1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask... 2 ************************* INSTALLED: 30 SEP 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 ALL: Various items for sale: FHR 1200 baud Hayes compatable modem; NEW $250 21 two available. Also have 2ea 96TPI half high Mitsubish 5" drives at $100 ea. 22 In addition, I have five Shugart SA-400 disk drives. Rebuilt and tested 23 for 24 hours on BW (I can't think of a better test). $25.00 each. 5 available. 24 2 pertec 8" disk drives as is $10 each. Two Cartivision video recorders new, 25 in factory boxes includes extra cartriges and documentation $50 26 One IDS serial printer $199. Three spare parts SA-400 disk drives. (One won't 27 read - missing IC, two won't write - something on the logic board, a board 28 swap makes em work) $5.00 each. Buy all 5 good shugarts, and I'll throw in 29 the spare parts drives for free. If you're interested, give me a call at 30 654-xxxx (U.S. Digital) Mike Day. 31 ******************************** CISTOP MIKEY ******************************* 32 33 34 .-.-.-.atthetop.-.-.-.atthetop.-.-.-.atthetop.-.-.-.EmuLurk.-.-.-. 35 Another Sale: Okidata u92 Printer. 36 - Both Serial & parallel I/F. 37 (Modified with toggle SW.) 38 - 3 Spare Ribbons. 39 * $285 * 40 Tom Handley 41 656-xxxx (9am-7pm, I'm in & out...) 42 43 \\\\\\\\\\\\my border gets no repect, while others deserve no repect\\\\strange world, isn't it?\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 44 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Uvje Rajuul*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 45 What manor of place is this the robed figure wondered to himself. So near 46 something called the top of a disc. 47 A what? In the dim light of scented tapers and an inviting fire-place 48 he was able to make out a few vaguely familiar faces. The wooden chair in 49 which he seated himself had a satisfying firmness of reality. Too long had 50 he drifted, with other of the 'guru's' fallowers in realms less tangable. 51 Even the road dust which clung about his brown and green robes had an 52 aura of intangability: half translucent as if uncertain of its own substance. 53 So many things change, so many things stay the same. There was a rabbit 54 on one of the tables who some how reminded him of a certain othe anthropomorph 55 from a mythical island contenant on one of the alternate urdthias he had yet 56 to visit. 57 Thankfull for the moment for a calm place to sit quietly, Uvje decided 58 to wait, observing, to see what would next transpire in this legendary sanctom. 59 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 60 ??????????????////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\???????????????? 61 ^^^^^ : I believe I understood what you have said maybe it should be 62 discussed later? 63 ??????????????\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\////////////////////???????????????? 64 zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz 65 All pain is not of the physical body. Far deeper is the anguish that 66 proceeds from within. The whips and scourges with which we flagellate 67 ourselves draw far deeper blood than even the keen blade of a knife near 68 an uncertain beating heart. 69 The woman whom we know only as ZEB swam up from dark unconciousness like 70 a fish moving toward the dappled surface of a stream. As though it were 71 a trout leaping in some still woodland pool, her mind breached the barrier 72 and became aware of an external reality -- a reality twisted and warped, 73 but recognizable from what had gone before. 74 A face, recognizable as such. 75 Concern. 76 Smiles and encouragement. 77 "Are you alright?" 78 "Yes..." 79 80 Above all, the wound, biting deep into secret flesh, protecting the heart 81 nearly bared to the cold world outside. Below and underlying, the guilt. 82 With a gasp of exhaustion, she reluctantly gave up her grip on conciousness. 83 zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz 84 ...and died. 85 86 zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz 87 88 DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO OPEN THE SMART DOOR IN HITCHHIKERS? HELP HELP I'M STUCK! 89 JUST ONE CLUE>>>> PLEASE!!!!!!!!! 90 91 A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A=6 92 93 "Ahhhhh!" Cragmore could barely cry out before he fell to the floor of the 94 Pell-mell is a disorderly head. Emu and Trainor rushed to his side, confusion 95 and concern marked on their faces. 96 "What is the matter friend?" Trainor asked gently, as he and Emu tried 97 to make order of Cragmore's limbs and torso. Cragmore was conscious, and 98 he did not seem to draw back from the efforts of the others to make him 99 more comfortable. Finally, Emu and Trainor managed to lift up Cragmore and 100 take him into the commons room, where they carefully placed him on one of 101 the cushioned seats. 102 After several more moments of strained silence, Cragmore finally spoke. 103 "A voice, cutting through my mind like a hot knife through butter. It 104 screamed in pain and terror, then it was silence, save a stentorian echo 105 that still rings in my mind's ear. Something terrible has happened. We 106 can not stay here. To stay is to die. I know this to be true now." 107 Emu and Trainor exchanged startled looks. "Cragmore, we still aren't 108 sure where we are. We have been pulled through one portal into another 109 realm. I am surprised the Pell-mell still operates given the pounding 110 she has taken and the realities she has transcended." 111 "I guess you built them Ford-tough, Trainor." Emu joked, but his 112 humor fell on deaf ears. 113 Cragmore sat up, the color returning to his cheeks. "What we have been 114 through is nothing compared to what we will go through if we don't leave 115 this area, whatever it may be. There is a foreboding quintessence here, a 116 presence of oppression and death. It is taking a large part of my energy 117 to fight off this feeling of doom." 118 Trainor was about to speak when another scream permeated the ship. This 119 scream was for all to hear, not just those with trained sensitive minds. It 120 came from one of the private rooms. So loud and long was this scream that 121 Piper, for the first time since his return to the ship, stirred from his 122 catatonic state, and began to awake. In the far corner, Bard seemed to 123 come out of his self-imposed solitude. 124 "Lady Tayree!" Emu gasped. "It must be her." 125 Not another word was needed as the five adventurers advanced to the rear 126 of the Pell-mell. Everyone was glad to see Piper alive and apparently well, 127 but at the moment, the blood curdling scream and its cause was foremost on 128 everyone's mind. 129 A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A= A=6 130 ch/is a disorderly head/in a disorderly heap/ Now how did that happen????????? 131 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- 132 I've found a notebook of old, and perhaps now there shall be more 133 friendliness as once there was. These name callings, libelous deeds and 134 H.A.R.M.s done to others are to be a thing of the past. Creative energy 135 spent is no longer creative. Be not destructive! 136 Now, to go off and write something creative... 137 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- 138 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 139 :::::=====:::::===== 140 Eating my truffle, which wasn't magic, I waited for this cloaked 141 figure to speak, move, or do something that might register life. 142 A strange thing, though. This cloaked figure didn't comply with 143 any of my senses. It was as if the figure wasn't there, but sight said 144 otherwise.... 145 :::::=====:::::=====::::: 146 Destroyer: If my "sense note" will mess anything up, just ignore it. 147 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::===== 148 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 149 "It's nice to see my reputation has preceded me," James said. And then he added sourly, "Even if it does sometimes 150 backfire. I'm not a monster, for crissakes, so mellow out. How do you know me, anyway?" 151 Tariya managed to regain some of her calm. "Among the mystics you are very well known. The ruling class of Kadan, 152 the Circle of Twelve has been very concerned about you. Especially after the battle of Earth Prime. They say..." she 153 gulped and hesitated for a moment. "They say you have the power to shatter the Circle, and doom our planet. They are 154 afraid of you." 155 Needless to say, James was rather taken aback by this. Why would he threaten some pissant little planet that he had 156 never even heard of? And they surely must not be much if they were so afraid of him in the first place. Sure, he had a 157 dangerous reputation but wrecking civilizations was a little out of his line. Something rang false here. "Now really. 158 Do I look all that dangerous to you?" 159 "No." she said cautiously. "But you don't have to. I can sense your power from here. You ARE the Destroyer. I 160 believe that. Still..." She laughed, a little embarassed. "Please forgive me. It was just my first reaction. The 161 Circle has a whole world's population in terror of you but I never really believed it." 162 "Hmmf." James grunted, not impressed. He didn't know what was going on here but he was sure he didn't care. He had 163 enough problems right now. "I think we're agreed I'm not going to kick over your planet. Fine. You said you could help 164 me find these people, but I'd kinda like to know what you're getting out of this." 165 Tariya considered for a moment, then decided on the truth. "Why, adventure, of course. I left Kadan because it's 166 the most boring planet it the universe. For years my spirit has longed for excitement! And now I heard rumors of a 167 quest and I want to join it! Surely you can understand that?" 168 "You have got to be kidding." James was trying to comprehend what he had just heard. "You have GOT to be kidding! 169 You have any idea what you're talking about? Any at all? You're nuts!" 170 She wasn't bothered by this at all. She'd heard it before. "Perhaps I am. But I am the only one who can help you 171 find the adventurers. Maybe you'd care to tell me why YOU want to join the quest." 172 "Me? Why, I, uh," He hesitated, and then burst out laughing. "Good point. Lately I've been wandering just to keep 173 the dust off. Since my old home is just a pile of rocks floating through space I haven't found a place yet that I'd 174 care to settle down in. Still, I have my doubts about you..." 175 The both jumped a little as the front door of the inn slammed open. Squeezing around a steamroller that was stalled 176 right in front of the doorway outside, four big, obnoxious, and very drunk men made their way inside. The inkeeper 177 groaned, "Not again," and sank from sight behind the counter. 178 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 179 180 181 182 $$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%M~marker##$$~~~~%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$%%$$ 183 184 poof! 185 186 The road sang softly down the silvery wayside, 187 Until the baying of the moon calmed above, 188 And the fox trotted out of the milky white snow, 189 Never to move, no never to move.... 190 191 ZAP!? 192 .......................................................................... 193 Zephyr: So good to see you again. A bouquet of truffles to you. 194 195 >>heavy sigh<< Why is it that life keeps throwing me curves? Out of 196 the frying pan... 197 198 Juggler: Write me, quick! 199 ................................................Entropy.......................... 200 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 201 Ahh, to read again the trials of BW. A welcome change after the hassle of 202 college life. So sorry that entry will not be forthcoming for at least two 203 more days... 204 L'homme: Can you provide me with any helpful hints for the "archaic trash-o 205 decomposing garbage heap" (a.k.a. the Honeywell)? Just gimme a micro that 206 doesn't have 50+ ways of losing your code and/or output. Hopefully the new 207 computer (available spring term, they tell me) will be better. 208 A sample assignment for the CS department at PSU: Using any large 209 programming system on your local computer, such as the operating system, write 210 a report evaluating the quality of the user interface. Discuss its clarity, 211 ease of learning, ease of use, error messages, on-line assistance, 212 and TOLERANCE OF USER MISTAKES. Describe how you might redesign and improve 213 this interface. 214 ++++++++thats a tall order+++++++++ Milchar ++++++ 01 Oct 85, 11:23pm ++++++++ 215 ***************************************************************************: 216 Speaking of L'homme... I need that disk drive back immediately (unless you 217 intend to buy it, as I have sold it. 218 ******************************** CISTOP MIKEY ***************************** 219 L'homme: Regarding the diskette in question, and the software too, 220 can be contacted via #1 or #7 (5PM-8AM). Much fun today, standing in lines 221 at PSU. Ah well... gets exciting wheeling around downtown with studded 222 tires on the rear wheels and a muffler dragging on the ground (let's not 223 mention the various electronic components, such as the radio, hazard light 224 or brake lights, that are not quite functional). Was that a cop in the 225 rear view mirror? Quick! Down the side street, around the corner, etc. 226 Anyway, finally got the owner's manual for my pets printed out, and it is 227 proving to be very interesting. Will ttyl. 228 --------------------- Dog Trainer -------------------------------------- 229 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Uvje Rajuul*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 230 Deciding to take maters into hand after all, robes shimmering, Uvje 231 made his way to ware Zepher war truffle munching. 232 "Thanks" he said, reaghing for one of the not quite magic edables. 233 "A mutual aquantance told me ware to find you. Intercepted a message 234 you were trying to send a while back but wasn't quick enough to catch the 235 coordinates of its destination. A certain ambasador Themnax, I believe you've 236 heard the name. Anyway if you've got those coordinates I believe trans- 237 portation to thair general vacinity might be arrainged. I am told that from 238 certain other intercepted transmissions there may be some urgancy in the matter 239 ". 240 As he was speaking, the robed stranger pulled from a side pocket a 241 portable hole generator, an objec resembling in other contexts a pocket cal- 242 culator but only slightly. Here it seemed only a bizare talisman but keying 243 the proper sequence a hole appeared to hover virticaly in space nearby. 244 Satisfied he turned it back off and sliped it back into a concieled 245 pocket. 246 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 247 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\just more marker\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 248 zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz 249 Once again, the darkness within her skull fades back to reveal a glimpse of 250 the outside world. Eyelids slide back over the surface of the eye, alowing 251 glimpses of the surroundings to fill the mind. 252 WRONG!! WRONG!! WRONG!! 253 Mental alarms sound. Something is horribly wrong -- things are somehow 254 completely wrong or distorted. Hands reach, hoping for comfort as the 255 blackness within the skull engulfs the slippery mind. 256 With returning conciousness comes minimal understanding. A woman's face 257 bends over, concern written on her features. The mind, undaunted by the 258 will, makes forays off into strange trails. The voice, rusty from disuse 259 speaks. 260 "Who are you?" 261 The face, concern written on it, "Tayree -- lie quietly now." 262 The mind, wandering, looking at youth and beauty, refuses to be quelled, 263 forces the voice to ask the question. 264 "How long has it been since you died?" 265 zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz 266 (((*)))(((*))) 267 xxxxxx 268 xxxxxxxxxx 269 xxxxxxxxxxxxxx 270 xxxx xx xxxx 271 xxxx xx xxxx 272 xxxxxxxxxxxxxx 273 xxxxxx xxxxxx 274 xx xxxxxxxx xx 275 xx xxxxxxxx xx 276 xx xx 277 xxxxxxxxxxxxxx 278 xxxxxxxxxxxx 279 xx 280 281 The SKULL strikes again! 282 283 JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ 284 285 Capt. Hook (JJJJJJJ!!!!!!) 286 287 Avast ye skuppers! I'ma takin' over this disk! Arrrgh! Prepare to be boarded! 288 Arrrgh! Bit by bloody bit you scruffy band of outlaw hacksterers! Ahoy! Arrrgh! 289 290 JJJJJJjjJJjJjjjJJJJjjjjJjJJjjJjJJJJJJJJJjjJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJjJJjjjjjjjjjjj 291 The skull may strike again, but... 292 ZZZZZZ ZZZZZZ TTTTTTT O PPPPPPPP 293 Z Z T O O O P 294 Z Z T O O P P 295 Z Z T O O PPPPPPPP 296 Z Z T O O P 297 ZZZZZZ ZZZZZZ T O P 298 RULES! 299 300 Ahem. Does anyone here know who is responsible for this, er, grafitti? 301 ........................................................................... 302 Seeing the Inkeeper duck behind the counter, the apprentice looked 303 for the reason. Seeing the four men he shhok his head. 304 He muttered a spell under his breath and approached them. 305 "Ah! You are here to remove the machine." It was a statement, not 306 a question. For the barest instant they started to bristle, but then the 307 spell took effect. 308 "we are here to remove the machine" they repeated tonelessly. 309 "Just haul it to the Jonas the smith down at the port. You may keep 310 half of what he pays you for it." 311 ...............................the apprentice.............................. 312 I'm sure the smith will *love* all that scrap metal. And when the charm 313 wears of in a week or two.... 314 ........................................................................... 315 ?????????????????//////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\?????????????? 316 It wasn't quite dawn. The only sound to be heard was the rustling 317 of alfalfa. Occasionally a nicker or a whinny would echo through the 318 stable area as to say "Thanks for breakfast" or "Where's mine". 319 Soon the grounds will be alive with nervous participants, anxious 320 trainers and curious spectators. For this is the opening day of the 321 State Championship Horse Show, a week of long hours for both equestrian 322 and steed. Seven days of excitement and heartbreak, frustration and 323 anticipation. For grooms like myself it's a week of hard work and 324 tension. Of the hundreds of horses here twenty-five of these majestic 325 creatures are mine to keep fed, happy and ready to go at a seconds 326 notice. A simular number of riders are also in my care. From four 327 am to 1:00am for the next week I am at their becon call. 328 In the distance I hear a small scooter coming in this direction 329 followed closely by the clicking of hooves. To the normal spectator 330 seeing someone on a scooter leading a horse is quite a strange sight, 331 but to a groom like myself it is a common occurance. When working 332 five arenas spread over a 200 acre sight you need all the advantages 333 you can get. 334 As the sun rises, a light layer of fog is revealed hugging close 335 to the ground. I wander down the long row of stalls to notice that 336 my favorite is ready to go out for his morning warm-up. I reach for 337 the lead while he nuzzles me with his warm nose. Steam rises as 338 his breath hit the cold air outside. Finally he allows me to attach 339 the lead to the small ring under his chin. He is a large Thoroughbred, 340 with a jet black mane and tail and a body the colour of mahogany. To 341 the family of Baywood Canyon Ranch he is known only as Ralph but to 342 the world of Class 'A' competition, he is known as "The Tower of Power", 343 one of the best Hunter/jumpers in the show circut. 344 With a quick stop by the tack room for a longe line, it's off 345 to the closest arena. Once I attach the thirty foot cord off he goes. 346 The horses all know that being at the end of this long tether is a 347 time for childlike behavior and silliness. Tower is no exception. 348 Instantly he is off at a gallop stopping only for the chance to kick 349 up his heels and leap for the stars. At times it is hard for me to 350 believe that only a slight tug on the line will bring him down to 351 earth and ready for a serious work out. But this morning I will let 352 him play as long as time will allow for it is soon to be show time 353 and no playing will be tolerated then. Although we were the first to 354 enter the field quickly it swells with other grooms and their playful 355 companions. 356 And so the day begins. The work has only just begun. 357 ??//\\?? 358 more later 359 ??????????????\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\////////////////////???????????????? 360 So I walk up to Tower, this magnificent horse, and say "ahh, that's a good 361 boy, you're a fine horse indeed!" 362 He whinnies... and I hear a voice!" 363 "Thank you!" 364 I turn in amazement... "Who said that?" 365 "I did" comes the firm reply. 366 I looked at Tower.... no, it couldn't be... "Tower? ...is th-that you?" 367 His glorious mane ruffles in the wind as he shakes his head up and down. 368 My mind wanders back to the time I first met him... I had looked at his 369 genealogy charts. "Madame Rosa" was his mother, a fine mare that one... but 370 who was his father? Hmmmm 371 Suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks! I couldn't believe it! No! It 372 couldn't be! Nothing on TV was true... but yet! Wait! My voice trembled... 373 "...Are you really... the SON of... MISTER ED??????" 374 375 A wee winnie winkled from his lips... 376 377 ))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) 378 GEB 379 :::::=====:::::===== 380 Guy in cloak: No thanks. I think I'll stay here, if you don't mind... 381 Entropy: Thanks for the compliments, and catnip to you. 382 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====::::: 383 --- 384 Why when a new writer tries to enter somethinghe or she thinks is 385 half way decient do other writers have to make fun of them. I am trying 386 to learn how to write well and hope to receive some constructive critisism 387 That's all I have to say for now..... 388 --- 389 ????????????????\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\///////////////////////?????????????? 390 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 391 "What do you mean, 'doubts about me'?" Tariya wanted to know. "What kind of doubts?" 392 The four drunks were having a loud argument in the background but neither of them were paying attention. James 393 said, "Well, to be quite honest, I have no idea if you can watch out for yourself. Adventures can be dangerous things 394 and I really haven't the time or the inclination to watch out for you." 395 Tariya was outraged, of course. "I've been trained in the arcane arts since I could walk and can damned well take 396 care of myself!" She held out her hand and suddenly a pinpoint of light appeared in her palm. It was brighter than a 397 welding arc and James couldn't look at it directly. She closed her fist and suddenly it was encircled in miniature 398 lightning bolts. 399 "Impressive." James said, not impressed at all. The argument was getting closer. "Pretty lights do not a defense 400 make, though. I've faced threats that would laugh at something like that. I don't doubt that you could do more, but 401 could you handle a high pressure confrontation?" 402 "Of course I can. I-" She stopped suddenly and looked at something behind him. James looked up and staring down at 403 him was the ugliest face he had seen in at least three days. Nearby were the second, third, and fourth ugliest faces. 404 With the faces went large, filthy, muscular bodies and he could tell from their expressions that mean dispositions 405 were included at no extra cost. 406 "Well, what have we here?" rumbled the ugliest one. With his words came a foul wave of stale liquer breath that 407 would have driven a leser man to blowing his groceries. "Since when do they allow brats in here? You punks should be 408 home in bed. Bad things could happen to you this time of night." 409 One of the drunks stood over by Tariya. She looked down at the table, trying to ignore him. "Here's a comely one." 410 He said, lifting her face up. She jerked away, making him laugh. "Spirited, too. Bet she's never even been touched." 411 (That wasn't exactly what he said, but this IS a family board.) 412 "'til now." said another drunk. She looked at James, scared. He only looked back and shrugged mildly. It was just 413 talk. 414 It went past talk as the drunk grabbed her arm and picked her up roughly. She screamed and hit him in th chest but 415 might as well been punching the wall. "Leggo, dammit! Help! James!" 416 All eyes were on the young man, who continued to sit placidly. The drunk standing behind him placed both hands on 417 his shoulders and put most of his two hundred-odd pounds behind them. He looked down into the young man's eyes. "Now 418 James here doesn't want any trouble, does he?" 419 James looked back up, as if distracted, "Hmm? Me? Trouble? Never! I don't want any trouble at all. Gives me 420 heartburn." 421 "That's a good lad." said the drunk almost kindly. "Tell you what. You stay right here, and we'll bring her back 422 when we're done." a purely evil grin spread across his face. "What's left of her." 423 Laughing, they carried the screaming and cursing Tariya out the front door. Nobody else in the place gave a thought 424 to interfering. Most of them stared at the young man, who seemed to be staring at nothing. The inkeeper came out of 425 hiding and went over to him. "Those bastards been terrorizing the place all week. There's been nobody around could 426 stop them." Getting no response, he yelled, "For God's sakes, they might KILL her! Aren't you going to do 427 anything?" 428 The young man took another sip from his beer and then looked at him. His expresion was unfathomable. He replied, 429 "She can take care of herself. She said so." 430 431 (Thought I'd better get the next entry down before somebody messed me up more.) 432 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 433 434 435 ************************************************************************** 436 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$ 437 New writer: A lot of people on this board have been getting the same 438 treatment from that malicious little twit, so don't feel bad. Just endure, 439 and like a disease, he (she?) will eventually go away... 440 Everybody Else: Hello. 441 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$ 442 (((*)))(((*)))(((*))) 443 :-)Yippe! The monitor is back!(-: 444 445 <><><><><><><><><><><> 446 Milch: send me mail to psu-cs!nelsons, if you can figure out how to send 447 mail from the FunnyWell (try typing 'mail' and see what happens. It's 448 new, so I don't know how to use it). If you do get it going, give my 449 some specific questions, and maybe I can offer some pointers. I've 450 got lots of leftover info that I used when I was using the HoneyWell. 451 Or, post me your account number, and I can just send you some stuff 452 that might help. I don't know whether L'homme has the same stuff that 453 I do, but between the two of us, we might get you set up and ready 454 to run those great JCL jobs! 455 <><><><><><><><><><><>nelsons 456 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 457 To new writer (author of "the destroyer"): 458 Just a suggestion -- If you want a group of anti-social drunks, I suggest 459 you place the setting somewhere other than the inn. Too many have worked 460 for too long to allow such types free rein for more than a few seconds 461 (about long enough to determine their anti-social tendencies). We've had 462 a truce for some time that has kept out too much high-tech violence from 463 the inn itself (we've had plenty in other locales, though). Aside from the 464 problem of believability (the apprentice disposed of them without more than 465 a casual thought; if he hadn't, well, it's hard to say how many interesting 466 fates those four would have met, but many. You don't really expect an inn 467 full of seasoned adventurers to leave a lady in distress, do you?) your 468 writing shows a lot of promise. We've adopted a few conventions -- when you 469 write about events in the inn proper, you are inviting interaction from others. 470 If you want to be sole author on a story-line, you should set it elsewhere, 471 then others will keep out unless invited in. 472 As to the twits -- they are like any other vermin (mosquitos, ants, 473 cockroaches, or fleas) that plague the world. The blood they try to draw 474 is attention -- ignoring their infantile antics seems to be the best 475 repellent. Some good comes of them; some gain maturity and grow into 476 valuable contributors and gain acceptance and respect. The rest soon find 477 that there's not much damage they can do to BW and get bored. 478 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 479 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& 480 piper & zeb: i find it difficult to continue with the adventure in its 481 current direction. you've intorduced a theory that is hard for me to deal 482 with even though i understand it. it is like a foreign language -- one may 483 know of it and listen with ease while they are still a novice and not in 484 complete control of it. i shall ponder over the theory a while longer, 485 and hope that i may carry on to the best of my comprehension. 486 oh, and another point of order. i am to ignore the two words "and died", 487 am i not? it placed me in a great dilema... what was i to do? 488 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& the scarlet lion &&&&&&& 489 490 courtesy of MACF (mosquitos, ants,cockroaches and fleas) 491 Now wait a second Jim, I *thought* I lived here all of my life, but now some 492 new talent has hit the streets and I know not what to think. First we have 493 some self-proclaimed DESTROYER who sallies into the Inn, nary a resume' on 494 his person, and we are supposed to quiver in fright? Then four drunks 495 approach the Inn. Now where did these drunks come from? Down the street? Come 496 now, remember were we all are. The Inn. THE INN! There are no bars down 497 the street to get drunk in. There are no drinking wells to get blasted on. 498 And attacking a lady? Why there is more collective talent on the side of 499 gallantry in the Inn than any other place in the universe. These brave and 500 noble men and women are just going to sit scared and do nothing while four 501 drunks from nowhere kidnap with intent to rape a comely young woman? If I 502 have eyes do I not see? If I am cut do I not bleed? Breaks and Credit is in 503 order here, because the norm of the Inn, that elusive quantity that is so 504 hard to tie down has up and left during the last few days. I dare say I am 505 dismayed at the flagrant disregard for conventional interaction. There are 506 not many rules but those few rules that do exist should be respected and 507 obeyed. So the next time a young man comes in followed by four drunks and 508 the proverbial attractive young girl, think about the ramifications of the 509 story, and how it affects the other members of the BackWater Inn, and how 510 they might react. It is sad to see the bells of October raining long and 511 hard, but music to the ears is always more desireable than pain to the 512 eyes. 513 .............................................................................. 514 515 (*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*) 516 Oh, how I long for thee 517 Golden locks, 518 and love for me. 519 Such is life and love, 520 Death makes, 521 inroads and we go. 522 We steal away the night 523 Together, 524 never touching 525 'cept by mistake. 526 I could live this way 527 Forever, 528 by your side, 529 If me you'll take. 530 (*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*) 531 unsigned. 532 %*#@*%@_#*%_@#)!@)_*%!@)_&%@#)%!@)_*%@#_)&*%)$%_*^&$%_)^*$)_^*&#$_)*^)_#!*^#$)_*_)*@#_)*$_)^*#$_)*^#)$_*^#_)^*#_^)*# 533 Mikey: I will bring the disk drive to PCS. I hope the delay hasn't messed anything up for you. I will also bring money 534 for archives. Follow my lead fellows archivists? 535 Milch: Funywell? You mean Honeybucket? Yes I have reams of paper from that...that...machine. Are they making you do 536 punchcard work? I bet you didn't know that IBM just recently closed its last punhccard manufacturing plant. Anyway, 537 I should be able to help you out. Honeywell JCL is strange but it can be mastered. Besides, you should be used to 538 masochism, owning a commode and all :-). MCP...meet MHP (Mad Honeywell Programmer). Let me know where you can be 539 found downtown and I'll arrange a time to meet. Sorry to hear you didn't get an apartment, that drive twice a day must 540 be a real drag (not race, just drag). Send mail to nelsons too, the person on the other end can also give much needed 541 aid. 542 *%)_*%)_@#*%_@)#*%_@)*%_)@^@)_*^@)_^ L'homme sans Parity %**)_%#@*%_)@#*%@#)_*%@#)_%@)_#%*@#)_*@)_&^@)_*@#_)^*@#)_*^@ 543 ...AND OLD PEOPLE WISH THEY WERE YOUNG. OH HEARTLESS ORB THAT RULES THE NIGHT 544 ...AND STEALS THE COLORS FROM OUR SIGHT. RED IS GREY AND YELLOW WHITE, BUT 545 ...WHO IS TO SAY WHICH IS RIGHT, AND WHICH IS THE ILLUSION... 546 (((*))) 547 I can't see why soo many people are getting riled up at one/two stories. 548 Shouting 'This is the INN!' and 'What's all this now?' during the rape scenes. 549 As far as the untrained eye can see the Inn as we used to know of is dead, 550 only memories that try to influence the weak are still heard. The old do 551 wish they were young again, but seeing they can't the only thing they can 552 do is ridicule others, mainly the young. What I'm saying is that all the 553 people of this place are just looking for something to fight over, they 554 just can't eccept people for what they are or what they can do, they have 555 to put standards up for them to meet and when they don't it gives good reason 556 to ridicule them. Just be yourself, do your own thing and SHUT UP! 557 ^/^/^/^/^/^/^/^/^/^/^ 558 :::::::::::O O::::::::::10/03::::::::::::::::::::20:11:::::::O O::::::::::::::: 559 L'homme: just checking in. Got home about an houour ago (with a 4-point). More later. 560 ::::::::::::O O::::::::::::::::voyeur::::::::::::::::O O::::::::::::::::::::::: 561 Boy oh boy backwater is a fierce place. A few humor-filled pokes of fun at some too-long-for-the-screen writing, 562 some vicious attacks on the sacred settings of another's story... Too much, too soon... shouldn't it be one point and 563 stick with it, rather than many, and nothing accomplished? 564 If there be writings only on the INN, could this not be just an INN board? If not, perhaps there are too many people, 565 most, or perhaps just many, who aren't interested in such in the first place? 566 567 Tell you what... I'd be REAL intrigued to hear what Mikey likes (I know... Mikey hates everything). But after all, 568 in this BWMS universe, is he not the owner, the manager, nay, the Creator? Is he not this world's GOD? 569 If so, perhaps a comment of INTENTION, no rules are wonderful, but for curiousity sake, has something gotten carried 570 away? Or has a good idea been poluted? Or are too many good ideas not working in such a small format? 571 572 SYSOP, let's hear your opinion. What is your intention of this? Clear the board, and state your case. 573 574 Being a god can be a lonely job indeed... 575 576 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 577 578 And to the writer who is poking fun at everyone: I'm sure you mean no harm, but perhaps put your work in parentheses 579 or something... then it can be ignored if so desired, or laughed at if it strikes just right. But also, perhaps your 580 point is well taken, that the stories can be too long and dreary, and sometimes meaningless. A smoother way to make 581 the point perhaps is needed, but it is understood nonetheless. 582 583 @*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@* 584 Ah, so it goes. I understand, humor is personal... some take offense, others laugh. No harm intended. No maliciousness 585 desired. Just fun hacking about. 586 587 ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` 588 HACK HACK HACK HACK. HACK HACK HACK HACK. HACK HACK HACK HACK. 589 590 O O 591 I 592 (-) 593 Y 594 YUK YUK YUK YUK. 595 ######################################################################### TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 595