Subject: The T1 Rebels =humor Date: 11 Nov 98 12:56:51 MST From: T W To: fkusumot@ix.netcom.com The year is 1998. As of yesterday, I am the only remaining T1 player alive in the area. Here is how it happened. That fateful morning I went to a Magic Gathering and announced I was seeking an opponent for a game of Type 1. A smart mouth jumped in my face and told me how nonoriginal "classic" was. It was when I punched him that I realized all 47 people there had assault rifles. With fear in my eyes, I dove through the nearest window and into the front windshield of my car. Luckily, the jolt started the engine as my semi-conscious body came to rest on the gas. Speeding away, I was able to steer my self home. When I arrived, I phoned my friend Bob and told him of the incident. Suddenly, the line went dead. The last thing I heard was a blood-curling scream and the sound of a guillotine blade hitting its mark. The Extermination had begun. Knowing I was next, I had to completely change my identity. I forged my identification, changed my e-mail address(very important), and left my egg covered house(how many days ago was Halloween?). During the day I had to hide in a pile of dung to cover my tracks and prevent the dogs from finding me. The only way I remained sane was by reciting flavor text in my mind. When night finally came, I was able to make my move. About three hours later, I was terribly cold. Luckily, I saw a bonfire ahead. Unluckily, it was my house and I had been walking in a circle the whole time. I was just about to leave when I saw a snoozing guard far from the others. With a judo chop, I had an assault rifle. 1 down, 1,874,838 to go. I figured it was best to think of a battle plan before trying to lay waste to everybody there. My first thought was that I needed to assemble a small rebel force. I set off to find any survivors also hiding in the brush. Now it is getting light again. I am afraid the dogs may find me, so I must prepare my hiding place again. I also must remember to close my mouth when I spread the rancid dung over my face. Yuck. I hear shouts and barks, so I must close for now. I vow to write again... -- Terrence Wong team 47 warhorse gerbil_of_death@usa.net http://members.xoom.com/warhorse47 I hope there will be a part 2. ____________________________________________________________________ Get free e-mail and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1