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- Path: sparky!uunet!nwnexus!jhgrud!eskimo!jammer
- From: jammer@eskimo.com (Lyle Harwood)
- Subject: Re: The world, and what it'd be like...
- Message-ID: <1992Dec31.125731.21713@eskimo.com>
- Organization: -> ESKIMO NORTH (206) For-Ever <-
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- References: <1ht3v4INNmhe@mirror.digex.com>
- Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1992 12:57:31 GMT
- Lines: 67
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- Sean Eustis (snarf@access.digex.com) wrote:
- : In article <105771@bu.edu> schweppe@acs.bu.edu (Edmund Schweppe)
- writes:
- : >After Darkshot leaves, Merlinvin steps over to Mike and lays two
- singles on
- : >the bar. "One's for me, Mike; the other is for Darkshot when he
- returns."
- :
- : >"To the dreamers, who show us where we need to go;
- : > to the doers, who show us how to get there;
- : > and to the denizens of the Place, who stand ready to heal the scars
- : > we get along the way."
- : ><crash!>
- :
- : Dreamweaver talks to Mike about starting a tab, even with all the free
- : drinks everybody else buys. Mike just nods his head, 'Of course."
- : "Well then, lets start with some _really_ strong Kahlua or coffe
- : liquer in honor of Darkshot. I'll kinda miss him."
- : One shot of the stuff is consumed and the container sent airborne.
- :
- : <<Crash>>
- :
- :
- : --
- : In VR -- The Dreamweaver In RL -- Sean Eustis
- : snarf@access.digex.com
- : "God never closed a door without
- : first opening another."
-
-
- Jammer walks through the door, flushed from the snowfight, just in time
- to brush past Darkshot, and hear Dreamweaver's toast.
-
- "Out, eh? Where was the wee one when the MEN needed him, answer me that!
-
- Mike! My mocha, if you "
-
- and stops dead in his tracks.
- He takes two soft, tentative steps towards the bar, and gazes into
- Sgt Coffee's mocha.
- He picks it up, and turns slowly around. He looks at the assembled
- patrons,
- and then slowly, carefuly, turns the mug upside down.
-
- Nothing comes out.
-
- He steps to the fireplace, and places it carefully on the hearth, in
- front of the flames.
-
- He steps back to the bar, and picks up his mocha, and steps to the line.
-
- "My new friends, I give you Callahans.
- A place where I can loose track of where I am,
- A place where while I don't live here, Warrior roams free,
- A place where Wee Wenches are brave enough to bop my nose,
- A place where it's not neccessary to be afraid,
-
- and then his voice breaks, ever so slightly, as he says,
-
- And at last, a place where it's possible for Sgt Scott Coffee
- to return from patrol."
-
- Warrior roars.
-
- Jammer drinks, and throws his mug in a straight hard line at Sgt Coffees
- mug. They both explode into the fire.
-
-