Ye Olde Chaotic Trickster hath Spake:

Rob: Hey, what am I doing here?
Kergma: Looks like being a .sig character.
Rob: and you are?
Kergma: My .sig - I can put myself in here.
Rob: ...

(Sensing a nasty trend here, Mike quickly brings up the Pattern...)

Ghostwheel: Smart move

Kergma summons the Logrus... maybe its time to deal with certain
.sigs/authors/convulsive spammers....

Oh Robma.... ;)

                                 ~~~~
               The Chaotic Trickster - kergma@sv.net.au

Jurt: This guy is going to be fried by both the Pattern AND the Logrus?
     Now thats something to be proud of.
Brand: Yeah - It took me a bit to work up to that level.
Corwin: You're dead.
Brand: .....shhh....

(A campsite out in shadow. Mike and the Institut Rats are sitting around 
a campfire.)

Seamus: Yer gonna have ta teach us that hellridin' thingie one 'o these days.

Mike: There a guy named Oberon in your family tree?

Seamus: Nope.

Mike: Sorry. At least we lost it. 

Giles: (looks around uneasily) Oi dunno....Oi think it's still after us.

Mike: Look, we're not even in the same reality as it. Trust me, there's 
no way it could find us.

Seamus: Right. Where we goin' anyway?

Mike: The Keep of the Four Worlds, with a stop at the Courts.

Shlup.

(An oblong object, somewhat like a trunk on legs, wanders in.)

Everyone: RUN FOR IT!!!!!!

(They do. The box follows....)

-Mike of No Particular Title or Handle

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