little powerpack,"
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591 I patted the pile of argentium before me, "I have enough energy available to
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592 get out of any trouble I can possibly get into." I lowered my voice so no one
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593 could hear. "If I can channel it all without burning out."
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594 "I'm still worried, but I'll live. Arriving at optimum contact point in
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595 twenty seconds. Start doing your stuff, Grann. This had better work, Milch."
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596 "It will." Grann began the ritual for planal shifting. I was proud of his
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597 progress- not many pupils could hold up under the acid-test conditions of the
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598 past few days. To think that this all started with a little trip to gather
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599 material for a transportal chamber...
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600 S>H>I>F>T. A bit rough, but nicely done regardless. Time for my bit now.
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601 "Arkady weldalan irisculdo durocawdi buratin!" My surroundings faded out
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602 slowly as I sat cross-legged on the floor of the control room. I was a point
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603 of thought floating in a black void.
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604 Concentrate. Points of light appear slowly, turning the void into the
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605 appearance of deep space. Each little point represented an intelligence, an
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606 active mind. Push harder. Motion begins, not in any real sense, but my point
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607 of view shifts and nears the outlet of the convolution. The points darken and
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608 fade entirely. Entry.
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609 A stomach-wrenching pull, vertigo. Incredible speed down a round shaft of
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610 color and light. I try to slow, but I am caught. There is no harm yet, so I
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611 do not fight it.
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612 Slowing down, exit. Greyness first, then a wash of crimson and then I am
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613 through. A flat plane of black material, embedded with millions upon millions
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614 of little flecks of light.
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615 A strange machine floats above the convolution. Perhaps cause of disturbance?
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616 Possiblity noted, action when more data appears. I scan the craft.
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617 Life exists there. Intelligence shows itself. No surprise, craft shows
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618 exterior examples of... well, let's not go into that. Ahem.
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619 Reaching, reaching... Contact. He is aware of me. Mental Shields up quickly.
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620 I pause, and send a quick "mindprint" to allow him to identify me. He returns
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621 one. Cragmore is his name. Concern floats on top of his mind, for a friend.
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622 Name...name... leaks through shield, concern is too strong. Pi...Piper?!
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623 I drop all of my defenses. #I am Milchar, or at least a projection. Perhaps
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624 I can offer a means of escaping this zone. The convolution will serve as a
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625 conduit. I should be able to hold it open as you go, but not for long.#
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626 ++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++ 17 Sept 85, 10:58pm ++++++++++++
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628 I fear to say that you are correct Marv. This IS serious.
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