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Unjuns of ZYDYS "They Fell"  part One A One 2012 A.D. Willoughby (c) 1989 - 2012 -olmaco- Rights Reserved  "There are no more Dragons, here", a plain Cloaked Towns-person said to us as we asked about the nearby Caves and rumored tunnels and Temples in the area.  "No Dragons, No Treasure, No Nothing...  " they continued, "You're just wasting your time around here, Venturers.  You can stay at the INN, visit the ALE-HOUSE, Eat at the FOOD PLACES, visit the SHOPS. Do not snoop around the Cemetery, or crawl around in our Wells.  If you find something 'out of place', leave it alone and don't touch anything.  Oh, and, by the way....  the town is heavily observed at night by Guards in Observation Towers and on Foot.  They keep good eye on places like the Musician's Quarter, Artist's Block, and of course the Taverns and places of blue lamps to keep the kind of peace we need."  They said, with clear and pr...

how to make a 7 sided dice out of a 6 sided dice - by oliver "Haddo" mattson (c)2012 1  VALUE1 2  VALUE2 3  VALUE3 4  VALUE4 5  VALUE5 6  VALUE6 7  VALUE 7 ROLL  [ 1 - 6 ] IF  1 - 3 then allow value 1 - 6 IF 4 - 6 then allow values 2 - 7 the purpose of this is that when one rolls a dice, it is to obtain a random number, if we open the parameter of possibilities with a coinciding amount of values in a table or relative structure which, in effect becomes the seventh side, if looked at i n a weird way.

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Dear Colonel; I don't know if I'll be able to view the new film right off the bat for a few reasons. 1/ A - Low Funds. 2 / B - Recovery.  It will be 15 years since I began to seriously go down a dark path.  I emulated madmen, I tried to be "tough", I tried to be a "loadie", it didn't work.  I failed myself, my family, my possessions, my responsibilities, my dreams and goals and forfeited more than i can fathom.  I ruined friendships, and caused great harm.  I've broken every rule and threw away the warped morals and sensitivities that I had for a coarse lie that i perpetuated through the course of those wasted years.  My skull hurts.  I can feel the pain.  I am coming down from something about one thousand times stronger than methamphetamine and cocaine was pumping through my pathetic body.  My knuckles are finally popping and the feeling in my hands is returning. I began to be violent, i am so very bad at that.  I hate violence.  I...

eyes - A while back, Years ago, some of my friends used to run a Computer Store, they ran it for about seven years, all together.   I used to help with taking out the trash once in a while for pocket change when I was  bored and take it to the local arcade.  One day, one of our close friends who worked in the shop and helped with the customers passed away from a heart attack.  Months went by before any of us went into the store, we were all very very sad, and very angry at the entire situation.  You see, he was very young, he had just turned twenty four.    About three months after our co-worker and friend passed, we had to close the shop completely due to the overwhelming bills, and the fact that none of us could see spending a day working there without him there with us.    We Closed all the customer accounts and the computers were finished, delivered and set up.  Networks wrapped up, the Internet Service disconne...

Not Here, Not Tonight-A Tale of Pie an Coffee After the dust bowl  in the 1930s, a young man who wished nothing much more than to read books and write poetry was making his way West by helping with the things he was good at, like tidying houses, helping on the  Farms, setting tables, assisting with homework, and doing any thing he could, just for a spot to lay his sleeping bag, like a shed or a side house, park his typewriter, and perhaps grab a bite to eat for a day or two, before heading off to the next place. One night, around or in Oklahoma, on the out-skirts of a small rainy muddy town, with some change in his pocket, he entered a coffee shop and put his last bit of change on the counter for a coffee and slice of apple pie before venturing into the evening’s icky weather, seeking shelter.   He sipped his coffee slowwwllly...  he ate the pie slowwwwwlllly as well, wrote in a journal, read the newspaper and a book from his bag and listened to the AM radio...

cont'd After four or five years or so, the young man came into the shop in September once, to the shop guys surprise. This time bringing a truck load of Carving Pumpkins for Halloween. They were perfect, heavy, huge and wonderful sized. The guys again sat down, worked out a plan for the sale of the goods, and quickly signed a new contract. Hauled the gords out of the truck, sold them that fall, and made good money. A couple years later... he didn't come back late that may. They called him, they tried letters. Worried the kids wouldn't be able to get fireworks that year, and some of their best customers off to work, and college that fall, the men went to Atlanta to try to find the young man at the address given. They saw the red car. They knocked on the door. No one answered. They knocked again... no reply. They found a small piece of paper in their truck and walked up to the door, to put it on the pushpin that sat by the door knocker. Just th...