| From: | "J.D. Falk" <jdfalk@***.GWU.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Sprawl: STUFF |
| Date: | Wed, 5 Jan 1994 00:12:53 -0500 |
STUFF
F-01
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In the aftermath of the global upheaval caused by Microsoft going
out of business in the early 2020's, one warehouse filled with Windows
software was forgotten. It wasn't emptied, or sold. In fact, legally, it
still belongs to the Bill Gates estate. (Ironically, the warehouse has no
windows.)
But in actuality, its been turned into a bar cum dance hall cum
gang hang-out, called Stuff. Its popularity has come and gone in the
twenty or thirty years its been in operation, but its always there.
The bar (made up of old IBM terminals welded together) is tended
by a bitter elf, who still hates the fact that he goblinized. His name
forgotten with the Awakening, his identity is now linked forever with the
bar -- people know him only as Stuff, or Stuff's bartender.
Newcomers to the place are simply told to "stuff it" until they
become more recognized -- the only way to become a regular is to roll with
the punches, ignore the insults, and -- most of all -- stay alive until
the other regulars recognize you.
There are no rules except that you pay for your drinks, accost the
regulars, and never, _ever_ say _anything_ good about old Microsoft
products. Nothing.
And don't mention Vulcans to the bartender.
