100 pages? We should just about be done
with the Professor's list of projects. Let's see ...
nope the list is as long as ever. Looks like it will
take 1000 pages to get there.
One question,
did we ever figure out the Mystery of the Bahro
Caves?
The professor's eyes all of a sudden
glaze over. ... When he snaps out of it, he decides that
research project does not belong on the
list.
Edit - Oh shoot, I missed the 100'th
page party. I guess I'll put my bottle of Dumb Pearigone
Ginger Ale back into the fridge for the 2000th post
celebration.
Edit - Oh shoot, missed that one
two.
Chuckles takes the ginger ale to the back
porch to drown
sorrows. ---------------------------- Master
of Manipulating Stories (MOMS) Director of
Redirecting Kinesis (DORK)
(((((((((Pepsi))))))))))) And
congrats to all. Hey, save some of that champagne for
those of us who are gone, can't you, and a couple of
slices of whatever that is that looks like it has
chocolate!!
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Speedy, Grassie, Dr Warrell, and MrD all
begin to dance spontaneously in Teledahn. "Oh yeah!
We did it..." they chanted. "100 pages!" "2000
posts!" "Pass the bubbly!" The badger and Osmo
looked at one another. What on earth are they dancing
about?
Umm... sorry for my
confusion, but what did I inspire exactly? lol
sorry!
Studying gives you knowledge. Knowledge
is power. Power corrupts. I am learning how to be
corrupt.
OT: "Right... I think we better link
them out before they start doing something rather
peculiar..." said the Ancient Badger. "Such as vhat?
The dancing right now is strange enough, and those four
haven't had any mushrooms in the last day!" said Dr
Osmostien as he pointed out the forumites doing the
Macarena. "Oh, just trank them," said the Ancient
One. The other badger present loaded his gun and shot
the other four forumites, putting them in a pleasant
dreamworld...
Later (but not much): FM woke up
to the sound of a party. "Wha..." FM moaned as he got
up. MrD was already awake. "It's the 100 page party!
Come on!" he said very excitedly. "Where is everyone
else?" asked FM. "Dancing already. I guess we got a
lighter dosage of the tranquilizer than you... we've
been up for abotu 10 minutes or so. Come on!" MrD
said. FM reluctantly got up and dusted himself off.
No more dreams of being a badger emperor. No more images
of badgers bowing to him... what a sad world Speedy was off to the
side, reading a note from Dr Osmostien: Dear
Speedy, MrD, Dr Warrell, and Grassie, Thank you for
your help in getting our freedom. It was a pleasure of
meeting such fine beings as yourselves. Sorry about the
darts, you were beginning to scare us a little and I
feared that the mushroom spores had gotten into your
system. As you're reading this, Ukoi and I will be on
our way back home. The Ancient Badger has a phoney
formula for the peanut oil, but I left him my address so
he can contact me and buy it off of me later. It sounds
like a good business plan, don't you think? Ukoi was
very happy for his last romp with the badgers but is now
sad that there is no one else who he can chase around
while playing the bongos. Maybe some of the Osmos back
home don't like bongos either... Anyways, I hope to
keep in touch somehow, even though we are in different
worlds. Maybe there is a linking book to my universe but
you haven't found it yet... anyways, I'm off to beyond
the Mackeral! Farewell! Dr Osmostien.
P.S. Me
the king of bongos. Remember that. ~
Ukoi
Speedy smiled. She had found the
note in her backpack after she woke up. Hopefully they
will indeed meet again. Anyways, time to
party!
Studying gives you knowledge. Knowledge
is power. Power corrupts. I am learning how to be
corrupt.
Veronica was almost to the steps
leading to the house when Grizz finally caught up to
her. "Ouch. Dagnabit...stupid rocks..." He was slightly
annoyed that the undergrowth of forest had given way to
a more rocky surface. She turned around and tried not to
smile as he propped himself up on a nearby stump to pull
a stone off his sock. She took a few minutes to look
around the yard, it was indeed covered with several
large stones and logs. She supposed the logs were used
for fire, but had no idea what the purpose of the stones
could be. The yard appeared unattended, as if no one had
been there in quite some time. There were weeds growing
tall among the remains of a garden close to the house
and also in the flowerbed. Veronica walked to a nearby
fencepost and picked up a piece of cloth that was
attached to it. There was a strange symbol on it that
she did not recognize. "What do you suppose this
means?"
"I'm
not sure," he said. "But I think we ought to take it
with us. The Prof. might be interested."
He looks
around. There is a small conical shape at one side of
the larger one without the ladder. He sticks his head
into the opening and looks around. There is an
indefinable odor lingering in the little cone. An
organic smell, a little like burnt toast, but not really
unpleasant. He thinks it is probably some kind of
oven.
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Folding the cloth and tucking it around
her belt loop, she asks, "Can we at least have a look
inside before we go? It doesn't look like anyone has
been here for a long time." Before waiting for an
answer, she climbs up the wooden ladder leading to the
largest of the three 'houses'. She is about to knock on
the door, when a loud caawww-ka-caaww is heard
over-head. She looks over at Grizz who is still
inspecting the 'oven' and yells, "You better make a run
for it! Our friend is back and he looks
hungry!!"
And he dives head
first into the open door of the large cone behind the
oven. Getting shakily to his feet, he peeks out the door
to make sure that Veronica is safely inside. The door is
open, and he can't see her, so he assumes she
is.
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Experimental Program 1
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