| From: | Stefan Hahn <HAHN@***.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Suffering from rosary burns, our heroes... |
| Date: | Thu, 23 Sep 1993 20:22:28 -0700 |
Skimming away across rooftops, and that strange shimmering that indicates that
Blindside is straining with the cloaking spell again:
"We've got to set it down, mon! Reggie, he can't hold this for much longer!"
(Through gritted teeth) "Don't. Call. Me. Reggie."
Then the earth falls away, and gradually smooths out as patches of greenery
appear. The flip side of the adrenaline rush starts to hit, and you realize
just how tightly you're gripping those armrests...
"ARHHH!"
"Reg!"
"Watch it, we're Vizzed again!"
"Reg! Dammmit, wake up! Ralph, do something!"
BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP
"Uh..."
"We gotta slight problemo, folks. Fasten yer seat belts!"
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
And the blur beneath you comes screeching to a halt, tilts up, and rushes
headlong for you. A pair of crossed streets, centered in your vision like a
rapidly widening crosshairs; You catch a glimpse of a corner greengrocers'
window shattering as the world once again tilts upright, followed shortly by
your lunch.
The world blossoms into fire as a pair of missiles slam into the cobblestones a
few meters behind you, shrapnel blasting buildings and pedestrians into slag.
Supersonic speeds at seven meters and no margin for error.
Maybe you shouldn't be watching this... ]<<<<<
