ping

External Since: Nov 17, 2003 Posts: 17

....as a finger smoothly rubs the surface of a small puzzell box, the
room fills with a brilliant white light, the walls start to moan moist
crimson tears, a tall shadowed figure stands with a grin on his face...

I look up, pull a pin from his head and let it drop to the floor....

*ping*

Any one here to hear it? Joe? Drax? imacolata?

--
There is a bleak hope that someday, someone, they will come,
Come to me and fill the void, that place in my heart
that lies empty - (c) Mark Derricutt

External Since: Oct 04, 2004 Posts: 10

Mark Derricutt wrote:
> ...as a finger smoothly rubs the surface of a small puzzell box, the
> room fills with a brilliant white light, the walls start to moan moist
> crimson tears, a tall shadowed figure stands with a grin on his
> face...
>
> I look up, pull a pin from his head and let it drop to the floor....
>
> *ping*
>
> Any one here to hear it? Joe? Drax? imacolata?

I check this group just about everyday, I think yours is the first post in
over a month.

drax