1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask.... 2 ************************ INSTALLED: 4 JAN 85 **************************** 3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator 4 ************************************************************************* 5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION 6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM. 7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned 8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public. 9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is 10 Privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which 11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be 12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved) 13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the 14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the 15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace 16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up. 17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system. 18 ************************************************************ 19 20 {c}{I'm at the top! I didn't think it could be me!}{c}{c}{tammy}{c}{c}{85!} 21 {c}{p.s. Lurk lurk.}{c} 22 ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?/ 23 Rats! I missed a disk. Such is life, did anything happen of import? I see something about L'homme and that is all. 24 Would somebody tell me just what has happened to KRCK 101 FM ?? I think they have gone classical music, very strange. 25 ? ? ? ~ ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?/MiG/ ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? _ ? ? ?/ 26 MiG: They have... 27 ------------------------------------MM 28 && && && 29 MiG: See the Bit bucket for the news of KRCK (KLASIK?). 30 All: Does anyone out there beleive the claptrap the Lane County Prosecutor's Office is giving out about the gun they 31 ound ( in connection with the Diane Downs murder case ) bearing a duplicate serial number? I have worked with serial- 32 numbered items as a salesman for six years and have NEVER heard of ANY instance of even the shoddiest vendor duplicating 33 a serial number. Sometimes, for very specific purposes, they will leave them off entirely, but NEVER a duplication. 34 I have a lot more faith in the Ruger company official who testified at the trial that duplicate serial numbers were 35 (are)impossible than I have in the Lane County officials' ability to admit that the entire case they made against Ms. 36 Downs collapses in the light of this new evidence. Such an admission would show them up as fools (read:normal humans) on 37 a national scale. It's much easier to say that the "impossible" has occurred. As far as I can tell, Ms. Downs hasn't 38 both oars in the water, but that doesn't make her a killer. Let's hope the Attorney General (or someone) reopens the 39 case; if we're going to punish someone for murder, let's be absolutely SURE we have the right person. 40 && The Mad Actor && 41 IOIOIOIOIO ][ 42 43 ME: When said it was to dump income to wall st. (ha ha say you) You laugh more as you realize what inc. to dump. You 44 augh as you realize that it dumps to truh-mee-uhls place. worse yet, it takes five fours and thinks it will make 45 ixteen fifties. You are in hysterics when you think such thoughts. 46 look in a mirror. 47 48 IOIOIOIOIO ][ 49 !|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!| 50 WOAH! TALK ABOUT INCOMPREHENSIBLE! I GOT THE REFERENCE TO ATARI (TRUH-MEE-UHL = TRAMIEL, ATARI'S OWNER), BUT THE REST WENT 51 RIGHT PAST ME. TRANSLATION, ANYONE? 52 !|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!__THE SILVER GHOST__|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!|!| 53 && && && 54 I just noticed: NET is too good for its own good. Farley (apparently a real(!) NET agent) is down in Gaius' files as 55 NET impostor, while someone (presumably from NET) has scrambled the Device's program to kill all NET impostors! 56 ould there be someone in the NET who wants Farley out of the way? 57 && The Mad Actor && 58 000000000000000000000000NULL SET0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 59 60 I am fond of your Kid stories, they do seem kind of Adamsish now that you 61 mention it. 62 63 000000000000000000000000null set0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 64 65 tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt 66 67 gaudy minsky... 68 i seem to miss all of your messages... i never see one of your entries now... 69 did i miss an important peice of information at pc&s... sorry i could not talk 70 o you there... my age was noticed and i was firmly disposed of... 71 whenever you return... i will be waiting... sincerely... tylian... 72 tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt 73 74 ICELANDERISH STATEMENTS ICELANDERISH STATEMENTS ICELANDERISH STATEMENTS 75 76 tilean pressed the start button... the microwave started humming... soon it 77 ould peirce the air with a damnable whine... telling everyone just how done it 78 as... demanding that whatever was in it be taken away... obnoxious little 79 things microwaves were... 80 81 tilean waited until the timer said it was down to four seconds left... and 82 pressed the stop button quickly... avoiding the peircing tone altogether... 83 a tactic he would have to remember later tonight... a long evening was in 84 store... wading through all sorts of reports... net agencies right and left... 85 nd some agency making an appearence that would apparently be formidable to get 86 rid of... 87 88 tilean sat down at the terminal... a login prompt was waiting... he typed the 89 appropriate thirty character sstring... waited for the password keys... typed 90 in the appropriate thirty character string... waited... and then was allowed 91 access to his account... with master priviledges to all of thrike's database... 92 93 tilean called up the latest reports of net activities in the portland area... 94 oshua was alive... dangerfield was dead... joshua got him that way... all the 95 press agencies were told that dangerfield died of xenopolycythemia... a disease 96 often used to explain the deaths of imprtant people... it did not really exist 97 and almost every agency knew it... it was easily induced into a corpse... and 98 explained all sorts of skin diseases... especially bullet holes... 99 100 agent minsky of net had also dissapeared... perhaps she was making sure of 101 angefield's death... perhaps she was also investigating the mappearence of a 102 new agency in the region... preliminary reports added no information to the 103 little mention in history section... information confiscation... underground... 104 a cocky little government group rarely known to make mistakes... not too obnox- 105 ious... perhaps that would explain the sudden appearence... 106 107 agent farley had also dissapeared... wherabouts unknown... possibly recalled 108 by net... oddd situation there... recruited by pseudonet... left pseudonet for 109 net... and now operating free lance... at least that is what reports said... it 110 was possible that no one had the right information... only farley could tell 111 or sure... maybe not even him... that would not be new... 112 113 soviet submarine was due to be passing through the puget sound now... in all 114 likelyhood would be discovered by USS Forrestal currently docked in Seattle... 115 american ship Forrestal was draping a communications net around the pacific 116 ocean... it was to intercept all military and paramilitary signals... decode... 117 or deciper... and then relay to the american hydra computers... thrike did not 118 mind... it would also relay to thrike communications agencies all around the 119 pacific... no problems there... 120 121 american communications tap was named drape... it was not named by american 122 scientists... instead... tilean had inserted the name into preliminary reports 123 and no one noticed... a lot of *fun* these terminals... 124 125 ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt 126 127 everyone is pretty confused around here... farley... you tell us where and 128 why you are... that seems like it would be the most agreeable way to proceed... 129 What is it? tylian or tilean? 130 ?????????? 131 $##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# 132 NET member who sent me code on last disk: It was garbaged before I got to it. Only a half-sentence was recoverable. 133 'homme: Chuck seemed pleased with the info I gave him... it must have been those articles which I eventually found. 134 $##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# 135 I hadn't heard a thing so far. All of the corridors here, in fact, seemed a bit *TOO* quiet. 136 Hurrying along one side of the hall, I tried to think how I got here. After much straining of my grey matter, I gave 137 it up. No answers to be gained there. 138 t last, I sighted the Security room the men had been talking about. The door was open, and as I peeped around the 139 dge, my ears were greeted with the sound of a card game. My belongings were lying on a nearby counter... how sloppy 140 f them. 141 crawled in, moving slowly toward my things. The thin smoke that emanated from the ashtrays and tobacco at the card 142 able did it's small part in concealing my movement. 143 t last, I reached the table. Obviously, no one had taken time to examine my things- they had just been put aside. 144 I hoped that my abilities would be as underestimated as this in the future. 145 Carefully, I put each item in my pocket, except Betsy. Harumph. They'd even neglected to empty her. 146 I crawled out of the room with no trouble. Only then did I allow myself to breathe again. 147 Again I made my way carefully down the corridor. I came across several doors, but they were all clearly marked as 148 something else. Offices, janitors rooms, emergency exit, cell area b... 149 EMERGENCY EXIT? 150 found the door I wanted, pulled at the handle. It wouldn't budge. I thought of using Betsy on the lock, but the 151 noise would attract unwanted spectators. 152 I looked again at the door lock. A keyhole, and a small slit. 153 Slit? A flash of inspiration. I shoved the passcard into the slit. 154 Click. The door came open. A narrow passage beyond was visible. 155 Running down the passage, I nearly ran into another door. This one was the standard push-type, however, and I wasted 156 no time in using it. 157 WHOOOP! WHOOOP! WHOOOP! Drat, an alarm. I sprang through the door. 158 I found myself on the lowest level of a multi-level parking facility, the level reserved for "the management". 159 nbelievably, Fred was parked nearby. I jumped in, gunned the engine, and drove as quickly out of there as possible. 160 *ALMOST* didn't see the bright blue dot of a laser trace a line across the side of the concrete wall before me. 161 I didn't question who, or why, but just kept driving. A momentary glimpse from the rear-view mirror told me all I 162 needed to know. 163 A small drone, about 2' in diameter, floated above the VW bug that was obviously designed to carry it. One of its 164 various appendages was the source of that Medusa's gaze. 165 I also saw something else in that brief moment. Three men had followed me out, just moments behind. 166 They lay on the ground, cleanly cut in two. 167 I pushed the accelerator harder. In a few minutes, I was sure that no one had followed me. 168 "Fred?", I said. No reply. 169 Again I called for his attention. Still no reply. 170 amn, they must've disconnected him. I hope those manuals are accurate... 171 My thoughts were broken into by the strange behavior of one of those electronic bulb-signs you see in front of banks. 172 This one read, as it scrolled by, "FARLEY-COMPUTER LINKS I STILL HAVE. UNABLE TO DRIVE THOUGH. REPAIR REQUESTED." 173 So, he'd somehow found out where we were, and sent that message through the many twists and turns of the 174 telecommunications world, to end up on that bank's sign. 175 Or else, in desparation, he'd sent it to *ALL* the banks. 176 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# Farley #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# 01/04/84 - 09:12 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# 177 178 :::::Prometheus::: Mad Actor, from what you say, there is new evidence in the Downs case, which is the only criteria for a 179 retrial in the United States. 180 It does certainly put a shadow of doubt over the case. ::::: Prometheus::: 181 182 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 183 Wonks, Wimps and Nerds (words:Quentin Long, Music: Lilly Burbero 184 by way of the LA FilkHarmonics) 185 Joe Phan and Sue Phan - hear what I've heard - 186 We are now Science Wonks, Wimps and Nerds! 187 (No) more are we strange, obscene or absurd; 188 No! We're now Science Wonks, Wimps and Nerds! 189 190 Why is it wrong that we're optimist dreamers? 191 Why are we laughed at and shunned by mundanes? 192 (They) Worship the past; they're all Luddite extremists 193 (and) Use a mere half-a-percent of their brains! 194 195 Dreaming of space flight - as you've averred - 196 Makes us all Science Wonks, Wimps and Nerds. 197 If so, I'm glad to be a Rare Bird 198 Known as a Science Wonk, Wimp or Nerd. 199 200 Greenhouse effects and Malthusian crises; 201 Troubles in droves and no cures to be found. 202 Wonks, Wimps and Nerds say, "If you need cures, try _these_!" 203 "We'll keep your world from tumbling down!" 204 205 Mankind shall no more do Terra dirt 206 Thanks to us Science Wonks, Wimps and Nerds. 207 (For) Saving the planet, here's the good word; 208 Call on us Science Wonks, Wimps and Nerds! 209 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 210 211 Annie Stillson sat quietly, silence was the only way to convince her husband of anything when he got like this. 212 Annie opened her eyes for a second, curiosity had gotten the better of her, she wanted to see what effect she was having. 213 214 Alexei was waiting for this, he knew her little tricks, after all she had been using them for all two years of their short 215 married life. Alexei gave her a knowledgable look. 216 217 Annie could not stand it anymore, she exclaimed "Where are we going! I demand to know!" She stood and tried another trick, 218 bouncing along with the train. This one was much more new. 219 220 "I can not tell you, and you know it. So sit down and finish the game. I almost have you in Gammon." Alexei motioned for 221 her to sit back down. 222 "Oh yes you can, and *YOU* know it! The only reason you haven't told me is because you get a very weird pleasure out of 223 teasing me." Point said, Annie sat down, and started to consider a move. 224 225 "Alright, I admit it. You *DO* get cute when you don't know something you want to, and I could tell you if I wanted to." 226 Alexei decided to wait it out, until she broke down and asked... again. 227 228 She looked up from the board, and waited a moment and then said loudly "Then where are we going?" Annie was getting her 229 composure back. And was just a little harder to annoy now. 230 231 "Castiofore Castle, I have a freind there. I received a letter from him three days ago saying he needed some help, and 232 asking if I would come." Alexei waited for Annie to get used to this, and then continued. 233 "We are going to the Castle under the story that we are a freind of the Lord's, in for the wedding.The Lord's daughter is 234 to be married to my freind in three days hence." 235 236 "Then what trouble is he in, and why exactly is he your freind?" Annie was suspiscious of anyone who could have annoyed 237 her so much. 238 239 "I met him in medical school, in London. And he thinks that his fiancee is not the same person he proposed to." Alexei had 240 no idea how She was going to respond to this latest tid-bit. 241 242 "Not his true bride?" Asked Annie, she then continued "Why does he not think so?" 243 "My freind and his original fiancee played a little game. He would ask her if She liked him, and she would say 'Why, yes, 244 I love you.' Five days ago, my freind repeated this game, and his fiancee did not answer with the right response." 245 246 "Well maybe she forgot, or simply did not wish to play the game. Ladies do get tired of Men you know?" Annie seemed proud. 247 "No, when he asked Her about it, She knew nothing of the game. That is when he started noticing other things. Intimate and 248 otherwise." Alexei shamed Annie to a point where She was either going to have to continue the discussion red-faced or was just 249 going to have to give it up. 250 251 "Well then, when will we arrive at Castle Castiofore?" A change of subject, Alexei was sorry to have had to embarrass Her 252 like that, but if She persisted in it too long, he might start to wonder about his freind too. 253 254 divovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivovedivove 255 256 DIVOVE: i before e except after c. 257 friend not freind 258 ==================== a poor speller myself, but the obvious ones get to me 259 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PaPa 260 TILEAN: In response to that other person, I like TI-LE-AN better. 261 SONDARGAARD: I think DUNE in 3 would be ok. Maybe just leave the 262 house vol down. 263 FARLEY: Glad you were being so well noticed. (Just go ahead and slip 264 in, recover your 'betsy' and stuff, and then slip out again,,, sure!) 265 well i must go find my 30 character id code to get onto that system, 266 ... now where did i write it down ... oh yea, on the safe ... 267 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PaPa Smurf ~~~~~~ 268 269 `'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`' 270 I believe that the time has come to reveal my presence to all. 271 I have been pushed into this limelight by a benifactor of unknown call to 272 me at the present time. Alas, I am here by my own accord none the less. 273 A name has been chosen, and I will be forced to deal with many. Many will 274 be forced to deal with me. Nay, I am not just the passing fancy of one on 275 holiday, I am one that will last even longer than the passage of the time 276 called "full moons". Prehaps the chores that will be relayed to me from 277 the one(s) that brought me here will not be to much of a burden to those 278 required to participate. Woe, that it is to play the fool to anothers 279 whims. But such as these are not forsaken to triffeling banter to all. 280 This time is at an end, so I say to you- Fare thee well- 281 `'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`' "Mystery Author" `'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`' 282 283 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- 284 OH, I GET IT I'M JUST SUPPOSED TO USE A BUNCH OF WEIRD SYMBOLS LIKE THESE 285 TO SET ME APART FROM THE REST OF THE STAMPEDE? I'LL PLAY THE GAME. 286 WHAT'S ALL THIS ABOUT COMPUTER LINKS AND MISSLES IN FINLAND? ALMNOST EVERY 287 TIME I CALL BACK, ALL THE STUFF THAT SOMEBODY'S PUT ON THIS BOARD HAS 288 GONE AWAY. MY TOUGH LUCK I GUESS. SINCE EVERYBODY MAKES UP THEIR OWN NAMES 289 AROUND HERE I'LL DO THE SAME. --+ JUGGLER +-- 290 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- 291 292 `'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`' 293 I have returned with a riddle in me mind that wouldn't allow me the cutesy 294 to sleep on this dire subject. And it was this- Am I to be the -D.O.-? 295 Or shall that be the name from which strings shall tie unto me as do 296 those form the Puppeteer to his Puppet? I am in such a quandery, my eyes 297 will not stay closed for they seek the answers in the light, and there 298 is no answer for there is no light. Oh, what is it that causes me such 299 a curse as to make me a creature like UnDead? My pen faulters, but my eyes 300 shall remain open until morrow is nigh... I bid the rest- sleep well. 301 `'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`' "Mystery Author" `'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`' 302 `'`'`' 'Tis an early six hours and eight this morning... oh, to sleep... 303 mMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmM 304 Dan stepped out into the corridor following the man with the ink blot. A 305 short way down the corridor, down a side branch, to the second door. Dan 306 noticed as they passed that the doors were not numbered, instead they were 307 marked in an unfamiliar manner, many with quite complex designs. 308 As they entered, Dan noticed his guide trace a small circle on a white 309 rectangle set into the front of the door. 310 mMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMm The Machrioness mMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmMmM 311 312 ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 313 Farley, the alarm went "WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP"? Was it made by the Bud Clark Alarm Company? 314 ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 315 316 /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ 317 Luingil rose from her table and flipped her last coin on the table- 318 a tip for the Innkeeper. She had spent a lot of her free time in this corner 319 during her vacation, listening to the stories of the travellers and the 320 locals, storing up small facts and fantasies...she was scheduled for a writing 321 class at the Academie next term, and maybe one of them would help her with an 322 assignment. 323 She drew her blue cloak about her shoulders, and made sure that the 324 blue star wouldn't be poking her in the chest. She filed through the crowd, 325 taking one last, long look at the fabled, famous Backwater Inn before she 326 went through and closed the doors. She trudged through the night past the 327 leafless Rowan Tree, towards the Teleportal to the Osu Academie, and as she 328 left the circle of light pouring through the windows, she thought on the one 329 resolution that she would definitely keep this year... to return to the Inn. 330 /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ 331 The above is just my rather soppy way of saying that I have to return 332 to Corvallis now. 333 TO NEW USERS: The purpose for this board is that there is no purpose! 334 this is for stories on any theme, discussions ditto. Picture the conversations 335 you could hear in a Tavern..fantastical or otherwise...and you have the purpose 336 for the Backwater Inn. 337 TO T(I/Y)LEAN: Thanx for telling us WHO DUN IT... now I can sleep nites 338 at OSU... 339 TO EVERYONE: Thank you for sharing your artistic workings with all of 340 us lesser mortals (who never get the courage to put up a story.)KEEP IT UP!! 341 /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/Luingil/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/(Au Rivers!!)\/\/\/\/\/\ 342 343 98765432112345677899876543211234567899876543211234567899876543211234678998765432---------------------------------------- 344 8765432112345677899876543211234567899876543211234567899876543211234678998765432---------------------------------------- 345 CAN ANYONE FIGURE OUT THIS PATTERN? 346 347 I MEAN CAN ANYONE UNSCRAMBLE THIS WORD? 348 349 EATHSILLHS 350 351 GOOD LUCK !!!! 352 353 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 354 355 THIS STORY WRITTEN BY O.J. HOWARD 356 357 THE PHONE RINGS... JULIE ANXIOUSLY AWAITS THE CALL FROM HER BOYFRIEND. HER PARENTS ARE GONE FOR THE WEEK, SHE HAS THE 358 HOUSE TO HERSELF. SHE HURRIES TO THE LIVING ROOM TO ANSWER THE PHONE... IT'S STRANGE... SOMEBODY IS WHISPERING ON THE 359 OTHER SIDE OF THE LINE... JULIE I WANT TO KISS YOU... JULIE HANGS UP THE PHONE, AND RUNS ABOUT THE HOUSE, CLOSING ALL 360 THE CURTAINS, AND MAKING SURE ALL THE DOORS AND WINDOWS WERE LOCKED. THE PHONE RINGS AGAIN... A VOICE SAYS... I WANT 361 YOU HAAAA HAAAA HAAAA... AND I AM GOING TOO... PREPARE TO HAVE SOME FUN TONIGHT. 362 AN HOUR LATER, JULIE IS SITTING WATCHINGMTV. THE PHONE RINGS AGAIN, BUT THIS 363 TIME SHE IS NOT GOING TO ANSWER IT... BUT THEN AGAIN IT COULD BE HER BOYFRIEND 364 CALLING, SO SHE REACHES OVER AND ANSWERS THE PHONE. THE STRANGERS VOICE AGAIN. 365 .. ARE YOU READY, I AM... I GOT THE HOTS FOR YOU... SLUUUURRRRRP. JULIE HANGS 366 UP THE PHONE, AND WATCHES THE NEW VIDEO BY MICHAEL JACKSON, HER FAVORITE SINGER.THE PHONE RINGS ONCE AGAIN, BEFORE THE 367 PERSON ON THE OTHER LINE COULD EVEN SPEAK SHE SAYS, IF YOU REALLY WANT MY BODY, 368 COME ON OVER, I WILL GIVE YOU THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE... THE VOICE SAYS... OH RE 369 ALLY... I THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER GIVE IN. IN FIVE MINUTES OR LESS THERE IS A 370 KNOCK ON THE DOOR. JULIE REALLY THOUGHTTHAT THE GUY BELIEVED HER. SHE PEEKS OU 371 T THE CURTAIN, SHE SEES SOMEONE AT THE DOOR, BUT SHE CANT SEE WHO IT IS... SO 372 SHE GOES TO THE DOOR, AND ASKS WHO IT IS... ITS THE SAME VOICE AS ON THE TELE- 373 PHONE... BUT THEN THE VOICE CHANGED ITS TONE, IT WAS HER BOYFRIEND. HER BOYFRIEND SAYS, DID I SCARE YOU... THAT WAS ME 374 GIVING YOU ALL THOSE PHONE CALLS. SHE OPENS THE DOOR , AND LETS HIM IN. JULIE 375 SAYS TO HIM, NEVER DO THAT AGAIN... AND HER BOYFRIEND SAYS, WILL YOU STILL LET ME HAVE YOUR BOD, YOU PROMISED IT TO ME 376 ON THE PHONE, THEY GO INTO THE BEDROOM 377 AND CLOSE THE DOOR.... 378 379 380 THE END--- 381 382 HEY O.J. THAT WAS A PRETTY GOOD STORY, ARE YOU NEW TO THIS B.B.S. TOO? KEEP UP THE GOOD STORIES 383 384 *%_)#*@%)_*%_!)%#*)_@*_)&^*)_%&*_#)^*#_)^&*)_&*_)*&_)*&_)*&_)$*%&_)$*&_$)%&*_*) 385 "Geez I wish I had my car!", I said to myself, while trying not to be 386 overcome with carbon monoxide fumes emanating from the back of the bus. History 387 may someday show us that the invention of the mass-transit bus did more to 388 hinder the development of civilization than any Wink Martindale game show could 389 ever hope to do. 390 Just then, two uniformed men, who from their swagger sticks and 391 official manner, obviously worked for the bus company, boarded the bus and 392 began checking each unlucky patron for fare inspection. 393 Finally, both made their way to the back of the bus, and me. "Who 394 are you sneering at punk?", demanded one of the little Hitlers. "Ur, are you 395 talking to me?", I replied. Then I realized why I was getting such special 396 attention: I was back in my Billy Idol disguise (I'll never forgive Gaudy 397 for getting me this getup). "Yea, punk.", the other would-be-dictator said. 398 "*WE* are talking to you. Let's see your proof-of-payment. And don't give 399 us any lip!" I have always hated trite idioms, but I complied. No need to 400 get in trouble with the local boys in grey. 401 I seemed to pass their little inspection; my proof-of-payment was 402 in order, so they left me alone. My mind drifted to thoughts of Petrov. The 403 mission had helped me forget a bit of the hatred I held for him, but my 404 vengeance would not be stifled. "Until we meet my dear friend", I laughed to 405 myself. 406 The trail to the apartment building was not hard to follow, thanks 407 to the COMSET links and a never-ending trail of eager snitches, willing to 408 spill their entire life stories for a few dollars American. It's amazing 409 what one can learn from the window of a bus that has to stop every other 410 block to pick up or let off more passengers. 411 The last mile or so I had to walk, but that is to be expected. The 412 city bus routes were obviously planned by throwing numbered darts at a city 413 map, blindfolded. But the bus stop could have been farther away from the 414 destination of the funny looking foreign job and the guy with blood stains; 415 this could have been East county. 416 After spending several minutes following the most probable route 417 of the car (if only NET probability training included dice rolling, maybe 418 I could do better at one of the NET risk parties) I finally spotted the 419 car parked in a lot next to an apartment building. Everything seemed quiet 420 outside, but... Something strange... Call it a sixth sense if you will, but I 421 couldn't shake it. Something big was about to go down. It all seemed to 422 revolve around this apartment building. 423 I started to make my way towards the apartment building entrance. 424 "This is it," I said to myself, unholstering the new NET issue weapon I had 425 been chosen to test. "I hope Ian knew what he was doing having me field-test 426 this baby..." 427 *%#)_@*%_@#)%*@#_)*^%#)_$^*#)_$*^*)_**^_)#*^_)#*^)_#*^)_#*^_)*+*^+#*^_#!*^*)_* 428 Farly: Glad you were so much help. Do I need to hint anymore on where you 429 should show up next? 430 Mikey: I'll give you a call Monday and get that company's number/address/what- 431 ever from you. Thanks for the help. 432 _)*#$%_)@*%_*%)_@#*%@)_#%@_)*% L'homme sans Parity *%)_@#*%@)_#*%@)_*%@)_#*%@_* 433 434 JoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshua 435 No entry, just a comment. It seems everyone is gathering at the apartment, for 436 the great climax of the story. Perhaps even Farley will show up (and stop 437 playing around the fringes; as far as I'm concerned, you are welcome to join in.) 438 Since Petrov is returning to OSU tomorrow, there is really only time for one 439 more entry from him. Since the reunion of Joshua & Petrov should be such a 440 dramatic scene, I felt I could not do his character justice on my own, so we 441 decided to collaborate on the entry. As you can see, there has been no entry 442 for several days. Which just goes to prove the old sayings about committees. 443 Well, we'll see what happens. 444 JoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshuaJoshua 445 -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ 446 447 BY ................. STEVE WOMACK 448 449 I LOOK INTO THE COMPUTER SCREEN, AND 450 NOTICE THAT SOMETHING HAS INTERUPPTED 451 MY GAME OF ZAXXON. THE SCREEN CLEARS 452 AND READS AS FOLLOWS... 453 454 HELLO, THIS IS DAMIEN 455 HOW ARE YOU TONIGHT? 456 457 ENTER CHOICE... 458 459 1) MAKE A NEW PASSWORD. 460 2) CHECK BANK ACCOUNT. 461 3) SHOP-AT-HOME-SERVICE 462 463 > 464 465 SO BEING CURIOUS I ENTERED 2 AND THE 466 SCREEN CLEARED... 467 468 JOSEPH KINGSTON... ACCT. # 73636263-85 469 470 BALANCE AS OF 1-4-85 .... 471 472 MUST BE THE MOON. 473 [a][b][c][d][e][f][g][h][i][j][k][l][m][n][o][p][q][r][s][t][u][v][w][x][y][z] 474 Don't expect other people to make your life the way you want it. They 475 have their own ideas and wants, and they seldom agree with your veiws of life. 476 If you wish to live your life the way you want to, you must do it yourself. 477 No one is going to help you, they are too busy living their own lives. 478 So resolve as of this day, you will live your own life your own way, and not 479 be cajoled or otherwise controlled by those who would have you live your life 480 their way. They are trying to make the world conform to what they consider is 481 the proper way of living, but that doesn't mean you have to live that way. 482 It is your life to live not theirs, and they have no right to force you to 483 live it their way. 484 Remember this the next time someone tells you what you MUST do. 485 [a][b][c][d][e][f][g][h][i][j][k][l][m][n][o][p][q][r][s][t][u][v][w][x][y][z] 486 487 488 ################################################################### 489 The Innkeeper lay upon his cot, restlessly tossing and turning. Suddenly 490 he cries out into the still night air, "No!" Sitting on the edge of the 491 cot, the Innkeeper wraps his arms about himself, still shaking at the 492 intensity of the nightmare. 493 The Innkeeper had been laying in his cot gazing into the darkened room 494 trying to find sleep, when a shadow passed over him. Peering into the 495 gloom, he could just make out someone standing nearby. Then he saw a 496 knife blade in her hand reflecting the weak moonlight seeping through 497 the curtained window. The Innkeeper spoke in a none to steady voice, 498 "Who are you? What do you want?" When the stranger spoke, he knew who 499 it was. "I've come for revenge!" It did leave the Innkeeper stunned 500 however, "But why? I thought you were my friend? What have I done to 501 make you feel this way Pam?" She responed angrily, "Bah! You men are 502 all alike, no sensitivity at all, you could care less about my feelings, 503 you only care about your own overinflated ego." The Innkeeper was 504 quite shocked at this outburst, "That's just not true, I care very much 505 about you. I love you!" At this, Pam just laughs, "You're just saying 506 that to save your filthy hide! Enough of this talk! You're now going 507 to pay for ruining my life! I'm not going to let you hurt me again!" 508 As the knife came down towards his chest, the Innkeeper screamed, "No!" 509 Still shaking, the Innkeeper got up and moved to the window, and pulled 510 aside the ragged curtain to look out at the rear court of the Inn. The 511 moon glinted off of the ice encrusted puddles left by the rain from a 512 few nights ago, providing an eiry silent world outside. Knowing that he 513 was not going to be able to sleep anymore that night, the Innkeeper put 514 another log in the stove, lighted a lamp, and settled down to read a 515 book to try to get his mind off of the nightmare. 516 ####################### The Innkeeper ################################# 517 518 Heavy stuff... --Herbie 519 520 I really hope someone can get hardcopy of this stuff, I would like to keep my 521 entries- etc. etc. blah blah blah `'`'`' "Mystery Author" `' 522 523 524 ###################################################################### 525 It is much later... The Innkeeper swatted at the stray sunbeam as it 526 crawled slowly across his face. Then, awaking with a start, he realized 527 that he had fallen asleep. At least he had been untroubled by fearful 528 spectors this time. But why should he have such a nightmare as that? He 529 held no grudge against Pam, and he knew of none that she held against him. 530 So why the dream? It caused him to tremble just thinking about it. 531 532 Looking out the window, the Inkeeper saw that the sun had melted the ice 533 and frost from the grounds, but instead of making things better, it seemed 534 to leave the landscape look bleak and desolate. The late afternoon sun 535 lent a brownish gray tinge to it all. Shivering at the ill omen, the 536 Innkeeper turned back to his sparse room. 537 538 A knock at the door. Now what could that be? Opening it, the Innkeeper saw 539 a messenger boy who silently held out an envelope. Tipping the boy a 540 copper, the Innkeeper took the letter and opened it. Drat! Another 541 Christmas dinner? What is this? The holidays are over, must they continue 542 to obtrude upon me still? And this time mother says she will never forgive 543 me if I'm late again. Sigh... maybe I can get away in time to get at least 544 one certain thing done. At least, I hope so. 545 546 Ah yes, decisions, whether we make the choice to meekly follow the demands 547 of others, or purposfully go our own way, it is in the end our own 548 decision. Like it or not, we choose our own destiny. Whether it be by 549 following the paths of others, or striking out on our own, the choice is 550 made by you and you alone. Just rememeber that you can always change your 551 mind, and take another path or forge one anew whenever you wish. 552 553 (So why do I relent and go to the dinner when I would rather be doing 554 something else? Sigh, such is life.) 555 ###################### The Innkeeper ################################## 556 557 **************************************** 558 Pam: If you're out there, remember the CPM system I told you about? 559 Why not try it. Type a couple of carraige returns to get it going. 560 ***************** CISTOP MIKEY ****************************** 561 562 I do not do much here, actually I only lurk. Tho only real interactive thing I ever did was turnig on my terminal. 563 Yeah, all I d, really, is turn on and off my terminal. Sometimes I leave messages though. 564 Yeah, my messages usually say I leave messages. Sometimes I will leave a message that says I never leave messages. 565 I do not do much around here, actually, I only lurk. And that seems to be everything I wanted to say. 566 So I'll see you later, and remember, I only lurk, I never leave messages, and when I do, they say I lurk and never leave any 567 messages. 568 I'll be ambling along now, and I'll see you later, or maybe I wont. Cause I only lurk, I never see people, and when I do see 569 people, I tell 'em I only lurk, and never see people. 570 571 lurkerlurkerlurkerlurkerlurkerandsoonandsoonadabsurdum 572 573 Funny,at least it was funny. I only wonder what will happen when the mystical lurkers get hold of him though. 574 575 576 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (if you read this, DA & Enter something) 577 So it has come to pass that I DO nothing in the late of night. The 578 only thing that happens is the passing of each faded, tired, and lonely 579 hour spent in this chair. For the complete truth to be told, my fingers 580 are the part of me, except for my eyes, that make any attempt at motion- 581 the movement being the only disernable activity to prove that I am even 582 remotely alive. It may even be a prevarication to say that I am even 583 in an awakened state as my fingures tap gently away in what has become 584 the late early hours of the following morning. Although not alone, mine 585 are the only eyes that are open to such meekness. Having requested to 586 use the entrance to The INN, my numb digits press forward into farther 587 reaches of what may only be a non-remembered dream for the vast majority 588 that will never read such entries as these. I do not mean to be in such 589 a philosophical mood, it is just the way I feel ALL of the time when I 590 am in solitude. The odd thing is, not until I have started to use this 591 extrordinary (sp?) vehicle did I even consider the possibility of altering 592 my simplest thought processes of communication. Let me be the first to 593 admit in my case that I have been using two and more identities here. 594 Each identity I use, I try to create a differing flare, something to set 595 its' life apart from what may be known as my other selfs. Now I have 596 found that the 'personalities' I use are becoming more profound, a 597 little bit more filled with a twist of uniqueness. To you, the 598 Master, Michael Day, I can not thank you enough for weathering that 599 emotional storm and coming out hardened, refreshed, and victorious. 600 I am at loss for words -momentarily- to express the quantities of 601 emotion and revelation you have helped me unlock within myself with 602 having merely remained open to your public, a public that has grown 603 and shared much with their new friends that may only be recognized by 604 the oddest of symbols used to distinguish one apart from the rest. 605 I am fully aware that because I have chosen this form of communication 606 (bottom of db) you may not receive this message until days have passed 607 and these words are stacked with the other disks that have acumulated 608 a wealth of onformation- relavent or otherwise. 609 The phrase I use quite frequently when I notice that a new phase is taking 610 over The INN is this- "it looks as if I've jumped on the bandwagon again". 611 It applies once again. A (old & new) friend has informed me that The INN 612 is a lot like what has happened here within the past few weeks. He said, 613 "It is almost always going through changes. It is in a Fantasy state now, 614 but it will change to become full of spy stories later, and will 615 eventually come back around to being filled with discussions on many 616 diferent philosophies." Yes, that's true. When you have finally read this 617 entry that may only pass like the chill wind, please let me know that you 618 have and if further discussions are permissable. I have noticed 619 lately that you have once again been struck with the icy feelings of 620 a love, loss, disillusionment(?), and recently, confusion. Your entries 621 may pass some by, but never do they pass by me unnoticed. Prehaps I 622 care too much for the ones I do not know- and not enough for the ones 623 which I know well... (another bandwagon? maybe not) I have 624 been told that I cannot keep blaming what has/has not happened in my past 625 for the things which affect me in the present. Dammit! I only feel that 626 way inrespect to times that others will never understand! 627 woooooops... sorry for that last outbreak, I got carried away- as is the 628 case when I speak of my emtions. (kids will be kids; and e/only will...) 629 I am at an end. *PLEASE* reply, okay? --->Michael Sondargaard TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 629