From: fogelinc@nmr1.Cyanamid.COM (Carl Fogelin)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: This is not the SCA...
Date: 18 Jan 1993 18:28:51 GMT
Message-ID: <1jest3INNfpa@c3po.jvnc.net>

>Just as the scream got a little too loud, out fell a screaming man wearing a
>flimsy white coat.  He slammed hard into the bar, as if he had fallen a couple
>of stories, and laid there groaning.  With the appearance of the man, the feeling
>and the black hole disappeared.
>
>Now, who the heck was this fellow.

***

Kevin started to regain conciousness.  Everything was blurry, so he took stock
of his situation with his other senses.  He seemed to be laying on a long table, probably a lab bench.  Jeez, the only bench was a good 20 feet away from the
apparatus.  And he could smell... beer.  Beer?  Boy do esters combine strangely
in an explosion.  Maybe his nose was screwed up.  He tried to move and noticed
for the first time that he was hurt.  Real hurt!  He tasted blood.  Now he was
scared.

After awhile he sensed that there were some people near him.  He tried to call
out for help, but he only emitted a groan.  His vision had cleared up enough
for him to realize that he was on some long wooden counter...  Where the heck
was he?  Using all the strength he had, he managed to turn his head out away
from the bar.  He could see some people staring at him.  There was something
strange about them.  What was it?  Then he noticed a man near him was holding
a sword.  A SWORD!!!  And he was dressed funny.  They were all dressed funny.
They were all dressed like...

SCA!  It's got to be a bunch from the SCA.  Why were they just gawking.  Again
he tried to ask for for help.  All he managed to croak was "Pleasssseeeee...."
and passed out again.
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Admin: Anyone willing to help a stranger, feel free to do so.  He's really
hurt and if he doesn't get any outside help, my posts are going to be about
pain for quite awhile.  His nose is broken, right shoulder dislocated, and
he cracked two ribs.  He sustained a mild concussion and he's definitely
disoriented.
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 Carl Fogelin (fogelinc@cyanamid.com)     "All opinions are strictly mine" 
   
   Up the long ladder and down the short rope,
   To Hell with King Billy and God bless the Pope. -- traditional