From: sl7sg@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Sorry, wrong door--er, window
Message-ID: <1992May11.230310.55443@cc.usu.edu>
Date: 12 May 92 05:03:10 GMT


 	Everybody seems to be having a time of it, when there is a loud crash,
and the shudders of the window fly open, spraying shattered glass and bits of
wood through the room with the quick shape of a man wearing a loose white
shirt, and tight pants.  However, the most noticeable is his hair, and face. 
The hair is ratted and stands up everywhere, falling in curly locks down past
his shoulders.  And on his face there is painted blue triangles over his eyes.
In his hand is a strange sleek, black item that he turns and points out the
window.
	On the other side of the window, there is a strange black mist, some
loud, ear deafening explosions sound.  The man ducks below the sill, cringing
as he hears the crack of bullets near his head.  A bullet flies across the
room and cuts a perfect hole through a french fry that someone is about to eat.
	The man quickly peers over the sill and fires his weapon (temporarily
deadening the hearing of everybody in the room).  Ducking again, he grabbs the
damaged but still functioning shutters and slams them shut.  The noise from the
window is silenced.
	He turns around, and a stubborn lock of hair falls into his eyes. 
Looking over the confused croud, his eyes widen when he realized he is not in
Kansas anymore.
	His hands seem suddenly suspicious, and he shuffles around his weapon,
finnaly stuffing it into his pants.
	"Er,  Umm... Could someone tell me where I am?"


		-(Johnathan) "Dark" Steel