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From: hamton@byron.u.washington.edu (MrEuStress)
Subject: "family values"
Organization: University of Washington
Distribution: usa
Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1992 21:02:17 GMT

Woody Muller writes
> Apparently we have different definitions of `productive.'

    Brilliant Sherlock!

> The [57%, who owe child support, are in contempt]
> prevalence of attitudes like yours is . . .
> You harm, rather than help, the cause of `male rights' . . .

    You think you can avoid rape by
    *ALLOWING* society to fuck you.

    Unwanted kids don't benefit anyone.
    Don't force someone to want some kid.

    You can keep your republican "family values"
    but don't force them on me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    I'll protect myself from society --
    by being an outlaw.

>  If you were smart, you'd . . .

      Your ignorance is obvious -- 
      Someday you'll learn that you
      can't "tell" people what to do.

  I don't know anything about you --
  but I'm going to guess that you are either
  married with kids or you are soon to be
  married.  Am I right?

  I'll also guess that you live near your
  divorced kids.
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Mon, 31 Aug 1992 16:52:38 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Naming the World Update

     Well, thanks to those who have sent me e-mail concerning naming the world.
So far, "The Crux" seems to be the favorite name for the world to be called
by outsiders (of which Luthor, 'Realf, The Traveller, ...sage, Helen, and
quite a few others are).
     I thought I should also include the entire text from Hazy since she has
some suggestions.

> How about Etheria?  Reason:  Because this land is the
>and in the Ether that borders (in a metaphysical sense)
>the largest number of other lands in the entire Ether.

>    Ether:  Hypothetical medium formerly assumed
>            to fill all space and to form the
>            means by which electromagnetic
>            radiation is transmitted.

Dreamer's Comments:  I don't like "Etheria" only because people reading it for
     the first time would think that it exists in the Etherial Plane.
     Also, almost everyone who wrote to me said that they would like to keep
     away from another name like Generica or the Specificas.

>Maybe Nexus?  (Linked series, or group)  It sounds
>cool and, as writers, we are all linked together...

DC: That's better...I had actually thought of "Nexus" because I just recently
    read "Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?" (the book that "Blade Runner"
    was based on).  I didn't propose this name though simply because I wasn't
    exactly sure what it meant, but now that I do, I like it!

>Synchronia?  Mainly because I dig the song Synchronisity
>by The Police.....and it has this nice "meanwhile, back
>at the ranch" flavor to it.

     The names like "Collectiva" and "Universala" (Generican sounding names)
were not too popular according to the e-mail that I got, so this one probably
wouldn't do either.

>Hazy

     Final Comments:  If you would like to vote, e-mail me...no need to flood
the bandwidth with more ADMIN than necessary.  I would like to have a name by
Friday, so this will end then unless there is a good reason not to...then we
will have our name :-)

     Love and Peace and Christening the World (Anyone got a BIG bottle?),
                             -The Dreamer-
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Mon, 31 Aug 1992 17:32:42 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L] Sharella the Assassin, in Turmoil

     For once in her life, Sharella was unsure.  She sat alone now, pondering
her situation and drawing lines absently in the ground with a stick.  Never
had she been so long away on a mission.  Her objective was clear.  She had to
kill Luthor and Murell before they could attack Queen Shana of Cormyr, but
she found herself wanting other things.
     'I must keep my mind on my mission,' she thought to herself.  She did not
know it yet, but she was falling in love.

     "Helen, don't just sit there, the night is getting cold.  We should return
to the shelter," said Firecat, her Gnome companion.
     Sharella smiled warmly at him and threw her stick into the fire.  Firecat
helped her to her feet and together, they walked to the shelter with Shadow
and Jabu slightly ahead of them.  For a moment, Sharella wondered what it
would be like to shape-shift into a Gnomish form for a while...

     Love and Peace and Brutal Killers,
              -The Dreamer-
From: scavanag@neumann.une.edu.au (Steven Cavanagh)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [T&R] Enter the labyrinth..
Date: 30 Aug 92 13:28:58 GMT


>	 An icy laugh rang through the chamber as the eye- thing
> disappeared, rebounding and echoing on the amusing puppet that
>lay on the floor, gasping.


When his breathing, adrenalin and rage eased to normal, Rollik
eased himself upright. Ak'lssh was obviously toying with him,
showing how easily his death could come at any moment to
heighten his fear. That, at least, he could stop. The 
swashbuckler did a few quick exercises to restore his fighting
trim, then laughed away the last traces of his fear and stepped
into the exposed passageway.
	It was a long corridor that turned sharply to the right
about sixty feet along, lit with the same inner light as the rooms'
walls had been. Rollik strode purposefully down it, cautiously
remaining alert for any trouble.
	After a few more turns his caution paid off. An almost 
invisible plate on the floor caught his eye, and careful 
inspection connected it to a small charred hole on the wall
at chest height. Rollik daintily hopped over it and continued
on.
	The passageway soon opened into a large room thirty
feet square, seemingly empty, with another exit opposite. Rollik
raised a trimmed eyebrow; it had to be another trap. Despite a
thorough search, however, he found nothing. He shrugged, and 
stepped toward the other doorway.
	With a barely audible hiss another of the remote seeing
eyes shimmered into existence. A bright flash from the centre of
the room revealed a blue ellipse hovering in the air, energy
crackling around its edge. From out of the portal leapt a black
figure that rolled expertly along the ground, springing to a 
standing position and freezing into motionless rigidity.
	A Ninja.

	It seemed to be waiting confidently for Rollik to make the
first move.


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Steven Cavanagh                 |        So many women-
(Cav)                           |
                                |                      -So little charisma.
scavanag@neumann.une.oz.au      |
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From: cohen@spot.Colorado.EDU (Matthew I Cohen)
Subject: RANGER/ARCHER FOR HIRE
Organization: University of Colorado, Boulder
Date: Mon, 31 Aug 1992 03:56:46 GMT

  A Large human walks into the pub, orders a mug of ale, and hammers a large piece of parchment on the wall.  For those who wander over, the poster reads:


			RANGER/ARCHER FOR HIRE 
			Wishes to see the world, 
			Willing to provide guard, tracking,
			Or other services in exchange for
			Travel fare.
  			Refrences availible upon request.
			---Hubarak of the Silver Arrow


   The man then sits down at a table and attempts to sell his services to 
the adventurers present...
-- 
 Matthew Cohen  -+- a.k.a. Silver Sword!    : (Personality-indicitive quote) 
 Cohen@spot.colorado.edu - home machine     :  REALITY is for those people   
 1220 26th, Boulder, CO, 80302 -slow machine:    who can't handle FANTASY!   
          (303) 449-9035 -answering machine :                       -M.C.
From: vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] Radan goes out for a bit of Tea at the bazaar, anyone join me?
Date: 31 Aug 92 12:24:28 GMT
Organization: University of Northern Iowa

Radan sat staring at the scroll, he remembered the old man that gave it to him,
old grizzled, but the eyes were strangely young, and the clothes were ragged,
but it didn't seem to match the man's aire at all...
In the room next to Karl's, there was not much to do, Radan contemplated going
out to see the city of Pashar, but decided to watch the city from his window...
Again the scroll seemed to have an effect on Radan, he toyed with the seal on
the outer edge, hmmm, strange markings, I wonder.. As Radan started to peal the
edge of the paper, a resounding "NO!!!!" sounded in his soul.  'Ok, maybe I
don't want to see this after all...'

Radan ended up tucking it away in a scroll case he happened to havein one of
his backpacks of stores.  
'let's see, I still have the iron rations, a few jugs of water, I hope this'll
be enough for everyone if we ever need it.  Maybe a walk will do something for
my boredom, I wonder what the city is like...'

With his belongings in order, and a new set of clothes on, Radan headed out the
door and down the hall to the stair way, ' oh yeah, I'll leave a note for
anyone that comes by..' turning on his heel, Radan quickly went back and jotted
down a note on a scratch piece of parchment he brought from Generica.
With that done Radan made his way outside to the Market place.
Strange new creature even Radan had never seen were for sale in the Bazaar,
poeple of all different colours were parading down the avenue shouting, yelling
, and making sure that every passerby would know they were selling the best
wares on the market.  Heading down the avenue Radan spotted a restaurant
somewhat like an outdoor cafe.  Quickly as to avoid a caravan's card thudding
down the paved way, Radan sat down at one of the emty tables.   A waiter with a
turbine upon his head came to him and asked what beverage he wished to have,

" Ah thank you very much, I would like some spiced flavored tea please"  Radan
asked politely.
"Yes, right away goodman."  Was all the waiter said.

After receiving his tea, Radan paid the waiter and quietly sipped his tea while
watching the hustle and bustle of the Bazaar around him...


ADMIN:Radan is currently catching up with everyone that has been writing the
[R] Thread, I apologize for the simpleton writing thus far, it was done at 7:30
in the a.m. central standard time...
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From: scavanag@neumann.une.edu.au (Steven Cavanagh)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: rogue posting.
Date: 28 Aug 92 04:17:07 GMT

I have no idea how my post "some flasy swordplay" got here after
"please find enclosed..." as I posted the former ages ago. Did
it get here twice?

sorry to the confusion this may have caused to readers (does anyone
read our thread anyway??)


Cav.
From: cgirard@neumann.une.edu.au (The Blade of Malchrntyne)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [T&R] Timelord's room
Date: 30 Aug 92 13:17:41 GMT


	Timelord searched the small room, searching for some method for
escaping his prison.  He searched with eyes and hands, first the walls,
and when that proved fruitless, the floor and ceiling which he could just
reach.
	Nothing.
	Try as he might, there was no way out that Timelord could find.  As
far as he could see, he was trapped in the small room forever.
	Suddenly he frowned, and quickly scanned the room again.  The room
was lit by a glow that seemed to emanate from the walls, ceiling and floor
at the same time, and as he cast his eyes around again, Timelord noticed that
the room was a perfect cube.  Taking a closer look at the features of the 
walls, he also realised that they were absolutely identical.
	A quick inspection of the ceiling and floor revealed that they too
were identical to the walls.
	Timelord considered the incongruity of the situation.  Then, with
a slight hiss, the room began to fill from the floor upwards with a pungent
yellow gas.
	Knowing that to search again for secret leavers would not only be
futile but would also stir the deadly gas, Timelord stood in the centre of
the room, trying to fight of panic as the gas slowly rose around him.  He
closed his eyes, focusing all his mental power on the problem, as the gas
rose past his knees.
	As the gas rose to his chest, and Timelord began to experience
difficulty in breathing, he answer to the problem sprang to his mind.  He
opened his eyes.
	"This room does not exist," he said loudly, not to anything in the
room, but to somewhere beyond it.
	The room and the deadly gas disappeared, and Timelord found himself
in a long corridor that stretched out to either side of him.  A large eye
was right in front of his face.
	"Not bad," came a voice from the eye, "your mind is not so puny
after all.  Now let's see how weak your body is!"
	The eye disappeared, and from either end of the corridor came a
sound of metal shod feet.  Looking quickly around him,  Timelord saw
that two steel-encased figures were approaching him, one from either side.
	Simultaneously they raised their visors, revealing emptiness behind.
The figure to his right was wielding a massive battle axe; the one to the
left a six-foot two-handed sword.  Steadily they approached, and Timelord had
nowhere to go.


 The Blade of Malchrntyne (CJ)| There comes a time when the jewels cease to
 Drummond College A100        | sparkle, and the gold loses its lustre, and
 x 3069                       | the throne room becomes a prison - and all
 There can be only one.       | that remains is a father's love for his child
From: cat@oswego.Oswego.edu (Cat)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Guess who(?)
Keywords: Do I have your attention yet?
Date: 2 Sep 92 01:43:44 GMT
Reply-To: cat@oswego.Oswego.edu (Cat)
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY
Originator: cat@gidney.oswego.edu

The door to the pub opens yet again.  The same Elven maiden who seemed
to have disappeared without a trace a while ago enters.  For those who
were not around, she has the usual Elven beauty, though it is tempered
with a disheveled, tired look.  Her hair looks to be auburn or golden-
brown, and she is garbed much like a ranger, complete with a longbow of
Elven make, two (visible) sheafs of arrows, a longsword, and a bulge or
two which could be daggers.
Crossing to the bar and smiling apologetically at the barmaid, she once
again requests Elven wine.  "And," she says in her lilting, accented
voice, "this time I will drink and pay for it, as well as for that which
you poured last time, which I had no chance to enjoy.  I sensed that my
presence was needed elsewhere, but that problem has been solved."

All right, I am back, with a new improved address.  Those who were here
last Spring (my time) but who do not recognize me now may remember me as
ar_ind02@Oswego.oswego.edu.  Please refrain from sending mail to that
account, I cannot be sure how long they will continue it.
                            See Ya,
           Cat, the Mystical Divinity of Unashamed Felinity
Oh if people knew how DULL it was to live in sin!...
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: alden@coos.dartmouth.edu (Laurie F. Alden)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Barmaid's Journal 16
Date: 28 Aug 92 13:10:54 GMT
Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH

(Y'all know Serene - she's available for your posts to fetch food and
drink, real interactions are mine.  Please send me your favorite drink
for the next posting of the Barlist)

Careful to avoid the huge blue-orbed weapon, Serene comes to the side
of the newest, both-feeted arrival.  "First this, Traveler, your ale
will follow."  A stein of cool water with a bit of ginger is pressed
into his hands.  When the grey-eyed woman sees that he is drinking, she
gets a mug of the best pale from Littlefair.  Food follows shortly,
Mary's stew with generous chunks of cheese and bread, and a basket of
salted potato bits.

Those who know Serene will see that she does not move as quickly today
as she is wont to do, nor quite as steadily.  She also has an end of a
spool of thread hanging out of her apron pocket, which the perennial
kitten bats and follows, until distracted with a saucer of cream.

Another round for all, then she takes a break without Mary's urging.
She has been looking for someone to enter, waiting.
--
Ecclesiastes 3:8.5:  There is a time to fish and a time to cut bait.
lfa@dartmouth.edu
From: bfish@sequent.com (Brett Fishburne)
Subject: [KQ] Captain [Warehouse] OUCH!
Followup-To: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Organization: Sequent Computer Systems Inc.
Date: Thu, 27 Aug 92 21:06:47 GMT

Characters: Kron Questors

ZIP!  The crossbow bolt gracefully sailed through the air and despite Azzar's
well meant kick to the shins Captain caught it on the chest beside his 
shoulder.  While Azzar and Colin were busy knocking bolts out of the air like
human Ginsu (tm) knives, Captain slumped to floor.  He knew he was hit, but
it didn't really hurt (surprisingly) and there really wasn't any blood.  He
tried to push himself up from the floor to resume the fray.  On his knees,
Captain's arm gave out and only his strength and balance kept him from 
returning to the floor.

Now, it began to hurt.  It was really more warm then anything else and Captain
could hear his heart beating in his ears.  His breathing seemed to come in
gasps, but that was probably more related to the heavy sword work he had
recently been doing then anything else.  The fingers of Captain's left hand
took an unfamiliar grip on the sword hilt and he raised the sword shakily in
front of him.  This effort was not lost on one of the young guardsmen, still
clothed in only cloth padding and bearing the hilt of a shattered wooden
sword.  His face curled into an ugly grin as he watched a patch of red 
grow around Captain's shoulder.

Ouch!  This being hit by a crossbow bolt was no fun!  Captain started to see
spots in front of his eyes and his sword began to lag towards the ground.  
Before Captain knew it, the boy had reached out and grabbed hold of the pommel
of Captain's long sword.  It was probably Captain's sudden desire to hold onto
that sword for all he was worth that saved his life.  Before the youth could
draw the sword from Captains's grasp, the whole group of guards were throwing
down their weapons and were soon tied together.

OUCH!  Someone yanked the bolt out of Captain's pain racked body opening up a
slippery, bloody hole.  Almost as quickly, a strip of cloth was pushed into the
hole and Captain was told to hold onto it while another strip was wound about
his chest.  Sweat was beading on Captain's brow as he was quickly ministered to
and then helped up.  Though a little unsteady on his feet, Captain felt the
adrenaline rise in his body as he realized that the fight was still on and
he would have to continue.  Grasping his sword firmly in his right hand,
Captain did his best to push the pain out of his mind and joined the rest of
the group as they went down the stairs toward the sounds of more fighting.

There was a brief moment of comic relief as the puppy flopped down the first
two stairs and then tumbled into a ball rolling to a stop in Captain's arms.
The pup licked Captain's face clean and the stub of a tail whipped back and
forth with such frenzy that it was all Captain could do to stuff the rolling,
licking, chubby little puppy once more into his shirt.  Even Kron laughted
before the haunted, serious look returned to his face.

[ADMIN:  Here come the cavalry!!!]

-- Captain
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From: pvanheus@frodo.cs.uct.ac.za (P A van Heusden)
Subject: NEWBIE: Intro wanted
Organization: Computer Science Department, University of Cape Town
Date: Wed, 2 Sep 1992 07:36:49 GMT

Hello. I have been watching this group, and it looks interesting. It seems
this is some kind of mail version of a MUD, right? Anyway, the idea of
roleplaying via Usenet seems interesting.

Could someone send me data on how the system works, and a description of the
world please?

Peter

--
*******************************************************************************
Peter van Heusden              "Thou shalt not kill
CS2 lab, UCT, Cape Town               Kill kill kill!"
pvanheus@frodo.cs.uct.ac.za                    Ministry
From: vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] Turbine?  OOOOOOPPPPPSSS from Radan...
Date: 31 Aug 92 21:47:13 -0500
Organization: University of Northern Iowa




OK! OK!  I was a little off when I misspelled turban, I did mean turban, and
Hazy I didn't take offense.  I thought it was hillarious, but by the time I
realized it, the post was already out on the electronic air ways...

Radan Tsran
a.k.a. timothy
p.s. One tired mo fo that hasn't had sleep in the last 24 hours...;)
From: BANNON@MAINE.MAINE.EDU
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] Hazy Notices Karl's Awake
Date: 28 Aug 92 16:32:51 GMT
Organization: University of Maine System

Hazy made another loop around the next tower and then
came to a sudden halt, the particles of her self slamming
together like cars in a train wreck.  "Hey!," she thought
there's Karl!  That was a short nap!  Hmmm.  I wonder who
that is with him?"  Suddenly Karl happened to look up in
Hazy's direction and a little cat-that-ate-the-canary
smile appeared on his face,--a second later the other man
glanced up as well and his gaze grew intent.  "WHOOPS!!"
Hazy realized that in her surprise at seeing Karl she had
let herself condense to a light mist and, ergo, become
visible.  She shifted back to her evaporated form quickly
and those on the ground saw the thin cloud dissapate.

High above the street she followed Karl and his darkly tanned
companion.  They sat at an outdoor table and Karl was brought
a beverage by the waiter.  They appeared to chat for a bit
and then the young man rose from the table and left.  Hazy
wondered idily if Karl would mind that she was watching him
and hoped that since she was full of only good intentions
that he wouldn't.  The waiter had approached the table again
and was making what seemed to be a somewhat aggressive motion
by grinding his hand into his fist.  "Uh-oh!" Hazy thought,
"I hope Karl has some coins with him.  It looks like the
waiter might be concerned about payment!"  Her evaluation of
the situation was apparently in error because as she watched
Karl stood and, showing no signs of tension, walked off with
the waiter.  They disappeared around a corner and then after
a very short while Karl emerged again and headed away from
the restaurant with his distinctive crunch-thud gait.  "Humans
have such complicated lives!" she thought in dismayed confusion.
She followed after him for lack of anything better to do.  She
harbored no delusions that what had just transpired would make
any more sense if she continued to trail him.  She fully expected,
in fact, that things would become MORE muddled.  Humans were
just so dratted integrated with the world around them and the lives
of others....Hazy was continually baffled by their actions and the
often bizarre consequences of those actions.  She'd pledged to
rescue anyone in need, but,-- (the thought suddenly struck her)
often humans seemed to need rescuing from themselves!  Karl was
decending a narrow stone staircase between two buildings with
care.  As he approached the bottom, a cloud of dust reached him
from the street and he stopped in a fit of coughing.  Unthinkingly,
Hazy swept down and in front of him and used the heavy moisture of
her substance to settle the swirling dust.  "Oops." she thought,
"Even though he can't see me, I'm sure he knows I'm here now.
Oh well.  That's life."  As always, whenever that thought would cross
her mind, she felt the fierce, giddy joy of the moment of her
creation.   Life was such a precious thing.  All life.

Hazy