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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask... 2 ************************* INSTALLED: 27 NOV 86 ********************** 3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator 4 ************************************************************ 5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION 6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM. 7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned 8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public. 9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is 10 privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which 11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be 12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved) 13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the 14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the 15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace 16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up. 17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system. 18 ************************************************************ 19 20 :::::::O O::::::11/27/86::::::the::top::::voyeur::::::12:58:::::O O:::::::::::: 21 ....athome....atwork....atplay.... 22 looking for entertainment 23 looking to resolve this depression 24 ....athome....atwork....atplay.... 25 **************************************************************************** 26 so close, and yet so far..... 27 ***********************************kathy 28 XD[D[D[C[C********************************************D********************* 29 repeat**************************************************kathyD************* 30 off 31 WHO CARES? 32 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 33 Elf Glade (words & music: Meg Davis) 34 Yes they're real. (No they can't be.) 35 Yes they are, I've seen them walking 36 Out beyond the wooded garden 37 Thruough the town and thru the valleys 38 Yes they're real. (No they can't be.) 39 Yes they are, you are not hearing 40 For I say I've seen them drinking 41 In the tavern of the moon 42 Steel and mail and gilded crossbow, 43 Feather of the ancient windbird 44 Wide as wonder, tall as starlight, 45 Lords of earth and lords of fire, 46 Life the love that they desire, 47 Lords of earth and lords of fire, 48 Life the love that they desire.... 49 50 Yes they're real. (No they can't be.) 51 Come with me and see what might be. 52 (I'm afraid) Oh you are childish, 53 Nothing kills that does not know ye. 54 55 Come ye now. (No, I fear thee!) 56 Did I say that I would lead thee? 57 We have walked too far this night 58 Out beyond the firelight! 59 Come ye now. (No, I fear thee!) 60 Come with me for I will take ye 61 Dancing now with all my brothers 62 I am real and like the others! 63 Yes, they're real. (No, you told me.) 64 Yes I said you should believe me 65 Now we have you wrapped in darkness 66 Now we keep you, never leaving 67 Trade your life for not believing..... 68 Steel and mail and gilded crossbow, 69 Feather of the ancient windbird 70 Wide as wonder, tall as starlight, 71 Lords of earth and lords of fire, 72 Life the love that they desire, 73 Lords of earth and lords of fire, 74 Life the love that they desire.... 75 76 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 77 ------------------- 78 If you found my entry on drive B a bit hard to understand before, I have 79 some good news for you: The errors have been found and corrected. 80 81 Max the Philosopher 82 November 28, 1986 83 ------------------- 84 BARD: IS THAT ENTRY JUST A TAD BIT SCHIZOPHRENIC OR IS IT JUST ME? 85 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 86 The parts in () are done in a different voice.... 87 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 88 ____11/28/86__________________JD 2446763.6012_________18:25:49_PST_________ 89 O.K. Whovian types, GOOD NEWS!!!!! 90 The newest Doctor, Colin Baker, 91 adventures will be shown on Channel 10 92 starting at 4pm November 29th. 93 He is even more outrageous than 94 Tom Baker, and a hell of a lot of 95 fun to watch. Don't be put off by 96 "The Twin Dilemma", the rest of the 97 adventures are great, especially 98 "The Two Doctors" where he is reunited 99 with his second incarnation,Patrick 100 Troughton!!! 101 Watch these adventures and learn 102 what true lack of taste in apparal 103 REALLY means. 104 The Doctor... 105 106 107 108 109 110 THORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHOR 111 The God of Thunder says hello to a 112 true friend once thought lost upon 113 the termulator tides. To the 114 "COOKIE CRUMBLER" THOR bids hello and 115 welcome again to his terminal. It has 116 been a long while since THOR has taken 117 time to search at his favorite INN and 118 to see the woman who gave so much 119 pleasure and time to an old warrior is 120 a wonderful sight indeed. Since THOR 121 has been absent from the INN so long 122 it would be presumptuous to linger for 123 more than is necessary, but THOR would 124 like to know from kathyd if any of the 125 "Old Gang" are hanging out where THOR 126 might visit a night or early morning 127 to hear of great tales and stories as 128 he has missed them sorely. If this 129 message is read by the "COOKIE CRUMBLER" 130 I hope she will answer soon. Again, it 131 is a heart warming experience to once 132 again see a familiar face upon my screen 133 THORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHOR 134 o\=<([v2v])>=/o 135 THOR: Check out the Blue Parrot (253-1908). A lot of your old Tanis companions have migrated there. You'll find some 136 damn good writing as well. 137 o\=<([v2v])>=/o 138 THOR thanks you very much, will do!!! 139 o\=<([v2v])>=/o 140 No prob. 141 o\=<([v2v])>=/o 142 WHO CARES? 143 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 144 "A good song, Bard.", I said from my corner. "Did it seem somewhat misty 145 to me, or was I reading in my own past ?" 146 "Never the less, I did enjoy it." 147 I turned to my table companion, "You seem a little more firmed up, now. 148 Was it the goodliness of the Benedictine Brothers ? Or mayhaps a little 149 shot of that potent magic, 'Technology'." (The last I said while looking 150 carefully at something called a 'Nuclear Magnetic Resonance Spectrometer', 151 whatever that might have been.) "Tell me a tale of where you have been, 152 and what has kept you from the Inn for so long a time. I myself have only 153 recently returned from a far too healthy dose of reality." 154 I settled back in my chair, took another sip of magical potion, and listened. 155 156 [][][][][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 157 A note from DJJ - Boy did Reagan blow it this time. It's enough to make me 158 vote Democrat next time. 159 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 160 161 ------------------------------ (read accompanied by jazz sax solo) 162 The mirror is the height of a man. My father or a little smaller. And like 163 it used to be with my father, I have to confront it every day. It stands next 164 to my desk and when I'm frustrated, my reflection curses me. 165 166 I'm usually frustrated about a case. I handle a lot of cases, and I'm 167 frustrated a lot. 168 169 Right now, I'm frustrated about a girl and her case. She appeared at my 170 door last month. It was cold and dark. Winter was ending, and Spring's 171 rainstorms were starting. 172 173 She shivered as she came through my door. I closed it behind her, and 174 glanced into the outer office. My secretary wasn't there. 175 176 I came back in. Walked around my desk. I opened my desk drawer and brought 177 out a blank file. I dropped it on the desk top and opened it. She was settling 178 into her chair as I got a pen and sat down. 179 180 She smiled politely. She began to speak and choked on her words. She lost 181 her composure then. Her eyebrows clenched together tightly, and she bit her 182 lip. She regained her composure again and smiled politely. 183 ------------------------------- (phj, a licensed personal investigator) 184 HIDING PLACES ON A BUSINESSMAN 185 Inside hat band / Between camera straps 186 Pinned behind lapel of suit or overcoat / Inside pen 187 Tucked behind cuff / Under bandaging / Inside sock 188 189 HIDING PLACES ON OBJECTS 190 Inside newpapers / In umbrellas / Under the collar of a pet 191 Under articifices such as benches or fountains 192 In cracks in brick walls 193 194 Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin 195 196 Sears trade center towers. Standing on an infirm base of a 197 concrete block, it spires into the Chicago skyline. Creating a navigation 198 problem for overpassing traffic. Solving the problem with the electrical 199 aid of lights at the corners of the roof. Reflecting the lights of the 200 Financial District below. 201 202 On the streets, men in suits dash for corporate offices. Parcels 203 in their pockets, and folders in their briefcases plot the rise and fall 204 of their profits. Shown on graphs looking like the skyline of the great 205 city of Chicago itself. Each of them with enough information to topple an 206 entire concern of a thousand investors. 207 208 In this world, the god is finance. 209 210 In among the hustle is a tall man with a loosened tie and thin 211 rimmed glasses. He is paying a cabbie as we enter into the scene. We 212 might notice but neither of them did, that he just accidentally passed a 213 counterfeit ten spot. Pawns often do such things. Corporate pawns never 214 notice. 215 216 He strolls to a garden slowly. Street traffic passes each other 217 in an ever accelerating attempt to get there sooner. Suits and skirts 218 pass into and out of doors within every second. Still, he simply wanders 219 over to the place where he wants to sit and does. Adjusting his glasses, 220 he pauses a moment to look at the parcel he carries. 221 222 It is a large cardboard box with the name of a corporation stamped 223 on the side. A computer. A portable computer. It is the sort that acts 224 as a book would. In and out of briefcases, with data and methods of 225 showing it. Never needing to stop long enough to be set into a wall 226 socket. He removes the computer from the box and sets it down. 227 228 After reading the manuals and pushing his glasses back along his 229 nose, he places the batteries within it and turns it on. A serene display 230 of silent letters and symbols appears on the screen. With every task the 231 new owner gives it, they dance and skitter as if in a dance. Soon after 232 one task is ordered, the lines halt their motions, and a tone erupts out 233 of the computer for the first time. 234 235 We are listening to it dialing a telephone. Telephones are 236 carried in briefcases, and carted around from place to place. To dial one 237 of them, a person would simply need to pick up the receiver and tap a few 238 keys. It is all the more complex for a computer. It pretends to be a 239 part of the telephone and acts as if those keys had been tapped. Which 240 produces the same result. 241 242 The phone is answered. Our slim friend listens to the computer as 243 if it was the only noise in the garden. Waiting to hear if a person, or 244 another computer has answered. Traffic noises, emergency sirens, and the 245 din of so many hushed conversations are forgotten. The sound that comes 246 across is a static tone. The twin computers speaking in a sort of Morse 247 Code. 248 249 Our friend smiles. 250 251 Elsewhere, that same call has just arrived. Routine. This place 252 gets many such calls. Day in, and day out. It is a room dedicated to the 253 operation of a computer. Fans whir. Taking the heat from the active 254 electronics and blowing it into a vent and away. Lights blip on and off, 255 with each letter or symbol sent or received from this communications 256 center. 257 258 A hunched over man appears from behind one of the lockers that 259 holds parts of the computer. He is old. Perhaps seventy, most likely a 260 decade older. His eyes seem to perceive each component around him. To 261 understand them. To be able to use them best. 262 263 At the garden, our friend uses predetermined numbers. He learns 264 the use of the computers the elder man fosters. The numbers allow him to 265 read the stories, discussions, and debates which prosper in the revolution 266 of the communications center. A revolution that might have changed 267 Chicago, and the corporate world. 268 269 All of which is academic. Since as our friend lifts his eyes from 270 the gray display of his portable computer, he finds himself in the 271 fantastic world of one of those stories. 272 273 Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin 274 275 </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> 276 I am a pilot for a corporate executive. My name is Red. His name is Wesley. 277 He doesn't fly many places, but about once a month, after he gets his pay 278 check, we go out on a little mission of our own. 279 He has a lot of money. And I'd say that check of his comes out to be about 280 how much money the average white family makes in thirty years. He says he has 281 this trick worked out where unions accept these huge pay reductions and he 282 just gives himself bonuses in his paycheck that make up for it. Quite a man, 283 mister Wesley. 284 Anyway, he bought this custom helicopter from Bell Aerospace Group. It does 285 enough to make a pilot piss on a high power line, but a lot of it is technical 286 and I couldn't explain it to an audience like this. Who knows how many dregs 287 of society and welfare recipients are reading this. All you need to know is 288 that I can hover over an alley like a harvest moon. Aside from the controls, 289 we have twin cannon mount on the nose of the aircraft, nine sleek heat seeking 290 missiles tuned to body temperature, and a port for dropping three pointed 291 stars on the ground to prevent our prey from running where we don't want them 292 to run. 293 See, we hunt down vagrants and the homeless. 294 About the third of every month, we take off from the U. S. Bancorp tower 295 heliport, and cross over to the east bank. We use a special arrangement of 296 mufflers to keep anyone from reporting us to the FAA. Our blades are about the 297 only thing you can hear as we hover over the river, and hell, they're fatal 298 too. 299 Balony Joe's is over on the east part of the Burnside bridge. A lot of 300 alkies fester over there. The train tracks and embankments of the river make 301 good places to isolate one of those useless bastards. Using infrared 302 enhancement gear, I can project a picture of the son of a bitch on my helmet 303 shield. Then the cannon can take care of them. Either that or a hand gun fired 304 all sharpshooter like by Mister Wesley. Sometimes he likes that. One of them 305 alkies just stumbles down on the wet asphalt and just can't get up, well he 306 just goes over and blows them away. He said once that he was just trying to do 307 his bit for natural selection. 308 I sure respect Mister Wesley. He might be old, but at least he knows what's 309 right. One time I remember real well, he was sure that one old alcoholic was 310 trying to piss off the Steel Bridge. He got the hoods off the missile racks 311 and put some explosive tipped shells in the magazines for the cannon. We were 312 going to run him along the light rail route a while until he nearly escaped 313 into the tangle of streets that end off the steel bridge. First, we were gonna 314 make him pay his debt to society. 315 He looked over and saw this machine hanging in the air off the bridge, and 316 I'll swear his piss turned green. He tried to put the bag down at his feet on 317 his shoulder, but the twine snapped. Dumb alkies. Why didn't he get a job and 318 buy one like a man? He wouldn't be needing the bed roll anymore anyway. He 319 started running down the bridge, his clothes just coming off in the frezzing 320 wind. I lifted the machine about twenty feet so's we'd clear the bridge, and 321 the turned down the rails after him. 322 When he got the end of the bridge, he knew we were after him. Somewhere in 323 that puny inferior mind, he knew he was dead. I let off a few rounds into the 324 cement right next to the alky. He looked off one way, but he didn't run. Lucky 325 for him, cause I let another squeeze of my trigger put a few bullets right 326 where he would have run. He looked right behind him, I could tell because his 327 shining face went dark for a second, and his hair went wild in the wind and 328 our searchlight. The sign behind was done in red and wite, it warned about the 329 wires for the light rail. This is where his inferior strain shows through. He 330 put his fingers in the links and tried to climb the thing. I could almost hear 331 the chain links noise through the door opened on the side of the chopper, 332 Mister Wesley was stepping out onto the missile racks. 333 The guy got to the top of the fence. I saw his hands were bloody from the 334 desperate scramble. But he was dead almost as soon as I looked up. Wesley had 335 given him a few grams of German metal right to the scalp. I saw him fall, that 336 was about it. The electrical sparks and flashes shone blue through the 337 windshield and lit up the craft just as Wesley got back in and shut the door. 338 He knew the old alky had landed on the high power electric cables the fed the 339 light rail. Boy, what an investment that turned out to be. 340 We did some coke on the way back to the tower. But not before a few other 341 killings out on Sauvie's Island. Boy, we got a first class set-up here. What's 342 even better, no one misses the old alkies anyway. By, oh boy, you know, the 343 third of the month is coming up awful quick and a train just got in from Los 344 Angeles with a bunch of alkies hidden on it. This is gonna be better than when 345 the Neeshies brought vagrants into the state. 346 See you around. By the way, do you have a job? 347 </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> <\> </> 348 349 o\=<([v2v])>=/o 350 Where do I sign up? 351 o\=<([v2v])>=/o 352 What a disgusting heartless story! 353 I hope you choke on your own phlegm! 354 355 356 357 REKRAM 358 "if we were to copy down markers and repost them hours later, wouldn't that 359 leave the people who use them, hours out of it?" little jimmy looked up at his 360 father and looked as if he had just asked about the origin of Earth. 361 "son, never say that. not even as a joke." dad was used to disciplining his 362 son this way. 363 364 REKRAM 365 ____11/29/86__________________JD 2446764.6429_________19:25:46_PST_________ 366 WHO CARES? 367 ------------------- 368 Exodus 369 370 The time had come for him to leave the Inn. Time passed slowly here, 371 but quickly in the parallel realm to which he would soon return. He 372 looked about him, savoring the images of this place of prose and poetry. 373 Sighing, he stood and placed his robes upon his shoulders. He 374 addressed those seated about him: "Well, my friends, the time has come 375 for me to take my leave. If the Fates smile upon my ventures, I should 376 be returning again soon. If not... But whatever the future holds, I 377 bid you all farewell!" 378 He walked slowly towards the door. When he reached it, he turned 379 and looked about the Inn once more. He turned again to the door. He 380 opened it, strode out, and closed it softly behind him. 381 He walked down the path, watching the strange patterns in the 382 clouds above. As he got farther down the path, his form became more 383 insubstantial until he simply disappeared into the mist... 384 385 Max the Philosopher 386 November 29, 1986 387 ------------------- 388 .....BILL WHEELER! 389 WHEN AND WHERE DOES 390 THE IBM USERS GROUP 391 MEET!! PLEASE REPLY 392 SIGNED... 393 THE ARCHFIEND 394 395 396 I CARE!!!! 397 398 399 `````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` 400 "we have another jumper going at it", said Angelica. 401 Sam looked up from the big board, focusing on Angelica's slim form bent 402 over the time tracer. 403 "Where is he located?" 404 "In Old New York, in the 45th quad. Sixteen feet underground, and he is 405 jumping back 24 years in time. 406 Sam got up and walked over to the graphic plotter. "Pull it up on the 407 computer," 408 A moment of silence and then the plotter ratteled into life, sketching the 409 quad and surrounding building floor diagrams, based on information in the local 410 city land use planning files. In a few minutes it finished, then started over 411 again as Sam slipped a sheet of Mylar into the plotter. This time, it sketched 412 the plans, as they were 24 years earlier, with the differing floor plans 413 superimposed over the current plan. The plans were much more sketchy, with 414 gaps and spaces here and there, but there was still enough detail for sam to 415 make out the time jumpers intent. 416 "oh ho, it looks like he is intending to end up in the middle of a bank 417 vault, do you think he is going to make change?" 418 Angelica laughed, "he's probably going to empty the vault, Sam." 419 "I know. What a crime, the bank officials leave the days take in the safe 420 at night, then next morning look in and suprise, it's gone. Impossible to 421 trace any of the cash, because by the time it goes into circulation, the 422 original bank has failed, and nobody cares. I think this one deserves a special 423 treatment. Find out when he arrives back in our time." 424 Angelica frowned. "According to the records, he jumps forward six months 425 ahead of departure. That is highly unusual, since in theory, it makes it 426 easier to arrest him." 427 "Maybe h thinks it will be easier to hide in the future, than the past. 428 I'll notify the local police, let them bother with this one" 429 `````````````````````````````````Mr. Intercepter ``````````````````````````` 430 THORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHOR 431 The INN seemed full again with story tellers galore, each with his own taste of 432 life. Some orated in the present, others in the future. Some even spoke of tales 433 in the Netherworlds. It was good to be back among those who minds did not 434 stagnate but kept alive the adventures of life. 435 THOR put both hands around the stein of ale and thought of the time he had lost 436 being away from the INN and fretted a bit. For here at the place he enjoyed 437 being provided him with the escape he so much needed from the world he was 438 forced to exist within. A world where so many decisions were being made with a 439 computer and not with human companssion. 440 Sometimes pure reason was not enough to make the world coexist, sometimes it 441 was the absolute insanity that made it a place where peoples future depended 442 solely on the roll of chance. 443 THOR shook his head and thought to himself what a carnival of fools controlled 444 so many lives in their insane desire to 445 change what was not theirs to change. 446 So many had lost so much for so little excuse. Why must they suffer because 447 their attitudes were not atuned to those with the power and money? 448 A foolish question thought THOR to himself, as he had seen the consequences so 449 many times throughout his existance for not bending with the terrible wind that 450 traveled across the earth. 451 Enough philosophying, time for another sip of ale and a listen to another 452 teller of tales. 453 THORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHOR 454 WHO CARES? 455 ____11/30/86__________________JD 2446765.4666_________15:12:10_PST_________ 456 !@#$%^&*()(*&^%$##@!@#$%^&*()(*&^%$#@!@#$%^&*()_)(*&^^%$#@!@#$%^&**()_+_)((** 457 All: The grassy knoll lives. It's eerie. 458 !@#$%^&*()(*&^%$#@!@#$%^&**()(*&^% L'homme sans Parity !@#$%^&*()(**&^%%$##@ 459 WHO CARES? 460 461 rin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin 462 463 "Tad, this is not enough," Our friend hid behind a mossy log as 464 the two theives fought over their split. He had been sitting on a 465 concrete bench and was deposited in this forest quite suddenly. He struck 466 the ground on his back before he even noticed a shift his surroundings or 467 even in his balance. He lost consciousness then. As he later awoke, 468 these two thieves were differing around a tree. 469 470 One thief was lacing up a boot. He sat in a patch of streaming 471 sunlight. On the same fallen log as our friend had been deposited on. 472 Down the length of it about thirty feet. As his friend spoke of the 473 disparity in their earnings, he slid a long burnt dagger out from the sole 474 of his boot. It had stains of being held over a flame enough to have been 475 blackened, so thought our friend, thinking on his feet, wondering whether 476 he was going to see a death or not. Not considering how he had gotten 477 there. 478 479 "Fair share!" His raised tone betrayed how alone he thought they 480 were in the woods. Tad put the dagger under the weight of his boot and 481 rested his crossed arms and firm chin on his knee. The dagger would be 482 there if he needed it, surmised our friend dressed in nylon. "Can I help 483 it if I found more than you? Do you deserve that which you did not steal? 484 Am I to give you the results of my search? That is absurd!" 485 486 "No, wait, you offered me a fair share. Nobody steals from me, 487 not you," It was as if he was going to protest further. Then he knelt 488 slowly, and dropped to the leaves and dirt at his feet. Tad was wiping 489 the red stains and the char off the dagger even as our friend decided the 490 other was dead. It was then that the sweat started to collect on the skin 491 of our friend. Weighing whether or not this thief would discover him. So 492 he stayed in his laid down position. Not daring to turn away or stand to 493 run. 494 495 The body was searched, and covered in leaves. Tad had not found 496 even a trinket on his former associate. A wristlet of no value. A length 497 of cloth, stuck through with needles of varying width. Perhaps those two 498 items were worthful, if soley because they were the only possessions of 499 the deceased. Whatever the value of that was, it was summarily ignored by 500 the quick working thief who had dealt and done away with him. 501 502 "Brother, rejoice in ecstacy, for I regret your pains," These 503 words were spoken swifty and in a single tone. As if they were nothing 504 more than a colloquial saying for the dead. 505 506 A thing they might have been, but an idea that never entered the 507 frantic theories of the one who was hiding behind a fallen tree. His 508 limbs were still. His head only shook as he watched the distant thief in 509 action. And his hands were clasped together as if they would try to push 510 him up and with the conspiracy of his legs, send him off on a bolt away 511 from this place. He tried just to lay still. 512 513 Tad was not overjoyed. Neglecting the body at his feet, he looked 514 around and rubbed his hands swiftly together. It was plain that he had 515 not planned a way out of the forest. The cold mist of the forest was 516 sapping away from the nervous heat that went with the deed. To start a 517 fire, he gathered up a few dead branches. Eventually he leapt over the 518 fallen log. Not noticing the nylon jacket or the prone form of our 519 friend. Crossing the forest floor about thirty feet, he started the blaze. 520 521 Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin Peregrin 522 523 THORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHORTHOR 524 om the INN would be a cold one, thought THOR as he pulled his hooded robe 525 over his weathered brow and cinched the belt tighter to keep out the early 526 mornings bite. It was beyond late, almost the time when the night is its 527 darkest and is at its quietus. THOR could hear his own footsteps echoing 528 against the stone walls of the adjacent building as he made his way home. His 529 cadence bore a military beat and memories of the days he spent in them came back 530 to him giving him a melancholy feeling. The walking dream was quickly broken as 531 he heard voices ahead in the direction that he was destined. 532 The voices were young but not juvenile. They rose and fell in tempo with each 533 other as if a contest of words and volume were the point of the conversation. 534 The night mist still camouflaged their forms but THOR could tell that they were 535 getting closer and closer as he could 536 understand more and more of what was being said. It was obvious that there were 537 at least three persons involved in the clamour and they were now yelping like 538 puppies being beaten with a switch. 539 The voices gave traces of intoxication as the words that were said were slurred 540 sometimes beyond recognition. 541 When they were twenty paces from THOR he could see their forms and they his. 542 A howl rang out from the smallest of the group and he ran forward ahead of the 543 others to within an arms reach of THOR. 544 "Hey guy, guess what I just found?", yelled back the young drunken face towards 545 his comrades. 546 "You're not going to believe this but O Bee One Kunobe LIVES!!!" 547 And with this statement came a laaugh akin to a jackel leading a Hyena pack. 548 THOR had stopped walking and was looking around for a route that would take him 549 away from these drunken fools. But as he stepped off of the sidewalk to make his 550 way across to the other side of the street, the tormentor jumped quickly in 551 front of him in a jester to herd him back onto the sidewalk. 552 "Come on Old JEDI, where's that stupid flashlight you use to take off peoples 553 arms with?" 554 The tormentor then grabbed down around THORS people as if to be looking for the 555 object asked about. THOR grabbed the 556 young mans wrists and forced them outward and asked,"Knock it off son while I 557 still have the patience to ignore you." 558 "Whoa...what do we have here...come on guys O-B-One wants to duel." With this 559 the other two men arrived on the scene and began laughing when they saw what 560 their comrade had been talking about. "Hey this guy is really gnarly, look at 561 that disguise." The largest of the three 562 had shown his interest in THOR's robe and reached out to grab at the belt that 563 was tightly bound around THOR's waist. 564 THOR instinctively grabbed the young mans wrist in a defensive manner and did 565 not realize the strength that he was using to do so. 566 "K-E-E-E-Y--R-I-G-H-S-T....let go of me old man, you're breaking my frickin 567 wrist." With this scream THOR let loose the lamenting victim and stepped back 568 a step from the remaining two men. 569 "The dirty old bastard broke my wrist, kill the old fool he's a menace!" 570 The two young men looked at THOR and noted his apparent retreat backwards as he 571 had stepped away from them. They 572 mistook rTHOR's movement unfortunately as THOR merely stepped backward so as to 573 brace himself against an attack. 574 The least talkative man made the first lomove towards THOR and found himself 575 skidding face down on the abrasive cement sidewalk. THOR had taken the man by 576 his outstretched arm and had pulted him 577 on past where THOR was standing, onto the sidewalk where he moaned but once 578 before slipping into slumberland. 579 "What are you anyway," cried out the original jackel, "You some retired old 580 wrestler or something?" 581 THOR looked at the two remaining men, one holding his wrist and the other just 582 staring in disbelief and spoke, 583 "Yea, I'm a retired or something." 584 And with this THOR went on his way leaving behind three who maybe, just maybe 585 might not make fun of the next person 586 they meet after a night of merrymaking. 587 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 588 Hey, Thor, you on Blue Parrot, yet? 589 (Note new border) 590 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 591 592 I want to say something. It is something poignant, weighing on me. To do with 593 this song, or these songs, that the radio has been playing. More to do with 594 what the others times were, that I was listening to these songs. No matter. I 595 am going to go reminisce on those times, before I go to work on this 596 Monday, December First, 1986. 4:45 A.M. 597 598 HORTHORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT HORT 599 i do not understand 600 off 601 hello 602 [A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[A[AA[A 603 [B[B[BB[C[C[C[C[C[C[C 604 605 606 **************************************** 607 greetings THOR: Long time, no see. 608 I have not been doing to much writing on-line due to it being 609 required of me in school. Do you still work at the little 610 store? I tried calling you there a few months ago, just a 611 little hello from, 612 *************************kathyD********************************** 613 p.s. Just thought Id fill up a couple more lines, sort of like 614 when PAM would clean up in days of past. I kinda liked the 615 twisted little story about the bum blaster in the helecopter. 616 brought a funny little grin to my face. Bard's song was very 617 entertaining too. And who else did we see this weekend? None 618 other than the MAD MAX. It's fun to take a look in the olde 619 INN and see familar faces. I think Ill have another OREO and 620 dream about days gone by. 621 *********************************kathyD************************* 622 ____12/01/86__________________JD 2446766.6781_________20:16:31_PST_________ 623 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchlurk 624 GOOD NEWS!! Plaza BBS is back on line. Chris Colby's Hard Drive was not fried 625 after all! 248-xxxx. On line games. Music and Doctor Who Sub boards. Star trek 626 adventure as well. Call today!!! 627 The Doctor. 628 629 TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 629