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20 """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
21 heres my first story
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24
25 The smoke-filled court room hung with tension. Draped in
26 ries, sitting in his soft, leather chair, sat the judge with
27 ok of superiority. Squirming in their allotted seats the jury
28 tened unwillingly, often scribbling on their little note-pads or
29 tifling a smirk. The defendent sat cross legged, without a
30 chair, dressed in rags. While the plaintiff, clad in 3-peice
31 suit, covered with jewels and rubies sat and looked mean at the
32 .
33 d after enslaving his people and sending soldiers after the
34 fleeing survivors, Mr. Pharoh had the gall to send the stock
35 market tumbling down in shambles just to cripple my client
36 ncially." spoke Karl Ikabode, lawyer, soldier of fortune,
37 trickster and your basic HOW-DO-I-GET-ENOUGH-MONEY-TO-
38 THAT-NEW-PLANET-IN-3000 B.C. sort of person.
39 "And that "little" act if indescretion as the prosecuter so
40 wrongfully put it is what sent the U.S.A plummeting into what was
41 as the great depression, and with an illegal time machine,
42 en!."he continued "the defense rests."
43 "I will inform you of my decision tomorrow at 10:00 A.M"
44 tated the judge and lumbered off to have a martini.
45 "We have this case in the wineskine, so to speak Mr. Moses"
46 Ikabode said confidently, helping his client to his feet "I will
47 ou tomorrow at 9:00 A.M" and briskly walked off to buy a new
48 t in 3000 B.C.
49 """""""""""""""""""""""""""constable""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
50 that didnt work!!!
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53 Damn! I must of just missed that last disk. Fellow adventurers, I'm
54 embarrased to ask, but did I miss anything on the disk previous to the
55 current B disk? It's nice to see all of the creative activity at the
56 Inn, but sometimes I can't quite keep up...
57 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.Emu
58 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
59 constable: When you upload to BW, you must have a short delay after each
60 <cr><lf>, because it takes a while for the disk head to get to the next
61 sector. Each line takes one 128 byte sector, whether it's two bytes
62 or 100 bytes.
63
64 Someday, someone will have to tell me about the McKane incident...
65 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>...!psu-cs!nelsons<><><><><><>
66 """"""""""""""""""Someone Of Little Importance was here...
67 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
68
69 Phantom 429
70 by
71 John Silverman
72 (Part 8)
73
74 "Brrrrr... Brrrrr..."
75 The wind howled outside and dime-sized drops spattered my window. I finally put the phone down. She hadn't said
76 she was going anywhere tonight. It was strange. Strange and I didn't get along very well these days. Maybe she had
77 talked to somebody on the radio. I switched on my Yaesu and turned it to channel 20, where she usually talked.
78 Crazy Daisy was on, talking to somebody I couldn't hear. Daisy was an older woman that I didn't care for very much
79 but Jen talked to her a lot. I suppose I might have liked Daisy better if she used a different handle. Then again,
80 maybe not. I picked up the mike and asked her if she had talked to Jen lately.
81 "Why yes, I did. Just a little while ago, in fact. She was in her car, going to meet someone."
82 This didn't sound good. "Who?"
83 "She had finally talked that awful spook into staying in one spot long enough to go meet him. I hope she'll be
84 able to stop him finally. He's been causing so much-"
85 "Oh, my God." I didn't listen to the rest of her monologue. My insides had sudenly turned to ice. It took forever
86 for the old bag to shut up so I could ask her, "Where did she go? Did she say?"
87 "No, she didn't say. But I think they were going to try to stay in contact on eleven-"
88 I didn't even wait for her to finish. I spun the dial savagely, overshot the channel, and had to come back again.
89 "Hello? Jennifer! Are you here?" No response. The channel was dead. My heart was hammering in my throat. It was
90 maddening to just sit there, but there were far to may places she could have gone. The radio was my best chance. "Has
91 anybody out there seen or heard Lady Couger tonight?"
92 Missle Commander answered immediately. Missle Commander was an obnoxious little punk a couple years younger than
93 me that I argued with a lot. "I know where she is." He piped up in that squeaky little rat voice of his.
94 "You do? Where?"
95 "Right here with me!"
96 I should have know better than to listen to him but I was too upset to think. "What the hell's she doing over
97 there with you!?"
98 "Here, I'll let you listen." A second later grotesque sucking noises came out of my speaker. After a few moments
99 of that, I heard his voice again. "Ohhhh, that feels SO good! That's what she's doing." In the background there was
100 male laughter.
101 I didn't even wast my time cussing him out. I spun the dial from 1 to 40, listening for her voice. Or his
102 voice.
103 I hit paydirt on my third time around. I couldn't hear him, but I heard her clearly. She sounded like she was in
104 ecstacy. "I'm on my way, Roy! We'll be together soon! I can't wait!"
105 "NOOO!" I yelled. I think my sanity was beginning to come apart a little then.
106 "Jim! What are you doing here?"
107 "Don't do it! He's dead, don't you see? The only way you can join him is if you die, too!"
108 Her reply chilled me to the bone. "As long as I can be with him, I don't care!"
109 "What about me, goddamit?!"
110 "I'm sorry, Jim." was all she would say.
111 The Roy's voice came to me, stronger than hell. It sounded like he was in the room with me. "I told you I was
112 coming for her, Jamesy old boy. Interfere now and I'll send you to a place you never counted on!"
113 "You son of a bitch!" I yelled. "You're dead, dammit! DEAD! You have no right! Go back to hell where you came from
114 and leave us alone!"
115 "No. You leave us alone." A shower of sparks exploded from my thousand doller radio. A huge jolt of electricity
116 shot through the microphone and into me, knocking me on my ass. The radio was useless now, black smoke boiling up from
117 the back.
118 I sat on the floor, cradling my burned hand and crying pitfully. It was hopeless. He had her in some kind of
119 spell. I didn't even know where she was to stop her. I was powerless to save the woman I loved.
120 Or was I?
121 Maybe I didn't know where she was at the moment, but I did know where to find him. About twenty blocks over and
122 six feet down.
123 I was out of there like a rocket.
124
125 (TO BE CONTINUED...)
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127 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$
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129 """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
130 The smoke-filled court room hung with tension. Draped in fineries,
i
131 periority. Squirming in their allotted seats the jury listened unwil
132 lingly, often scribbling on their little note-pads or stifling a smirk.
133 The defendent sat cross legged, without a chair, dressed in rags.
134 hile the plaintiff, clad in 3-peice suit, covered with jewels and
135 rubies sat and looked mean at the judge.
136 "and after enslaving his people and sending soldiers after the
le
137 tumbling down in shambles just to cripple my client financially." spoke
138 Karl Ikabode, lawyer, soldier of fortune, writer, trickster and your
139 asic HOW-DO-I-GET-ENOUGH-MONEY-TO-BUY-THAT-NEW-PLANET-IN-3000 B.C.
140 sort of person.
141 "And that "little" act if indescretion as the prosecuter so
142 wrongfully put it is what sent the U.S.A plummeting into what was known
s
143 continued "the defense rests."
144 "I will inform you of my decision tomorrow at 10:00 A.M" stated the
145 ge and lumbered off to have a martini.
146 "We have this case in the wineskine, so to speak Mr. Moses" Ikabode
147
said confidently, helping his client to his feet "I will see yo
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148 3000 B.C. with the gold moses had paid him in advance for his defense.
149 Walking past the large, ornate carvings of naked women in front of
150 the courthouse, Ikabode felt a solid shoe on his somewhat soft stomach.
151 runting in pain he doubled over as his attacker neared, then
152 sprang upon the unsuspecting thug. Dodging another kick, Ikabode
153
crashed his fist into the attackers nose, spurting blood over th
e
154 Looking around to make sure no one saw him he quickly slipped the thugs
155 wallet out of his pocket and walked calmly away.
156
'""""""""""""""""constable"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
157 IT STILL DIDNT WORK! AWE SHUCKS, BUT I CAN TRY
158 AGIAN.
159 Please! Wait for another disk...
160
161 Oh well.
162
163 @*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*
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165
166 The Bear squinted far up the tunnel, straining to see the marchers. He was
167 squatting by the stream, but he knew there must be better cover. He stood and
168 scurried to the side of the tunnel, in the middle of two of the torches, where
169 neither light could quite penetrate.
170
171 He hunched up against the wall, standing, with one hand on his sword. The
172 rhythmic marching of the footsteps came closer. Bear looked down, and could
173 see a worn path not ten feet in front of him. He pressed back against the side
174 of the cave as much as possible, but
175 he knew it would only be the Ladyship's Luck that would keep him from being
176 spied by one of the marchers.
177
178 The sounds grew closer. He was just around a slight bend of the wall, so he
179 couldn't see what kind of being made the sound until they were nearly upon
180 him. Suddenly he saw the first marchers. They were walking two abreast, and
181 were definitely humanoid. Each man rested a sword on his shoulder. They
182 stared straight ahead as they marched with precise skill, grim countenances
183 staring straight ahead. Not a word, no one counting time. Just simple, eerie,
184 marching.
185
186 The column past. Two. Four. Six. The Bear counted... twelve, fourteen.
187 On they marched, none of them looking to either side, which was Bear's only
188 hope for staying hidden. He noted their milky white uniforms- each exactly
189 the same, each with one black stripe down the side, but otherwise drab. Even
190 their boots were the same color.
191
192 As the eleventh pair passed, Bear barely breathing, even squinting his eyes
193 in case their whites might glint, one of the soldiers coughed quietly and
194 turned his head slightly to the side. Toward Bear. Bear froze.
195
196 Their eyes met, and the soldier hesitated. Bear hesitated for a second, unsure
197 whether the man would simply pass, or cry out an alarm.
198
199 When the man's mouth opened in a silent 'O', Bear lept from the side of the
200 wall, sword unsheathing at the same time. With one quick stroke, he lopped
201 off the suprised man's head, still with the 'O' formed at the mouth, but
202 no sound ever reached the lips. With a blur of speed, Bear slashed again, at
203 the man who was behind his first victim. Another thrust, and a third was down.
204
205 But by that time, the commotion had caused the other soldiers to turn, and
206 gather their senses. Swords withdrew, and the soldiers attacked Bear.
207
208 Another slash of the sword, and another, but soon the numbers were two great
209 for Bear. Three swords pointed straight at his throat, four more at his
210 heart. At Bear's feet lay five men.
211
212 Without a word, without hardly a change in facial expression, the men stripped
213 him of his sword, and bound him with a rope with seemed to almost magically
214 appear from the crowd of soldiers surrounding Bear. The tied his wrists behind
215 him with a vicious tug, and then wrapped several more coils around his body.
216
217 With a jab of a sword in his back, Bear was pushed on, downriver the way
218 the soldiers had been marching. Bear looked at his captors, puzzled. Not a
219 sound, save their marching boots. They barely looked at him, and would no
220 t meet his eyes.
221
222 And they marched on, down the river, from a place Bear did not know, to a
223 place he did not know. And the quiet river flowed lazily by, and the only
224 sound were the precise clomping of 42 feet.
225
226 00000000000000000000000000000 THE BEAR 000000000000000000000000000000000000000
227 Sound was...
228
229 Where was 'all allowed' when I needed it? This time especially.... sorry for
230 all the goofs folks...
231
232 BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
233 BBBBBBBBBB BETWEEN BROTHERS BBBBBBB
234
235 Nov. 15, 1975
236 Dear Steve,
237
238 Well, gee. I still haven't heard from you. I understand that you probably feel it's my assignment and you don't have to
239 bother with it, so why write back, right?
240
241 Well, I'll tell you why mister. I'm your brother. Doesn't that count for anything anymore? I mean, we had the same mother, and
242 Dad insists he fathered us both, and, well, it just means a lot to me, y'know?
243
244 I just, just, well, I always hated your guts to tell you the truth. You always got everything, all the new clothes, you
245 got to watch your TV shows, you even got first pick on all the girls. Well, I'll tell you something buster. Remember
246 when you we up and there was shaving cream in your ear? And when you stood up you stepped in mushed-up bananas on the floor? And247 then after you managed to slip and slide your way into the bathrooom and took a shower there was red dye in the shower
248 head? And when you reached for the towel there was honey all over it? And when you ran upstairs to try and find me Mom
249 grounded you for a week for making such a mess, and you missed that big party?
250
251 Well, that wasn't me. That was my friend Ricky Robbins.
252
253 But I woulda done it. I hate you Steve. I hate the way you look, I hate your nose. I always hated your nose, it looks
254 like a big slug landed on your face. So just go chew up some mothballs Steve. I never want to see you again!
255
256 Hatefully,
257 Your (former) Brother.
258
259 PS Mom wants to know if you're coming home for Christmas.
260
261 BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
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268 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
269 i love all of this new stuff up recently, these stories really beat the
270 religion debate....when is this 'phantom 409' or whatever going to get really
271 active, as not much is really going on...
272 hey, who am i too talk though? i havent put up much of anything yet.
273 ok, here goes something......
274
275 the lint
276 the lint is invading,
277 capturing evrything,
278 what will it get nex
279 well, not so good i guess. oh well.
280 jcp1
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285 @#/?
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287 """"""""""""""""""Should I Write Or Should I Lurk? SOLI...
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290 Is this border taken?
291 If not, it is now...
292 Steve and Perry you may consider this a clue||
293
294 Kristi
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297 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
298 What? I thought Lem was practially unknown. I'm currently on a Heinlein
299 binge, reading whatever I can get my hands on. Not much, so far.
300 +++++++++++++
301 In one of the darker corners of the Inn, upon a table currently unoccupied,
302 a small vellum scroll slowly drifted into being. Its struggle for existence
303 was clear; it dimmed several times, only to return a bit stronger than before.
304 At last, it was completely solid. As if on cue, it unrolled itself flat upon
305 the oak surface, to allow anyone who cared to read it:
306 'Dear friends,
307 I am arriving soon in my new transport. Please tell Bert Rebalsa and
308 Stan Wendill that I have something extremely important to tell them when I
309 arrive.
310 Milch'
311 The scroll remained for a few moments, and indeed a passing ant paused for aa
312 few moments to peruse the paper. Then, more rapidly than it arrived, the
313 scroll lost it's hard-won existence and misted into nothingness.
314 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++ 23 Nov 85, 9:35pm +++++++++
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324 i have heard a radio broadcast of heinlein's and thought that it was very good.
325 it was called 'by his bootstraps' or something to that power ('by his bootstraps ^3' haha).
326 anyway, i really should do some more reading up on all of the books that ive always wanted to,
327 instead of bbsing, so i guess that is what im gonna go do. later daze,
328 jim price
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330 ***************recovery-mode*********kathyD************************************
331 "="...... ?
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361 Milchar: Lem unknown? Blasphamy! Shoot that man. Or at least give him a
362 sausage. Have you read any "Prix" stories? As in "Tales of.." or
363 "Albatross" (Albatross, Albatross! I'll take two please? Do you
364 Wafers with that?) Heinlen's future was one of ironic paradoxes.
365 The achievements were great, but the use and purpose uncertain....
366 But Lem, Lem writes his future as a not-so-distant or certaintly
367 not so cr
368 (creative? Give it up...your tired and your fingers are strangers.)
369 TUG BOAT: What's up? When do we see the next part of your story? When do we
370 get our "you-know-what" up and running? Questions, questions....
371 All: Expect another story soon! (Hide the kids, kill the lights, take a
372 long vacation)
373
374 When the temp. reaches my shoe size, I move.
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The "=" was a glich I'll bet -- just more garbage in the midsts of fakery.
378 :ARoNov:
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380 aha lennerds back.
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382 """"""""""""""""""SOLI...
383 (<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<>
384
385 My dearest Bruce,
386 Everything is going according to your masterful plan. Delta 5 is
387 rushing to Switzerland bent on destroying McKane. He will be disappointed,
388 I fear. Leroy is still in hiding and d'Autun is managing a sausage factory
389 in the south of France. Projections indicate they will sit this one out,
390 but one can never tell about Leroy.
391 The plot to assasinate Wassir failed as you expected. Poor Johann and
392 Guido, they never had a chance against the Albanian. He and the Bolivian
393 woman are expected to check-in at the Bogart Arms tomorrow. Be careful with
394 those two, I cannot project their actions with any reliability. No need to
395 fret about Salazar, he's still wandering around the Amazon puckerbrush,
396 chasing Herr Rommel's secretary.... a romantic fool to the end.
397 Both the NET and Underground are showing a heightened activity level.
398 It is safe to assume that their agents will be involved in the affair soon,
399 not that it will do them any good.
400 I do have one bone to pick with you. The Extra Edge (tm) computer
401 you stuck me with is a dog. 2K of RAM and Bronx Basic don't give me alot
402 to work with. All the blasted thing will print out is "BEAT ME BIG BOY".
403 Don't we have room in the budget for a nice Atari?
404 Give my regards to Professor Stuffit. I'm sure you'll convince him
405 to help us in short order. Speaking of short, the shipment of zirconium-
406 encrusted elevator shoes is enroute and should arrive at about the same
407 time as the pin-tailed ducks.
408 With all my love,
409 China Blue
410
411 (<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<*>)(<>
412
413 Hmmmm. Why is BW shooting data down the line so much faster? Is it now
414 on a hard disk? RAM disk? New diskette drives? New machine?
415 -just_curious-
416 `P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P`P
417 Maybe with this cold you're just reading slower...
418
419 Speaking of which, this &'&")("!!! cold has got me real screwed up. To save
420 money, we're heating the house with nothing but firewood. Which was great
421 when it was 56 degrees outside. Now... it's a challenge. But we still
422 haven't turned it on! More sweaters... more wood, longer hot showers... more
423 heating pads... cheating by drying our hair longer with the blow dryer...
424 but still no electric heat!
425
426 However, we may not have heat, but don't tell my dog. The stupid bitch
427 (Mikey- that's not a swear word. She really is one!) decided this would
428 be a great time to go into heat. And just when we sealed the deck off
429 (where she normally resides during the drip-drip-drip of heat... if you've
430 never had a dog in heat... you can't appreciate the grossity of the
431 bloody (that can either be a swear word, English style, or an adjective
432 properly describing the situation) situation.
433
434 Anyway, so here she is, we have to keep her indoors (else her rear might
435 freeze to the ground at night), but since it's Sunday and we're broke until
436 tomorrow we can't go get any of those doggie diapers (they really do have
437 them). So we took some old underwear, cut a hole in the back for her tail,
438 and hoped to catch most of the, uh, residue that way.
439
440 Only a partial success... and a hilarious looking dog. And we have to slip
441 the dumb thing off everytime she wants to go outside and poop.
442
443 And we can't lock her in a back room because last time we did that she
444 chewed the frame off and then part of the door, and finally got out during
445 the middle of the night. It was with her puppies who then ran around the
446 house pooping and peeing all over the place.
447
448 I love my dog.
449
450 @p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p pooped out @p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p@p
451
452 on
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454 *==================================*
455 *= =*
456 *= Why Don't We Start A BBS With =*
457 *= Just New BBS's Around The Area =*
458 *= For All Systems Apple,IBM,Etc. =*
459 *= I Think That Would Take Alot =*
460 *= Off The Sysop's If Anyone WHas =*
461 *= A BBS Prg That Is Just A Msg. =*
462 *= I Would Start One! =*
463 *= =*
464 *=--------------------------------=*
465 *= =*
466 *= If Anyone Would Like To Leave =*
467 *= Me Feedback Call This System =*
468 *= And Leave Me Feedback =*
469 *= =*
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471 *= =*
472 *= B I T B U C K E T =*
473 *= 254-xxxx =*
474 *= =*
475 *= Sean Mott 43 =*
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480 Pooped Out: Your little piece was enjoyed. One of the better laughs
481 I have had. I hope that was the right thing to do, seeing as how it is
482 your life. -Tanya
483 . . . . you know how the rest of the boarder goes, I'm not going to bother
484 No! I don't know how it goes! Tell me! Tell me! I can't stand the suspense!
485
486 ______________________________JD 2446394.7448______________________________
487 sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
488 Heading for his three-wheeler, Ralph loped down the front steps, his
489 Panama hat in hand and his fake leopard skin briefcase chained to his
490 wrist. No heat stroke for this ace Fuller Brush man. No sirree. He didn't
491 care a whit that in this dust bowl paradise, Fresno to the locals, Grit
492 Pits to the visitors, it was 110 in the shade. Only crazies biked anywhere.
493 Organics, too. No, Ralph, the Fuller Brush man, had a job to do. He'd
494 stay as cool as a dog's nose in June.
495 While Millie fixed his poached egg (two and a half minutes maz-- that
496 way the white stayed slippery and he was convinced that real men eat the
497 jelly white when it's googly), Ralph outlined in day-glo green on his Stan
498 Wiley foldout the neighborhood for the day's big sell: foxtail brushes in
499 four sizes and Puce Blue painy. Ralph pronounced it Puke Blue because he
500 liked the sound of the two words together and couldn't remember puce.
501 Ralph believed himself to be the picture of success. Now, he bought
502 whenever he wanted pairs of plain pants from the Arnold Palmer Sportsman
503 Shop at Sears. Millie got the Helene Curtis manicure set she coveted.
504 Ralph, Jr. spent nearly all his free time with the vintage erector set
505 Ralph gave him last Christmas. When he couldn't fiddle around with the set,
506 Ralph, Jr. complained that he had to take the garbage out too often and
507 that the kids at school called him "Patsy." Butch, the pimply stud in
508 Block 3, especially tormented him. "Hay Patsy, your old man got stopped
509 by the cops for speeding." That was usually the opener.
510 It's true Ralph got stopped but not for speeding. His three wheeler
511 made people stare. Maybe it was the fake leopard skin briefcase; maybe it
512 was the iridescent pink safety flag with the skull and crossbones. Well
513 Ralph had a job to do. He had Puke and Foxtail to sell today.
514
515 Shelley
516 sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
517 *)_%$*#%)_*@_)%*#_)@*%_)@#*%)!#*%_@)#*%@#^_@)#^*&@)_#*^)_*^!_)#^*@_*^@_)^*@
518 Kristi: Got it. Go ahead. Your pathway is clear of obstruction. Boarders
519 make clear when an entry starts and stops, but they never define
520 the writer. Waiting...
521 Mikey: Should I even dare ask about AdventureWare? Naaaaa.
522 (%_)(_)$(#_)%*$_)^&_@)*^_@#) L'homme sans Parity *%#)_*%@%_)!*%_!)%_@)*%@*%
523 ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Lurking to look ..... |||||||||||||||||||
524 ` [*=*] D [*=*] ` DDD
525
526 As the XKE slid around the corner onto Westlake Avenue, the driver frantically sca
527 He was going the wrong way. In his haste to get away from the minor incident at the Warwick, he had made a
528 wrong turn. He was headed toward Lake Union, and the floating bridge, that would take him to Belleview
529 and he had little time to waste. The bright yellow Jaguar stood out like a neon sign, that every cop
530 in Seattle
531 would be looking for. Soon. The last thing he needed was to have to take out a couple cops. He flew past
532 the marina, and a First Interstate Bank, and then it hit him-THE CANNISTER!. He hadn't had the time to search the
533 two men he had killed, and he had to get that nerve gas. And the formula that was inside.
534
535
536 Something was nagging at him, and he was almost fratic in his attempt to -THE KEYS! He slammed on the brakes, spun
537 the XKE into the parking lot of Charley's and leapt out. The valet would park it if he could find the keys-they were
538 strewn about the car as Delta Five ripped from the chain the one he wanted. The one that he had seen hnging there
539 when he first started up the Jaguar. That was what had been nagging at him-it was a key to a safe deposit box...
540
541 Delta walked almost casually into the restaurant his outward calmness belying the near panic inside him.
542 He went to the bar and ordered a Budweiser, and then got up, as if to visit the restroom, but slipped out the side
543 door, and, walking bask up Westlake, hailed a cab. "Vance Hotel, and I'll pay the speeding ticket", he said, as he
544 handed the driver a fifty. Delta checked into the once fashionable but now decaying hotel, and hurried up to room 410.
545 A few minutes later, he hung up the phone. He ha the information he wanted. Leaving through the kitchen entrance
546 he flagged another cab, and an hour and a half later, he was in Portland. On the plane, he had made a rough but fective
547 sketch, and took this to a machine shop near 150th and Burnside. The five one hundred dollar bills he handed the shop
548 foreman confirmed what Delta already knew. It would be ready in an hour. Operating as if there were no time left
549 he caught another cab to a nearby shopping center, and at a coin shop, he bought an assortment of old coins, picked
550 up a five pound hammer at a hardware store, and headed back to the machine shop...
551 Another upload that almost worked...
552 OKAYI'LLDOYOURBORDERFORYOU
553
554 Obviously Mr. Bit Bucket, while having some sort of an idea (I can't say its a good one, because it's hard to decipher
555 what the heck he had to say; although I assume he was referring to another Backwater(?)), has no idea as to the
556 preciousness of space on a system such as this. Theatrics acknowledged Mr. Mott, but they obscure your original
557 question.
558
559 NOWTHISISMYBORDER
560
561 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
562 zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
563 Here I am, late at night. my homework is not done that was
564 due last friday. My arithmatic sitting in its 3-day resting
565 place smiles at me and says "yous'e dead sucker!!". But I
566
remind myself no one is perfect. Far from perfect is accepted
567 t totally degenerate?
568 Well next to joining hells angels or committing suicide, I
569 think I'd like to watch benny hill reruns till my head
570 explodes!
571
my dog just piddled on my shoe.
572 my pecil just broke in two
573 I think Ill join motley crue(yecHhHHHH !!!!)
574
575
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576 JUST WHEN I'M ENJOYING THAT THERE'S NO MORE TANYA 9AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH) NOW HERE COMES KRISTI!
577 PPPPPTTTTTTTTTUUUUUUUUIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PTUI!!
578 SOUNDS LIKE A HOME TO ME.
579 Ahhh, everyone's afraid to enter with only (only?) 30 or 40 lines left. So here I am writing on this when DA is
580 up and running fine.
581 Will anyone read it? Does anyone care? Certainly the percentages are reduced, by the number of people who have
582 already read DA, assuming that DB was full.
583 But now I'm just wasting space, and now, frankly, I have written what amounts
584 to mush and they're probably better off not having read this anyway,
585
586 So that is the question.
587
588 M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M&M
589
590 Tanya: Thanks for your comments. It's okay to laught at my life... I sure
591 s heck have to just to stay sane. Anyway, glad you enjoyed, thanks for writing.
592
593 Pooped Out
594
595 POOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOPOOOPOOOOOOPOOOOOOPOOP
596 Mike,
597 My sincere thanks for your kind assistance. (After all, you could have
598 said something like "/read the help-files, you lead-fingered clod|"
599 I jus t wondered if you will find this message here, but I didn't want
600 to waste valuable disk space in a non-creative manner.
601 Anywho, thanks again, 'twas truly a red letter day. I received your
602 comment, my 1st VISA, and my first hate-mail||(and I haven't even
603 made my first attempt at creative writing yet|||
604 Regards,
605 Kristi Galt
606 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
607 Kristi: Yep, I saw your message. Sounds like a fun packed day. Don't get too
608 worried about the hate mail though, there are always those who will put down,
609 hate, or destroy just to be that way. Take it with a grain of salt, and believe
610 in yourself and what you think is right for yourself. And remember, just because
611 one person doesn't like you, it doesn't mean that everybody hates you.
612 **************************** CISTOP MIKEY *************************************
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