| From: | Mike Goldberg <michael.goldberg@*******.COM> |
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| Subject: | croak! cROaK! CroAk! (Part 2) |
| Date: | Mon, 14 Apr 1997 19:44:20 MST |
>>>>>[ I'm not really sure why I'm doing this. I guess because Geiger and
Famine are talking magical junk, and that stuff bores me. Geiger didn't
really want to talk about what he and the Legion were discussing. Perhaps
because the room is tapped. Perhaps because of Famine's past. Perhaps
because he was in a foul mood. With Geiger it could have been none of the
above.
Anyway, I gave plenty of thought to what Midnight said. A log. A book. A
journal. Hell, its been one hell of a journey, so what the hell? Might as
well.
How to begin? Going back to when I hooked up with Geiger would take plenty
of time, but would be absolutely futile as it wouldn't shed any light on my
current mess of kicking boy. Going back to London would only confound the
picture and show the true depth of Midnight and what was once Blitzkrieg's
desperation of getting out of the net. Now the net has caught Midnight
with us in it. Heading toward that great death that awaits us all.
Maybe I should stop talking about death. He might hear and not like it.
Fragging Juggernaut-drek!
Sigh.
Wish I wasn't nearly so bored so I would have something better to think
about.] <<<<<
-- Croaker <02:48:24/04-15-58>
