From owsf2000@eudoramail.comSat Nov 18 22:36:13 2000 Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2000 01:46:52 -0000 From: owsf2000@eudoramail.com To: diont@cs.mun.ca Subject: Fwd: [OW!] Why Directions Are a Good Thing. [The following text is in the "ISO-8859-1" character set] [Your display is set for the "US-ASCII" character set] [Some characters may be displayed incorrectly] --- In otakuwars@egroups.com, "Dion Torraville" wrote: P:OW! ARGH! Got me! *falls dead* Korb wrote: > The ventilation system did a fine job of dispersing the smoke in > Korb's quarters. Now to the casual observer, one might think that > Korb was just asleep, and that the explosion had done nothing to > him. Technically, that was correct. However upon closer inspection, > one would find a small crack on the casing of his respawn device. > Considering how much crap that little device had been through, it > wasn't all too surprising that it would get a little crack on it > at some point. Unfortunately, the device's WG said it was > indestructible. Uh oh. > Yes, Korb was still alive. About as alive as a cucumber. > The connections to the brain pattern holder in the device had > been damaged in the explosion, so Korb's mind was literally > trapped within the object. All that remained was the soulless > husk that appeared to be sleeping on his bed, in his quarters, > waiting to be discovered. "And so it was, the end of Korb as we know it came to pass." NC-Janitor exclaimed in a snooty voice with a microphone in one hand. "What wonders will he experience in the world that is his mind, we can only speculate..." The NC one looked around innocently before continuing. "OR, we can just plug his mind into our little CamCorder here and see for ourselves." >_> Korb sat at a kitchen table that existed only in his mind staring intently at a cucumber, wondering several things. Perhaps it was a symbol, he was thinking. He was also thinking why he was in the kitchen when he didn't feel hungry, and why he didn't recognize the kitchen but felt like it was home. "Hms... perhaps the cucumber is telling me that I'm dreaming." Korb pondered outloud, even as NC-Janitor snickered from Korb's chambers. "|)u|)3!" A voice from the cucumber exclaimed, "G3t 4 (1u3, 1'|\/| t311ing y0u t0 g0 ****1ng |\|utz 4|\|d ki11 t|-|3|\/| 411!! "AAAHH!" Korb shouted in surprise, dropping the cucumber to the ground in shock, "What kind of cucumber would tell me to kill my friends!!" "What kind of otaku would listen to a LEETSPEEKing cucumber?" The cucumber countered. "Not me!" Korb snarled. "Ok... let me rephrase it then... DOOD GET FUXXIN CLEW EYEM TEELLIN U 2 GO FUXXIN NUTZ AND KILL THEIR CLITSAQJEWZGIFPAST EAOLSHITZ!" Korb's eyes glazed over as he picked up a rocket launcher that appeared on the table. "Yes... AOLSPEEKing Cucumber..." NC-Janitor blinked at the camcorder as it displayed the internal thoughts of the minakochanian. He was just about to comment on the situation when his beeper went off. "Gadzooks!" He exclaimed as he read the message left for him on his cordless, "I'm in the wrong thread!!!" In a swirl of hamburgers, he was gone... Kevin Wrote: > As for the randomly generated computer chip, he went on a road > trip to Mexico after being removed from Trium by unknown means. > But that's another story. "Dammit, crapped out again." The GCC muttered as the dice turned up snake eyes. "How much did you wager this time?" NC-Janitor asked the little chip as he leaned on the table. "Trium's old spy satelite." GCC replied, "Nothing too big, especially when you consider it doesn't exist." The NC One nodded sagely. "So when are you heading south to Mexico? You can't stay here in The Vegas That Time Forgot forever you know..." "Eh." The chip shugged as he lit a cigarette, "I've been waiting for the train schedule for the real world, but it seems like most only come to Otaku World." "So yer trapped eh chippy me lad?" "Seems like it." GCC nodded sadly, "And if that wasn't bad enough, I keep getting made fun of by the otaku here. It's getting to the point where you can't no respect unless you're cybernetically attached to some bloke's head." "Ah don't worry, perhaps someday someone will treat you more like an equal as opposed to just a-" NC-Janitor's beeper went off again. "Just a second." "Oh fiddlesticks! Wrong thread again!" "ACK!" Chippy shouted as NC-Janitor installed him into his cellphone and vanished in a swirl of chocolate chip pancakes. Kevin Wrote:> So in the end, the part of Trium's post that said SJ released > him to go play with Insanity was true. She did just that. In the > end, the part of SJ's post where she released Trium by ignoring > him was kept true, and he faded away from the scene rather than > leaving by any conventional means. And yes, he did make it to > the current location of Dr. Insanity, a local psychologist in > Otaku City. "Am I in the right thread now?" NC-Janitor asked. "Of course. You've been with me all the while." SJ replied. Whew! This was getting annoying! "Did you say something?" SJ asked. "Nope. The writer did." SJ blinked at the weirdo. The Weirdo blinked back at SJ. "Did you find the Computer Core?" SJ finally asked. "Yep. All 20 pieces of it. Someone set off the security systems. Only managed to get a few blueprints before it went offline." The NC One replied. "Things we need?" "Things for later plans and the like yep." NCJ nodded, "I've transported them to the Arty-P already for safe keeping." "So what should we do now?" "I'd say we should find our allies and make haste to Arty's Casino. This place just isn't as fun as I thought it would be." Kobanal Wrote: > "Hello?" Kobanal meekly called, "Is anyone out there?" > > No answer. > > "I'm still down here, and it's dark and I'm very, VERY lost!" > > Still no answer. > > "I think the last drone punctured my lung, I can feel it > filling up with vital fluids, which isn't good." > > "Hello...?" "Hello." A voice exclaimed from behind him. "Lost again?" Kobanal jumped as he turned in the darkness. He found it difficult to see, but he managed to make out some brown coveralls, a black baseball cap, and a plain but spiffy looking straw broom. "NC-Janitor!" The mutt shouted in relief, "Do you know the way out of here? This base is driving me nuts!!" "Yes. The way out requires a body bag, Intruder!!" "What?!" The eyes on the Janitor lit up with a bright yellow light, "Intruder's location verified. All Janitor drones initiate back up power and attack." "Jeezz..." The makochanian sweatdropped as pairs of lights sprung up all around in the darkness. "Here we go again..." TBC Getting rudely kicked from the computer. :P -- Tuxedo Dionysus Join 18 million Eudora users by signing up for a free Eudora Web-Mail account at http://www.eudoramail.com --- End forwarded message ---