The Proverbial Wrinkle in Time. -- Castle Guardia

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Date Posted: 09:37:31 07/31/02 Wed
Author: Adrian Foxx
Subject: The Proverbial Wrinkle in Time.
In reply to: Kaarina Solari 's message, "Re: Oh.Scarey." on 07:32:32 07/31/02 Wed

The air about the room suddenly shivers, as if gasping in pain. Wind picks up, where there are no windows, and bolts of energy flash throughout the room. A blazing light appears, ripping reality, and soon a black 'hole' comes to life, twisting and turning in the air. The surrounding bodies are flung back, despite any stabilizing attempt, pressing into the walls. A small light appears in the maelstrom of energy, and it growns bigger, until, when it looks as if it's going to crash into whatever this phenomena is... ...a man-sized being, covered in deep-blue scales and with an insectoid head, jumps out of the rip.

He soon stands, infront of th time-space rip, then turns his head. The portal vanishes, and the wind dies down. He turns his head back, staring about, then begins to observe his surroundings, before laying his bulbous eyes on the people. He takes a step back, immediately drawing a mockery-blade of a longsword that is strapped to his side, bringing it to bear. He noticed all of their weaponry, and either angry or excited faces.

His voice soon is heard, sounding, indeed, like an insect's.

"...What year is this? Where am I?"

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Replies:

Re: lollypop.porn -- Skaroe Falke, 13:15:31 07/31/02 Wed
- Re: .fuzzy.end.of.the.lollypop. -- Lady Milandra, 18:55:01 07/31/02 Wed
  - Re: .fuzzy.end.of.the.lollypop. -- Adrian Foxx, 21:08:54 07/31/02 Wed
    - Re: .my.own.insignifigance. -- Skaroe Falke, 09:44:37 08/01/02 Thu
      - Re: .my.own.insignifigance. -- Dith Wra, 14:09:43 08/01/02 Thu
        Re: .my.own.insignifigance. -- Adrian Foxx, 14:12:40 08/01/02 Thu
        Re: .my.own.insignifigance. -- Dith Wra, 14:15:28 08/01/02 Thu
        Re: .my.own.insignifigance. -- Kaarina Solari, 14:23:49 08/01/02 Thu
        Re: .my.own. -- Lady Milandra, 16:45:05 08/01/02 Thu

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