From alt.pub.dragons-inn Mon Aug 8 09:24:33 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7496 Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!concert!news-feed-1.peachnet.edu!gatech!howland.reston.ans.net!agate!msuinfo!harbinger.cc.monash.edu.au!maths-g16-08.cc.monash.edu.au!sltur3 From: sltur3@MFS01.cc.monash.edu.au (Simon Turner) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [Miif's continuing journey] The cave Date: Mon, 8 Aug 1994 05:33:26 GMT Organization: Monash University Lines: 25 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: maths-g16-08.cc.monash.edu.au Miif, washed and cleaned in the stream that flowed past his feet, sat up and decided what to do now. After escaping the forest and its nightmares, he had been washed into an underground cavern, and was now in a subterrainian cave, a swiftly moving, freezing cold stream rushing past his feet. All he had was his loincloth and his halberd and it was FREEZING ! He decided to just walk straight out of the cavern, hoping that eventually he might wander free into the daylight. The only problem was that it smelt like goblin down here, he may have trouble fighting goblins in his 9/10ths naked, freezing state, his halberd was very tall, and hard to use in a confined space. Walking straight away from the stream, he banged his head on an overhang. Cursing his stupidity, he rubbed his forehead as he walked, this time with his halberd extended before him. After what seemed like hours of sore feet, bruised foreheads and twists and turns, Miif sat down, unless he had help in the way of light and hopefully food, he might never emerge. Small comfort it was that only something four or five feet tall could stand in an area like this, his over six foot tall frame had been crouched for hours. Lying back on the rocky ground, he lay his head on a relatively smooth rock and tried to sleep. Maybe help would arrive. This message came from Simon Turner, or for you computer wizards... SLTUR3@mfs01.cc.monash.edu.au. We come in peace, shoot to kill !