From: rhr9081@hertz.njit.edu (Ray Rich)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Death & Destiny
Message-ID: <1992Jul22.125806.22947@njitgw.njit.edu>
Date: 22 Jul 92 12:58:06 GMT


     This came to me while I was half-asleep, so do what you will with
it.  I just thought it was interesting.  ( Ray )

     "There!" Destiny exclaimed.  "Malieu, M-A-L-I-E-U.  Triple word
score, that makes..."
     Death held up a skeletal hand and shook her hooded head.
     "What?  Oh, yeah, all right.  Yes, I know the rules.  No proper
nouns."  With a sigh of resignation, Destiny returned his tiles to the
wooden tray before him.  He leaned forward and studied the gameboard.
It was a simple sphere, covered with tokens, cards, and tiles of numerous
shapes and sizes, and constantly rotating on a slightly tilted axis. 
Though
it hovered comfortably over the table between the two, a third observer
would
soon realize its infinite scope.  It took hours for the sphere to make a
complete rotation, though this seemed to defy the laws of physics given its
size and rotational velocity.
     "A-HA!" Destiny finally cried.  He threw down a card; the Ace of
Spades.
     Death reached out toward the board and removed a tiny ebony pawn.  The
figurine resembled a man, but as she placed it on the table to her left, it
quickly assumed an amphibian aspect and then crumbled into fine black dust
which was scattered by the winds of time.  She picked up the pair of small
white dice at her right and rolled.  A five.  After moving a small silver
top hat five spaces to the south, she offered Destiny a clawful of paper.
     "Park Place!  You always get Park Place!  This is cheap," he said
as he took the paper and handed over a square bit of card.  "I suppose
you're going to build an Inn on it next turn."                         
     Destiny looked at his cards.  No play there.  He looked at the
board and rested his hand on a miniature white tower.  As he picked it up,
it began to transform into a small giant which grew smaller as he held it.
He took a deep breath and set it down again, beginning to pore over his 
lettered tiles.
     Death waved a bony finger at him.
     "What now?  Not that 'You touch it you move it' rule again.  Sheesh.
You'd think we were playing for high stakes or something."  His hand once
again fell on the tiny white rook.


ADMIN: Hope it was at least amusing.
     Raymond H. Rich
     (aka Valgar)