On Wed, 14 Aug 1996, Trisha Lynn Sebastian wrote:

The acolyte entered the clearing of the zoo.

A large dusty table filled the space, scarred and dirty, 
moldering food overflowing with buzzing insects.  A single deck
of cards lay on the table, next to a glowing ornate box.  
All the inhabitants of the pen had vanished some time ago.

This is where it began.  The call.  Sent out all over
the airwaves.  Few could resist its challenge.

And now it was no more.

A faint thread of music resounded around the pen, echoing almost 
mournfully off the walls, the table, invoking memories of the party that 
was, that could still be.  In a sorrowful duet the wind arose in a gentle 
breeze, ruffling the cards, the insects rising in a drone of despair.

But wait!  There is yet life here.  Oh hang on, its just the food 
evolving... or is it.

The acolyte moved on.

Welcome Back TaskMistress.

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