From diont@cs.mun.caSat Nov 18 21:13:32 2000
Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 16:36:13 -0330
From: Dion Torraville <diont@cs.mun.ca>
Bcc: otakuwars@onelist.com
Newsgroups: alt.fan.sailor-moon
Subject: Re: [OW] What a girl won't do for Sailor Moon Tapes


(Don't mind the weird formatting on the quoted text.)
On Fri, 25 Feb 2000, Starla3680 wrote:
> "Sorry, wasn't expecting you," Amara picked her up and
> carefully dusted her off with her shirt.  "Better?"
> 
> "Yes, thank you.  Now let's get moving."
> 
> No longer caring how weird this all was, Amara did as she
> was told and went west, wondering what she'd find out there…
> if anything at all.

	
	Fortunately, or unfortunately, something was out there.  After
walking a few kilometers east due to a faulty compass, Amara came upon a
withering old man sitting in a wheelchair.  This Crusty old Bugger was
wielding his walking stick menacingly.

	"YOU CAN'T HAVE MY SAILOR VENUS TRADING CARDS!!!" He shouted at
her as she approached.

	"Uh.. Sorry sir, but I don't wan-"

	"YOU CAN'T!!  YOU'LL HAVE TO GOUGE OUT ME EYES AND SPLINTER MY
BONES BEFORE I'LL LET YOU!!!" he ranted on, swiping at her with his cane.

	"But..but..."

	"NO BUTS!" He shouted, smacking her on the head with a *bap*. 

	"I just want to pass..." she tried to continue, "I'm new here and
don't want to make enemies -this- quickly..."

	She tried to walk around the grumpy old man, but he wheeled his
ass around to block her path again. "YOU CAN'T HAVE'EM!"

	She facefaulted, "I don't WANT them!"

	The oldman raised an eyebrow, "You don't?"

	"No!"

	"Damn youngin's these days.  No respect for fine Sailor Venus
Trading Cards." The bugger started up, "Why in MYYYY day, a kid would KILL
for these things.  And not just any simple beating either.  We'd design
complex machines would suck people in one side and spit their corpses out
the other leaving the cards intact."

	Amara sweatdropped, "Yeah well... people are smarter these
days..."

	The man gasped, "Are you implying that I'm stupid?!"

	"That was the general idea..."

	"Ohohoh.  Who's the one who unwittingly joined OW! eh?" He jabbed
her with his cane, "Who's the one who foolishly wrote a good introductory
post? EH?  Now you're trapped with the rest of us.  AH HAAHAHAHAHA!"
	
	Amara began to feel like she had been tricked into someone else's
post with a seemingly innocent conversation.  But could she trust this
strange old fart?  She lookd over to where he was grinning toothlessly.

	"What's your name?" She raised an eyebrow suspectiously.

	"Most people call me Grandpa of the Minpire." Grandpa introduced
himself, "I'm just standing in for the author's main character until the
oav is finished.  I'm suppose to be dead btw.  Name's Grandpa... Grandpa
Hera."



TBC?



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