1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask... 2 ************************* INSTALLED: 30 AUG 86 ********************** 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 I wonder if I should say it? Naaaaawwww.... 22 //////////////////////James//////////////////////////////////////////////////// 23 24 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 25 I saw my friend start. "What is it ?" I asked, and he stared into the fire. 26 I gazed into it, and saw what I thought to be a familiar figure. A skirl 27 went through my conciousness. It could be truth, or it could be just a 28 memory, playing tricks on us both. If it were true, BackWater Inn is indeed 29 a mystical place, able to bring old friends out of everywhere, 30 and everywhen. 31 32 [][][][][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 33 ########################################################################### 34 What ever happened to Mohammad Wassir and LeRoy McKane? I really miss their 35 writing. Aren't they around anymore? 36 ############################################################################ 37 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 38 Isn't labor day weekend wonderful? So many people I figured would have been 39 long gone are either here o 40 (blast, I'm used to another computer by now) anyway, are withe (either) stil 41 here or back again. I'd better quit while I'm behind.... 42 Adric: Loved your work. I'm sorry you cant continue this weekend, for I 43 fear that by the time you return from washington, I'll be bound for the city 44 of Tacoma (god what an ugly place tacoma is, but that's another story)... 45 Fast Fred 46 BSAL 47 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 48 ____08/31/86__________________JD 2446674.2236_________10:22:01_PDT_________ 49 50 ________________________________________________________________________________ 51 The warming sun, the cooling rain, 52 The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze, 53 The lightning bolt that frees the sky for you 54 Yet only eagles seem to pass on through. 55 The words of love, the cries of hate, 56 And the man in the moon who seduced you 57 Then finally loosed you. 58 59 You climb upon a burnig rope to escape the mob below, 60 But you had put the flaming out so that others could not follow, 61 To be out of bounds and the barks of those who do not wish you well. 62 63 You must blaze a trail of your own, unknown, alone, 64 But keep in mind 65 Don't live today for tomorrow like you were immortal. 66 The only survivors on this world of ours are 67 The warming sun etc. 68 69 70 -Phil 71 ________________________________________________________________________________ 72 73 74 PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsI 75 A spark! A mote before Cragmore's eyes. A face, familiar, but still to distant to be sure. A walk, unlike any 76 other's walk. Closer now, and memory began to form images of a lost friend. Was it? It was! Not scene since an 77 alien landscape, so harsh it nearly killed him. Piper. 78 Tears formed in Cragmore's eyes. Piper. Many adventures they had shared. And the last nearly saw Piper leave 79 this plain of existance. How mistaken Cragmore had been. To think Piper wanted to die! Oh, how could he have 80 thought such a thing. But the emotions Cragmore felt when Piper was near. The visions he experienced as Piper lay near 81 death in the Bard's craft. The woman from Zeb, forever gone, but never forgotten. All these feelings, yet they 82 were wrong. Tendrils of thought gone to a mistaken root. Hypothesis innaaccurate. Mistakes almost made. 83 Could Piper ever forget what almost was allowed to happen? Would Piper even respond to overtures of friendship? 84 Guilt causes a heavy burden on the shoulders of man. Cragmore bourne great guilt over what had happened. 85 Piper wants to die. He said it. He believed it. He was wrong, and Piper almost paid the price. 86 Cragmore slide down in his seat, pulling his wrap closer around him. He felt a chill, from the inside, not the 87 outside. The fire made grotesque shadows dance on the walls. Cragmore was like a shadow. Present in site, but in form 88 something far far different. 89 He could hear the sound of bagpipes. Mind-locks went up. It would not be long now. 90 PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSi 91 }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}<<<>>><<<>>><<<>>><<<>>>}}}}} 92 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 93 He stood there hovering over him. He held the chainsaw firmly in his 94 sweating hands. It started on the first pull and he wound the engine up to 95 a screaming pitch. He forced the bar down into L'homme's flesh and the 96 blood shot up like a geyser. He saw parts of blood vessels and muscle fly 97 accross the room and leave streaks down the wall. He felt the blade hit 98 the first part of bone and continue on through. Smoke rolled from the bar 99 as it forced its way through the bone and marrow. Blood was now pouring 100 out of the sawed off leg like an ennema out of an old man. He turned off 101 the chainsaw which was now covered in blood and bodily matter. He reached 102 for the hammer and turned the claw on L'homme's stomach. After a few 103 thrusts, blood made its way to the surface of the skin and he continued. 104 After a large enough hole had been made, he reached in and broke the rib 105 cage as best he could with his hands and started hunting for vital organs. 106 He found his intestines, and hung them carefully on a hook by the door. He 107 was just about to put the lung in the same bucket that he had put the liver 108 in, when he heard a noise outside. He quickly threw the remains of 109 L'homme's body into the brush shredder that he had there. The liquid 110 remains sloshed into a garbage can that was at the exit of the shredder. 111 He looked out the window and saw Mikey reaching for the doorbell. He 112 jumped into the shower to wash off the blood and entrails that still 113 clinged to his body. He hurried to open the door for Mikey and told him 114 that he had just gotten out of the shower and that L'homme hadn't arrived 115 yet. Mikey looked comfortable and sat down in an easy chair in the middle 116 of the room. While Mikey was sitting down, he didn't see the dark figure 117 sneeking up behind him. He only heard the first part of his neck snap as 118 his spine was shattered instantly and a cloud of darkness covered his body. 119 He dragged Mikey into the bathroom where he had just finished L'homme's 120 body. 121 He stood there hovering over him. He held the chainsaw firmly in his 122 sweating hands. It started on the first pull and he wound the engine up to 123 a screaming pitch. He forced the bar down into Mikey's flesh and the blood 124 shot up like a geyser. He saw parts of blood vessels and muscle fly 125 accross the room and leave streaks down the wall. He felt the blade hit 126 the first part of bone and continue on through. Smoke rolled from the bar 127 as it forced its way through the bone. Blood was now pouring out of the 128 sawed off leg like an ennema out of an old man. He turned off the chainsaw 129 which was now covered in blood and bodily matter. He reached for the 130 hammer and turned the claw on Mikey's stomach. After a few thrusts, blood 131 made its way to the surface of the skin and he continued. After a large 132 enough hole had been made, he reached in and broke the rib cage as best he 133 could with his hands and started hunting for vital organs. He found his 134 intestines, and hung them carefully on a hook by the door. He was just 135 about to but the lung in the same bucket that he had put the liver in, when 136 he heard a noise outside.... 137 138 139 The Story Teller 140 141 142 143 144 <<<<<<< 145 Mr. Teller, 146 Needs some serious work. The repetitiveness adds to the drama granted, but 147 perhaps the duplicate section is to long. The ending is one of those 'You 148 know what is next' or 'Make your own ending type of things. I hate it. It 149 is unquestionably a cop-out on part of the author. I have this same problem 150 with many of Francis F. Copola (sp?) films that end this way. The use of 151 familiar people ads to the interes of those people here on backwater, but 152 would abviously be unacceptable for the general public. (some bad typos there) 153 So, rework that baby and give us an ending to grab onto. One other thing that 154 makes itself rudely obvious is the fact that your vocabulary needs to be 155 expandend. It is a very graphic story, and the words describing this action 156 need to flourish and bloom with the gross action that goes on in the story. 157 I like a hard hitting story (poem?) like this. It makes a beautiful statement 158 about today's world and today's people. 159 Thank you for giving us this glimps into the savage world that most of us pray 160 we never see. 161 162 p.s. Didn't you upload this one before? 163 164 165 The KRITIK 166 167 168 >>>>>>> 169 170 171 PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP 172 KRITIK: Isn't it considered a little strange to comment on one's own story? 173 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 174 175 Well, I've heard tell that McKane may be lurking in the shadows 176 somewhere. As for me, I'm just waiting for the opportune moment 177 before I strike and take over the entire nation's toilet paper supply. 178 Mohammed Wassir 179 180 181 P.S. The Backwater Chainsaw Massacre didn't do much for me as a movie, 182 it does even less as a book. Bring on the dancing girls. 183 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 184 """"""""""""""""""Bap shabalo-la, sha bap-bap-bap"""""""""PEN NAME""""""""""" 185 Didn't you hear, Wassir? The whole toilet paper industry went down the drain. 186 187 ******************************************************************************** 188 09-01-86 12:01AM 189 Vince, hello, just wanted you to check the system.......................... 190 Mike: I forgot! We need the new .DAT & .LNK files up there with MOVE. oooops! 191 ____09/01/86__________Leonard_JD 2446674.8294_________00:54:26_PDT_________ 192 193 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 194 WELL, NOW I'VE GOT TO LEARN ANOTHER KEYBOARD. I'M HELPING A FRIEND HOOK UP 195 a modem (ah, that's nicer) and of course, where else would I lead him.... 196 dosent quite know what he's getting himself into does he.... 197 Fast Fred 198 BSAL 199 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@so much for macs.. 200 201 Mikey - per our conversation of 1 week ago about LEM. 202 The password that you gave me generates nothing. I set 203 all stop parity etc, it does communicate, but not effectively. Is 204 perhaps the board full ? If there is a problem, call me at work, the 205 number I gave you. Thanks, DJJ 206 207 Shifting into a different style -- 208 209 210 |{|{|{|||}|||}|||}|||||||{|{|||}||{|}|{||}{||||||||||}|||{||||| 211 The ship was shaken about by the waves around it. As the deck 212 rose and fell, tides on the horizon did also. Since there was 213 no shore in sight, the drab of the ship was the most attractive 214 item to be seen. And to watch it made them seasick. 215 216 Seth was the first into the launch. He held the map in a 217 laminated sheet. The positions of the buoys and the ship were 218 marked out, along with the spot they were to dive. And they 219 did. The ocean stung at first, the icy cold of the North Sea 220 always does. 221 222 A crevasse at the bottom hid the relic they were after. A red 223 star on the conning tower and the aft section told them right 224 away what they had found. Each one had a private radio link 225 with a radio officer aboard the ship, and they reported the 226 find simultaneously. 227 228 As the two black suits swam closer to the wreckage, their 229 carbon dioxide bubbles dispersed quickly. American and Soviet 230 were enfolded into the wreckage and their bubbles were gone 231 altogether. Their lives drifted into the darkness too. 232 233 Seth sunk below the long beam of the sub and into the crevasse. 234 Down there his light cast only a pinpoint of light. Seth worked 235 to see what was on the sea floor. Equipment, gear, or, as he 236 then found, corpses. Each with a Soviet naval uniform and a 237 grimace of terror. Each long dead and waiting to be found. 238 239 "Russian, what happened? Why did your sub go down?" Seth wanted 240 to know why the crew had to die. With the Soviet at the helm. 241 The radio officers aboard the ship relayed the question to 242 Furtseva. Instead of waiting for the reply, Seth started to 243 count corpses, then he noticed the orange raft hidden deep 244 inside the crevasse. 245 246 Furtseva swam around to the fore of the sub. The thin skin of 247 metal was ripped, and the strong ribs of the vessel were 248 collapsed on each other. Even the painted name was sliced off. 249 Only the red star remained. 250 251 The radio sprinkled a few words into the headset of Furtseva's 252 wet suit. After thinking their meaning out, the Soviet thought 253 out his answer in the most appropriate words. English was 254 starting to suit him. In a halting accent, he sent the answer 255 out to the American. 256 257 "We were following the Norwegian ship on a course that would 258 have taken it past a seaport in the Barrents Sea. One of those 259 navigational errors that ends up being an intelligence boon, do 260 you know?" 261 262 Seth listened sternly as he swam to the orange raft. 263 264 "We were about to warn it off when a pack of icebergs came from 265 nowhere and crushed us. We never knew a second thing. A 266 Canadian fishing ship rescued a few of us. And I decided to 267 defect rather than face their families." 268 269 Seth arrived at the life boat. It was on it's side in the 270 narrowing of the crevasse. To pull it out would take some work. 271 To delay the Soviet until he knew what this raft was, he asked 272 why the icebergs were not seen before the collision. Then he 273 tried to pull the raft out. 274 275 "I do not know why we did not see them. Our sonar apparatus was 276 in working order. The officer in charge of it was diligent and 277 he had not lost the Norwegian in the hours we had tracked him." 278 Furtseva hoped to drum up a comradeship with the American. "It 279 is a riddle. That is why we are here, to answer it." 280 281 Instead of answering, Seth started up to the sub. He knew the 282 answer to this sad riddle. 283 |{|{|{|||}|||}|||}|||||||{|{|||}||{|}|{||}{||||||||||}|||{||||| 284 285 ____09/01/86__________________JD 2446675.4069_________14:45:57_PDT_________ 286 287 ****** 288 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 289 With a horrible thud crashed the Pastor and with a shriek up flew the 290 Pastor. alas every time the Pastor lands it is in a thorn bush. "At last 291 hard, solid ground, dirt no less." yelled the Pastor. Quickly he regretted 292 the yelled part. It seems that the Pastor was inside a clearing, walled 293 and ceiled, in the same berry bushes that had tattered the Pastors cloak. 294 checking for both his iron ring and any beast that the yells of a man in 295 main usually awake. 296 Finding the ring, intact and nothing trying to chew him; the Pastor 297 took it as a good sign. 298 And he set out on his way. He chose to go north although he didn't 299 now that at the time, all he knew was that he was getting hungry. He 300 those that direction for the simple reason that was the way he was facing. 301 and that, was north. 302 That was stupid. the Pastor had been trying, in vain, to hold away 303 very thorny branches in an attempt to save his eyes. His fine cloak and 304 even his en shredded, tattered. 305 His stomach was not, however, in pain at all. These berries were tasty 306 and in abundance. Thorn berries plus thorns and endless branches to launch 307 them were in eternal abundance. I don't think, at this point in time, the 308 Pastor liked this reality. 309 And he had thought he might be going mad. The Pastor thought that he 310 had heard motors and what not. and here it was. The Pastor was finally out 311 of the thorn patches. this, to the Pastor was proof that the two 312 conditions of his fall here, were indeed marks of a good omen. 313 With his typical efficiency the Pastor stepped back into the thorn 314 patch just enough to obscure the citizen's view of him. But to allow him 315 to see the larger structures. The Pastor was on a concrete boardwalk 316 twenty or more feet from the water. A strip of grass and now, hated, 317 bushes were also on the beach. 318 There were several bridges, all varying in size and design, over the 319 river. And a very dirty one at that. The accumulated smog led the Pastor 320 to believe that the seasons lasted year round. "Oh no!" the Pastor 321 quealed in intense discomfort. 322 "This is one those realities! Where ale gets back at you the next day. 323 No, not one of those!". I know, at this point the Pastor did not like 324 this, or any other, reality. 325 The Pastor - P K4 326 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 327 N 328 ||{|}||}|}|}||||}{|||||||||||||||}|{|||||||}|||{||{|{|{|}||||| 329 Furtseva floated down the corridors of the sunken vessel. Those 330 who had not escaped floated at their posts in a ghastly 331 attendance to duty. He passed each of these posts to get to the 332 sonar chamber. Investigating the deaths of his ship and 333 crewmen, he almost wished to be dead also. 334 335 he found the sonar chamber. The door was wheeled shut from the 336 inside. Scrapes at the sides of the door told him that there 337 had been attempts to pry the door of the hinge. Perhaps to help 338 the officer inside. 339 340 sing the damages from the accident and the pressures, Furtseva 341 entered the chamber. Rips in the side had opened only after the 342 rest of the crew was dead. What a liberty being alive was. 343 344 Seth climbed a steel ladder to the conning tower, it was easier 345 than swimming. The hatch was open and he limberly climbed 346 inside. The warning signs and caution lights were in Russian, 347 there was no way he could find his way around by the signs. 348 time to wander. 349 350 Furtseva slipped through the narrow slit in the wall. Inside 351 there was no one. The officer had left his post. For some 352 reason he was gone and in these waters, that was to doom the 353 sub to a collision with an iceberg. The absent idiot had 354 intended the accident, drowned the crew, and the sub. 355 356 Furtseva said a word obscene to a Russian, but only weird to 357 the listening radio officer above. He tried to piece together 358 an image of the officer who had done this. Slim and dark 359 haired, he cut a dashing figure as a Naval officer. Transferred 360 from training in Arkangelsk, and Oslo. His name, it was 361 Johansen. 362 363 Seth saw the bubbles filtering out of the sonar chamber. He 364 checked the time they had left in their tanks, an hour. It was 365 time to tell the Soviet what he had found and get them out of 366 there. 367 368 Norwegian agent in Soviet navy. Treacherous murderer, trying 369 to protect the secrecy of the Norwegian ship's course. That is 370 that these men died for, a trip past a harbor?" Furtseva threw 371 a chair against a wall. It came to a halt as soon as it left 372 his huge hands and landed on the metal floor. Things don't 373 throw very well in the deep. 374 375 Seth slid all the way through the gash in the wall. He saw 376 Furtseva in the middle of the room standing alone. So alone. 377 his ship sunk, his crew dead, to the last man, and his nation 378 despising him as a traitor. 379 380 I guess you know already," The radios aboard the ship 381 transmied the words to the Soviet. Seth held out the Russian 382 to Norwegian translation book, and the paper with the chronicle 383 of the spy's actions. 384 385 Furtseva peered at him. "So the traitor did not escape," His 386 anger turned to remorse for his crew, and pity for the end of 387 their lives. "As I had feared? He died like the rest?" 388 389 No, he died in a deflated life raft, I found it below." Seth 390 but his arm on the Soviet's shoulder as if to hold him up. 391 Let's get back aboard, we have answered this riddle." 392 393 The radios sent the words back and forth. "Do you know, for a 394 coment, I thought you might have said for us to go back home. I 395 cannot do that, you know." 396 397 Of course you can. There's space for you in my apartment 398 building. It's in the city of New Orleans, settled by the 399 French. Part of the United States now, you might like it there. 400 it's home now, Russian." 401 402 Alright, but Seth, my name is Mikhail." 403 ||{|}||}|}|}||||}{|||||||||||||||}|{|||||||}|||{||{|{|{|}||||| 404 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 405 1 MORE DAY TO SLEEP 406 IN TIL SCHOOL ON THE 3RD.... 407 LATER 408 DOGHNUT MAN 409 THE SWAMP THING 410 DS 411 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 412 413 414 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 415 The Underground Crue! BBS 416 417 If your the type of person who likes 418 killer downloads then this is the 419 bbs for you! 420 421 Call Tonight! 422 423 Hours: 11pm - 6am 7 days a week 424 425 503-654-xxxx 426 427 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 428 429 {+|+} <429> 860901^2355 430 WKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWK 431 The Guardian: Long time no see, nice to see your return. 432 WKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWK The White Knight WKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWK 433 434 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 435 I second that, it has been awhile Guardian... Whatcha' been up to? 436 437 ++++++++++Lurk, lurk, then lurk some more++++++++Darbon+++++++++++++++++++++++++ 438 Attention!! Please read!! 439 pelin 440 Phone number : 503-777-xxxx 441 Baud rates : 300/1200 442 Features : 6 message fases, 99 line limit per message, private 443 mail support, info file section (has bbs list that 444 Applephilia took over after Bit Bucket died, it is kept 445 Sorry for the above, but I can't re-edit it due to all allowed being wiped. 446 Basically it was an advertisement for my bbs (Zeppelin), please give it a 447 try as it's got lots of nice features such as 6 (up to 8 though) message bases 448 such as: 449 1 - General 450 2 - Buy & Sell 451 3 - Creative Writing (For you writers out there) 452 4 - Open Discussion 453 5 - The Metal Shop (musically related (obviously)) 454 6 - Advanced Dungeons & Dragons (for you gamers out there) 455 Well, it's also got a 99 line message limit. There are more (alot more) 456 features, but I don't have time to post about them, I'm kind of on a tight 457 schedule. 458 Eddie Williams - SysOp of Zeppelin 459 Peter Simpson - Co-SysOp and Author of Zeppelin 460 461 462 463 464 / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / 465 Oh great advertismentt-fun! And those of us out east can't call it locally. And it would 466 be cheaper to call L.A. than to call short-long distance.... 467 But ENOUGH of my complaining... 468 . 469 I am glad to see a LOT of people here. Some are those who have been here only a 470 short time, and others that have been here for years. And 1 that seems to have been here 471 in two different forms. I personally feel that the real PEN NAME will be evident in 472 the writings of the two possibles. But both of them should realize that using a 473 non-standard symbol as a border is just asking for trouble. Why take the chance of 474 having computer failure, and having to use a terminal without certain keys? Not a good 475 iea. 476 Well, I shall be off, by before I part for the next few daz 477 ,. 478 *** STARPATH *** 479 / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / 480 ?????????????????? 481 I'm back, folks, 482 nd there's somethi 483 ng wrong here, or 484 I'm a Denebian 485 Horsefly-rider! 486 487 Adric. 488 *************************************************************************** 489 DJJ: I'm not sure what is wrong, the "new" function doesn't seem 490 to do much, type it twice and it dies.... Oh well. Suggest you leave a 491 message or call him, or....I don't know. 492 ************************* CISTOP MIKEY ************************************ 493 494 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 495 NEW BBSS..... 496 497 The Underground Crue! BBS is a new 498 Milwaukie/Portland based bbs. 499 500 If your the type of person who likes 501 killer downloads on games, then this 502 is the bbs for you! 503 504 This bbs is strickly for commodore 64 505 users, but if you dont own a 64 still 506 call to access these fine sub-boards: 507 508 1. 64 Tips 509 510 2. Local BBS 511 512 3. Misc. 513 514 4. Dirty Jokes 515 516 This bbs is totaly free! No charges 517 for the downloads! 518 519 Make sure when you call that your 520 modem is equipted with New Punter 521 for the downloads. I suggest 522 something that is compatable with 523 comm-term 2.7 or higher. 524 525 Set your Modem to: 526 527 Full Duplex, Stop Bites 1, Parity none 528 Baud Rate 300, Word Length 8 529 530 Call Tonight! 531 532 Hours: 11pm - 6am 7 days a week 533 534 503-654-xxxx 535 536 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 537 538 To the sysop of this BBS: 539 540 Why does my bulletin keep getting 541 erased, about the Underground Crue! 542 bbs? 543 544 Sysop of the 545 546 Underground Crue! BBS 547 548 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 549 550 }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} 551 552 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 553 The Underground Crue! bbs will be 554 running from 6:30 to 9:00 for people 555 who would like rigester. 556 557 Just call up and put your aplacation 558 in and then call back from 11pm - 6am 559 and you will have full access to this 560 bbs. 561 562 If you have any qeustions about this 563 bbs please call 503-654-xxxx between 564 5pm and 10pm and ask for jeff. 565 566 Call Know To Rigester! 567 568 503-654-xxxx 569 570 Sysop of the: 571 572 Underground Crue! BBS 573 574 Jeff Eakins 575 576 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 577 Perhaps, Mr. Eakins, the SYSOP of this system values accuracy in spelling, 578 as well as an avoidance of redundancy. Do you suppose ? 579 580 Mr. Eakins: The first time, it was removed because the Sysop tried calling your 581 board and got an answering machine. Since then it has not been touched. However 582 since this board only stores 629 line at a time. You might refrain from posting 583 your 'ad' 2 & 3 times a *day*. Once a *week* would be more than sufficient. 584 Currently it is one here 5 or 6 times, using up well over 1/6 of the available 585 space. 586 ________________??:??_JD 244???? Leonard________??:??________________________ 587 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 588 To the SYSOP of this BBS: 589 590 This is the sysop of the Underground 591 Crue!, I know my spelling is not so 592 hot, and I understand what you mean 593 about message space on this bbs. 594 595 I was wandering though, if you knew 596 any other message bulletins that are 597 for the 64 computer or infact for any 598 computer that I could post my new 599 bbs on? 600 601 Would you please leave me some feedback on this matter? 602 603 I'll call later tonight. 604 605 - Jeff Eakins 606 607 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 608 609 To the SYSOP of this BBS: 610 611 This is Jeff Eakins again, I whont be 612 able to call back tonight about the 613 message I left above. But if you could 614 leave me some feedback on my bbs about 615 other bulletin bbs I very much 616 would appreciate it. 617 618 The number is again, 503-654-xxxx 619 620 Thanks 621 622 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 623 624 P.S. - It will be starting at 10:15 625 626 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 627 628 %*@#*@)^*^@*^_^!)^*@) The Rumors of my slaughter have been greatly exaggerated. 629 *%$_^*@^*)^*!+^*!)^&*^*@^)@*_^) L'homme sans Parity %*@#%*@%*_)%*@@_^&@_@#%**%_@ TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 629