On Sun, 26 Mar 2000, Jason Liao wrote:
On Fri, 24 Mar 2000, Rhea Seraph wrote:
Saving the Dead
part 3 of 3
The Man Who Sold The World
...for fifty martian leaves, so that he could present it to his project
the next day.
Heh.
Several servants clad in the king's black and silver
livery came in, and began to lay out the dishes to be eaten,
including a great slab of roast beef, a bowl of baked
potatoes, another bowl of steamed mixed vegetables, a plate
of rolls, a congerie of rice balls, and many other food
items.
You know, being at a school that forces one to be on the meal plan doesn't
make reading such paragraphs fun. I'm rather hungry now.
I know da feeling.
Cassilda said, "By holding their dreamselves, he can
avail himself of their power, and of the power of the worlds
whose dreams and waking he has brought under his sway. That
is the source of his might.
Wait. So, he has the power to pull his arms off, and put them back on?
Eh?
"Touji!" shouted Asuka excitedly, the object of a long quest by thousands
so close at hand making her forget the gravity of the situation, for a
brief moment. "I saw it all! You're the King! Sing Jailhouse Rock for
me!"
Iya.
"I. Am. Something or another...his name? Please.
Free. Me. I. Can. Assist. You."
Does he ever?
No, I goofed up here and forgot to have him do anything. Must fix.
Perhaps he shall learn the truth of an old adage."
"What old adage?" Asuka asked.
"Do not call up what you cannot put down."
Who is 'he'?
da Big N boy.
"I know," Touji said, feeling another twinge of
strangeness, half expecting the Lurker at the Threshold to
erupt from his flagon of mead.
But if he's everywhere, isn't he *in* the mead?
Yep.
John Biles
Emperor of all He Surveys
http://www.tass.org/~rhea/falcon.html
"How embarrassing must that be for the Kree when they try to explain their
government: "Yes, we worship a giant green head in a tank."
--Reed Richards in a FF parody on psycomic.com