Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: c164-ez@po.berkeley.edu (Hak Lien Chua)
Subject: [RATS!] The adventure continues..
Message-ID: <1993Feb27.225430.14393@pasteur.Berkeley.EDU>
Date: Sat, 27 Feb 1993 22:54:30 GMT


    The party of four turned a corner, then another, then left, then right. 
Left again, uhh.. went straight, oh... could someone else keep a map?
    "Hmm, look, a dry patch," said Higar.
    "That is strange," said Firgun. "One would expect a sewer to be all wet and
dripping with sludge."
    "Wait, look over there!", said Git, pointing to the left.
    "What is it?"
    The four ( and the duck ) turned their heads, and saw a row of wrecked
boots, sandals, loafers and other footwear. The flickering torchlight gleamed 
off the greenish slimy ooze clinging onto the wall.
    "Do you guys feel something strange about your feet?" asked Bakr.
    "Hmmm.. now that I think about it, they're feeling kind of warm." The dwarf
looked down and wiggled his toes, which stuck out of his boots. 
    "What about you, Firgun?"
    "Yes, now that you've mentioned it, they're no longer wet. They were just
now.."
    "Hmm.. have you guys ever realized how many hairs you have on your big
toes...," said Higar.
    Then a thought struck Firgun. ( This doesn't happen very often, as you
may have guessed.. )
    "QUICK! QUICK! BURN THE GREEN STUFF!", shouted Firgun.
    Higar pondered the gnome's advice for a moment. Just a short brief while.
Not longer than the time it takes a bunny rabbit to perform a hop, or 
a dog to wink an eye, or.. { WILL YOU GET ON WITH IT! }
    { OK, OK. Geesh.. got out on the wrong side of the bed again, guys? }
    The dwarf rushed over and lit a match to the wall, and the greenish scum
caught fire. The sudden roar sent the heroes and the duck tumbling back
out of the cul-de-sac back from where they came from, hurling shoes, boots, 
sandals and some of the greem scum after them.
    "That was close!", said Firgun.
    "What was it?", asked Bakr, picking himself off. The floor here was wet
now, and they felt their footwear give a little sizzle as they made contact 
with the numerous puddles of liquid. Everyone seemed alright, and even the 
duck was fine after Git removed the boot over it's head.
    "Don't you know? Didn't you feel the horror? The warmth traveling through
your toesies? Your shoes threatening to wrinkle up as the tang of your shoes 
curled from the heat of the oozish pus? And did you see the rows of tattered 
and torn bootsies, scorched from the alien, infernal heat?"
    "You mean..", said Higar.
    "Yes, my friend." said Firgun, picking up some of the goo that had been
blown out together with the party.

    "These are the slimes that dry men's soles."

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