From alt.pub.dragons-inn Fri Aug 19 07:45:20 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7542 Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!ee.und.ac.za!ticsa.com!orion.didata.co.za!ric From: ric@orion.didata.co.za (Richard Pruss) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [CIA - JJ] Counsel for International Aid Date: 18 Aug 1994 16:39:51 GMT Organization: The Internetworking Company of Southern Africa Lines: 24 Message-ID: <3302sn$l5i@ticsa.com> References: NNTP-Posting-Host: orion.didata.co.za X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL2] Guldur looks around the room and notices that the trolls had gathered. In so far he thought it would be amusing to ... Out of one the inns' dark shadowy corners a huge troll lumbered forward. His gaping maw issues, "I'm sure that if you gentlemen care to fight, you will do it outside of the inn. I also know that you care about the sensiblities of the other patrons. Personally I am upset by the sight of blood and anything disturbing the status-quo. Gentlemen enjoy your stay." The epitimy of trolldom bigger, than anything else, uglier that anything else but with the voice of culture, reason and trained in addressing nervous victims. Lucky, he finishes his fine piece of eliquence and lumbers back to his corner. # In case anyone is confused this is descriptive interactive, it # might not be a story, and the above describtion is how I feel. The atmosphere in the Inn which had been growing to a palitible sense of malice calmed down, maby the bawrd started playing, maby the sun rose, maby the trolls shadow was gone. Guldur settle back into his chair. Looking across to Jones he says; "Great!! I am in."