Atlantis 3.0: Times 82 From: Geoff Dunbar <gdunbar@atlantis.prankster.com> Date: Sun, 25 Jan 1998 00:00:00 +0000 Subject: Atlantis 3.0: Times 82 Atlantis 3.0 Times October, 7 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Email admin30@prankster.com with game issues. Visit http://www.prankster.com (or email atlantis@prankster.com) for information or to join. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chronicles of The Tribe A decision was made: We are going full trade. The CEOS had finally overthrown the mages. This is the beginning of a new era for the Tribe, an era of greed and capitalism. Gee, that sounds bad, doesn't it??? Paulo, Parrot-Man of The Tribe (123) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ An assortment of politicians and petty officials were warming up at the start line. They were allowed thirty seconds head start. Then the citizenry could chase. On this day any they caught could be lawfully torn to shreds. It was becoming quite a tourist attraction. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Because of the lack of decent articles in the Times, the Citizens Interested in Decent Articles in the Times (CIDAT), has decided to bring in outside help to improve the quality in the Times. To this end, we are happy to bring you "As the Balrog Burns", one of the finest serial drama series ever. We joins our syndicated program already in progress... --------------------------------------------------------------------- - "Dammit, Saris, I told you to get those....things....under control!" "I did. Unfortunately you can't keep those orcs of your under control. What do expect a demon to do when you start poking it with a sharp stick. You're lucky those imps didn't keep on going after they finished with the orcs." Saris Finangler glared back at his commmanding officer, although he didn't think of him in that way. Barack was nothing more to him than a source of income and resources. Panthonios Barack continued his glare. He specially cultivated this glare to use on unruly troops. Few people could withstand the full glare. However he didn't know that demonologists were made of quite stern stuff...at least the ones that lived long. "Alright, alright, I'll keep the troops away from your damn pets. Now, give me your report on the mage corps." Saris' glare turned into a smile of smug satisfaction. "Everything is going according to schedule perfectly, just as I said. Item production is slowly increasing as we train new apprentice mage in the proper arts. Hopefully Dallase's miners and smiths can continue to produce at their current levels for a while. Are the supply wagons still moving?" "Yes, yes, you let me worry about the wagons. Now what new stuff can you tell me about? I need to know what I have to use for the next offensive." "I have very little new. New research is hampered out here in the field. We only have a basic laboratory to work with." "WHAT?!? I thought you were a great mage, able to work all kinds of wonders! You don't see any of the other leaders complaining..." "They are soldiers. The tools to their trade are swords, bows, backpacks, and field rations. We are mages. The tools to out trade is a well-stocked laboratory. I would love to see you wage a war armed with dull knives and moldy meat." "I don't want to hear any excuses from you or your prissy mages with their boring card tricks!" hollered General Barack. Saris replied with a slight smile, "Of course we could increase our research by using that wagon over there as a laboratory instead of its current use...I believe it houses your personal harem...oh... does your wife know about them?" Barack stalks away muttering... --------------------------------------------------------------------- -- In another part of the camp... "Hey, Petro, I got a letter from my girl!" "Heh, she cute?" "Course he is? You think I'm gonna be with some hag?" "Well...." "Shaddap ya worthless chump. Ahh...she tells me she thinks of me everyday. She's a great girl." "My girl said the same thing. God, I can't wait to get some leave time to go see her." "Know what you mean. Hmm...says she's working at a tavern in Durness." "Which one? My girl got a job at a tavern there too." "Umm...lesse...its called The Dancing Cat. You ever hear of it?" "Yeah, my girl is working there too! They probably know each other!" "Huh? Ain't that a weird thing...arg...I hate it when she calls me by a pet name." Perto grins at his friend, "What she call ya?" "Snooglebubby...I hate that name..." Petro's smile fades. "Snooglebubby? How tall is she?" "What? Her head reaches my shoulder...why?" "Flame red hair?" "Yeah..." "Grey eyes?" "Yeah...big mole on her left hip?" "Yeah...you know what....I think my girl knows your girl _real_ well..." "Why that low down, two-timing, chicken legged, crooked toothed bi---- --------------------------------------------------------------------- - Stay tuned for the next installment of "As the Balrog Burns"! Brought to you by Stance's Fish Market! "If you smell fish, it could be Stance!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Where have all the people gone? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ OK, I thinks it is time to cancel the automatic 50 silv and try to revive this periodical. I think there should be a 100-200 silv reward of unclaimed silver for an article. It is hard to believe there is no more to be said or any of those battle reports. TWB ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Up