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From: Thorr-kan, the White Minotaur, and Horde Father-Confessor
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Subject: REPOST [Roaming] Interlude One
Date: 11 Feb 1994 16:15:08 GMT
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In the southeastern corner of Generica lie the Slums.  This is a strange place.   
While its inhabitants are not as hopeless as those of, say, the Low City, they  
still seem to lack a certain fire.  Most have enough to survive; these people  
are not at the edge.  But neither is there an excess of wealth.  The outside  
world doesn't interfere much, and the inhabitants ignore it and each other.   
Apathetic would be the best way to describe them.  Slummers simply do not care.

But that is changing.  Their veil has been sundered; something is moving in the  
night and taking advantage of the obscurity.  He lacks the power of a  
first-class threat.  But give him time, he will mature.  And what better place  
than among the dreary and oblivious who dwell here...?

***

Fredrick was finally done with work.  Old Olson had gotten a new shipment today  
and expected everybody to stay and help take inventory.  Like there weren't  
better things to do on a Friday night.  And better company...

A sound from nearby interrupted his musings.  Was that the skitter of paws  
across cobblestone?  Was *something* out there?  With a slightly high-pitched  
laugh, Fredrick continued on his way.  It was simply his imagination fueled by  
his frustrations.  The stories of monsters haunting the alleys and sewers of  
Generica were oldwives' tales to keep rowdy children in line.  

Why, everyone knew, for instance, that T-crocs never came out of sewer grates  
looking for dinner.  Look at that grating.  Look closely.  I am sure it is  
securely fastened.

It wasn't.

Teeth exploded from the darkness, enveloping Fredrick.  He never had time to  
scream.

Matt C.
guardian- 1. one who has care of a person or property.  2.  In other words,   
	  someone who puts their ass between others and danger.

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