Bat Cave>
endless bastard
Torch> What perceptions are those?
uncle herb
Do you have a version in Word for Windows 6.0?
chester cheetah
Saint Bob, I'll just file-atachit, that's all I can really do. It'll come through the mail same as if UUencoded... or better yet, just get it fromDoom, it's not greatly changed.
Corpus Delectable
Topic drift.....lets get back to vampy things sometime, ok? :[
chester cheetah
Saint Bob and Doom, various versions are even now sitting on your internet accounts. Both can be pulled into any version of Word4Windows, use the import function.
Corpus: That wasa vampy stuff. Probably doesn't get more vampy than _In Darkness' District_.
chester cheetah
Oh, and Doom, how is Marilyn? Hell, how is anybody?
I am still not dead yet. For what it's worth.
Corpus Delectable
No problem....I'm not mad or anything....just wanted more vamp stuff. :) hehehe....I'll have to reads the rest of your story sometime, I've been busy & haven't even read my own board in a few days...
Corpus Delectable
Chester: Good luck on all your writings! keep up the good work....
Torch Song
(worth a lot, actually...)
Lady Non Sequitur
Xeno? calling Xeno? If y ou're around, I don't suppose you have any more Fox Tales on your hard drive? ... I liked them so much I even threw in two of the characters as NPCs in my RPG...
uncle herb
Chester: Thanks, dh00d.
PS: She's fine. Though as far as I can tell, in her four years in DC, she's turned into as solitary person as I have. Haven't known her to have a real boyfriend in all that time, just like I haven't had anyone serious in my life. Hmmm... maybe I should look her up and see if we can find a way through each other's shells...
chester cheetah
fer what it's worht, fer what it's worth, blah blah.
and whatever significance anything I may have ever said may have ever had, it's all dated and doubtles to be considered only the ravings of a deranged mind, of a person living in their own private Idaho.
Bookworm
Ravings of a deranged mind CC? I think that could describe all of us at least part of the time. Me all of the time.
megamol
in your own private IDAHO????? why idaho???
JayDee
arg...
Corpus Delectable
I have a friend who recently moved to DC...I worry about him sometimes
chester cheetah
uncle herb, I highly recommend it. Few people get along better than those habitual loners who choose to have other habitual loners in their lives. It's not as if either will be annoyed by the other's tendency to hang out too much and get too close.
Marilyn seemed to me to be fairly thoughtful and not, um, reflexive.
JayDee
sometimes works for me, cc
even when there were three
ZooKeeper
some of the most enjoyable times of my life have been soent just sitting in a room with another person there, listneing to music, watching the bbs, not talking, not doing anything of significance, just being there. nice.
Saint Bob
Corpus - where in DC?
JayDee
yep...
I don't particularly like having to put on a show
being forced isn't cool, no matter what it is...
and I have known a few people that like what you describe, ZooKeeper
very few, unfortunately
uncle herb
Zoo, that sounds perfect, but throw in the occasional four-hour sexual romp or a trip to the video store.
WHITE RAVEN
Chester: call me.....
ZooKeeper
JayDee -- I like being with people, sometimes.
I like being with me sometimes too.
It's really nice, and very rare, to find someone with whom you can do both.
really nice.
JayDee
really nice
and too damm rare... <sigh>
Corpus Delectable
Some of the best times in my life have been whern my love & I were walking together, not saying much, on a nearly desserted beach or just sitting by a campire & holding each other while watching the lightning bugs & giggling....it's the little things that make life worth living......
Counselor
I want to add my support to the question asked earlier...Xeno, do you have any more of those Fox Tales? Or, any other stories, for that matter? :)
ZooKeeper
Corpus -- yes!
Corpus Delectable
Saint Bob: Not Exactly sure what area, he's going to Galludet (SP?) University.....haven't heard from him in some time now....don't think he calls the cit net over there, he's really into the internet.
uncle herb
I used to date a girl who was into ultra-violence. We'd go out and tolchock some vecks, and I'd find a real starry ptista and give her the old in-out while my ptista viddied all, all this done near my own neighborhood around Dupont Circle, and me still only 24.
Lady Non Sequitur
Horrorshow!
Corpus Delectable
:)
huncke the junkie
Man will do anything for publicity
Mina
Who goes to Gally? He's deaf, right?
Inchee
Sometimes it's nice just knowing that someone is there, and that you're not alone.....
Corpus Delectable
A friend of mine who doesn't call the cit net. Hangs out on the internet a lot & yes, he is deaf....sorry, not giving out names or nyms....nice guy...
Masc
Hey Unka Herbie, can you translate that for us?
Frunobula X
I'll have a large moloko-plus, with synthmesc.
uncle herb
translate??? I'll tolchock you upside da haid.
Megamol
Uncle Herb..you have been reading too much Clockwork Orange....
Black Wolf
Hi Chester...
JayDee
oh, cc?
and, just exactly where are you?
Bookworm
CC- We don't tan up here. We rust.
Corpus Delectable
Didn't ya' know we washingtonians don't tan, we rust...:) hehehehe......St. Bob: I can't call any internet bbs's right now....I'll pass the note along to my hubby though, he calls internet bbs's occasionally...
JayDee
mayaaow?
ZooKeeper
cc -- remember I was telling you about Rustoleum? };>
ZooKeeper
yeah, good to "see" you again.
just wish I'd gotten a chance to say goodbye.
LITTLE MERMAID
MMMMoooooooooo!!!!! hehe
Corpus Delectable
Any good vamp stories around here?
Black Wolf
I vant to suck you blood!
<done in my best Bela Lugosi imitation.>
Black Wolf
Dont mind Little Mermaid she's harmless, she's just recovering from all those psycadelic drugs in the 70's 80's & 90's hahahahahahhahaha
JayDee
no
Corpus Delectable
Why are you mooing in the bat cave, Little Mermaid?
Bookworm
:X
Alpha Wolf
sick stories about batgirl?
alt.sex.stories maybe...
Corpus Delectable
huh? I was juts looking for some good romantic vampire stories....& wondering why little Mermaid was mooing in here....strange....
Corpus Delectable
hehehe, ok, I get it.....I get in moods to do really off-the-wall things sometimes, too...
Bookworm
CD- are you sure you want to know? Of course if I commented I would get killed at the next get together. So :X.
Torch Song
chester cheetah
Courtesy of Golden Spud and his HUGE messagebase at ARC, here come your werewolves again! ;> Turn on your capture; and don't lose this again--it's too good to lose!
Torch Song
19940826:170346 PST From [You do of course realize that] chester cheetah
[this means WAR. Just fine.] @ MobileCIT One, Geneva, Idaho {Disinformation},
US/ID {Misinformation}, (xxx)xxx-xxxx
The wounded one finally reached his decision. He could not fight, he could
not run, and he could no longer live in any useful way, and so, long before it
could be said that he had been killed by The Enemy, he searched his mind,
composed himself for his end, and sent his family The Call.
An ancient grandmother jerked awake in her hospital bed, rising at last
from what had been thought to be her final coma. His sisters dropped their
work, and his brother left his wife gasping beneath him, and rose from her,
unfinished. His first cousins, his aunts and uncles and nieces and nephews left
work, school and play. Soon there would be a Gathering of The Family.
Gatherings were large events, and took time to organize.
At a huge, secluded farm in Lebanon County, Pennsylvania, a gruff Amish
man opened the gates to a thousand people, and the slaughtered pigs were taken
from the smokehouse and spitted above the fires. A calf was slaughtered and
drained when an old woman was brought in in an ambulance, and she was the first
to drink from the steaming blood. The children played in the lower field,
watched over by adolescents who would much rather they were present at the
deliberations of the adults, but none of these had been fully Raised into the
Family, and their presence could only be a distraction from the sacred rites of
The Gathering.
When all were Gathered, small-talk passed around, and small-meals were
distributed, and the gruff Amishman spoke his ferhuddled English that was so
difficult for many to understand, but here it was understood by all, even by
those whose own accents were deepest Texan. Smiles passed many faces as some
saw those who'd been summer playmates as child-visitors, and hands were held by
those who had been the forbidden adolescent sweethearts-cousins of many years
gone by. Second cousins kissed on the mouths, and generations were gathered in
ranks, and even some of the foreign cousins were present. From Alsace and
Romania, from Arcadia and Louisiana, from Deep Swamps Texas to the Southwest
Desert people, the special kin of The Gathering passed their names, their
places, and the smells of each other, smells which spoke of different spices,
of different soaps, of tanned leather and operating rooms, smells of the
big-city dungheaps and country estates, each found the noses of the others,
mixed with the unmistakeable and beloved smell of the True Kin.
And when all were assembled, and all had been introduced, and the Signs
and Greetings exchanged, the Offerings made, the old woman was placed upon a
high place prepared for her, and she spoke:
"Greetings from the Most High to the Assembled Kin!" and the response
returned:
"We, the Assembled, greet our Eldest!" and for miles around, dogs howled,
cats hissed and spat and struck at shadows none else could see, cattle dropped
dead in their tracks, and pigs devoured their young. Birds fell from the very
skies, and even the maggots paused in their work as the Judgement Scream of the
Kindred was raised from a thousand voices. In the fields, even the smallest of
the children gave voice to their pale echo of the warcry of the adults. When
they were done, no other sound could be heard, but the sound of their ally, the
north wind.
"We Gather in Discovery and Judgement today, my Kin!" the old woman
whispered, but the sharp ears of her people heard everything, even the struggle
of fluids in the old woman's lungs. She had not long to live.
"We are here!" whispered the Kindred, in a whisper that cut like the north
wind which even now brought a taste of harsh winter to this lovely green land.
"Bring forth our fallen," said the old woman, and the young one, still
cool from his refrigerated journey, was brought forth, and placed at the foot
of her chair. The old one struggled mightily, and despite her withered frame
managed to assume a more erect and regal posture. "See, my children, how he is
fallen! Come forth, our wise, and Discover the manner of his passing!"
Pleasant-looking, soft-spoken, healers by trade and inclination, the
Doctors came forward. One had been chosen to speak for all, and he gave the
ritual response of the Doctors of the Kindred.
"Our Eldest! We, the Healers, are the Kin of Two Oaths. We are Kindred,
but we are also Healers. We have Two Laws, both of which are Holy. We may not
do harm. We also have our ancient duty to the Kindred, and this we now do, to
Discover what has killed one not slain in battle. This duty we shall perform,
but we cannot remain after that time, and still remain true to our other Holy
Oath. We beg your leave to do as we must, to Discover and depart."
"The Eldest gives your dispensation. But tell us, and tell us true... what
is your Discovery?"
"A True Discovery takes time, Eldest. Haste leads to errors. Let us
proceed," he said, and with that remark, while other soft-spoken kind men
opened up a truck filled with equipment, he began to cut. He first removed the
fingernail of the right forefinger, and held it up, bloody, for the Assembly to
see. "The strong claw!" he cried, and the Assembled held out their right hands,
and ripped their right sleeves bare to the shoulder, and showed the tendons
that stood forth whitely, running muscle-linked from opposing hip across the
back and down the arms, the tendons that put the entire strength of one of the
Kindred into that one fingernail.
The Healer cried, "The strong claw is weak! My own claw removed it!" He
had used no knife, and one should have been required. Another Healer took the
fingernail and placed it into a machine.
The Healer returned to the corpse, and placed one of his large capable
hands upon the head of the Fallen, and squeezed. His tendons had scarcely
bulged forth from the channels where their girth normally lay concealed when,
without even a crackling, the Fallen's skull collapsed in upon itself. The
Healer instantly released his grasp, lest the delicate tissues of the brain be
destroyed, removing valuable clues. He shouted in rage, "The skull was already
cracked, but not crushed!" He continued in a lower voice: "The skull was no
longer the Holy Shape! It has been deliberately damaged, and not with violence!
It is an intentional weakening!" He grasped the body, and turned it over. It
flopped more limply now as the chill of travel left the body.
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ðôõðchester cheetahðôõð
`That sucking sound you hear is your tax dollar. - Dan Rather, July 1993
Torch Song
Dammit...darn file-link command is suddenly unknown...good thing there's another board just down the hall...
Torch Song
19940826:170444 PST From [You do of course realize that] chester cheetah
[this means WAR. Just fine.] @ MobileCIT One, Geneva, Idaho {Disinformation},
US/ID {Misinformation}, (xxx)xxx-xxxx
"The shoulders are not square," he cried, ""but no bones have been
broken!" A murmur went up from the Assembly. The Healer produced a fine steel
blade, and cut deeply, looking for metal. He found it, and grasped it with a
tool. He pulled, gently at first, and then more forcefully. Finally, it pulled
free, a nine-inch length of steel-leader, suitable for shark- fishing, with a
straightened steel fish-hook on each end, glistening dully red with scraps of
flesh adhering to the barbed ends. He cut deeper, and called one of the other
Healers to consultation. They conferred, lines etching their foreheads deeply,
and then the first Healer turned to the other Healers, and spoke softly, "there
is marked deformation of bone. He has been reshaped to tear himself apart. It
is the Second Sign." He cut deeply down the spine, exposing the unique triple
ridge of vertebral protuberances that marked the Kindred. Barbed metal pins
were removed from flesh at the fifth, sixth, and seventh thoracic vertebrae,
each with scraps of flesh adhering. The Healer called another close, and
scraped at the pins with a scalpel. A clear resinous substance coated the pin.
"Epoxy, my brothers," he stated, "They are improving on their techniques." They
examined the cuts, and noted how the pins had each penetrated five separate
muscles and several associated tendons. The Fallen had been crippled in such a
manner that he could not fight. The crippling left huge holes in the defensive
systems of the Kindred's style. The Fallen had been destroyed, his back laid
open to any foul attack. Removal of the pins would have caused damage at least
as great as their installation. It was well for the Fallen that he was dead.
The doctors' faces showed a gathering shadow of a pain that could never be
concealed nor expunged.
The Healer turned to face the crowd. He held the pins aloft, where they
dripped slightly. "I have Discovered the Third Sign! Knives in the back! Where
is a Fourth Sign to be found?"
According to the ancient ritual, an old woman stepped forth, knowing that
when she found the Fourth Sign, her children would have yet another death to
avenge. "I claim my right as kin," she said, " to make the discovery of the
Fourth Sign. Give me his liver!"
The Healer turned the body over, where the eyelids, loosened by the
jostling, had risen to allow the corpse a dully accusatory stare. "Your right
is your honor," he said, "and your honor is your right, as this one's kin." The
old woman struck hard and true, in the blink of an eye or less, and she
wriggled her fingers within the wound, her instincts easily and instantly
severing all of the attachments between her great-grandson's liver and the rest
of his corpse. She pulled the liver from the wound, and she held it aloft, and
shouted to the Kindred Assembled:
"I freely and knowingly search for the Fourth Sign! If I have raised any
so poorly that they can fall to The Enemy, even unto the fourth generation, I
am not fit to live! And should the Fourth Sign be revealed, let my own death be
another Call!" She bit into the liver, and swallowed. As she ate, one of the
Healers, one who had been operating a mass- spectrograph upon the fragment of
fingernail from the Fallen, began to weep, for he knew that his aunt was doomed
by the massive amount of arsenic that she was ingesting. This was the foulest
of the Signs, for her liver would be eaten by all of her Family who were in
direct line between her and the Fallen, for all must pay the price of raising a
child who could be fed poison by any outside of the Kindred. The weeping Healer
wept not from sorrow, for his doomed aunt brought only honor to the Family, and
to the Clan. He wept because he was torn between the Two Oaths, and could not
participate in the revenge that was not only his right but his duty, for the
Kindred's First Law is that seven must die for each of the slain Kin of Cain.
He raised his own voice to the Assembly: "We need not wait, Kindred! She will
be long in dying, as will the others in the line. The poison is revealed as
arsenic. There are other poisons as well, there is insecticide, and what
appears to be tranquillizers, and I see traces also of truth- serums, and
euphoriants."
The old woman, matriarch of the Kindred of Cain in the West, thought for a
few minutes marked by silence broken only by the sounds of tears and gnashing
teeth, and spoke:
"This Fallen Kin was a prisoner! He was taken by stealth. He was poisoned
into weakness, and then taken without a fight. He was restrained from even
honorable suicide, questioned beyond resistance, and then destroyed from ever
again fighting. And to this injury was added the insult of being released,
unable to defend his honor. He did all that he could, and that was to give the
Call. His own death was by hanging, as is right for our kind, he named the
bridge between worlds that he would use, secured the rope that dragged his
spirit from this world to the next, and leapt into a broken neck, dangling
above the pickup that took his body from the place of dishonor to the place
before this place. Enough of the enemy were taken for us to do a little
questioning of our own. Those who must know will be informed of the answers we
received, and what is not known from these will be taken from their families.
We will have honor satisfied, and these seven will answer immediately to the
Claim of Cain from this one, our Fallen."
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ðôõðchester cheetahðôõð
Do not feed the enemy, do not let the enemy feed you, do not fight among
yourselves.
Torch Song
19940826:170550 PST From [You do of course realize that] chester cheetah
[this means WAR. Just fine.] @ MobileCIT One, Geneva, Idaho {Disinformation},
US/ID {Misinformation}, (xxx)xxx-xxxx
As she spoke, five men and two women were led forth, foot-shackled, into
the grass before her dias. The Assembled Kindred rose upon their toes, all but
the Healers, who got into cars, and drove away. The Assembled waited until they
were gone from sight, lest the sight of a kill bring them back into the pack,
to break their Healer's Oath, dishonoring themselves, inviting the
Oathbreaker's Doom upon themselves, and then they began to remove their
clothing. Most were barefoot, anyways, displaying the wide- spread short toes
of their kind, and when the clothing was off, the females of the offended
Family moved forwards, to claim their rights. Those females who were of the
line-of-descent between the bloody-lipped woman who still gnawed and gulped at
the liver she knew would kill her moved closer to her, to gather about her and
the body of the Fallen, all but for one, who would join them later. They
withdrew small stiffthin blades, and began to cut at the scalp of the Fallen,
to withdraw the wires that The Enemy had placed within, thereby to learn new
skills and weapons to turn against The Enemy.
The seven who stood circled by the crowd shivered at the sight of the long
teeth of the female who removed their shackles. Within the circle of Assembled
Kindred, the seven gathered close to each other, back to back, with the men
ringing the women, who appeared ready to faint. The female who had unchained
them smiled for them, a chilling wide smile that exposed more teeth than the
encircled had thought that a mouth could contain, and she said to them: "In
your holy book, you have written, and very wisely I might add, `whosoever
slayeth Cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold. And Jehovah set a mark
upon Cain, lest any finding him should kill him.' You have changed the shape of
the skull of one of the Kindred of Cain, to remove the mark, thinking perhaps
that by removing the mark, you could remove the curse... but you have only
brought upon you and your kin a greater curse than any you could have imagined.
You have killed one of us, and since you can not die seven times, seven of you
must die. And by the means you chose to kill one of us, vile poison, you have
condemned all of his living antecedents to death as well, for unlike youselves,
we follow the ways of our forebears. Tradition is everything to us, for though
evils may be passed on, so is wisdom. When Jehovah cursed us to be fugitives,
to be rejected by the earth, we rejected the earth as well, and do not offer
our dead into it. We eat our dead, and in poisoning my son you have poisoned me
as well, and my mother, and her mother, and her mother as well. For each of
these, we will take seven, and since you have taken from our Kindred an entire
line of Family, we shall do for you the same evil. And who shall kill any of us
as we exact our revenge, for each of us, there shall be seven taken - until we
have either exacted our vengeance, or until there are none of us left."
She paused, and her smile was terrible, and it grew as powerful scalp
tendons pulled her ears backwards, and the hinges in her cheeks splayed apart
and resettled into new grooves, extending her upper jaws. The secondary joints
in the crook of her jaws straightened, and she was a long- faced demon with
drawn-back lips. She rose on her toes, and simultaneously crouched as secondary
tendons pulled primaries from their grooves, and joints repositioned, making
her into a deadly fighting machine. Her eyes splayed outwards as her nose
wrinkled and pulled her septum downwards, blocking the olfactory canal to her
brain. She coughed as her upper spine realigned, pulling her voice box down
below her collarbone. She was not alone in her changing. Both women fainted.
Distorted, her growl was nonetheless articulate as a voice when she spoke
again: "Knives." One man in the circle slapped the two women awake.
From the crowd around them, a young male emerged, unchanged except for the
locked joints of his hands, which bore a large velvet pillow upon which rested
seven hunting knives. "Tell 'em," growled the mother of the Fallen.
The young one spoke. "You poisoned my uncle. You put him to the question.
You did not allow him to run, and you did not allow him to fight. You can
run... but you won't run far. Remain in the circle and the crowd will not tear
you apart. We will not question you, but you may speak as you fight. Whatever
you say cannot save you... it is considered your deathsong. We will allow you
to fight... but your only way out of here is to defeat the Fallen's mother -
without killing her. Killing is not our way, if we can avoid it... but we don't
allow our own to die unavenged. Even if you defeat her without immediately
killing her, still, seven must die, and you must be the ones to choose the
seven. If you do not choose, you will then be slain. We do you honor in this
manner, though poisoners do not deserve an honorable death, because we do not
know for a fact that you personally were responsible for the poisoning. As a
female, she will attack your females first, since the head damage to the Fallen
is a women's way, not the way of males. Unarmed, she can kill you all, so to be
fair, we allow you one large claw each to match her smaller twenty claws. This
is our justice. If the right is on your side, you will prevail, and direct us
to those reponsible. We know your ways, and know you do nothing without
conspiracy, and are certain that you can direct us to those responsible. Arm
yourselves, and prepare to die." With that, he placed the velvet pillow on the
ground, and withdrew.
The men, to do them credit, fought rather well. She had to kill two of the
men to even reach the women. The mother of the Fallen was covered with slashes,
some quite deep, before she was able to gutbite the second woman. That one left
her blade hanging from her shoulder, and she wrenched it loose and hurled it to
the ground. As a man stooped to grab it up, she dove under him, spinning in her
dive, and caught his throat out with her teeth, and as his friends leapt
belatedly to his aid, she gutted one of them with a swipe of her rear claws. As
he grasped at the steaming ropes trailing from his belly, she leapt at another
man, who stumbled backwards over the body of the first she had brought down.
Her bound carried her into the crowd, who howled their laughter and thrust her
back into the circle. As she recovered, one of the men aimed a kick at her
head, which he missed, probably due to the fact that she had torn out one of
his eyes, and he couldn't get the range right. Besides, Men were slow. She
hamstrung him, and moved on to another, to save this one for last. As she went
ballistic, he sidestepped and slung the knife underhand at the last instant,
and as she whirled and snapped, the knife sunk home into her neck. She coughed
up a blob of blood as she hit the ground, and the dead man, the one with no
guts, grabbed her. He didn't hold her long, for she instantly had his wrist
crushed in her teeth, but she was knocked free of him by the remaining two men,
the eyeless hamstrung one and the uninjured one tackling her into a pin from
which she could not break free. She heaved and wrestled with all of her might,
and had clawed huge runnels in the flesh of the men's backs when she heard the
sharp barking call to quit fighting.
As the crowd dragged the men away, to live or die as Nature would have it
for the victors, or to be left for the vultures to dine upon as losers, she
herself crawled to the body of her son, to share the poison that killed him, if
she didn't bleed to death first.
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ðôõðchester cheetahðôõð
It's all true, especially the lies.
Torch Song
there...
chester -- what else do you want re-posted?
Oh...you left something here--how do we get it back to you?
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