1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask.... 2 ************************ INSTALLED: 24 MAY 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 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 21 22 After a rather disgusting preformance a few disks back, I can tell that every 23 once in a while, other people have problems too. Enter only is a deplorable 24 condition. It does have advantages though. 25 26 I am all for a new storyline. And from the polls I have taken, everyone is 27 just a little bit sick of the Net stories and their headline snapping samplers. 28 29 So, which shall it be? Fantasy stories, or perhaps true science fiction. 30 A totally new spy story with different, and deeper chacters? Many other ideas 31 are open to us. 32 33 Personally, I prefer stories with a strong fantasy background, say, swords 34 and evil monsters. But ships, and dingy interstellar pubs and inns. No pun 35 or anything like that with Our in or anything. 36 37 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 38 39 So sorry, did not even mention my name. It is Prometheus. 40 41 NO KIDDING? 42 What happened to the Sahara story that was here earlier? 43 44 ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? 45 ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? 46 those who want to read something a little different, here's something 47 ritten in Middle English (appropriate for our Inn, no?). A glossary will 48 so you can figure out what was going on. 49 Once there was a testif, likerous maid who thencheth that life in the city 50 be yerne indeed. She wanted to leave the farm because she was auntrous, 51 but also because her mother all day gruccheth and snibbeth. So off she went 52 n the Liverpool Tombesteres all toty with excitement. Soon after she 53 an to swink, along came a saucefleem gnof who much loved bobaunce and was 54 l ways corrumpable. Now you wouldn't think our girl would be taken in 55 this gnof whose whole ambition was to swive her, but it was like jogelrye. 56 as a jangler and, before she knew it, she had given him her cliket. 57 few days later, caitif and full of wanhope, she returned home, bravely 58 floiting as she trudged through the greves. For once, her mother did not snib 59 r daughter told of the gnof who through his fuminositee, fneseth, routeth, 60 yexeth all night long. In short, he was full wlatsom and tikel to boot. 61 tory, indeed, but soon finished. Indeed, before long, our maid was 62 and happy as a brokking lark or rubible, but perhaps not quite so 63 testif as before. 64 K, Spell Alert, let's see you run THAT through your Funk & Wagnall. 65 66 auntrous: in search of adventure jogelrye: optical illusion 67 bobaunce: boast likerous: wanton 68 kking: trilling rout: (to) snore 69 tif: wretched rubible: fiddle 70 iket: latchkey saucefleem: pimply 71 pable: capable of corruption swink: to work 72 (to) whistle testif: headstrong 73 e: (to) snort, breath heavily thenche: imagine 74 nositee: alcoholic fumes tikel: changeable 75 gnof: boor tombesteres: dancing girls 76 eves: foliage toty: dizzy 77 che: (to) grumble wanhope: despair 78 er: blabbermouth wlatsom: loathsome 79 nib: scold yerne: lively yexe: (to) hiccup 80 ??????????????????????????????? QUIZMASTER ???????????????????????????????? 81 82 My apologies for the poor upload. I was trying a different terminal program, 83 and as you can see, it didn't quite cut it. 84 CISTOP - feel free to delete it (starting with the double row of ?????), 85 and I will upload it again later from a different machine. (it's only a poor 86 archaic RS Model 1, but it WORKS). 87 L'homme - you are intimately familiar with the terminal program what I am 88 at this moment using. (THAT I am using). Last chance is PC-TALK, unless 89 Cistop chooses to make Copylink available, or I get my hands on that 90 vaporware version of Pro-Yam. 91 ?????????????????????????????????? QUIZMASTER ?????????????????????????????????? 92 _____________________________________________________________________ 93 -so it seems that i should be writing another one of these 94 entries right about now. the next time you here the words 95 i'll tell you that i'm happy if you want me to 96 try to remember what the words were before them and i will have some 97 firghtening self slander for you when we next meet. i said that it 98 seems time for another entry but it is not. i have decided that there 99 should not be anymore of this depressive atmosphere in my ramblings 100 any longer. i will leave it up to the others... for now. 101 __________________________________________________________________mg_ 102 or was it only a misinterpretation? i only hope that is the case. 103 _____________________________________________________________________ 104 105 Have you been downtown and tripped over the "save or religion" group? 106 If Scientology can get by as religion maybe we could claim BWMS as a 107 religion, and we worship here in the Inn. Tax free. High priest Mike 108 presiding over holy ale???? It's worth a try. 109 In a more serious vein, Mike, could you put the date at the bottom of 110 your disk header, say at about line 18, instead of at the top? It's the 111 best way to find out how much I have missed since I was last on, but how 112 many many time have I read the disclaimer?? 113 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BAD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 114 ??????????<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>???????????? 115 It started with only four people and a mule. One and the mule were out 116 of town. Our employer was gone, gone much to long for a normal buying 117 trip. We began to worry. Not so much that we were worried about pur 118 boss but more that we were worried about the fact that he owed us at 119 least 2 months wages and it wasn't below him to skip out. 120 After about 3 weeks of waiting for the boss to return the credit 121 collectors started pounding on our door. 122 ??????????<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>???????????? 123 124 (good grief! 20 lines in 24 hours!!!!) 125 126 To:all Portland-area PC users 127 From:Derek 128 Re:more bbses 129 Does anyone know of any bulletin boards in Portland that will let you 130 download? If so, please leave their number on this bulletin board. Thanx 131 132 ????? lurk ????? 133 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 134 "Very good, Grann, very good. You've improved amirably. I believe you 135 are ready to help me with a project I've been considering for some time now. 136 I'd like to build a transferrance room," Milchar said to his bright Gnomish 137 pupil, who had just appeared without preamble out of thin air. 138 "A transferrance room? I believe I read something about one of those in 139 Library D. A portal to any number of selected places, I believe," the Gnome 140 stated as he sat down on the lawn chair that was placed beside the one Milchar 141 was reclining on. It was a beautiful, sunny day in Celene. 142 "Yes, that is it. I would like to have a way to easily get to all of the 143 chambers within the tower. As you know, there are at least 1,394 chambers 144 cataloged in Library A, only 200 or so in actual use. Numerous other tunnels, 145 side passages, and dimensional twists make Rindoven a cartographer's nightmare. 146 The previous occupants, if there ever were any, left no trace of their being. 147 It was only discovered after my father bought this land, decades ago. I can 148 remember our exploration party getting lost, after they had gotten inside..." 149 Grann listened patiently to Milchar ramble on, slightly amused at his 150 fond recollection of past events. "Will this help me with the magic contest?" 151 Milchar stopped abruptly, and considered the question. "If you can build 152 a transferrance room, my boy," he said, "you can go ANYWHERE" 153 "Anywhere? How will that help?" 154 "If nothing else, then you can go to a place where a wizard will teach 155 you the skills you need to win the contest. Speculum, for instance. One 156 dimension away 'vertically', only a short jaunt." 157 Grann seemed satisfied after hearing this, and agreed to help. 158 Milchar stood up, streched. "But first, we must get some materials. 159 Gather up the travelling books, we're off to collect a few rare minerals. Oh, 160 get a pick or two and pack some food, will you? I'll look after the other 161 arrangements. We'll sleep, then move off in the morning. Off with you, now! 162 Mind, rest your powers, and don't teleport in. You've drawn up enough power 163 out of you for one day. Use too much, and..." Milchar let his voice trail off. 164 "I won't. In the morning, then." 165 "In the morning." 166 ++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++++++++++ 10:02pm, May 25, 1985 ++++++ 167 To: Long time lurker 168 What did you mean by lines 580-583 on disk b:? 169 From: Short time lurker. 170 ----------------------------------------------- 171 172 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Zymphrumple op Cargh*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 173 Milch: Very Interesting. 174 The battered fughter half sat, half fell into his chair. There was some- 175 thing about the way he looked, sort of half dead. His chain shirt was much 176 beaten, bent and in places rusted. one eyelid was half swolen shut. 177 The INN's fine aile did much to revive his spirit and he could not help 178 overhearing the tale of an edifice whose rooms and passages were half unknown 179 even to its present owners. It sounded a welcome change from the pits of 180 EAMON ware he had receintly aquired the style: the late zymph. A nice dingey 181 dusty back corner to rest his weary mace and perhaps do a bit of exploring. 182 but then the mage and his student had drifted seperately back toward the 183 sleeping rooms. perhaps I'll look them up in the morning zymph thought to 184 himself as he ordered a large slab of roast beast. 185 (yes its me *=*=*=*=* in another form. a form that doesnt usualy appeal 186 to me all that much but what the heck. might as well see ware it takes me till 187 i tire of it. as to ware i aquired it; well ya see there's this game on rain- 188 forrest... speaking of other boards; the next time the disc is just too full 189 here or on tanis and yyou've got the urge to write something, well thares a lot 190 of space and not tooo many writers just now on the story board (board #2) at 191 the alt world: T.A.W.: 777-0709 24 hrs. and let me tell you, what writting 192 there is is pritty long on sense of wonder whatever it might otherwise lack) 193 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 194 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 195 Grief is not a "socially acceptable" emotion. In certain cases, it is 196 socially required -- at the funeral of a loved? one -- but still it is an 197 emotion that we find culturally emberassing. It is somehow "well bred" to 198 supress the pain and rage we feel. Pain, cutting, tearing at our innermost 199 self, leaving emotional scars and wounds that feel, at the time, that they 200 can never be healed. Rage, the raw, red fury at the world that allows such 201 a thing to happen. Fury that, unleashed, could bring a diety down to the 202 muck of its own creation. 203 We know know much of the anatomy of grief, and have some vocabulary with 204 which to speak of it. We know that the emotion runs across a spectrum from 205 mildest melancholy to the black depths of grief-induced depression that often 206 ends in death. We have charted the progressions of loss, the numb despairing 207 feeling brought by unexpected knowledge, the rejection --"No! It can't be true!" 208 -- the feelings of pain and rage, and the slow, slow process of healing. We 209 can chart the course of the soul through the storm of grief, but we cannot help 210 the soul progress. 211 The piper, racked by powerful waves of emotion that he could not understand, 212 moved farther into the forest, seeking solitude. Sobbing and stumbling, 213 clothes and skin scratched and torn, he made his way through the indifferently 214 lighted forest. The sun had long since left the sky, its place taken by the 215 wan, cool, moon. 216 Deep within the forest, light seldom penetrates. Thousands of eager leafy 217 branches hold out their leaves, seeking the golden photons of the sun as 218 beggars in an overcrowded city seek alms. Even midday sun hardly reaches 219 the floor of the forest, the wealth of light reduced to a mere trickle. 220 Night on the forest floor is a blackness that is almost a thickness in the 221 throat, something with substance that takes an effort to breath. You can 222 move through this blackness, unseeing, for the thickness of the forest's 223 canopy makes the spaces beneath the trees nearly free of undergrowth, but 224 the ropy twine of roots across the forest floor, the occasional hole filled 225 with loose duff that gives beneath the unwary step, and the looming boles of 226 the trees waiting to strike bruising blows in gh 227 (oops ch /gh/the) darkness make travel hazardous at best. 228 This stygnian darkness is sometimes releived for a brief space of time where 229 one of the forest monarchs has fallen, sometimes taking a neighbor with himself. 230 These brief-lived clearings quickly fill with light-loving plants until some 231 young sapling can establish itself as the heir of the fallen monarch and reach 232 to the canopy and fill the empty space. It was such a clearing, just filling 233 with vegatative tribute to the fallen monarch, into which the piper stumbled. 234 Falling on his knees before the moon glowing like a great silver coin in the 235 sky, blood trailing blackly from cuts and scratches on his face and body, 236 the piper reached up clawed fingers as if to tear the moon from the sky -- 237 tensed muscles defined sharply under the abused skin -- the piper turned his 238 tear-wet face to the sky and howled a pure animal sound of pain and rage. 239 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 240 >>>>>>>------------------------------- The Sentry ------------------>>>>>>> 241 242 ________________________________________________________________________________ 243 I am sorry somewhat felt they had to remove my Voyage story from above. It had 244 resided starting on or about line 40. I was set to upload part II today, but 245 instead I will upload part I again. I can't understand why it was deleted, 246 certainly there was no material contained therein that could be contrued as 247 insulting or malicious. But perhaps my mores are different than the rest of 248 you, so I will let you decide. 249 _______________________________________________________________________________ 250 251 Voyage 252 Part 1 253 254 The sun, now high in the sky, beat down on the landscape below with 255 its incessant drumming of heat. No portion of the parched surface could 256 escape the onslaught. Shadows ceased to be at this time of day, the land was 257 flat and the few outcroppings of rock pointed straight upwards, accusing 258 fingers in the direction of their torment. 259 260 It was into this Hell-incarnate the Earth ship Sahara landed, or 261 rather was forced to land. A world, a solid place to stand, was still 262 preferable to death in the icy black void of space, or so the crew of 263 Sahara thought. It was a small solar system; a lone arid planet between 264 two class G stars in a near circular 3-body orbit roughly 160 million miles 265 in diameter; that the crew was forced to land. Of course Sahara had little 266 real choice in the matter. It was land on the planet, or become one with 267 the ether of outer space, a victim of a malfunctioning ion-star drive. 268 269 Dry Gulch the crew had called it, when their humor, and their 270 supplies had been more plentiful. The men and women handling the touchdown 271 had done an admirable job, no major injuries resulted from the near dead-stick 272 landing, but Sahara, the once proud ship of the interstellar fleet, would 273 never again mingle with the stars. Good Sahara, even in her space craft 274 death, did not cease to serve those who inhabited her. She became dormitory, 275 kitchen, commons, bedroom, and refuge from the never ending sun. She was 276 the only place Man could live on this planet, as the final fly-by scans 277 just prior to landing confirmed. Sahara was the single place on the planet 278 where night could exist in day. 279 280 The never-ending sun, the never-ending day. Dry Gulch had no night, 281 for as the planet hurtled through space, and one star set and rose, the other 282 star rose and set. It was a cosmological oddity, a single planet trapped 283 in the clutches of a binary star system, never without the full force of 284 a burning furnace in the sky. There were no seasons, no dark side to 285 escape to. There was only Sahara, and the cover, the habitat she could 286 offer. 287 288 Before the crash, Sahara's crew had managed to jettison a rescue 289 beacon that would circle the planet in a semi-elliptic orbit, broadcasting 290 stellar position and other pertinent information on the interstellar fleet's 291 emergency space channels. The little beacon was visible only in the bright 292 blood red sky that occurred when Alpha, as the first star was dubbed, was 293 setting, and Beta, the 'other', was rising. It became the survivor's biggest 294 game, predicting when it would appear, since the gravitational tides of the 295 solar system slightly affected its orbit, and its appearance in the sky could 296 not be accurately charted. It also reminded them of their rescue, not the 297 possibility, but the real event. Their plight could never be thought of as 298 hopeless, since to lose hope would be to lose their reason for living. 299 Survival in the hull of their grounded ship was difficult enough. The added 300 mental anguish of an existence without the hope of rescue would be too much 301 for the survivors to bear. Life was a tenuous grip on the planet's hellish 302 surface. The thought of rescue served to tighten that grip, and helped them 303 endure those first few weeks. 304 305 To be continued... The Story Teller 306 _______________________________________________________________________________ 307 308 Story Teller: your story was NOT deleted! When a disk fills up, it is moved to 309 drive B on the system. (Type 'db' at the prompt to see it) always check line 2 310 of the disk, this has the date that the current disk was placed on-line. When 311 it changes then you know that you previous work is on DB. (the disk in DB gets 312 shifted into 'archival storage' Mikey will supply MS-DOS disks with 6 BW disks 313 pr MS-DOS disk for about $5 each...) 314 __________________________________Leonard____________________________________ 315 ps : read lines 3-19 & then type HELP. This will give you a MUCH better idea 316 of how the system works.... 317 _______________________________________________________________________________ 318 ----------------------------------------------------------------*** L O N G L I V E ( O D I N ) 319 *** L O N G L I V E ( T H O R ) *** 320 *** L O N G L I V E T H E V I K I N G S *** 321 *** H A I L T O E N G L A N D ************************************************************** 322 323 324 325 326 I HATE ALL 327 AND ALL I SHALL HATE. 328 YOU PEOPLE ARE HATERS 329 YOU HATE OTHERS 330 I HATE YOU 331 AS WELL AS THE OTHERS 332 I HATE ALL WHO WORSHIP THE UNDERWORLD 333 AND ALL WHO WORSHIP THE HEAVENS 334 THERE IS NO GOD AND NO SATAN. 335 THERE WAS NO GOD OR SATAN 336 JUST THE RULERS OF THE NORSELAND. 337 NEVER WAS THERE A SOUL DARE TO KILL. 338 NEVER WAS THERE A SOUL DARE TO HATE. 339 THERE WAS ONLY A SOUL TO LOVE. 340 UNTIL YOU CAME AND RUINED OUR LAND. 341 MAY YOU BURN IN HELL 342 -=] The Alternate World [=- 343 -=] 503-777-xxxx [=- 344 -=] 24hrs [=- 345 -=] Not a disgusting AE. Not a bbs [=- 346 -=[] /AE. A real BBS with real people[=- 347 -=] to talk to. [=- 348 -=] << Commander Murdock >> [=- 349 LEONARD YOU NIT, THERE IS NO SAHARA STORY ON DRIVE B. 350 TAKE A LOOK AT THE TOP OF A, SEE THE MESSAGE ABOUT 351 WHERE DID SAHARA GO? WHAT HAPPEN, POWER OUTAGE AT THE 352 OLD HOMESTEAD? 353 354 ............. ............. ............. ............. 355 08: What stats are you refering to,my lad? If it was that briefest of 356 brief chats we had engaged in, remove my comments from the list! I feel 357 that we shall continue as long as needed, and THEN go for that R&R... 358 04: Up to the old tricks again? Remember, the manual awaits. GFI. 359 01: Nit? 360 ............. ............. ............. ............. 361 362 *)(_^*^_*^_)#$*^&_)$&^)_@#$&^_)$#&^_)#$^&#$)_^&#$)_&^#$_)&^#)_&^#$)_&^#$_)&^_) 363 364 Quizmaster: Intimate with the program? Then YOU must have done something 365 wrong. It has certainly worked for me in the past. What could be the 366 trouble? 367 Mikey: No new bugs to report yet. Sorry (heh heh) 368 *%$*%_)*%)_@%*)_#@*%)_@#*%&*)_#*^# L'homme sans Parity *%_@)*_@#*%@_#%*@#%@% 369 370 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 371 L'homme: A disk ago, didn't you mention Rouge? ROUGE?!? I almost bit 372 the screen after remembering withdrawls. It was on the Vax at PLU for 373 about a week when I was there, then they switched operating systems (no 374 unix). (wimper) 375 376 To the Hater: Personally I hate strawberries. 377 378 It's good to see the Inn a bit more like the old Inn, not like it was when 379 I was here for spring break. Now I only have a week before I return to 380 Tacoma to work, and I fear I shall miss all the new authors. Keep up the 381 GREAT work. 382 Fast Fred 383 BSAL (Ret) 384 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 385 ============================= 386 Oh I don't like to sit and wait, 387 it's such a bore, 388 when is she going to come through that door? 389 It's probably me who is late. 390 ---------- 391 I love to walk in the forest on a summers day. 392 Streams that cut a path, 393 so settlers can unleash their never ending wrath. 394 Now where are all the forests? On days like this I pray... 395 ========================phew= 396 !#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#! 397 398 There was laughter in the back of the cathedral during the Mass 399 for the Dead ... 400 401 There were looks of disgust from the families of the long-time 402 members of the parish. 403 404 "Who does he think he is!" ... "This is a solumn occasion!" 405 ... "He should be horse-whipped!" 406 407 The giggling continued. 408 409 A member of the family got up from his seat and walked to 410 the back of the church. 411 412 "If you don't be quiet I'll have you removed." he hissed. 413 The young man, eyes shining, only laughed louder. 414 "Why would you do that?", the man asked? 415 "Because ..." the family's man said "Your being disrespectful 416 in our grief!" 417 418 The young man's eyes turned cold. "Disrespectful to YOUR 419 grief!?" 420 "Yes, you mock our dead by your laughter... our brethern 421 is gone from us and we grieve." 422 423 The young mans eyes again shined. 424 "Which is better?" He asked. "To shed your pain and 425 remember you brother as he wished to be remembered ... or 426 to trap oneself in a cycle of self-stroking prattle that 427 means nothing to the dead?" 428 429 The family man was lavid ... but he had no answer. 430 By this time the service had stopped, and the entire 431 congregation was looking over their shoulders at the 432 confrontation. 433 The family man returned to his seat and tried to focus 434 himself into the ritual of death. The rest of the family 435 members followed his lead. 436 Most succeeded, but the family man couldn't get the view 437 of the laughing young man out of his mind. 438 439 A small victory for life... 440 441 442 P. Abbus 443 444 !#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!#!# 445 nice to see you again Paul. We last met at the last BW 446 party. Remember Waddles? Anyway, welcome back. 447 448 <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+> 449 short time lurker: 450 as to the sound of the bells, about 3 maybe 4 years ago there was this 451 thing about "bells". It went on for the longest time...The themes of 452 the inn were different also. Soon after, i lost acess to a terminal 453 keeping me away until about 3 mo's ago. Have things ever changed!! 454 <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+> long time lurker <+><+><+><+><+><+><+> 455 456 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Zymphrumple op Cargh*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 457 Things realy ARE (in the last 100 or so lines) picking up! 458 Voiage Pt 1: Supurb! What Leonard said was well intentioned and USUALY the case 459 such untoward things DO occasionaly happen, thats why you see that 'enter only' 460 message so much of the time. 461 Hater: The main thing I hate is hate itself and I'M an enthusiest of alt world 462 too. 463 Piper: you REALY say it, as per usual excelance. I wonder though, that primal 464 scream in the woods; might (not too likely but a fun story idea) draw the 465 curios attention of a community of social carnivores. Said four footed ones 466 might become close companions. I know your usualy a 'solo' writer but what if 467 certain four footed friends of mine were to cautiosly approach? ... 468 BSAL: long time no see. 469 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 470 [/] 471 472 +++++++++++++ 473 474 Surf and Sun 475 476 A lone figure sits looking out to the sea. 477 What thoughts, what turbulance passes within? 478 The calming rush of the surf erases the pain, 479 Until it becomes but a bad nightmare to be forgotten. 480 What deep dark thoughts are these that need to be lost? 481 What magic does this surf have to ease them? 482 483 All to soon the sun reaches its pass, 484 And sets in a blaze of glory. 485 The flaming torrents of red, gold, and brown 486 Leave a shimmering picture from natures palette. 487 A final gift from the life giving sun, 488 as the long day draws once more to a close. 489 490 The lone figure seems to shiver at its loss. 491 Is it only the chill of the wind, or something more? 492 And as a shadow, I sit there as well, 493 Watching the the suns final grace. 494 For in my dreams I am there with my love, 495 Sharing the sun's spectacular embrace. 496 497 BH 498 499 +++++++++++++ 500 ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? 501 CISTOP - I say again, delete my mangled upload (lines 44 - 80 or 91) so I can 502 try it again. (or give us back ALL ALLOWED. What prompted ENTER ONLY *this* 503 time?) 504 ????????????????????????????????? QUIZMASTER ??????????????????????????????????? 505 GUARDIAN:PROBLEMS fixed, i think. We need to try again. 506 ****************************************************************** 507 what is the status of the following boards? 508 AE 659-xxxx Atari 245-xxxx Barlow 663-xxxx 509 Unknown 254-xxxx Beaver 254-xxxx 510 Buddah 253-xxxx Commodore Connection 289-xxxx 511 Dungeon Quest 292-xxxx Excalibur 775-xxxx 512 Jolly Rodger 245-xxxx Metalland II 254-xxxx 513 Oak Grove 659-xxxx Orion 649-xxxx PACE 286-xxxx 514 Pirate's Gallery 642-xxxx Rain Forest 245-xxxx 515 Road House 285-xxxx T-Comm 636-xxxx Term Star 639-xxxx 516 Alternate World 777-xxxx FAITH 245-xxxx 517 The Pheonix 648-xxxx Thunderbird 255-xxxx 518 Utopia 657-xxxx Warehouse 641-xxxx Westwood 644-xxxx 519 Zarahelma 286-xxxx 520 ****************************************************************** 521 OR MORE IMPORTANTLY, WHO CARES? 522 523 Try calling the Bit Bucket at 254-xxxx. They have a VERY up-to-date BBS list 524 in Information file #4, or try #2 for a shortened version of the list.... 525 526 The AE is down. The atari is up, Barlow is going down til Sep on Jun-1. 527 Buddah has a different #. Commodore Connection is up. 528 Dungeon Quest is up. Excalibur is up. 529 Jolly Roger is down. Metalland is 253 not 254! 530 Oak grove is up. Orion is down. PACE is up. 531 Rain Forest is up (and BUSY!) 532 Road house is up. T-comm is 635 not 636 533 term star is down 534 Alternate world is up 535 Phoenix is down. Thunderbird is up 536 Utopia is up. Warehouse is up. Westwood is up. 537 Zarahelma is up. 538 Check Bit Bucket for the hours of the systems that are up... 539 (also for the new # for Buddha) 540 541 HATE.... 542 HATE..... 543 HATE WHAT IS HATE... 544 545 I HATE ALL 546 I HATE THEE 547 I HATE DEATH 548 I HATE LIFE 549 I HATE MYSELF...........>A TRUE HATER< 550 551 Long live odin 552 long live thor 553 long live the vikings 554 hail to england 555 ------------------------DEATH TO FALSE METAL------------------------------------ 556 DEATH TO YOU! 557 +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ 558 Oh, no! School must be out again! (?) Is there anyone else who believes 559 there should be licenses for modems? How about a training school for repeat 560 twits? I know that just being young doesn't necessarily mean you're 561 irresponsible, but I do tire of twits...and they all are 15 or 16. Kids, 562 have your parents buy you a car instead of a computer, OK? 563 +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-Prose-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ 564 565 ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ 566 567 Images 568 By Tyrone Green 569 570 Dark and lonely on the summer night. 571 Kill my landlord. 572 Kill my landlord. 573 Watchdog barking, do he byte? 574 Kill my landlord. 575 Kill my landlord. 576 Slip in his windah, break his neck. 577 Den his house I start to wreck! 578 Got no reason, what the heck! 579 Kill my landlord. 580 Kill my landlord. 581 C.I.L.L. 582 my landlord. 583 584 ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ 585 586 ^^^^^ Aha and Hmmm. ^^^^^ 587 588 <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+> 589 twits, and repeat twits: May your phone line take a direct lightning 590 strike leaving our modems a smoldering heap of melted plastic and silicon. 591 <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+> long time lurker <+><+><+><+><+> 592 <+><+><+> argh!!! RE our/your <+><+><+> 593 ******************************************** 594 chuckle, snort, rolling on the floor... haha 595 *****************************kathyd********** 596 597 ^^^^^ 598 ^ When time passes on very little really ever changes. The more 599 ^ we want for there to be a change, the more we cling on to the 600 ^ things that were once ourselves. I know. Believe me, I know. 601 ^ When once there was a bond, but now you feel that there is none, 602 ^ you wake up one morning to find that it has somehow grown stronger 603 ^ in your lack of paying it any mind. You feel the freedom (or 604 ^ misery) seep back over your mind when the bond has desolved. 605 ^ Time makes you feel more at ease with yourself for ever having 606 ^ allowed the entropy to have set in; you no longer worry about 607 ^ the where or the why from which the state of decay has dragged 608 ^ you down. Things begin to fall back into place, routines may 609 ^ once again be fallen into like the ruts they really have been. 610 ^ Then that morning comes. 611 ^ You awake to the rise of Helios' next journey on that blazing 612 ^ chairiot and all appears to be normal. The stars fade in the 613 ^ light of a new dawn. You turn your mind to the tasks that 614 ^ always seem to be so important in the morning but never is when 615 ^ never are when you take a closer look later on. You then 616 ^ proceed to your daily course of activities. Everything is calm, 617 ^ or at least gives that impression. 618 ^ Then the mailman comes. 619 ^ You know his face but the name always manages to slip your mind 620 ^ when you want to give a greeting and thanks for the efforts he 621 ^ has expended in order to keep you in touch with the rest of the 622 ^ outside world. You don't notice the letter that sits in the middle 623 ^ of the pile but it patiently waits for you to open it. No matter how 624 ^ little yo think you care, the name jumps out at you and sends your 625 ^ figures to tearing open the envelop. Then you see what you had wished 626 ^ for all along. They are there. 627 ^ Words. 628 ^ In those words is reborn the love that had once been shared. >G 629 ^^^^^ TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 629