| From: | "Shawn P. Williams" <sw2z+@******.CMU.EDU> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | speaking in tongues |
| Date: | Sat, 10 Jul 1993 19:38:00 -0400 |
you), I have changed our encryption. Thanks for the tip on the Tongues
spell. As it happens, my chummer Eyestalk has already secured an expert
system that speaks the draco's lingo; it's just that the lad's not
tellin' us drek.
I'm sure that Doomsday appreciates you saving him the trouble of
transferring monies from his account to yours, but just between you and
me, our boy Doomsday is a mean-assed troll-type of warlike disposition.
I'm really not certain how he will respond to such unwitting withdrawls
(just a friendly work of advice, yes?).]<<<<<
-- Flittermouse <16:19:118/07-09-54>
***** Encrypt: ##DRAGONCHILD##
>>>>>[Well, well chummeros, I've got another story for y'all, but first,
just to clear things up...
Doomsday my large and sturdy friend, we got an expert system that speaks
Portugese even before we got the boy. It's just that he won't tell us
anything more than what he'd like to eat next (personally, I think he's
afraid of something and chummer, it ain't us!) I sent Eyestalk to get
the transcripts of what the wizworm said that night (not long after he
escaped from the Preserve) at the Casa el Diablo. So, when Eyestalk
found the linguist, he found that he was dead and the transcript was
missing.
So, here's my tale. I hit the streets and tried to find out if there
were any HMHVV-types that were actively running the shadows (I figured
that there would be damned few as they're not really welcome even in the
shadow crowd). Anyway, I pulled a big ZIPPO. No one knew a fraggin'
thing (or least ways, no one's talkin'. But, I kept after it. So, a
few hours later, I find myself buying drinks at Dingo's down on the
wharfs. Then this pale-faced drek comes in and taps me on the shoulder.
I turn around and he suckers me right in the gut. I double over and he
hustles me out the door. He really didn't hurt me as much as I let him
believe, but I needed to buy myself some time. So, he throws me through
the door and I hit the wall in the alley out side (I must of cut my head
when I hit). At the first sight of blood, he goes psycho and starts
hissing and baring his fangs. I make like I'm goin' for my pistol and
then catch him across the torso with my monofilament line. At first he
just stood there, and then the dimboy realizes that the odd sensation
that he's feelin' is a consequence of his insides falling out. I pulled
the line free for a second cast, but he went mist form right then (I'll
tell you, chums, that's an eerie, fragging thing to behold) and I find
myself squared off against a brick wall. So I went home (end of story).
So, then my sweets, looks like we're making someboy itch.
Anyway, I like the kid, and I vote that we see this through (after all
we're in it already and I cannot believe that the bad guys WON'T hold a
grudge). That's my two nuyen! Buzz for now!]<<<<<
-- Flittermouse <16:44:128/07-09-54>
