From alt.pub.dragons-inn Tue Sep 26 16:48:53 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8738 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!uwm.edu!caen!reeve.research.aa.wl.com!WS0080138F2117!simonj From: simonj@rh.wl.com (Jeff Simon) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [Inn] Chapter 1/1: The Dark Stranger- New Character- Garak Date: Mon, 25 Sep 1995 03:40:06 EDT Organization: Parke-Davis Rochester Lines: 52 Message-ID: References: <44405b$mnp@newsbf02.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: 198.205.215.173 X-Newsreader: Trumpet for Windows [Version 1.0 Rev B final beta #4] A tutti-frutti skinned midget of a man slams the oaken front door of the Inn unsoundly shut, breaking it in half while simultaneously wrenching it from its hinges. Corn-ridden feet in desperate need of a pedicure clump mincingly across the floorboards, which somehow creak under his insignificant bulk. A mauvey, pinky-russet sort of mane cascades down the back of his neck like a waterfall of Strawberrysaurus Rex Kool-aid, and his steely purple gaze ricochettes off your adamantite souls. He stands unerect, stupidity carved into his stiff features. He approaches the bar with a quick, waltzing mince that is somehow menacing in its silliness. Now situated at a right angle slightly to the side of the small serving board in the tavern main, his worldly leer caused the hair upon the onlooker's nape to stand on end, rip itself off, and flee in terror. Now the onlooker is completely bald. Fearing that he will catch a nasty head-cold, the onlooker flees in terror. He ignores the open doorway, and leaps out a window in a huge explosion of glass. The midget turns and looks at a bronze-skinned giant with long black hair standing next to him. He climbs onto a stool, bringing his eyes to the level of the man' navel. He stares up at the living cliche, places his hands on his hips and cocks his head. "So you're the new tough guy in town, eh? You look like a sissy to me." The midget's Genericise is bovinely coarse, but it is much better than his Jazzercise. His stare has a glimmer that is not murderous, but might be closer to manslaughter. Or aggravated assault, if you really want to quibble. It is icy however. Sort of like a slushy from the Quik-E Mart. >-------------------------------------------------------------------------- >--------------------------- ____ > / \ > / \ > / \ >| G A K ! >| ______ > \ | THE PHALLIC SYMBOL OF DEATH > \_______| > The first Nuerosurgeon > the last Malpractice Case. -- The opinions expressed in this message are mine alone. This message does not necessarily reflect the positions or opinions of my company or organization. From alt.pub.dragons-inn Tue Oct 3 15:46:32 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8738 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!uwm.edu!caen!reeve.research.aa.wl.com!WS0080138F2117!simonj From: simonj@rh.wl.com (Jeff Simon) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [Inn] Chapter 1/1: The Dark Stranger- New Character- Garak Date: Mon, 25 Sep 1995 03:40:06 EDT Organization: Parke-Davis Rochester Lines: 52 Message-ID: References: <44405b$mnp@newsbf02.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: 198.205.215.173 X-Newsreader: Trumpet for Windows [Version 1.0 Rev B final beta #4] A tutti-frutti skinned midget of a man slams the oaken front door of the Inn unsoundly shut, breaking it in half while simultaneously wrenching it from its hinges. Corn-ridden feet in desperate need of a pedicure clump mincingly across the floorboards, which somehow creak under his insignificant bulk. A mauvey, pinky-russet sort of mane cascades down the back of his neck like a waterfall of Strawberrysaurus Rex Kool-aid, and his steely purple gaze ricochettes off your adamantite souls. He stands unerect, stupidity carved into his stiff features. He approaches the bar with a quick, waltzing mince that is somehow menacing in its silliness. Now situated at a right angle slightly to the side of the small serving board in the tavern main, his worldly leer caused the hair upon the onlooker's nape to stand on end, rip itself off, and flee in terror. Now the onlooker is completely bald. Fearing that he will catch a nasty head-cold, the onlooker flees in terror. He ignores the open doorway, and leaps out a window in a huge explosion of glass. The midget turns and looks at a bronze-skinned giant with long black hair standing next to him. He climbs onto a stool, bringing his eyes to the level of the man' navel. He stares up at the living cliche, places his hands on his hips and cocks his head. "So you're the new tough guy in town, eh? You look like a sissy to me." The midget's Genericise is bovinely coarse, but it is much better than his Jazzercise. His stare has a glimmer that is not murderous, but might be closer to manslaughter. Or aggravated assault, if you really want to quibble. It is icy however. Sort of like a slushy from the Quik-E Mart. >-------------------------------------------------------------------------- >--------------------------- ____ > / \ > / \ > / \ >| G A K ! >| ______ > \ | THE PHALLIC SYMBOL OF DEATH > \_______| > The first Nuerosurgeon > the last Malpractice Case. -- The opinions expressed in this message are mine alone. This message does not necessarily reflect the positions or opinions of my company or organization.