From: aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Alfvaen)
Subject: Re: Audience participation game
Organization: University Of Alberta, Edmonton Canada
Date: Mon, 6 Apr 1992 22:48:09 GMT

Sho Kuwamoto writes
> Finish this for me.
> Five points if you can tell me where the words on the left came from.
> 
>WHALE	To say that he was large would have been kind. He'd been 
>BLOOD	cut badly, and the outsized stretcher we used to carry him 
>EMPIR	was a map of an empire drawn in red stains on canvas.  
>CHATT  Surprisingly, the man remained conscious, talking at machine
>CIRLIG gun rates in circling paranoid arguments. He didn't seem to
>SKULL  realize how close he was to death.
>FADO   Abe, on the other end of the stretcher, was listening to doo-wop
>FORSIN through his headphones.  The man focused on him and said, "God
>ROSA   will punish you."  He lifted his hand, spattered with crimson, off
>TWOAGA the stretcher and laid two fingers against Abe's wrist.  Then his
>LOST   arm collapsed, ripping Abe's headphones off his head.  Just then
>BECK3  three doctors rounded the corner.  One beckoned urgently to us. As
>DRAMA  we neared, he bent close and whispered, "We must save this man or
>STPETE all is lost."  Another, the administratrix of St. Peter's General
>ONHER  Hospital, had a stern expression on her face and shook her head
>FICCI  disapprovingly.  The third doctor, an Italian named Libero Ficci, 
>PERSO  winked reassuringly at me.  He was the person who was really in
>MASTER charge of the hospital, whatever Dr. Gosper may have thought.  He
>NAKED  was the only one that could satisfy her carnal desires.  I had
>AGE    always found her too old for my tastes.  She brought back horrid
>KISSI  memories of having to kiss my grandmother when I was 5.
>PARAD  The parade was still audible from outside.  We had outdistanced it
>CLOSE  in our frantic drive here, but it had caught up with us.  The
>THUS   first doctor spoke again.  "Thus ends an era in history."  He had
>SODOM  lost his earlier urgency.  Dr. Sodom.  That was his name. I fought
>3EXEMP down a sudden revulsion at the thought of these three examples of
>CURFEW the profession working on him.  The curfew bell rang, and I looked
>OURS   at my watch.  The bell was several hours early.  But it rang again
>DURAS  for an extended period, and I realized it must be the guards, in
>HIROS  response to the pomp of the parade.  Sure enough, Hiros' voice
>CITIZ  blared through the square. "Citizens, please ignore the bells."
>CAMBO  A Cambodian refugee stumbled down the corridor towards us, bumping
>MIRAC  Abe's arm violently.  Only a miracle kept us from dropping the
>WHIJAC stretcher.  Libero pulled a whiskey bottle out of his jacket.
>MEXBLU "Mexican Blue," he said.  "Want some?"  We shook our heads, and he
>SUBTER shrugged and downed it.  We finally entered the tunnel that led to
>NOTEB  the secret labs.  The guards noted our arrival, reading our names
>ARTNO  and numbers off the artistically designed nametags we wore.
>LADY   Several women in ill-fitting nurse's uniforms greeted us.  Dr.
>EQUAL  Gosper turned up her nose, but Libero greeted them cheerfully.
>MONK   Dr. Sodom took no notice of them at all.  We lifted him off the
>MOON   stretcher and onto the table.  Dr. Sodom slid his pants off to
>PACK   look at the wound, removing the blood-soaked cloth packed around
>WILDAM his groin.  "Looks like a wild animal attacked him," he mumbled.
>CONFE  "Just a Confederationist," I said, and wished I hadn't, as Dr.
>LAZAR  Gosper shot a piercing glare at me.  "He's dead now, and he'll
>SPRING stay that way," Libero said, springing to my defense.  One of the
>JASMI  nurses, whose nametag read "Jasmina Boco," motioned for me to come
>MIDDLE over.  Standing between me and Dr. Gosper, she whispered, "Where
>HOMTHO is Home Thought?"  I whispered, "Home Thought is nowhere in this
>CITY   city."  That much was true.  Home Thought had fled, and was now in
>OUTLAW the badlands with the rest of the outlaws.  She made a gesture
>ERASE  with her hand across her face, and I erased him from my mind.
>GHOMIR "And Ghost Miracle?" she asked.  "Dead," I said.  Just then, I
>JEALAB felt a hand on my shoulder.  It was Abe.  "Jasmina's mine," he
>PEDRO  said, ice in his voice.  "Got that, Pedro?"  I nodded, wishing for
>STALI  the good old days of the Stalinists.  Sitting around, reading old
>PRINC  dogeared copies of "The Prince," screwing Party wives.  But all
>EXIT   that was gone now, all because of the man on the table.  The man
>PALAC  who had taken the Palace and turned it into a barracks.  The man
>TEMPL  who had taken the Temple and turned it into a palace.  Abe would
>POCZA  have been dead by now, and the "Poor Man's Czar" would not be the
>DUNCE  ruler of this country.  The poor and the stupid worship him,
>NEON   because he brought them television and neon signs.  Then I heard
>BUSHGH Jasmina say, "Bush Ghost" and I spun around, breaking Abe's neck
>PALM   with the palm of my hand.  The three doctors stood around stupidly
>MONKE  like monkeys as I pulled open the fat man's ribcage and ripped out
>THIS   his heart.  I had a sense of purpose.  This was why I was here, at
>TERRA  this time, on this planet.  I barely felt the last bullet.

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