From: hilanse@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [WQ] The Beast, And Wonko
Message-ID: <1993Sep9.205712.7260@wkuvx1.bitnet>
Date: 9 Sep 93 20:57:12 CDT

     The wind on the great desert plain was blowing, hard. The
misshapen hump of flesh stirred from the dune that had collapsed on it
months ago. The beast which had been held immobile for so long awoke.
It burst from the surface of the desert in a flurry of wings with a
hellish roar. Flames streamed from the fang-laden open sore that was
the beast's mouth. It swooped to the desert floor and landed there,
shuddering with the exuberance of freedom. The flora and fauna that
had survived there for years before its arrival blackened and
shriveled, their fear fueling the beast's internal fires. The Beast
looked into the night sky at the full moon, realizing that another
chapter of suffering had begun in the life of a certain viking.

     Wonko finished his omelette and kissed Athorbalo. He smiled at
her as he stood, carefully placing the breakfast tray back on the
bed. He walked toward the fire, tripping over the night lizard on his
way. He played with the fire awhile and thought about the continued
absence of Eldarath from the Generican scene. An obscure thought
flitted through his mind, one of fangs, blood, wings, and holsteins.
He thought back to the day of the great storm, and the bovine horror
that had nearly annihilated, no, HAD annihilated him, before Eldar
arrived and recalled him from death. These thoughts led him to the
realization that he had the itch, again. No normal itch, Wonko the
Pseudo-Quasi-Ultra-Viking, knew what it meant. He knew that it was
time for another quest, but the only problem was what, where, who, and
how.

     On another continent of Nexus, the Beast sniffed the air, and
caught the scent of the human it sought. It took flight, and headed
for Generica with a beat of wings and a roar of hideous delight.

     Wonko blinked and sneezed, wondering why his entire body just
shivered.

 From The Office Of Temporal Viking Studies
(C)1993 Vikings Aren't Just Interplanetary Explorers
--Is Bossie Still The Beast, Man?
-Of course, you mean you didn't understand the imagery?
--What?
-Nevermind, just eat your nachos.