From:	MVS104@*****.BITNET
Subject:	Morrison hmms thoughtfully.
Date:	Sat, 10 Apr 93 01:25:00 EDT

>>>>>[Don't worry about my memories, Harlequin. I have come to terms with
those. It may have something to do with my not being so nice to people
anymore, but oh well, I was never made for that purpose anyway. It just
took some thinking for awhile to get over that last part. I hope my
friendly neighborhood ancient vampires haven't any other memories to
dredge up, though. I suppose I'm not alone in being used for the corps'
insane pipe-dreams. I can't consider the company good, however; I'd
rather no one had to go through such horrors. As for the drek-brain,
I guess you're right. I won't go hunting for him, at least. Not yet,
anyway. After all, you can probably tell I feel the thirst much more
than most vampires these days...]<<<<<
-Morrison<Blood/is life>

>>>>>[Alright already, where did you hear that little slogan? And why
start messing with your stamp?]<<<<<
-Ariel<He's just/a little loopy>

>>>>>[Oh, I just heard it somewhere. Perhaps our friends in the vampire
group. They are fond of the old legends, which we seem to fit better
than most, after all. And why leave a stamp? Time holds less meaning for
us, didn't you know, dear?]<<<<<
-Morrison<Blood/is life>

>>>>>[You may like those acidic comments, but my acid bomb works fine for
that too. Keep pushing it, drek-brain...]<<<<<
-Ariel<'Dear' is gonna be/dearly departed!>