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Date Posted: 20:12:31 08/23/02 Fri
Author: The DimenScion
Subject: Mind Games
In reply to: Sohn of Belial 's message, ""No."" on 13:24:18 08/22/02 Thu

It seems we've got a minute menace flying at us, Al. Any ideas?

We can't try another tweaking. Little teleports lead to massive holes.

Right. The last thing we need is a plothole reversing all we've done.

Perhaps we can—

"Agh!"
The mental discussion was silenced as Sohn wrapped his long, slender fingers around the DimenScion's neck, slamming his feet on his (their?) armored chest. He had intended to strangle the celestial watcher(s?)...but instead found a rush of new thoughts clouding his mind. He gave a shriek, fingers unable to let go of the glowing demi-god(s?). Sohn closed his eye...but saw EVERYTHING.

Fingers slamming against alphanumerically-labeled pieces of plastic, each stroke adding new life to the SPUniverse.

A lost traveler, forced by his inner demons into an out-of-body journey.

A fimiliar fanatic, striving to reclaim a dwindling empire.

The essence of nothing, thinking of what may come to be.

A gambling man, carefully considering his hand.

A raging battle of technology and the cloven foot.

The beginnings of a noble education...

...And the start of a sinister proselytism.

The disturbing delay on a dictator's grand scheme.

A quest in a surreal dream world.

Conflict amongst the chaotic.

An obituary for a motley crew.

The last of his race, going against his own culture to fight a dormant foe.

A living memory, trapped in a stellar ghost town.

The poor being led by the blind.

A confused intruder, cast into a Hellish desert.

A reluctant hero, rising once again.

The discovery of physical contact's pains and pleasures.

Heartbreak and disappointment in an unlikely place.

A menace not even leaving a memento of the past.

Himself, locked in a horrendous state of all-knowing.

The lone eye snapped open, radiating with a crimson aura. Inhuman, blood-curdling screams echoed in the substation, going unheeded.

He wanted out.

He needed out.

No words could properly describe the agony he went through. It didn't matter, seeing as how he couldn't form a sentence in his terrified, pained state. Sohn couldn't see. All he saw was red. Burning red. Painful red. Blood red. He finally managed to let go....

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