This jumped into my head when you wrote this.


On Fri, 7 May 1999, David Johnston wrote:

Means little.  The Old Ones are not exactly a united confederation of
nastiness.  In fact they can act just like Sailor Moon villains, always 
feuding with each other.  

 The girl staggerd and fell in the snow exposing the building beneath.
 Her knees were bloodied and raw already and the contact with the cold
stone was like a sledghammer.
 Somehow she rose and stumbled onward.
 Usagi sighed. 
 It was all to hard, it would never work.
Her tears had stopped long ago and she was glad of that at least.
 The icy cold had caused them to freeze painfully and hurt her eyes.

 They were dead, all of them. She had seen some swallowed up by the 
Madness and simply felt the loss of the others.

 She wished she could look down but she was forced to look onward.
 She had found that when she looked down she could sometimes make out 
what looked like some sort of writing on the black basalt.
 -Except that writing didn't move by itself or whisper things in your
brain.
  Mercury would have know how to read it - And probably could hve without
going mad - but she was dead.

 She knew hat she was doing would kill her to but at least it might mean
something. 
 She firmed her grip onm the stalf on which was mounted the stone. 
 -the crystal that looked like a broken star.
 And walked into the city which itself Defined Madness...


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     Nene naked?                                    Ami naked?
                             where?
             
  Would it be wrong to make soup from the Senshi or the Sabers underwear?
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               Robyn, Duke of Amber. Agent of Chaos.  
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