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21 En la Cima!
22 Tanya: Frank was a fictional character that one of the writers here (I say not
23 who) used to spark interest during one of Backwater's duller moments/weeks.
24 Despite some name-calling, a reasonably intelligent conversation developed.
25 From what I gather on drive B, that person is not the Frank I recall.
26 nelsons: I sent another message today (11/4/85) to 'psu-cs!nelsons', and got
27 the same 'Message sent to 1 external user(s) successfully'. Perhaps it is
28 going somewhere else? Is there a confused user over there with a plethora
29 of misguided messages?
30 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar, 4 Nov 85 at 10:41pm +++++++++++++++
31 ????? C-NET mail recieved. Wrong about FRANK but glad to be referred to as
32 one of the 'better writers'. 68020
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34 At his request, Emu and Bard joined hands with Cragmore to form the
35 potent semi-circle. Cragmore started the process, leading with quiet
36 instructions to relax; to breathe deeply, quietly; to concentrate upon
37 the center of the open circle...
38 The collective conciousness that formed of Bard, Cragmore and Emu
39 quickly gained strength. With Cragmore's direction, they sought out
40 Trainor's torchered mind. All standard psi training forbids the
41 unauthorized entry of one mind into another's, and Emu had never
42 progressed past the second level of training. Even so, all of Emu's
43 training screamed against the planned intrusion. Cragmore recognized
44 this hesitance in Emu's mind and quickly assured Emu that this was the
45 inevitable exception to the rule.
46 Together, the three minds entered Trainor's mind. Bard, with almost
47 no training, was at first taken aback at the utter confusion and disarray
48 that he could sense in the raging conciousness in that mind. Even Cragmore
49 was surprised at the emencity of the job that lay ahead of them, but that
50 didn't at all dissuade him from continuing. They quieted emotions. They
51 relaxed motor control. They cooled the blind rage and mentally massaged
52 Trainor into a deep slumber.
53 Once the physical body was out of danger and the upper brain functions
54 put to sleep, the three went to work on the subconsious. They quickly
55 found the red, aching rips in the ego, no longer hidden under layers
56 of time and guilt. In the silent blue light of Trainor's intelect, they
57 worked. They first mended the rent fabric of Trainor's subconsious
58 reason. A short corrected there, a new connection here, a suggestion
59 over there, and they pulled back a little.
60 Next were Trainor's memories. The most recent were softened, and
61 knowledge of the intrusion was added. As a final touch, Cragmore touched
62 the cell grouping that held several of Trainor's early, forgotten
63 childhood scenes. Now they could retreat.
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65 "Trainor should sleep for an hour or so, now, and I suspect that he'll
66 dream of his fourth birthday party," Cragmore answered Emu's and Bard's
67 questioning looks. "We cooled the anger, yet left the memories that it
68 ingrained. Trainor has to know what is within his own mind. That is also
69 why we gave him knowledge of our intrusion. I think that he is intelligent
70 enough to understand why we did it, and will forgive the indescretion of
71 our intrusion."
72 Emu glanced at the glow coming from the stateroom. "What about
73 them?" he asked.
74 Bard echoed these sentiments. "Can we find out what is happening within
75 that room while we wait for Trainor to wake up? Maybe we can get things
76 straightened out before he does."
77 "Well, it's worth a try," answered Cragmore. "Join hands again. This
78 time though, we'll have to put much more energy into out(ch /out/our )
79 (bah! enter only...) our efforts if we plan to break through the barrier.
80 The risk we take is in injuring the mind that is holding it up. We must
81 proceed with extreme caution. Concentrate..."
82 "Whoa!" Emu nearly jumped out of his skin in surprise as the barrier
83 came down just as they touched it.
84 "Seems like they're expecting us," commented Bard. At that, the physical
85 door opened to reveal Tayree and 'Zeb', who both immediately went to Trainor's
86 reclined body.
87 "We 'watched' you touch him," said Tayree. "He will be more relaxed
88 now. thankyou, all three. Now, I'd like to introduce you to someone very
89 special. Cragmore, Emu, Bard, meet Aedem."
90 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.Emu
91 argh! ch /emencity/emmensity/ ch/intelect/intellect/
92 Emmensity?
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94 The outside pressures shifted again but this time the walls didn't groan. They screamed. James thought their time
95 was up as he and Tariya were thrown together violently. But the collapse stopped when the sphere was about half its
96 previous size. The increased air pressure tried to push his eardrums in. Why was he suddenly thinking about air
97 pressure?
98 Tariya clung to him bitterly and he felt her warmth and softness. It made him feel all the worse about what he had
99 to do. She whispered hoarsely, "Please. Do it now, while there's still time!"
100 James felt his heart tear in two. He didn't want to die, but neither did he want to do this. He was backed into a
101 corner with no way out. What ABOUT air pressure?
102 Tariya's heart pounded against his chest. "I'm scared." she whispered against his neck.
103 "So am I, babe." James muttered. Air pressure, time pressure, what was he trying to see?
104 Then it clicked into place.
105 A flash of light filled the chamber and the blade was in his hand again. Tariya saw it and squeezed her eyes shut.
106 It wouldn't be so bad if she didn't see it coming. James thought long and hard for a moment, calculating. He held the
107 sword away from them and swung it in circles. It made a humming noise as it moved though the air.
108 "Okay." he whispered, finally. Tariya tensed up, ready for the blow. The blade moved like a blur.
109 What happened next took place far too quickly for the normal human mind to follow. First, the tip of the sword
110 described a circle against the wall of the bubble. The edge left behind it a glowing blue line. Then they were both
111 surrounded by a cocoon of pure telekinetic force, to absorb shocks. The walls of the bubble trembled perilously.
112 The blue lined circle flared up in brightness. Gravity vanished as the wall inside the circle fell away. Then it
113 all happened at once.
114 In the zero-gee James dropped the sword and grabbed Tariya as tightly as he could. He kicked up and pushed against
115 the opposite wall with his feet, using all the power he could divert to his legs. They were propelled like a jet
116 towards the hole as the walls slammed inwards on themselves.
117 Air pressure blasted them headfirst through the warpgate just barely ahead of the collapse. They flew like bullets
118 and James watched as the 'gate swallowed himself millimeters behind his heels. Another fraction of a second could have
119 cost him both his feet.
120 James caught a glimpse of sunlight and blue sky as they flew almost three hundred yards from the point where they
121 entered this world. They slammed into the sandy ground, leaving a respectable crater. If not for that telekinetic
122 cocoon, they would have made a splat instead. They bounced twice more before coming to a stop.
123 Because of the cocoon, Tariya had noticed none of this, just a general disorientation. She let go of the
124 semiconcious James and sat up, blinking in amazement at the surroundings. They were on a beach. Behind the beach was a
125 thick deciduous forest. The sunlight was blinding but it would soon get better because one of the suns was
126 setting.
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129 Emu: Try IMMENSITY, okay?
130 All: Now we know who Frank is, but what did he do? All this talk has got me curious as hell.
131 (Story coming soon.)
132 JOHN SILVERMAN
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135 prior to meating Dreamtoucher, person had known only iron clad self
136 disiplan. freedom was an intriguingly alien concept a gift from the elven
137 dreamshaper. a subtle paradox to contemplate in moments of solitude.
138 person had ben watching the shadow of a rock, waiting for it to move,
139 and contemplating that very alien puzzle when the frayed edges of that dessert
140 realm had begun to unravel.
141 The elven mystic, though unusualy centered and well ordered for his people
142 was ill at ease. The long months of dessert sand weighed heavily. And if
143 Dreamtoucher's mind was agitated, Snowrunner's was positivly churning.
144 person's detatchment did not prevent awairness of empending oblivion.
145 if the dark fallower who lurked in the cobble's shadow were to escape now;
146 it would be availed but little.
147 person's duty done, it was with a sense of snug compfort the merging into
148 dreamtoucher's physical prescence through the pours of his right forearm.
149 Snowrunner leapt to her feet, nose keen as if on the trail of a new scent.
150 Dreamtoucher settled himself astride her sturdy canoid forquarters.
151 A single thought, shaired by three perceptions; *NOW*
152 Reality became a mist of swrling psicodelic clouds experienced in more
153 dementions than the awairness usualy acknowledges.
154 Like the wind itself they ran. Three minds as one on sturdy wolvish feet.
155 The mists thinned and through them trees began to appear. Soon the mists
156 vanished entirely as the forrest flew past on eather side. The scent of pine
157 wafted on air of crystal clarity. Like a transparent sweet toned bell the
158 lungs drank air of exotic purity.
159 the feeling was one person would not soon forget. so many wonderful days
160 were likewise passed learning the ways of an independent spirit. too many to
161 recount every new page of expirence as it unfolded.
162 Though the days were long and sweet on the world of two moons, Dreamtoucher
163 never forgot the strainge new friends he had met at a place called INN.
164 Seasons came around, and came around again. More and more he thought of
165 INNisfall and INNkeeper Mikey, the magicly always burning hearth-fire, the
166 aile, the chear, the stories told.
167 The day came when hearts were full, perhaps too full. Dreamtoucher's
168 thought was *NOW* and person knew just what that implied.
169 "perhaps, young rabbit, well speak again of those days, and at greater
170 length. sufficeth for now that all things end yet in ending begin again, not
171 in endless repatition, but each time new, unique, never to be repeated quite
172 the same. sufficth to say; 'we are here'."
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174 When asked to succenctly summerize the mood of 'Ware's the Art?'; the
175 Guru of Bliss replied:
176 "McKluenesque Funk, with tounge so far in cheak it prolates the nether
177 oroface. Discordia would love it!"
178 'Ware's the Art?'; a playfull gallery for the adventurous, opening soon.
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180 :dorun.68020.TECO.p
181 ? ? ? ? ? ? ?/
182 /dorun/1 line was for you, the last. 6809EMP! not 68K. Memories?
183 TECO-Dangerous, powerfull, unforgiving-->perfect.
184 ? ? ? ? ? ? ?/
185 Prometheus Unbound [With gold inlays] Perhaps it was sent by Krolic?
186 ? ? ? ? ? ? ?/
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188
189 Phantom 429
190 by
191 John Silverman
192 (Part 1)
193
194 I hardly noticed the traffic jam on the 205 bridge as I drove back to Portland. My mind was elsewhere.
195 The cops were directing traffic around the two lanes on the outside, where the hole was. I had an excellent view of
196 it as I drove by. Twelve feet of concrete barrier had been sheared off and, presumably, lay on the bottom of the
197 Columbia. They would probably close the bridge soon to fix it and everybody would be stuck using I-5 again. Once I got
198 past the congestion traffic returned to normal and I could drive normally again. That was fine by me. I wanted as far
199 from that hole as possible. I didn't need the reminder.
200 Ten o'clock last night. I was on my CB as usual, talking with Roy. Jennifer was at her house in Vancouver but her
201 radio wasn't on. Roy was in his truck, heading for his place in Portland.
202 Roy and Jen and I, we were a team. On the CB, which may not mean a whole lot to most folks but it did to us. There
203 was something about the location of our three base stations that made it virtually impossible for any signal to come
204 between us. For the last year or so, we all three of us took advantage of this situation to plant ourselves on channels
205 and carry on conversations over top of whoever was on the channel at the time. Rarely could they talk when we talked.
206 The results were usually quite hilarius, at least to us.
207 Our activities weren't restricted to radio, though. Roy and I had been best friends for years. He and Jen, however,
208 were considerably closer than that. Which made what happened all the harder.
209 Roy was his usual cheerful self on the radio: "Hey, guy, where are ya?"
210 "This is station 503 located in Salem, Oregon." It was amazing how many people actually believed me when I said
211 that. "I'm sitting here at my desk as usual, you dipstick! Where the **** are YOU?!"
212 "Just about to hit the bridge. And watch your language!" He laughed. "You're gonna burn up my reciever!"
213 "I should be so lucky. Where's Lady Couger?"
214 "I think I left her too exhausted to talk. I know I almost am. You know, this bridge goes by fast at ninety."
215 "It usually does until you get pulled over. You sure that thing is safe at ninety?"
216 "Sure it is. Hey, are we still going shooting tomorrow? I wanna try out those .44 hotloads I made the other
217 night."
218 "Sure, as long as I can get something solid between us in case you blow the gun up. You came close enough last
219 time."
220 "No prob. I'll bring my portable bullet-proof shield. Hey, I think I... HOLY-"
221 His signal was cut off just that quickly. At first I was startled, but then I remembered when he had pulled this
222 trick before. I wasn't falling for it again. About every minute or so I called his name and waited for a reply.
223 After forty minutes I started to worry. Just a little.
224 I turned on my AM for some music while I sat there waiting. On the hour they played the news.
225 "...a Ford pickup truck smashed through the safety barrier on the I-205 bridge about an hour ago. The vehicle fell
226 one hundred and sixty feet to the water. The police are attempting to retrieve the wreckage. A police spokesman said the
227 vehicle must have been travelling at least eighty miles an hour when it struck..."
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230 OKAY, SO I FORGOT THE "TO BE CONTUNUED~~~~~INUED" SO WHO'S PERFECT??
231
232 JOHN SILVERMAN
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234 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
235 Gee whiz, I almost hate to enter in another chapter from my story. This disk
236 is full of nothing but...
237 But I need to get it in, so sorry all you story-haters, it looks like Backwater
238 is turning into a true-blue story board!
239
240 The Bear leaped about a half dozen steps, and then slammed into the wall to his
241 left. There was a small indentation where he jumped, and he turned his back
242 toward the entrance to the dragon's grotto, hunching forward to protect himself
243 from the flames. His body seared with pain, his clothes and skin crackled with
244 every movement. His hair stank, and his vision was blurred from the heat.
245
246 Despite his agony, his mind worked quickly. He protected every bare spot of
247 skin. He held his sword horizontally, sticking out into the tunnel. His buried
248 his face in his arms.
249
250 And the fire came.
251
252 The force was even greater than the last. It swept by him, shoving him into the
253 wall. His sword again grew hot, and glowed red. But the Bear was more protected
254 this time. Even though the heat hurt like never before- like a raw burn held
255 under boiling water- he coiled his legs underneath him, and worked his hands
256 quickly. Soon the sword was too hot to hold, and he dropped it. It fell with a
257 loud clang! And soon the fire subsided.
258 As soon as the flames died, the Bear jumped from his crouched position, and
259 looked toward the small opening beyond while he unraveled a thin cord from his
260 hands. He bent down quickly and grabbed a small stone from the ground.
261
262 And then the inevitable eye came. It's original green was gone. It gleamed red
263 like the gates of hell. Anger, hunger, and an evil determination to kill like
264 the Bear had never seen seemed to jump from its look. And it saw Bear standing
265 in the tunnel. Standing defiant and proud, sword at his feet, a small rope
266 dangling from his hand. The eyelids folded back, and the dragon roared with
267 rage.
268
269 Before the dragon of Fendarr pulled back its head for another mighty blow, the
270 Bear swung his sling 'round his head three times. The stone lay in the middle
271 of the rope. He hurled the stone as fiercely as he could, ignoring the scream-
272 ing of his muscles. The rock flew through the air toward the end of the
273 tunnel.
274
275 It landed directly in the dragon's eye with a loud 'squish!', quickly followed
276 by a tremendous scream that knocked Bear off his feet. He quickly righted him-
277 self, and dashed, and then crawled, toward the entrance to the grotto where the
278 dragon of Fendarr shrieked in pain and surprise, thrashing its body and
279 gigantic tail all around the huge room...
280
281 000000000000000000 THE BEAR 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
282 up 50
283 oops
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285
286 In defense of lefties, a service station attendant once told me that
287 all left-handed people are geniuses.... of course he was left-handed. Now,
288 I wouldn't go that far, but reflect on the lefties you know.... they're all
289 a little different, right? Well, maybe a lot different. But if you had to
290 cope in a world set up for right handers, you might be different too.
291 Scissors that don't fit your hand, notebooks with the little wire thingies
292 on the wrong side, and even in grade school... desks built only for writing
293 with the right hand. With all those obstacles, lefties are forces to
294 become a little more resourceful than the normal human being.
295 As for the self-love crack, I must protest. Honest, when I lock myself
296 in the bathroom, I'm only meditating.
297 Dr. Frankenstupe
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300 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
301
302 Me, a cop? How absurd! (Hmmm.... where did that rubber hose go?)
303
304 Oh yes, Pam.... how did that last spell turn out? I hope the stale
305 toad's feet didn't botch things up.
306
307 Mohammed Wassir
308 <The Amused Albanian>
309 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
310
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312 re Mr. Casey?"
313 "Yup, that's me, Casey Casey, first names same as the last."
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316 g is really a thing taken for granted. I've never
317 gotten any paticular joy from poetry (other than Stephen Crane's
318 "I saw a man" or Douglas Adams's "Ode to a lump of..." well, anyway,
319 I also liked Byrce's work), but just a story, done with artistry and
320
individuality makes brings unspeakable joy to me. The English
321 language, though, has some problems. It's rules and proceadures
322 are enough to make a writer learn to write in another language. The
323 only good thing about the english language, are the artistry in it's
324 characters and symbols...
325
Don't pay any attention to this, I'm just testing my
326 ability to "stuff" with SideKick.
327 PEN NAME
328 (Torture #356:Trying to suck jell-o through a coffee straw.)
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334 cats too for do i
335 and unseemly may the door be
336 is as was as such is for
337 for too i in ponds do look
338 upon lilypads and flowing brook
339 may polyponds and blessed be
340 the book of tree and
341 tea for three.
342
343 ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() C O P Y R I G H T ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
344 *****************************************************************************
345 ER, UH...
346 Did Ii (<=Note) miss something there?
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351 FB OM ES CALL HR IS KA6FRT FB ON RIG. BEAM UP ABT 30 FT ES TEMP IS NICE
352 76 76 DEG. QTH TU ES TNX FER CALL.
353 GOTTA GO, BUT 73 73 ES GIVE 88S TO CHERYL. K
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356 Emu: It's "torture", a "torcher" is someone who uses a torch.... Of course
357 you could use a torcher to torture (yech!)
358 ______________________Leonard__JD 2446375.8096_______________________
359 :::::=====:::::=====
360 "You ARE here, yes. And I am joyful at your presence. Thank the
361 StarGods that I have the privelidge to be here at the Inn."
362 Sending is confusing, and I haven't quite gotten the hang of it, and so my
363 little message didn't exactly come out quite right....or so I gathered by the puzzled look of the elven mystic.
364 "Er...Zephyr...." and he repeated the "lost inn the translation" message.
365 "You...here,-es. Am thank-"
366 Whoops.
367 Sometimes even the most ambitious attempts can foul up. Murphy's Law:
368 Anything that can go wrong will probably do so if it finds that it will cause
369 you considerable embarrasment.
370 "Forgive me, Dreamtoucher..I-"
371 .....and I sensed it again. A presence. Whirling about above my head
372 ...yet not there at all. Sight, smell,
373 and all my senses saidt otherwise, but the fact remained that there was some
374 other *PERSON* here besides Dreamtoucher
375 and his wolfian companion!
376 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
377 Frank, oh Frank why don't you come out of hiding and set the story straight. Tell us all how as a little test in
378 humanity you threw at the good users of Backwater the most perverse biographies ever told. Relate those details,
379 those juicy details of what you did and how you did it and who you did it with. Perhaps you expected compassion
380 for your problems? Instead you got offers of free surgery, without the added cost of anesthesia. Everyone was
381 so willing to help you solve your little problems, of course what they thought as help you might think of as
382 something entirely different. Frank, your messages caused us all to think a bit and examine our own morals. A
383 sense of introspection swept over the system as you continued to provoke attacks with your continual defense of
384 your particular perversions. Then suddenly you went away, but not before you took a parting shot at all the
385 people who reacted with such violence towards your leanings. One last parting shot, not unlike that famous
386 sportscaster who never played the game. Everyone deserved it. Hardly a person understood what you were trying
387 to do. No, you did more than try, you succeeded. You managed to lift the facade that we all wear and expose
388 our true feelings on a very delicate subject. You did something that all the wit and story and conversation that
389 had gone on before failed to accomplish. Congratulations Frank. You did well, but people forget. Maybe it is
390 time to remind them.
391
392 FYI
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394 Hey thar Emu, don't let these nit-picks get you down. Leonard is just jealous
395 he didn't think of torching someone first. Remember, those who protest too
396 much often find great solace in the missteps of others.
397 French Toast
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399 Specialized Torture #45781 : Force a true hacker (in the old sense of the
400 word) to write matrix manipulation code on a Timex/Sinclair, Adam, Vic-20, or
401 (worst of all) a Commodore 64. Then force him to make it work.
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403 Worst? Of all the ones mentioned, it at least has the possiblity of it
404 even being possible!
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407 I wish none of this had happened. Through my unbridled anger
408 and my own stupidity I've lost the best friend I have. Maybe
409 I was wrong, maybe I shouldn't have said anything. But it is
410 too late now. Now I can only wonder at the results of my
411 foolish actions. All of the happy times destroyed. Is there
412 nothing left my friend? Is this the end? To be left alone
413 with only the ring of my own anguished screem echoing in my
414 ears? The house is empty, and even the carpet doesn't muffle
415 the sound of my ploding step. The walls only stare back at me
416 in their indifference. I wish I could reverse time, to undo
417 the damage. Where are you my friend, where have you gone?
418 Judy
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422 The young man sat motionless on the straw mat, staring into
423
424 space, staring into the past. Across the stone floor a rat glared
425
426 at him, baleful,red eyed,unseen. And the hours passed. Dawn.
427
428 The stillness is punctuated by the shrill cry of Bluejays, and far
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430 away, the laughter of children at play.
431
432 The young man hears not the sounds drifting through the barred
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434 window high above him. So deep is his reverie that he feels neither the
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436 welts on his back or the shackles upon his feet.
437
438 How did you know?...
439
440 In the blackness that surrounds him, he sees not the distant mountains
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442 shining blue as the Arian sun melts their winter coat... the Crocuses
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444 dotting the fields with splashes of purple and gold.
445
446 Far beyond the despair that tears at every fiber of his being is the
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448 promise of new life,beyond his knowing was the dream of the people
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450 his people. For them, there would be no new life. He had failed.
451
452 The young man shuddered inside as the memories flooded his mind again
453
454 and again, from the time his father had given him the map, and then
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456 gone away again, the village elders, and their teachings, the ring
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458 they had given him, and the long journey to the mountains, the
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460 pasageway to the valley beyond, and the secret of the Vernal Equinox.
461
462 Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered his companion who had drowned
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464 and the mysterious rescue from the storm...
465
466 Why would they not believe him?...
467
468 The crash of a door thrown open brought him back
469
470 and the young man was once again filled with fear. What would they do to him thi
471
472 There must be a way to escape...
473
474 2BCONT'D
475 [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] [*=*] [*=*]
476 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
477 [*=*]: Could you maybe be a little less wasteful of space whan you return?
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479 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
480 To [*=*]: To amplify the above -- each disk has only 629 lines available.
481 When you enter a double-spaced entry, you eat up half the space with no
482 return. You'll find the group here quite jealous of this limited resource.
483 pppppppppppppppppppppp
484 The piper sat, back to the wall next to the door opening, holding his torn-
485 open wound, stauching the blood with direct pressure. As the group around
486 Trainor began their psychic surgery, the silence was broken only by the
487 thick sound of half-congealed blood dropping and staining the richly inlaid
488 floor of the corridor. The pain and loss of blood had weakened him, leaving
489 him light-headed and filled with lassitude. He relaxed and watched the scene
490 with half-lidded eyes.
491 Life has shown that a dimunition of physical prowess sometimes leads to
492 the sharpening of the non-physical senses. Many of the noted psycic exp-
493 lorers have been frail or physically ill -- as though the mind compensates
494 for the bodily weakness and becomes pernaturally sensitive. Feeling, at
495 once, separate from and an integral part of the unfolding scene, the piper
496 watched the unfolding drama in front of him, a silent spectator at a living
497 play, a voiceless critic at the drama of life.
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500 Mikey:Thanks for the info on the games. We can talk more Thursday at PCS is
501
502 whoops- if you are going to be there. I will bring your disks then too. C U
503 Voyeur: Any chance of you being at PCS on Thursday?
504 Milch:Will try to meet to meet you at PSU sometime soon. Where are you these
505 days?
506 %)_#@*%)_@#*%_)@#*^_)@#*)_@*%@# L'homme sans Parity *%#@_*%_@#%*@#_)%*@_)%*@_#
507 JJJJ
508 HHH
509 To amplify the amplification on the wasted space... not only did you waste all
510 sorts of space with the double spacing, but your writing style is full of fancy
511 words and style, and little substance. Which often seems to be the case with
512 people who are trying to cover up the fact that they are saying nothing.
513
514 Bluster 'em with b.s. as they say. Oh, and one more, double extra space was
515 wasted because of goofballs like me and the folks above who then have to com-
516 plain about it!
517 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
518 -------plus------------plus------------+----------+--------cross--------------
519 Stupidity no. 123: Actually attempting to suck up jello through a straw.
520
521 Stupidity no. 324: People who put down Commodore. Hey, they're cheap, they can
522 handle just about any program, and they're the best selling computer in the
523 world! These people are the sameones who complain about McDonalds while their
524 mouths are stuffed with Big Macs.
525 Hey, it may not be gourmet... but they have their place!
526
527 So why don't you let those poor folks who can't fork out $5,000 for a little
528 quicker machine enjoy theirs! Volkswagens, McDonalds, K-Mart, Commodore---
529 they all make more money than anyone else because they fill a *need*. Besides,
530 America was bui lt on cheap dependibility (Chevy Ford etc.) not Rolls Royces
531 or Rolexes. Sad fact for some maybe, but it's true.
532
533 +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-
534 Stupidity no. 4352: The cats poem somewhere (and hopefully lost) above
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536 :;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;
537 One more on the lefty question:
538 I was the one who made the crazy comments about lefties being rapists, etc.
539 Why? No, I'm not dumb enough to believe it, but it was simply to illustrate
540 how one insane voice gets heard over and over again by the people who shout
541 their objections... despite the obvious insanity in the original comment!
542
543 I once entered a matchmaker BBS, you know, the X-rated kind people use for 2
544 weeks and then get bored with. Anyway, I made some public comment that all
545 homosexuals should be shot, etc. The result was that a bored, very few
546 messages left system was suddenly flooded with comments... adding a great deal
547 of publicity to the original comments!
548
549 The same goes for those stupid BBS busters- as soon as they do their thing
550 everyone writes about it and they get all the attention they crave!
551
552 And how 'bout the KKK, white supremecy groups, terrorists, etc. If we, and
553 especially the media, but people as a whole ignore such infantile attention-
554 getters, wouldn't that take all the wind out of their sails?
555
556 So next time, remember. When an idiotic, short-sighted, prejudicial comment is
557 made... just ignore it! The commenter will be so blustered he/she will rarely
558 try it again!
559
560 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
561
562 ...All computer freaks are wimps!!!!!
563
564 Oh? Really?
565 ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
566 Through me you pass into the woeful city
567 Through me you pass into eternal pain
568 Through me you go amid those lost forever
569 ustice it was that moved my Great Creator;
570 ower divine and highest wisdom made me
571 gether with God's own primeval love.
572 efore me there was nothing save those things
573 ernal, and eternal I endure.
574 l hope abandon, ye who enter here.
575
576 -Dante-
577 ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
578 Hmmm..... Doesn't look like it worked. I think Backwater is a little
579 slow at picking up things at the beginning of a line. See what we can
580 do about it on this end. Just an expiriment.
581 ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
582 My Old man.... He's a workaholic
583 You mention work and he gets drunk.
584
585 <<:********************************************************:>>
586 This is a trip! The Frank Hoax finally plays its self out after
587 all these months. An imposter attempts to pull off a Frank. Then
588 turns around and takes credit for the writing. I love it. More
589 later.
590
591 Grand D
592 <<:********************************************************:>>
593 It is my understanding that the Grand Dragon Master HATES Enter
594 Only.
595 Monsieur D'Autun
596 ===============
597
598 That's understandable when you consider that he down-
599 load. Enter Only is a real pain when it's the editing that makes
600 your stuff good.
601
602 LeRoy McKane
603 ***************************************************************
604
605 """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
606 To person above talking about publicity. Yes, that is very true,
607 the current problem of that sort is with the AIDS thing. The hystaria
608 that is going on about that is largely the result of a very irresponisble
609 media. They are simply unwilling to talk about the real problem. They
610 are looking so despiritly for the cause of the problem other than the
611 real one that exists. To put it in perpective, The chances over your life
612 of being struck by lightning are 100,000 to 1 the chance of contacting
613 AIDS is 1 million to 1. And if you understand the aspect of AIDS, for
614 most people it is even less of a chance. The reason why is that AIDS
615 simply cannot exist outside of the body fluids (blood) it self destructs.
616 A cover story on the lastest Discover magazine says it very well,
617 AIDS is the fatal risk of anal intercourse. The story goes on to reasonably
618 coverage of the subject at hand. If your interested in the subject,
619 it might be worthwhile picking up a copy.
620 """"""""""""""""""""""""""" fred """""""""""""""""""""""""""""
621 The thing with AIDS tho, is that the numbers are growing, and are perhaps larger
622 than your figures would indicate. If as many people were hit by lightning as
623 are now contacting AIDS, the numbers growing at the same rate, you can bet your
624 buns there'd be all sorts of hype of that as well.
625 But take note... first VD... naw, that won't stop our fornication. Okay, how
626 about something permanent? Herpes! That oughta stop 'em. No, I like my lust too
627 much... it's worth the risk.
628 Okay fine... how 'bout risk of death! Well....
629 Isn't God trying to tell us something???????????
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