From - Wed Jan 28 14:49:07 1998 Return-Path: quinn@bga.com Received: from mail1.realtime.net (mail1.realtime.net [205.238.128.217]) by eniac.vv.com (8.8.3/8.7.1) with SMTP id OAA24864 for ; Wed, 28 Jan 1998 14:39:42 -0500 (EST) Received: (qmail 27330 invoked from network); 28 Jan 1998 19:38:45 -0000 Received: from zoom.realtime.net (HELO zoom.bga.com) (root@205.238.128.40) by mail1.realtime.net with SMTP; 28 Jan 1998 19:38:45 -0000 Received: from casper.bga.com (casper.realtime.com [205.238.128.161]) by zoom.bga.com (8.6.12/8.6.12) with SMTP id NAA29852 for ; Wed, 28 Jan 1998 13:38:41 -0600 Message-Id: <199801281938.NAA29852@zoom.bga.com> Date: Wed, 28 Jan 1998 13:38:06 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@netsville.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 343 - 348 from *storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) X-UIDL: 7a6642e970eea3000f6e96f4e0ac6f6e Status: RO X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 Message 343 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Dec 24 00:19:12 1997 EST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *storylines (#5236) Wanted: Newcomers to the wheel for gladiator fights.. To the death! 500 crystals to the winners. send me mail for info -------------------------- Message 344 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Dec 27 13:35:56 1997 EST From: Ybrielle (#4778) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Wake up... It's Christmas Morn. Ybrielle walked into the Lounge of the R/T and immediatly gasped at the horrid sight before her very eyes. A six foot cross of cast iron rose out of the ground, the remains of some poor girl nailed to it, grossly decaying now. The stentch made her pull her collar up over her mouth to try and filter the air. Shaking her head, she ran out to find help in pulling the horrid thing down again. -------------------------- Message 345 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Dec 28 01:13:41 1997 EST From: Meoni (#9687) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: The next post may be Rated R. So, for those who prefer rated G or PG or PG 13, skip the next post. -------------------------- Message 346 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Dec 28 01:21:09 1997 EST From: Meoni (#9687) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Haunt my House of Pain. Meoni stretched in the morning sunlight as it dapple across her naked flesh through the tent flaps. A hot wasteland breeze wound through, making her even more drowsy and lazy. She finally opened her eyes and smiled at the body beside her. She touched his face and chuckled at the look of terror still frozen on his features at the time of his death. How ugly he was in death, just as ugly as he had been in life, a fat, wealthy man thinking he could buy himself the love of a young nubile woman. All her masters had been like this man. And most met his fate, though none quite as blatantly as this. Before leaving, she rolled over onto her side and kissed his cold, dead lips. Her golden laughter echoed as she crossed the wasteland, leaving the tent, its dead remains, and the poison vials behind. -------------------------- Message 347 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Dec 28 14:22:54 1997 EST From: Jared (#20547) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Pennance Jared sat alone on the large wrought iron bed, the small wicker box resting near her naked legs. She looked around the quiet room, feeling it shrink in on her with each passing moment. Why had she accepted so easily her fate? Locked away again in this room, the door reattached and bolted from the outside. *keeping me safe* she thought, trying to cover the panic thoughts of dying, suffocating in this tiny room that was closing in on her. The sheer lace covering the huge open windows billowed into the room. Curling and wrapping around the thick bars welded to the frames. Jared swallowed, turning her head to look at the dark burgandy stain on the carpet. Blood soaked and dried. Someone..her husband.. had tried to clean it, tried to scrub her life blood away. The wall behind the tub, once painted with her blood was once again warm panelling. She curled her fingers around the box, raising it up to eye level, studying the small hieroglyphics etched into the small reeds. *And yet he forgave me* she thought, *I would again trade my life for that* Dropping the box back onto the bed, she glanced towards the door, closer now, the walls too..by perhaps a foot, she was sure. Sweet saliva built in her mouth as she scrambled off the bed and went to the door, pounding on it with her small fist. "Let me out!" she cried to the empty house, hot tears streaming down her face. -------------------------- Message 348 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Dec 28 22:08:35 1997 EST From: Styx (#1610) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: End of year closeout sale! Fliers are found and handed out all over. End of year closeout sale. Bring your wagons kids, this is gonna be a big one! When? Jan 2nd (Rl Date) Time? 12am EST Where? Wasteland (co-ordinates 30,30) Bring your crystals and your trades. Sydney --------------------------