From:	Geoffrey Gerrietts <Siothrun@***.COM>
Subject:	Carbondale Nightlife
Date:	Sun, 18 Dec 1994 05:41:29 -0500

>>>>>[Good evening, one and all! The city seems to be pulsing beneath the
datawebs this eve, does it not? It is looking as if the student population is
slowly beginning to disintegrate into their respective origins, and as this
occurs, the nights quiet down and the locals get braver. Ooh, such the hotbed
these days, too, this puny town.

I spent the most of yesterday trying to trace those boys in the van. The
oozings of our prisoner's grey matter have proven useful in identifying the
key players here in town. Anyone interested should spend a few hours in the
Cellar, a small tavern beneath the oldest railroad depot. Biz doesn't exactly
walk up to you, but you can feel its tenor in the subtle shiftings of the
din.

Eve of last, I went wandering with my friend Kim. We were bored, and
discovered that there were several places in Carbondale that goblin races
were not welcomed with open arms. Kim had a vidcam that he rented for the
day, since so many funny pictures have been coming over the net these days,
he wanted to take a few, also. But I'll let him tell that story.]<<<<<
-- Jolly Roger (04:12:56 / 12-18-55)