1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask.... 2 *********************** INSTALLED: 16 APR 85 ********************** 3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator 4 *********************************************************** 5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION 6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM. 7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned 8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public. 9 no restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is 10 privately owned, I retain thepright to remove any and all messages which 11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be 12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved) 13 to leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the 14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the 15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace 16 The line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up. 17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system. 18 ************************************************************************ 19 20 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 21 To say that I am surprised at finding myself forced into the backseat 22 of a car would be an example of incredible understatement. Stunned, 23 shocked, outraged, and perhaps frightened would certainly describe my 24 mental state at the moment, but despite my condition I quickly gain an 25 impression of my surroundings and of the other occupants of the automobile. 26 The man who had extended the rather rough "invitation" to enter the 27 car sits on my right between me and the door. He is clean shaven, and 28 though his hair is gray I can tell that he had been blonde when he was 29 younger. He is dressed in a conservative suit, tie, and shoes, and he 30 looks as if he has made every effort to appear nondescript. When I turn to 31 my left I am met with the sight of an individual who is the antithesis of 32 my captor. His skin is a healthy nut-brown, his hair cut looks as if 33 someone had placed a bowl over his head and trimmed around the sides, and 34 there is a sickly green slime running from his nostrils to his chin. In 35 his hand is what appears to be a knife made out of the jawbone of some poor 36 creature, its incisors sharpened to a point. His eyes have a dull gleam to 37 them, as though he is in a drugged state. I can only see the back of the 38 driver's head, but he seems to be of the same type as the knife-wielder. 39 It's odd how the mind works under stress. I am far from calm, but a 40 portion of my mind seems to view the entire affair as if I wasn't part of 41 it, a spectator. I mentally run through a series of jokes and puns about 42 my situation, and then name my captors. My knife bearing friend becomes 43 Moe (of the 3 Stooges) because of his haircut, while Mr. 3-Piece Suit 44 becomes Siegfried. Unfortunately, that portions of my mind isn't in 45 control. 46 "Wha... wha... wha... what are you doing?" I stammer. 47 "Ooooooh! Porky Pig, right?" Moe giggles oddly, "I just luuuve Looney 48 Tunes!" 49 "Quiet," Siegfried orders, "driver, airport. Kaobawa, establish 50 cellular communications with Portland contact, transmit coded message for 51 successful completion of primary goal." He then turns to me and smiles. 52 He has disgustingly thin lips and his smile is cruel. His eyes don't 53 smile. "I hope we haven't... inconvenienced you my dear. I'm afraid that 54 you have an unscheduled appointment to keep. But don't worry, you'll 55 travel in style. Cargo class. Kaobawa...?" 56 Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my left arm, and I turn to see Moe 57 smiling strangely at me as he begins to put a syringe back into a small 58 case. My vision begins to tunnel, and a roaring sound seems to fill the 59 air around me. As I lose consciousness the last thing I hear is Moe's 60 voice. 61 "Th...Th...Th...That's all, folks!" he laughs. 62 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]PAM.[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 63 ****************************************************************************** 64 Well here I go again I hope this work and I hope you like the story...... 65 66 P.B. 67 68 69 70 Sangrion was a strange place, but Melopul considered it home. The 71 imly illuminated passageways of the underground world were all 72 73 Sangrion was a strange place, but Melopul considered it home. The 74 long, dimly illuminated passageways of the underground world were all 75    76 on was a strange place, but Melopul considered it home. The 77 dimly illuminated passageways of the undergrgund world were all 78 ************************************************************************** 79 HELP.... P.B. HOW DOES MOST PEOPLE ENTER STUFF WITH A TEXT FILE AND 80 ENTER IT ON HERE WITH OUT TYPING IN THE WHOLE THING???? 81 82 HELP P.B. 83 ****************************************************************************** 84 85 Sangrion was a strange place, but Melopul considered it home. The 86 g, dimly illuminated passageways of the underground world were all 87 that he knew. It was his job, and many others' also, to defend their 88 89 90 91 ************************************************************************* 92 93 94 Sangrion was a strange place, but Melopul considered it home. The 95 long, dimly illuminated passageways of the underground world were all 96 that he knew. It was his job, and many others' also, to defend their 97 home against the many invaders form the surface that attacked from 98 timt to time. The outside world was considered uninhabitable by the 99 people of Sangrion, and many often died trying to repair breaches in 100 the walls surrounding their home. 101 Melopul was twenty zirecs old, a young member of the Life Patrol, He 102 had benn patrolling the corridors of his home since his first zirec, 103 and he had been fortunate enough to some out of his first few battles 104 unscathed. But many of his fellow Patrollers had been killed in the 105 recent battles, and he did not know how soon it would be until he 106 joined their ranks. 107 This particular day Melopul was patrilling the passageways near the 108 outside world. Thousands of the working class Sangrionians, indentifiable 109 by there noricably striking red garments, streamed past him, carrying 110 food and other supplies, or containers of waste products with them. 111 Nelopul was outfitted in white, as befitted a member of the Patrol, 112 and he wore his uniform proudly. As he went along, he could see other 113 members of the Patrol ahead and behind him, as they too watched the 114 outer walls and busy corridors. 115 116 WELL I'LL CONTINUE THIS WHEN I RETURN.......P.B. 117 SORRY FOR ALL THE GOOF UPS BUT THIS IS MY FIRST TIME ENTERING A LONG 118 TYPED MESSAGE.. THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENTS...P.B. 119 /|/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\//\/\/\/\///\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ 120 *_%)@#*%@_#)*%@#)_*%@#)_*%@#)_%*@#)_*^$_#)^*)_#$*^#)_$*^#$)_*#$)_*&)_*@_)*%@#_ 121 122 "You gotta give old Conrad Hilton some credit though. At least his joints 123 don't look like Motel 6!" Fellows was beginning to sound like a broken 124 comedy record. The only time he wasn't joking around was when he was asleep. 125 "Farley, hail us another cab." Parity directed. "Yell when it arrives, 126 and keep it there until we come out. Fellows, I want a word with you." 127 Farley did as he was told. Cabs were pretty popular this time of day, 128 and the tip would make the cabbie's wait worthwhile. 129 "Well Parity, what's up? Are you going to scold me for being too jovial? 130 Am I in the dog house?" 131 "You know me better than that. I realize you are trying to use humor with 132 Farley so he will feel better aut the situation. You can stop being so 133 funny all the time though. It can get in the way if it becomes habit." 134 "Yes sir!" Fellows bellowed, and then followed with an appropriate salute. 135 "Just kidding..." 136 "Did you notice the make on that bug Farley found?" 137 "Yes sir!" Fellows bellowed, and then followed with an appropriate salute. 138 "Just kidding..." 139 "Did you notice the make on that bug Farley found?" 140 "Yea. It's the kind that P.A.I.N. used to deploy back in the seventies. 141 Good old PAIN. Boy we used to really pun it up when they were around. I 142 thought we scrubbed them plenty good. What do you think it means?" 143 Before Parity could answer, Farley broke in with the news that a cab had 144 finally decided stop instead of running him over. 145 "We'll be right there." Parity called after him. 146 "Do we tell our junior agent about the new card in the deck?" Fellows 147 mused. 148 "No need to worry him unnecessarily. Let's find miss Lamb, and take care 149 SORRY...TOO MUCH LINE NOISE TO CONTINUE NOW. BW WON'T STAT IN ENTER MODE, AND 150 I CAN'T KEEP STARTING OVER OR THE DISK WILL BE FULL OF GARBAGE. I'LL TRY 151 LATER ON. 152 *%_#@)*%)_@#*%@#_)%*@#_)%*@#%_*@#% L'homme sans Parity (%_)#@(%)_(%@#_)%(@#_% 153 6767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767 154 Sam was getting a little tired of tailing the two cars. He 155 had been following them for quite some time now, and was still 156 no closer to discovering any new information on the situation. 157 After being assigned to Deus Ex Machina by NET 01 himself, he 158 had driven around the central Portland area trying to spot 159 any thing that seemed stranger than the usuall strange things 160 that happend in downtown Portland. He had finnaly seem a car 161 matching the description given to NET by an as yet unidentified 162 informant. All he had been told was that NET had learned that 163 members of a Nazi-like group were in the area and that someone 164 had hinted they were going to try to kidnap someone by the name 165 of 'Pam'. He wasn't sure, but thought it likely that that was 166 the person he had been being pulled into the car before it shot 167 away from the downtown area. Since he had started after the 168 car, he noticed that there was another car also trailing it. 169 He wasn't sure who this guy was either, but would wait and find 170 out before taking any action. He hoped something happend soon, 171 since he wanted to be able to report more than that he had been 172 following a car all this time. Well, he would wait... 173 6767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767 174 (ch /had been being/had seen being/)... ARGH! 175 6767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767676767 176 177 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 178 FROM PROMETHEUS; ENCASED 179 DRAT, IT IS ENTER ONLY AND THIS PROGRAM DOES NOT SEE ANY 180 OF THE ADVANTAGES IN LOWER CASE SENDING AND SUCH. 181 GRANTED, I AM FORTUNATE TO HAVE A WORKING TERMINAL NOW, 182 BUT AT LEAST IT COULD LOAD SOME OF MY OLD TERMINAL PROGRAMS. 183 184 ASSORTED MESSAGES FOLLOW, WHAT THEY ARE FOLLOWING, I WILL 185 NOT EVEN PRETEND TO KNOW. 186 MAN IN GRAY; THE KEY IS A DEFINATE MEMORY HERE, AND SINCE 187 THE LATEST VERSION OF TAG HAS NOT SEEN THE LIGHT OF DAY; DO 188 YOU THINK IT MIGHT BE WISE TO START ANOTHER ONE? 189 I CAN SEE THE DOSSIER NOW, IN A GRAY FOLDER, HANDED TO A 190 SLAVING LEIUTENANT OF THE BLUE TEAM. THE BLUE LEADER WOULD SAY 191 SOMETHING ABOUT "IF YOU SHOULD CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT" OR MAYBE 192 "WE WILL DENY ANY INVOLVEMENT, WHETHER DIRECT OR INDIRECT" 193 194 ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 195 196 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] 197 He sat back in his chair 198 And grined a grin, 199 Saying "How good it is 200 To be back again 201 And hear the voices 202 Of this INN of inns." 203 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] THE TIN MAN [/] [/] 204 WE OUGHT TO GRIN, AFTER ALL, WE BOTH KNOW THAT PAM IS NOT AS 205 GONE AS SHE PRETENDS TO BE. SOMEWHERE BACK THERE, SHE STILL 206 WATCHES US. AN AMUSED SMILE AT OUR BUMBLINGS. 207 208 ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? 209 The follow 210 Sorry about the above...rotten 'ENTER ONLY'... 211 The following is not a regular entry... 212 213 There I was, dressed in my rented tuxedo, staring at 214 myself in the mirror...'My God', I thought, 'I've definitely 215 seen better days...' Anyway, I combed my hair and left to 216 picjck up my date Amber. Then I slowly remembered that I was 217 also driving Shawn there. I swung by Shawn's, picked him up, 218 and proceeded to Amber's house. On the way I almost forgot 219 the corsage!! I kicked myself then went to get it. We 220 finally arrived, about on time (sort of...), and I couldn't 221 believe my eyes! There stood Amber dressed in this flowing 222 white dress. I had NEVER seen her look so good, and promtly 223 told her so. We then climbed into our (ha ha ha) chariot, 224 and took off for the Jade West resteraunt in Portland. We 225 arrived half an hour late. We had a delicious Oriental dinner 226 then proceeded to the highlight of the evening...THE PROM!! 227 We arrived at the Wilsonville Holiday Inn at 9:30pm and were 228 we shocked...the super great prom that we paid $5.00/ticket 229 for was a letdown. After the Prom was over, about 12am, we 230 left. Since Amber had to be in by 1am we didn't have much 231 time after the prom...feeling a bit rejected by a girl 232 named LISA FULLER (choke) I asked Amber if I could share 233 her waterbed with her. I promised that I wouldn't try any- 234 thing, but I guess that she knew better than I thought... 235 All in all, it was a greatyt night (I have finally just recovered 236 from it...). If you thought this was a boring entry (and 237 evening) just try to put down, in writing, something like this 238 that sounds exciting... 239 ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? 240 here 241 ps. Sorry again...I HATE ENTER ONLY!!! 242 ????????????????????? The Doctor ?????????????????????????????? 243 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 244 Doctor: Sounds like you had a worse time than I did at my prom. Say, who's 245 that Shawn person anyway? The name seems familiar, but I can't quite place... 246 +++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 247 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# 248 L'homme; enter a bit more, I'll contribute something substantial to-morrow, 249 when I have my sanity back. I'd really love to meet the person who thought 250 up the idea of "AP English"... 251 #$##$##$##$##$##$##$##$# Farley #$##$##$##$##$##$# 22:33 - 04/16/85 #$##$##$# 252 "Do we tell our junior agent about the new card in the deck?" Fellows 253 mused. 254 "No need to worry him unnecessarily. Let's find miss Lamb, and take care 255 of this Kosta deal. I am worried enough about that part of the mission. If 256 PAIN intends to butt in, things might get a bit sticky. I assume you packed 257 the necessary equipment?" 258 "Oh of course. Never leave home without one." 259 "OK...let's go for a ride. You go on out, I want to make a phone call." 260 %$#%#$% 261 "The address is 719 Pike street. A nice leisurely ride please?" Parity 262 told the driver. "We want to take in the sights of your beautiful city." 263 "Shore is nice this time a year ain't it?" The cabbie was obviously 264 proud to be called a San Franciscian. 265 "Shore is..." Fellows laughed. "Shore is. Reminds me of the time..." 266 Farley cut in before Fellows could regale all with another one of his 267 lengthy stories. "Is that Lamb's address?" 268 "No Eugene. That's the Bay Area office. Actually it is just a store fron, 269 but we need to pick up some equipment Ian sent down to us." 270 "Uh...should we be talking 'out loud' like this?" Farley was motioning a 271 the driver. "And what about the walls having ears?" 272 "Don't worry Farley, already checked out." Fellows produced a small devie 273 from his sport coat pocket. Farley recognized it as NET issue bug detection 274 equipment. "As for the driver, YOU aren't listening to us are you?" 275 "Huh?" 276 "We check these things out Farley." Parity assured. "But I'm glad you ar 277 keeping on your toes. Now settle back and enjoy the ride. Things will be 278 getting sticky soon enough." 279 "Soon enough." Farley echoed. 280 281 %*)_@*%@#_)*^@)_*^@_)*^)@_#*^@#) L'homme sans Parity *(%)@#*%@#)*%)_@#%*@_)*% 282 ch /ar/are/ /devie/device/ /fron,/front,/ 283 Farley:AP English was invented by someone who figured that highschool students 284 who wanted to work hard deserved saving a few bucks when they got a 3, 4, or 285 5 on the AP test. Imagine entering college with as many as 6 hours of English, 286 6-9 hours of math, 3 hours of History, and 3 hours of Chemistry. All of this 287 is before even setting foot in the door. That's what AP English is for. When 288 you look back on your class, you'll be glad you did it, and you can give 289 yourself a well-deserved pat on the back. Keep reading and writing! 290 _%*#_%*@)_%*#_)%*#)_^*)_#!*^_)!*^_#!)^*_)*%$_)^*_)^*_)*^_)*^_)^*#_)^*#_*^#_^*# 291 292 ^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v 293 moonlight 294 sunlight 295 all right 296 you're free to go. 297 298 Never look back. 299 ^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^valyn^v^v^v^v^ 300 Word of BOD (words: Emil Allzuwissender (Ernest Clark) 301 tune: Ye Jacobites by Name 302 303 Chorus: Ye bureaucrats by name, lend an ear, lend an ear, 304 Ye bureaucrats by name, lend an ear! 305 Your precious BOD has made big plans, 306 Wants money from our hands, 307 Somethings's wrong with these demands! 308 Ye shall hear! 309 Double fees, we're going broke, so ye say, so ye say, 310 Double fees, we're going broke, so ye say. 311 On our balance sheet last year 312 Thirteen grand we made, quite clear! 313 Going broke so quick looks queer, 314 Don'cha say! 315 316 Oh, the kingdoms love it too, one and all, one and all, 317 Oh, the kingdoms love it too, one and all! 318 Rev'nue Sharing gives them pluck; 319 Sign a member, get a buck! 320 Kingdom aid might help BOD luck, 321 So bribe them all! 322 323 And my membership so high, it will pay, it will pay, 324 Oh, my membership so high, it will pay! 325 Pretty soon, events, I hear 326 Won't let non-members near, 327 Pay your dues (they're not so dear) 328 Or keep away! 329 330 And to keep each active good, paying money as he should, 331 And to keep each active good, paying good. 332 Should his status ever droop, 333 Strip away the alphabet soup 334 (Not a Lord left in the group!) 335 Extort us good! 336 337 We the membership at large have no say, xave no say. 338 We the membership at large have no say. 339 When a member leaves the BOD, 340 Replacing him looks odd, 341 For WE don't pick the clods 342 Wxo think your way! 343 344 Word of BOD comes forth to say, thou shalt pay, thou shalt pay, 345 Word of BOD comes forth to say, thou shalt pay. 346 Yet our fantasy will thrive 347 If the BOD does not survive 348 When those robbers we deprive 349 Of our pay, of our pay, 350 Yes the BOD will not survive 351 If we don't pay! 352 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 353 q: what has umpteen legs, erratic worksmanship, and is made of wood? 354 a: A Board of Directors! 355 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 356 The above seemed appropriate at tax time. It is an SCA song about the 357 time ( a few years back), when the BOD decreed that memberships were going 358 to cost more and that you had to be a member or you couldn't (see attached 359 LONG list....). If you let your membership lapse, well milord, I'm sorry 360 but you no longer have ANY of those titles... 361 A compromise was worked out, but there was a revival of an old joke 362 from the LAST time the BOD had gotten 'out-of-hand'. 363 "I hear that the Board of Directors wants to change their name." 364 "Oh? Why?" 365 "They want something that matches their opinion of themselves." 366 "What are they changing it to?" 367 "The 'Group of Directors'" 368 "You mean..." 369 "yep... G.O.D....." 370 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 371 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Dreamtoucher*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 372 Even as the three friends at the inn were about to introduce themselves 373 to THOR, Themnax, in his fully cloaked Lananaran singleship was crusing south, 374 away from the Portland metro area. 375 I hope Ian knows about the tap, Themnax thought to himself, he probably 376 does, he HAS to. Oh well, x(n) has more to worry about then that, besides, 377 this is as much in NET's intrest as it is the H.U.B.'s. He then reached out 378 and typed a complicated set of instructions into the lananaran keyboard built 379 into the single-ship's console. 380 When he hit , all the reports to NET hq pertaining to both recent 381 abductions dumped passed on an auxiliary screen and directly into cindi, his 382 ship's onboard inteligence. 383 'scaning now for those three cars, its voice informed him. 'that fine, 384 keep an eye on them' was his informal command to the system. 385 Touching another (short this time) sequince of keys and ajusting a few 386 controls, his NET tap healed itself back to invisable dormancy. 387 meanwhile, the chase below continued. 'I wonder' themnax mused to himself, 388 if those two seperate abductions might actualy be one and the same, they seam 389 to be in different places yet there almost seems to be a patern. 390 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 391 TAGers: if the blue box on my wrist points at you and goes beep, your down for 392 the count! 393 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 394 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 395 --Sometimes getting back to continue a story is difficult... when I can't 396 get on, I lose the thread. Oh well, the piper was having his fortune told 397 via the Tarot and seemed to be losing conciousness. 398 The piper had a vagrant thought, something about the world turning entirely 399 black and hugging him to keep him warm, when the scene began to clear. He 400 became first concious of the fact that he was no longer at the inn, unless -- 401 no, he was definitely not at the inn -- large horses were most certainly not 402 welcome within the walls and this horse whith which he was nose-to-nose 403 was certainly one of the largest he had ever seen. 404 "And just where did YOU come from?" The voice was accompanied by a metallic 405 clash. 406 Looking upward, the piper became aware of the horse's rider. Covered in 407 uncomfortable-looking plate mail, he seemed immense. 408 "Well, never mind that now. I need a service." The clash came again as 409 the figure leaned forward, a black plume drooping from the crest of the helmet. 410 "Take this cup," he extended a silver flagon in one greaved hand. "And 411 dip me a cool drink from the stream. I'm about to drop of thirst and if 412 I get off this horse, I'll never make it back on." 413 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 414 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=P.B.-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 415 Melopul streamed past the place where the red workers, one by one, 416 gathered thier food and supplies, and followed tham as they carried 417 thier loads toward the center of the city. Then he headed for the main 418 checkpoint. Every Sangrionian passed through these mighty walls as they 419 were assigned new destinations. He followed the swarm of workers as 420 they passed through an area near an opening to the surface, where the 421 workers collected valuable supplies that were deposited there by strange 422 and unknown forces working in the outer world. 423 Then, as he went through as area that was close to the surface, he 424 heard a cry arise from ahead, and rushed forward past the workers to 425 find out what was going on. He found a horde of attacking enemies 426 slaughtering the workers, while a few Patrollers were attempting to hold 427 them off. Melopul rushed forward and joined in the struggel. 428 The white Patrollers surrounded each invader, one by one, and killed 429 it, though one or more of the defenders were inevitably lost. Their only 430 hope lay in their far greater numbers. But the main invading force 431 pressed on, and Melopul found himself being pushed back. He moved over 432 to a wall moniter and flicked it on. 433 "All Life Patrollers." he cried. "We're under attack in Sector Five! 434 Come quickly!!!" Then one of the incaders came after him and he 435 turned to fight......... 436 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=P.B.-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-==-=-=-=-=-=--==- 437 Feeling typetive, will retuern with report this eve/morn! KOSTA 438 439 ago, but I guess there's no way for you to get a copy. 440 S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S --NO-LONGER-FRUSTRATED PROGRAMMER 441 S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S 442 P.B: Your upload problem appears to be that you aren't using a long enough end- 443 of-line delay. It's necessary to wait about 1 second after each CR sent. (With 444 some modems--such as mine--an intercharacter delay is also needed, but you don't 445 seem to miss characters except at the start of the line). I hope your software 446 can be made to do this. Also, be sure to type BOTTOM just before you type 447 ENTER. There was some good information about this on the disks about 10 days 448 ago, but I guess there's no way for you to get a copy. 449 S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S --NO-LONGER-FRUSTRATED PROGRAMMER 450 Well, I thought I finally understood this system, and this time when I uploaded 451 it didn't take the first few lines at all!! (Yes, I DID set the margin larger than 452 my maximum line length). When I repeated the process, everything went okay.... 453 --FRUSTRATED AGAIN!! 454 S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S 455 DEAR FRUSTRATED; YOU LOOK TIRED AND GRUMP. IS YOUR COFFEE GETTING 456 YOU DOWN? MAYBE YOU SHOULD SWITCH TO WELL-BLEND BRAND COFFEE, AND 457 STOP HAVING THOSE ATTACKS OF NERVOUS UPLOADS. WELL-BLEND OFFERS A 458 WIDE CHOICE OF FLAVORS ALONG WITH SEVARAL STRENGTHS TOO. 459 ABBEY 460 {*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}!!!isis!!!{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*} 461 Bard: Magna Carta! Magna Carta! Bite the BOD! 462 Piper: Hmmm...the only time I've ever had anyone lose consciousness during one 463 of my readings was when they went on a little too long ... Nice to see the 464 Book appearing here, though. 465 Tin Man: HI! Nice to see your metal countenance again. 466 All: I'm being lazy again. Overworked people get that way. 467 {*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}!!!isis!!!{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*} 468 ? ? ? ? ? 469 Frustrated: While you're at the "writing an upload program" you might want 470 to take into consideration that those of us who get the lines numbered do 471 not have a full 80 columns left on the screen. More like 75. 472 Tinny: High? 473 MiiiiG: Call sometime 474 ? ? ? ? ? 475 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 476 Frustrated Programmer: I solved the problem by using A.E. I have an apple IIe 477 and what i did to solve the download problem was to type in the story with 478 a text file editor and then proceded to call up Backwater with A.E. and then 479 send it by a "character" sender which inputs the character on the ENTER mode 480 with short pauses with each letters. Thanks for your advice and if all all 481 (thats if at all) possible can you give me any hints such as in that file 482 since I really enjoy writing these little things up. 483 484 thanks P.B. 485 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-==-=-=-=--=-=-==-=-==-=-==-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=- 486 487 "Now don't worry, Mrs. Wilson," said the doctor, as he closed his 488 black bag. "I gave your husband an antidote, and he'll get over his 489 sickness soon enought." 490 "How lond will it be, Doctor?" asked Mrs. Wilson. 491 "A week, at the most," replied the doctor. "The antidote will help 492 but there is a rerrible battle being waged in his body......" 493 494 ------------------------------------------ 495 Well hope you liked it since this is my first one can anyone give me 496 comments and critism.......... thanks..... Oh by the way how does 497 the title "LIFELINE" sounds for the story... 498 499 thanks...P.B. 500 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=P.B.=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 501 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*Dreamtoucher*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 502 While were waiting for THOR to find his woy back to the INN or something 503 else to develop, maybe now would be a good time to tell a little of Themnax's 504 younger life, before he was ever elected 505 to act as a local coordinator, or had he served once shortly, well no mater. 506 Hmmmm , thought for sure that one was around here someware, well how about 507 the time I first joined up with Starspell's gliders at fixed star? 508 The air was sweet with the scent of pine and kit-kit-dizz. A walking stick 509 thumps the ground in sync with a pair of elven feet. Nearby, the padded tread of 510 a large four footed companion. 511 b 512 Too young to be ancient. too old to be young. not nearly as tall as the high ones. 513 Not quite as short as the legendary wolf riders. Humans decay visibly as they 514 age. Elves just get taller. Dreamtoucher's eyes have seen more turns of the 515 seasons than he cares to count. By the standards of elves on other worlds he 516 is still quite young. On the world of two moons, few live long enough to realize this. 517 Off in the distance the cheerful chattering of birds. to his ears it is chearful. 518 To them it is probably the serios bussness of life and death. 519 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* 520 *************************************************************************** 521 Salty and Phil woke refreshed and ready to start getting down to buisness. 522 They needed to aquire help to repair the ship and load supplies, most would 523 be done by the men, but their are somethings that Salty wanted to have done 524 right the first time. 525 **********************************************kathyd**alias-guesswho********* 526 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 527 Isis -- I'm sure the problem is not the fault of the reader -- rather the 528 piper seems to get much too far into these things. Imagine, if you will, 529 giving a reading, then seeing your client begin to fade. Now look at the card.. 530 The piper looked up at the black-plumed knight, then stepped around his 531 huge horse and reached up for the cup. The knight had raised his visor and 532 looked down at the piper from cool, blue eyes, a wisp of light brown hair 533 escaping from the cruel iron of his helmet to be toyed with by the light breeze. 534 "Thank you. I am in your debt." The voice was clear and level, although 535 somehow it held overtones of exhaustion. 536 With a smile, the piper took the cup and turned to find the stream this 537 knight had mentioned. 538 For the first time, the piper became more aware of his surroundings than 539 of his compainion. They stood on a plain between the foothills of a mountain 540 range on one hand and a meandering river valley on the other. Bare of trees 541 and habitation, the plain stretched on, an endless ribbon belting between 542 river and mountains. It was late afternoon, the sun had lost its afternoon 543 heat, leaving memories behind in the smell of the dust. To the east, toward 544 the river, the land fell off into a narrow bottom that contained the river, 545 then rose again to a plain on the other side of the broad valley. In the 546 distance, low foothills heaved themselves out of the plain to stand attendance 547 to another mighty range of mountains, their icy crowns proclaming their 548 sovreignity over the vast distances beyond. 549 The nearby river cut a large arc around where the knight and the piper now 550 stood. Small ravines cut into the plain, deepening down to the river bottom. 551 The piper started down one of these, hoping to come across a stream before he 552 reached the river, but willing to walk some distance if necessary. 553 Towards the bottom of the ravine, the piper came across traces of the passage 554 of a large number of men and horses. Following this track, the piper soon 555 came upon what remained of those who had left the tracks. First, the corpse 556 of a tall man, bloodstained where the haft of a spear protruded from him 557 gave warning as the piper began to crest a small hill. Sick at heart, the 558 piper somehow knew what sight would lay before him as he pressed his weary 559 steps onward. 560 The sights and smells of violent death are not for the weak of stomach. We 561 place a value on life -- a value that is trampled into the earth, defecated 562 upon, and ridiculed in the aftermath of a battle. The constant buzzing of 563 flies in this grim abbatoir sends a gay hum over the red and grey of the 564 colorful scene. The red of spilled and congealed blood is everywhere -- 565 saturating the clay of the earth beyond satiation -- forming a reddish-black 566 jelly that clings to the boots, making the footing on the blood-soaked clay 567 slippery and treacherous. Figures are lying everywhere, some clasped in 568 that last cold intimacy of the dance that led to their death, their swords 569 and spears like the discarded instruments of some crazy orchestra that has 570 just stepped out for a break. Here a young man smiles, as if at a clever 571 joke, his sightless eyes surveying the ruin of what used to be his chest and 572 abdomen, there the intestines of two enemies intertwine in an intimacy that 573 goes far beyond anything that could be achieved in life. 574 Slowing only enough to be sure that none of the participants in this vast 575 pavanne of death still clung to life, the piper hurried on in search of water. 576 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 577 S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S 578 P.B.: I am not familiar with A.E.--I have a TRS-80 and have written all 579 my own software. Since you seem to have solved the intercharacter delay 580 problem, you don't need the hints other people placed here about how to get 581 one (I did not try them, as my own software has the delay capability.) The 582 main information you missed was from Cistop Mikey about WHY intercharacter 583 delays are sometimes necessary (it has to do with modem characteristics) and 584 WHY the end-of-line delay is necessary. BW writes each line to disk when 585 the CR is received, and it's got to find the right place on the disk, which 586 takes time. When you get near the bottom of the disk, one second isn't 587 enough unless you use BOTTOM just before ENTER, which postions the head at 588 the end of the drive before the first line has to be written. 589 Cistop Mikey: Please enlighten me about what happened when I uploaded 590 yesterday! I printed out my capture buffer. My upload procedure was no 591 different from usual and the MA 120 shows before BOTTOM, yet the first 7 592 lines were rejected on the first try. There are prompts in front of them 593 and also strange letters between some lines: e.g. FL F, TS NE NY, and TROL 594 HNEO LOE. Uploading the same text immediately thereafter (having typed MA 595 120 and BOTTOM again) produced no such problem. What am I overlooking? 596 S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S --PUZZLED PROGRAMMER 597 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=S/S/S/ PUZZLED PROGRAMMER -=-=-=-=- 598 Thanks for the info. By knowing now how BW saves the message on the 599 disk after each line I can set my delays for alittle bit longer.. 600 Thanks....P.P. 601 -=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=--P.B.-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 602 PIRNT 603 5555555555555555555555555555555555555555 604 "SIGHTLESS EYES"? HOW ABOUT HEARINGLESS EARS!!! 605 5555555555555555555555555555555555555555 606 607 OOORRRIIIOOONNNOOORRRIIIOOONNNOOORRRIIIOOONNNOOORRRIIIOOONNNOOORRRIIIOOONNN 608 609 There once was a time 610 When the air was clean 611 The waters pure 612 And the forests green 613 614 Then came Man 615 He's killing the land 616 Taking from it 617 All he can 618 619 The air's now black 620 The waters brown 621 The forests burnt 622 To the ground 623 624 When will Man learn 625 To leave the land alone 626 To let the Birds fly 627 The Fish swim... 628 THE FLOWERS GROW TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 628