From:	What ? <MCM@***.BRIGHTON.AC.UK>
Subject:	Time to kick Bottem !
Date:	Thu, 26 Aug 1993 09:17:00 BST

>>>>>[Bliz if your out there Mate, Shout. We're gettin' a bleedin' good
kickin'
from all over the bleedin' place.

Last night, when I in that bar an' those Mercs when at it wiv' me, I really
thought I was buggered. Until a stray shot shattered this keg on the bar.
The locals went Ape, an' most of 'em were runners types wiv some pretty serious
firepower. Anyway, they boxed the mercs an' went back to their drinks. Blimey !

Took some lead in the shoulder. Gawk and this girl, who turns out to be a rigger
nearly ran me over in 'er Audi thingy. Well they patched me up and we arrive at
The Wall. Some time passes, we 'aving this really bloody, expensive meal when
Phoenix staggers in.Looks like someone's bein' beatin' 'im wiv' a damn big stick
Wouldn't say a word about what 'appened, although, I 'eared 'im mutterin'
about "some damn big trogs" and several other things which I can't repeat or
spell.

Latter, we all bundled 'orf to a local fixer to pick up new gear, 'e was givin'
us this bleedin' odd looks but bein' a fixer 'e took our money. We was just
settin' up camp in this lovely warehouse the fixer sold us, when all 'ell
broke loose. These orks and Trolls just appeared from nowhere. The big Stan, wiv
this green shash start shoutin' at Phoenix and gesturin' to 'ave a Troll to
Dwarf fight (I think). The term "Sod this for a Game of Soldiers" came to mind
when Gawk opened up wiv this new Automatic 'e'd bought. I 'anded 'em a couple
of grenades while Phoenix and Stan went at it 'ammer and tongs. By mutual
agreement Gawk an' me Elvis that Stan, leavin a screamin' Phoenix. It must have
offended his 'onour - well bollocks to that matey.

We're in serious drek 'ere, someone's done some might bloody stirin' to 'ave
us boxed. Phoenix won't leave with out ya Blitz or at least 'earin' from ya.
The local scum after our blood in a big, bad way Term.]<<<<<
-WHAT(9:14:23/26-08-54)