Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!spool.mu.edu!torn!nott!cunews!freenet.carleton.ca!Freenet.carleton.ca!ag708 From: ag708@Freenet.carleton.ca (Jason Hamilton) Subject: Sanity sliping away, a greater evil has come to play Message-ID: Sender: news@freenet.carleton.ca (News Administrator) Reply-To: ag708@Freenet.carleton.ca (Jason Hamilton) Organization: The National Capital Freenet Date: Wed, 29 Sep 1993 05:29:35 GMT Lines: 34 Taylor grinned to himself, shortly after he had taken flight he had folded up his primary wings and started to fly with the trans wings. His smile widened as he reached the cave. "Well, well, well. She who eats meat of the living!" he laughed, the only one who seemed to notice his sub-real preasence was a human bearing red fur atop his head. The red fur began to negotiate with She who eats meat of the living, a negotion of betrayl. Angered by this appearent evil taylor drew a dagger from his boots and plunged it into the red fur's guts, intent on spreading them accross the whole of Isle; only to find himself passing through red fur and crashing into the cave wall. "Well curse me for a mucker!" Taylor's smile had become rueful "All the times I've spent on this plane and I do something like that! Cheers but that was stupid." Meanwhile red fur was leaveing the cave. The only thing Taylor could do was follow and hope for a chance to re-enter the normal plane, where the summoning would still be effective. When red fur and his companion reached the place they seemed to call camp-home Taylor found himself another shock, The Wander was there amongst the other's, and the other's smelled of the pix, his almost-friend, slowly Taylor felt all rationality slip away. Screaching like a wounded animal he took flight barely even useing his primary wings he made the plane change with less than dignified grace. With a dagger in each hand Taylor found himself swooping down on the red fur. "Red fur tratior friend killer!" was about the only thing he said that made sense. But before he had mannaged to reach the startled red fur something interveaned, a huge beastial something that was laughing softly to it's self and holding Taylor in one hand. Slowly it looked in turn at each and every person. "So, and yes I am aware this is an old line but allow me my dramatics, we meet again. -- EveryWhere you look life is filled with grim realities, hard facts, plain truth that's not so plain. Every day you are forced to struggle atempting to survive. Not me! Remember life is short, so why live in agony Role-Play today! P.S. life IS short, JOKE hard!