# 1 [Rsp] "THE WALK"
   By Ranxerox (ID# 1)
   On Tue Jan 12, 1993  6:56 PM
   LR Wed Jun 20, 1993  9:33 PM
     ** 30 Responses total **

 Mike Walked along the Dock,hunched
Forward By the Weight of the Sack which
was Slung over his Right Shoulder...

 "Am I doing the RIGHT thing?",he
thought to himself.The Sack Twiched
Slightly,And each STEP he took seemed
like a Clap of THUNDER in his head.

              CONTINUE

	      
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By Black Rose (ID# 3)
On Fri Jan 15, 1993  9:55 PM

  ...mummble,mummble,,,,blub,,blub,,

Mike flipped the sack over to his left
shoulder and said " I'm not going to
tell you again, SHUT UP!" He jared the
sack with his elbow, and there was a
little whimper.
Not sure of what to do next, he drops
the sack to his feet. He leans against
a light and takes out a smoke. "Youre
smoking again aren't you? and next
time don't drop me like that,
shithead!" ....." Hello, are you still
there? ..........Damn, the shit left
me,,I can't believe he left
me......geeezzzzz I can't believe he
did that,,I should have turned him
into"
"I'm still here you poor excuse for
a..........


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By Buster (ID# 9)
On Mon Jan 18, 1993  2:10 PM

Pixie.besides where you're going
you won't beable to turn nobody into
anythig.
  "What's that suppose to mean",cried
the pixie.
  "None of your damn business",snarled
Hatchet."and if you don't shut up like
I said I'll do more than drop you.
   "Up yours",the pixie whispered.
 Hatchet started thinking about how
much money this little pain in the ass
was going to bring and was suprised
that he hadn't killed the little
freak.
   Yes he said to himself.The first
thing after all this is to go and buy
a horse so then I'll won't have to
walk from place to place.
 Maybe I'll get pissed out of my tree
get a whore for the night first then
get a horse....Yeah that sounds
perfect.
   Hatchet was so deep in thought that
he hadn't seen the bandits jump out of
nowhere. One of the bandits came at
him sword in hand. Hatchet with the
speed of a cheetah drew his own sword
and still holding the sack in the
other hand.
"What's going on out there",said the
pixie...................


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By Ranxerox (ID# 1)
On Tue Jan 19, 1993 12:54 AM

Shut Up!...Mike replied.Dashing forward
he struck home with his sword,there was
a faint gurgle of sound for the man..
then silence,as he slumped to the Ground
The others Stood there,then with a War
cry the others lept forward!Mike Cursed
as he parried the First Blow and
fallowed through with an attack of his
own..A well placed Cut appeared on the
Second man's throat.....

the Third man apon seeing his fellow
thievies Cut down befor he his very EYES
Dropped his CLUB..(after Mike waved his
hands and yelled like a Bafoon)And Ran!

          Continue.....


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By Anonymous
On Tue Jan 19, 1993 12:03 PM

During his battle he had no joice but
to drop the sack....
(While fighting hard and winning)He
never noticed that he had layed the
sack close to the edge of the dock and
during his fight had bumped into the
sack which went plummeting in to the
water,by the time he had won his
battle it was to late the sack had
sunk to the bottom of the river and
with the current that day was no doubt
swept down the river some distance.
When he was finished his battle he
felt satisfied with his work and
decided it was time to move on,He went
down to pick up his sack and in
surprise it was gone.........
    (OH SHITTTTTTTT MY MONEY!!!!!)
and began to cry.....
            CONTINUE.......

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By Ackabon (ID# 22)
On Fri Feb 19, 1993 10:35 PM

   ....meanwhile, at the bottom of the
river, a small bag tumbled and tossed.
A curiosity to the marine life in that
area, the unusual red sack began to
draw a crowd.
   The small fish seemed, to look upon
it as sort of globual stone,
undulating in the waves.  The larger
fish saw it as an easy meal ticket.
   Luckily for the bags occupant, the
smell of the human that had handled,
eventually reached the onlookers.  A
sharp pungent smell of handjob sweat,
is not highly apealling to most fish
species (a good tip to those of you
who like to fish).
   Strong currents carried the bag
down stream to Nuclear Heavy Water
Disposal Outlet (which any public
official will deny the existence of).
There, the bag found it's way onto a
local shore....


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By Anonymous
On Sat Feb 20, 1993  6:47 PM

  .....where there were the strangest
looking weeds growing.

A disgusting sound came from the sac
as the pixie started to come to. "What
the hell happened?? Where am I?" he
kept yelling. It was quiet for awhile
when the pixie started to yell again,
"MIKE!! MIKE!!! Where are you?"

  ...meanwhile down the shore....


continue...


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By Anonymous
On Fri Mar  5, 1993  2:15 PM

 .... Mike looked around furiously for
the sac. He lay down on his belly over
the edge of the dock, and put his
hands into the river searching for the
sac." It has to be here somewhere" he
said to himself. " I must find that 
little pip squeek" he leaned over far
enough to stick his face in and look.
He thought he saw something in the
distance on the bottom of the river.
He stood up and dove into the cold
water. He swam to where he thought he
saw the sac and dived under.

CONTINUE>>>


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By Buster (ID# 9)
On Sat Mar 27, 1993 12:16 PM

 Not knowing that the current was
bringing him down stream he kept
searching. When Mike came up for a
breath of air he noticed a small sack
laying just of the side of the shore.
Mike swam as fast as he could towards
the sack.
  "MIKE is that you!! MIKE!!

Apon reaching that sack Mike could
her the sound of a worried Pixie and
gave the bag a nodge and told the
pixie to be be quiet.
 Feeling releaved and tired Mike
decided to make camp...
 "MIKE let me out please I promise I
won't leave you.I can't breathe in
here".
 Mike figured after all he had done
for the day there would be no way the
little freak would run.
 He slowly opened the sack
when........


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By Brugal (ID# 20)
On Sat Mar 27, 1993  3:13 PM


...Mike tired and weary, opened the
sack and the little pixie jumps
out....
"Mike what happened???I have never had
such a rough ride ever....Where are
we...huh, where are we???"
Mike in a fit of rage grabs the
little gaffer by the neck and shoves
him back into the sack...After resting
for about 10 minutes, his nerves
cooling off, the decides to reopen the
sack..."I'm sorry Mike I never meant
to get you mad at me, please allow me
to make it up to you somehow...I'll do
whatever you want, just don't put me
back in there, I beg you," whimpered
the tiny pixie, his eyes running with
tears.
Watching the little guy, Mike too
felt a tear in the corner of his
eye...
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By Shamus Gregor (ID# 25)
On Sun Mar 28, 1993 12:05 AM

...or was it just apple juice?  Mike
looked up and was startled to see that
someone had just thrown a glass of
apple juice into his face.  He was
even more surprised when he saw who it
was...


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By Buster (ID# 9)
On Sun Mar 28, 1993  2:01 PM

 After a couple of seconds Mike
relized he was only day dreaming, he
was more tired than he thought.

"MIKE why are you crying,tell me
please".
Mike wasn't about to tell the pain in
the neck,which he was begining to like
that he was going to sell him to a
merchant for big money.So he blurted
out that his eyes hurt from the water.
The cuts on his arm where pretty bad
and it hurt to move. But to his
suprise they seemed to be healing a t 
miraculus rate.
"MIKE that should make you feel
better". said the pixie in which just
casted a heal spell on Mike.
Knowing this Mike felt even worse for
chore he was ready to complete.
"Tommorrow I'm going to introduce you
to an old friend.You'll be staying
with him for awhile".
""Why can't I stay with you
Mike?..Tell me why?
 Whiping his eye Mike got up and
through the pixie back into the bag
and went to sleep....


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By Brugal (ID# 20)
On Sun Mar 28, 1993  4:48 PM

Hours past before Mike woke up...the
sun was fading and he knew that he had
to find a safe haven or he'd be
attacked again...so he trudged through
the weeds till he found an old
path...The path was unused for quite
sometime but it was his only choice.
"Mike??? Mike?? Can I come out, I
swear I won't try
anything...PLEASE???" begged the pixie
from within the sack.
Nothing could stop Mike now from
starting to feel bad for what he was
going to do...but he knew if he let
his feelings get in the way, he might
not be able to sell him. Mike swallows
his emotions and decides not to let
him out.
"It's too dangerous to let you out,
it's safer if you stay in
there,"retorts Mike.
The path overidden with weeds almost
like someone was trying to hide it,
travels for miles...The sun was just
dipping below the horizon we the
warrior came upon a small hut...a
light was burning in the window as he
approached...
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By Buster (ID# 9)
On Mon Mar 29, 1993 12:25 PM

 Mike had to sitdown for a minute and
collect his thoughts. Pushing away the
feeling of sorrow.
 This is it he whispered softly to
himself. He got up and went up to the
small door of the hut.

knock,knock knock...."AAHH who is
it"
"It's me Mike",replied Mike
"Do you have the package?"snarled
the old merchant.
"Yea I have it. Now let me in".
The old man opened door rubbing his
hands in excitments."Let me see him,
let me see him".
"Alright Alright".As he opened the
top of the sack and produced the
pixie.
"AAAHHHH  PEEERRRFFEECCT,He'll do
just fine, fine in deed".
"Mike what's going on.Who is this
horrible old man."cried the pixie.
"I'm your worse nightmare my little
friend",Chuckled the old merchant.
Mike walked out the little hut
feeling like he lost his only
friend.Which in sence he did........


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By Brugal (ID# 30)
On Mon Mar 29, 1993  9:05 PM

"Ahhhh, my little friend, you shall
be the catalyst for things of such
proportion that those who have mocked
me, will bow at my feet and beg
forgiveness...If only those cowardly
swine could see me now, the would be
sorrt!!!!!", croaked the decrepid old
man.
"Please, Please....MIKE!!!!MIKE!!!
HELP ME PLEASE....MIKE", cried the
pixie in a voice that pierced into the
heart of the warrior as he walked fro
the hut...Mike was rich but kind of
felt like he had lost something very
personnal.
Mike got about thirty paces from the
hut, hearing the pixie, knew he
couldn't leave him to that old, insane
 madman...just as he turned around, he
felt a wind blow by quite
powerfully...the hut was gone.

               continue


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By Shamus Gregor (ID# 25)
On Tue Mar 30, 1993  1:36 AM

Again Mike was bombarded with the
image of apple juice.  He shook his
head to clear it.  Again the images
invaded his thoughts.  "Apple juice."
thought Mike.  "Jars of juice from the
fridge."  The images continued:  wool
strained over a fence, soup and dry
socks...Mike put a hand to his
forehead, dizzy with the blurr of
thoughts passing through his brain.

The fog in his mind cleared, and he
found himself standing at the corner
of 53rd and Broadway in Manhattan,
just South of Central Park.  The
feeling of displacement was shocking.
Before he could get his bearings, he
was approached by a panhandler asking
for spare change.

"What the hell," thought Mike,
reaching into his pocket for a
quarter.  He looked at the beggar, and
found his face to be oddly familiar...


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By Buster (ID# 9)
On Wed Mar 31, 1993 12:50 PM

 When Mike came to he realized that
the powerful wind had knocked him into
a tree and was knocked out. What a
weird dream he muttered to himself.
"THE OLD MAN"gasped Mike.
 Where in the hell had that hut
disappear to. Quickly Mike remembered
the scared cry of the pixie,,his
friend. Running things through his
mind Mike was trying to figure out who
could find that old man. Deep in
thought he figured someone in town
would be able to help. Then it hit him
the pixies would be able to help.But
would they? After all he was the one
who had went in and captured one of
their comrades.
 They'll help me or kill me.
 Mike took a deep breathe and began
heading towards the land of the
pixies..............


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By Brugal (ID# 20)
On Wed Mar 31, 1993  2:00 PM

The trail, he had followed in to the
hut was now completely clear...Somehow
it had been made to conceal itself,
but with the hut gone Mike could eaily
follow it along.
After a few leagues Mike approaches a
crossroads with direction signs...
Danger-WEST
Ocean-NORTH
Mountains-EAST
City-SOUTH
The city, it was Mikes only hope,
someone there would be able to help
him.
As he was staring at the sign, the
sound of horse comes over the silence
"Hello there, is the road to the city
safe for travellers????I've heard that
bandits were robbing people??" asked
a rather finely dressed person who had
an attitude of being in the high
society.
"No, not to safe for a lone
traveller, but for the use of your
spare horse, I shall ride with you and
guard you from peril..."replied Mike,
knowing full well that the road to the
city had armed patrols looking for
bandits....but he did need the ride.
The two men rode for hours when they
came into a clearing with the voices
of women and children screaming...Mike
out of force of habit leaps of the
horse and attacks the men scaring the
people, without even thinking of his
own personnal safety...The high
society ride stays on his horse but
begins chanting in a weird language...

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By Buster (ID# 9)
On Thu Apr  1, 1993  2:50 PM

 There were only for bandits, Mike
engaged the one bandit who was
striking at a woman and her child.
The sword struck the bandit high in
the shoulder with his sword. Blood
sprayed everywhere and buy the high
pich scream coming from his combatant
Mike knew buddy was a goner.
 Seeing this the other three bandits
circled Mike. Off to the right Mike
saw 5 more bandits appeared out of the
bushes and joined the others.
 Taking a deffensive stance Mike
figured that he had stepped over the
line one too many times.
Warrior or not Mike took to his heels
knocking one of the hairy men over.
 Blood started oozing down Mike's back
as he ran by the second bandit.
 I've been hit Mike said to himself as
his atempt to excape failed. Once
again he was surrounded. Falling to
his knees Mike dropped his sword
falling in and out of consciousness.

  One of the bandits raised is short
sword and was about to bring it down
on Mike.........continue


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By Brugal (ID# 20)
On Thu Apr  1, 1993  4:36 PM

"Hold you foul vermin, stop or I'll
roast you where you stand," commanded
the well dressed man from his horse.
In his hands was a glowing ball og
green flame, it was obvious that he
wasn't bluffiing...
The bandits upon hearing his voice,
turn to defend themselves. The largest
of them, and goliath of a man standing
nearly 6 and a half feet tall and
being almost that wide, stands before
the rest of the villians, he seemed
not to be afraid.
"You think you could hit all of us
with one fireball???We'd be on you so
fast you'll never be able win..."
proclaims the large bandit showing no
fear of the unknown horseman.
Mike having a fairly good
constitution, slowly begins to gain
consciousness. Knowing he was not in
top form now, he was at the mercy of
these criminals. Their attention, the
bandits, was on the big man and the
stranger on horseback who were engaged
in a battle of wits. Mike seizing the
oppurtunity, slowly gains his footing
and moves around the group to where he
wouldn't be in the line of fire should
the horseman start tossing fireballs.
"I tire of this game," ends the
fireballer who releases a wall of fire
so wide and thick, each bandit was
roasted where they stood. Eight
toasted carcasses fall to the ground,
they never knew what hit them.
"Who are you??" asks Mike quite
impressed of the power of this
stranger.
"I'm Zoltan of Eden. You are Mike, a
brave warrior, I know who you are. I
didn't need your protection, I need
you to help me...This is what I
need..."


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By Shamus Gregor (ID# 25)
On Fri Apr  2, 1993  1:32 AM

....a dozen eggs, a loaf of bread and
a carton of milk.

"Plus, I could really use a cup of
coffee.  But the one thing I really
need is some correcting ribbon for my
typewriter."

'Where the hell am I going to find
correcting ribbon at this hour?' Mike
though.  "Very well," he said aloud.
"I accept this quest."  He looked
beyond a grove of trees to the
highway, and hailed a passing cab.

#####Where to, Mac?##### asked the
driver.

"The Seven Eleven, please, it's the
only thing open at this hour," noted
Mike.

With that, the cab sped off into the
night.


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By Buster (ID# 9)
On Sat Apr  3, 1993  2:02 PM

"Mike!!!!!!Mike......Are you
alright?"
 I must of been hit harder than I
thought,Mike whispered to himself as
he shook his head."Yes I'm
fine".Mike slowly mounted his horse
and asked Zoltan about the task he
wanted Mike to do.
"Mike it's like this I studied my
wizardry at the finest magi guild in
Edan. I was the best student but
unfortunatly my strength is my weakest
part about me. One night while
sleeping a worrior much like yourself
came into my room and stole my
spellbook. You see without it I can
only cast limited spell plus if that
book fell into the wrong hands, who
knows what could happen".Zoltan sad
saddly.
"Well what do you want me to do".
Zoltan adjusted himself on his horse
and took a deep breathe"Well I still
believe that this worrior still has my
book and I need you to get it for me"
hit a key
Mike scratched his head"Ok I'll do
but you'll have to do a favour for
me".
"If you get that book back I'll do
anything."Replied Zoltan who sounded
relieved.
They travelled the rest of the way to
Edan in silence chatting once in
awhile about the bird's and the
scenery.
"Just how mean is this worrior?"Mike
blurted out.
This was one question Zoltan wished
Mike hadn't asked."Well he's........

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By Brugal (ID# 20)
On Sat Apr  3, 1993  4:25 PM

"Actually, he's not that bad
unfortunately he is well protected by
his mercenary friends and he's very
trickey himself."
"Okay, who is this man and where
would I find him??" asked Mike knowing
that if he got that spell book, this
wizard migt be able to lead him to
that old man who now has the pixie,
but time is of the essence.
"His name is Balrog, he is leader of
a band of merc who work from Eden, for
any price they will do almost
anything. He is using my book to power
is magical conquests. There is fear he
may try to overpower the local
government in Eden and create his own
empire. He has to be stopped. I7ve
been authorized to pay you anyhing you
desire." explains Zoltan.
Finger a key when ready
"Sure but I require payment in
advance. Then, you have my word, I
shall get your book for you. I have a
pixie friend who was taken from me by
this insane old man...help me get him
back and I'll do whtaever is
necessary." says Mike.
"I can't cast a location spell
without my book, but I know a magician
who lives outside the city who can
help us...come with me." concludes
Zoltan.
The pair ride several leagues when
they approach a cottage with a sign
saying MAGIC FOR SALE.
"Welcome Zoltan, and I see you
brought a friend...how can I help you
today...

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By Buster (ID# 9)
On Sat Apr  3, 1993  6:25 PM
"My comrade here needs to know the
where abouts of a friend, and he was
wondering if you could locate him."
"Well",Saya the wizard"Casting a
location  spell will cost you alot of
money.hhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm..How about 5000
gold?"
 "5000 gold! Thats all the the money
I own."Pleaded Mike.
 "5000 and I'll through in a
protection from magic spell which I'll
give Zoltan. This should protect you
from harms way."
 "Deal",Mike replied still feeling
bad because if he hadn't have sold the
pixie none of this would have
happened.
 The friendly old wizard trudged off
into another room appearing moments
later with a old dirty book."This will
take awhile so sit down and rest
yourselves.
            Hit a key
 After what seemed like hours the old
wizard had told Mike that the pixie
was in a mountain called Retsub. The
wizard also noted that the capter was
a very powerful wizard and to take
care in confronting him.
 "That's along ways away. It'll take
weeks to get there.
 "I know I know. What I'm going to do
for you must stay a secret for I don't
want every one knowing what I'm going
to do for you." With a puzzled look
the old wizard added "You must kill
this wizard.I'm also going to give you
Zoltan some spells which will help you
at no charge."
 "Why do you want this wizard
dead?" said Zoltan.
 "Lets just say if he lives this
world is in terrible trouble."
 After a warm meal the old wizard
casted teleportation on the two guess.
"POOF"

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By Brugal (ID# 20)
On Sat Apr  3, 1993  7:33 PM

POOF
The pair appear it the base of a
mountain with a long path following
the steppes up.
"So, how we going to go about getting
rid of this wizard and getting your
friend out of their...Saya warned me
that this old wizard was once the
number two wizard in all of this
land...but he was to power-hungry...
he wanted to rule the land and take
over the guild...The greatest wizard,
Lagurb, my father, had no choice but
to remove all his powers and cast him
out..since then this wizard whose name
has been banned from discussion
has sworn revenge on the
entire land. Since then, no one knows
what became of him...he must have been
looking for a way to gain revenge.",
explains Zoltan who gives Mike a brief
background on what they are coming up
against.
Feel the turn key

"Can you beat him in battle, or keep
him busy enough that I can slip in and
get my friend out??? Or are we going
to have to find some way to circumvent
this guy...perhaps if we can kill him
before he gets a shot at us we might
stand a chace and then we can also
make some profit as well as getting my
friend out...", asks Mike.
"Well, if we can surprise him then we 
can win...if not then we dieand what
happens to the rest of the land won't
really matter to us will it..."
"No, I guess not, but lets not think
of the bad things...and finish this
job.", says Mike
The pair start following the path
along...when they come across a sign.
    This is your last chance
     to turn around
     Otherwise I'm going
      to burn you to the ground!
Stroke the turn keyDoes it feel
good???Do it again
"Not very poetic is he!!But hey
not everyone can be good with words",
snickers Mike as they start up the
path knowing now there was no turning
back...

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By Shamus Gregor (ID# 25)
On Sun Apr  4, 1993  1:35 AM

"Well, let's do it," said Mike,
moving forward recklessly. In his
haste, he walked straight into a tree,
striking his head on one of the lower
branches.  Blackness swam towards him
"No turning back," thought Mike.
"Turning back--thirty mack."

"That'll be $17.30, Mac," said the cab
driver, "this is your last chance to
pay your fare or I'm gonna burn you to
the ground." The driver gave him a
menacing look.

"Sorry," Mike apologized.  "I think I
lost consciousness."

"That's a nasty head wound, there.
What did you do, walk into a tree?"
snickered the cabbie.

(Press a key)

"Uh, something like that." Mike
replied, coughing slightly.

"Still, you should get that looked
at."

"Thanks, I will."  Mike pulled a crisp
twenty from his wallet.  "Here, keep
the changes."

"Thankyou, sir, and a good night to
you."

Mike left the cab and walked toward
the Seven-Eleven, pausing slightly at
the entrance to straighten his tie.
He entered and looked around the dusty
interior of the store.  A monstrously
overweight Orc sat behind the counter,
picking his teeth with a long dagger.

"Can I help you?" he growled, with a
menacing look in his eyes.

(Press a key)

'What's with the menacing looks?'
wondered Mike.  'That's twice in five
minutes.'  He swallowed nervously.
"I'm, ahh...looking for typewriter
correcting ribbon?"  Mike said
timidly.

"Oh, a wise guy, eh?" grumbled the
Orc, rising from his stool.  "What
does this look like--bloody Business
Depot? Get out, or I'll use this
dagger for more than picking my
teeth!"  The Orc threw a large jar of
Spanish Olives at Mike, smashing it on
the wall just next to Mike's head.

Mike ran from the store and out onto
Dundas Street.

"I need a vacation," sighed Mike.  He
spied the Sheraton Armories hotel down
the road.  "I need some sleep."

(Press a key)

He mounted his horse, which was
conveniently tied to a lamppost at the
corner of Dundas and Wellington, and
headed for the hotel.


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By Shamus Gregor (ID# 25)
On Sun Apr  4, 1993  1:39 AM

He rode up in front of the hotel.

"Valet parking, sir? asked a voice.

"Sure, thanks," said Mike, handing the
keys to his horse to the valet.  "Give
her an apple for me, would you?"

"Of course, sir."  The valet rode the
horse off to the garage.

Mike walked into the lobby, towards 
the front desk.  "Goodevening, sir,"
said an elf in haughty tones, "and how
may I be of assisstance this evening?"