Atlantis Times v1.1 v05n011 From: cotugno@iqe.ethz.ch (Jim Cotugno) Date: Sun, 21 May 1995 00:00:00 +0000 ######################################################################## =-=-= Atlantis Times v1.1 Volume 5 Number 11 =-=-= =-= May 20, 1995 =-= ######################################################################## Words from The Big Guy: Next orders are due Sunday, June 4. Reports will be sent from cotugno@iqe.ethz.ch. For the time being, orders and times entries should be sent to the same old addresses. The Times will most likely come from mp068 for now. Once I get things working, I'll move the orders to iqe, but for now, submit orders as before. Send Times to: jjc@mpa15ab.mv-oc.unisys.com Send Orders to: JJC@MP068.MV-OC.UNISYS.COM Send problems/comments/bug reports/questions to me personally at: jjc@mpa15c.mv-oc.unisys.com I read the mail at the times address once a week, when I'm setting up the Times. I NEVER read mail where the orders go to, so don't send anything but orders there. Good luck, and enjoy. - TBG ######################################################################## Undine and her cousine Selene are reading books and foliants, studying magic and other nice stuff in their room at Tarraspan University. "Have you heard about that evil-doer Vox. Such a nasty beast, he is. Drinking blood, you know?", Undine says. "Aye", says Selene, "I have read in the Newspaper about it." After a short while of thinking she says: "But I have I wonderful idea. Do you remember the lessons of our teacher about psychology and the articles in Atlantis Psych?" "Oh , tell me, what idea? Sorry, I cann't remember those lessons very well." "Just simple. The teachers tells us about that research why some childrens show such an agressive behaviour. The reason is that they are eating a lot of meat. Now,my idea: If this Mr. Vox would change his nutrition to pure vegetables and corn he would getting as peacefull as a sheep, I think and all our problems would be solved." "What a interessting and wonderful idea, Selene. But I see only one problem. WHO SHOULD CONVINCE VOX to become VEGETARIAN?" ######################################################################## - Cowards !!! cried Daquer of Ieyasin, finally we have arrived to have some repeted fun up in Grue-land but now when the strengths are reversed and not so many Z1-natives are present they just have left the place. They even have hanged my poor scout in the highest tree. What savages. Wonder if there are some scouts of theirs that I could let out my fury on. Lets go and have a talk with the priest and his glas-crystal. While Daq is speaking with the Priest four big galleons turn up. Of the gangway ghouls in masses are disembarking and a throne is carried ashore. - Wonder what this fuss is all about Daq says to the priest, could it be that we'll have visitors from the High Council. Well that would at least mean that the Law & Order Campaign finally has gotten top priority with the NW-Council. Well hope I find some enemy scouts to torture while I wait for the new marching orders. What do you see in your crystal priest??? ******** Some days later after some very nice evening of scout butchering the marching orders where finally given. Daquer set his troops in motion following the slimy trails that the ghoul allies left behind. Rumors said that a great General of the Ghoul army had joined the forces and that his cunning would guarrante victory against the huge native forces. But Daquer rather trusted his own knowledge, experience and cunning scouts that saw all enemies even the once hiding in trees pretending to look like bananas. *********** ######################################################################## A nervous grad student shuffled his feet while Jonathan read the report. Jonathan scowled at the grad student. "You are not the first to claim that Atlantis is sinking. The University has researchers all over Atlantis taking measurements. No one has observed any drop in the land's elevation." "None of those observers are in the equatorial regions. You will notice that my theory predicts that the lands at the equator will sink first." - - - - - - - - - A small longboat sailed up to a rocky coastline. The crew finds a small beach to land their craft and they disembark. The mountainous region would be difficult to climb under normal conditions, but the hot, humid weather and their heavy equipment made an especially strenuous journey for them. They found a good place to take measurements from and settled down for the months of observations needed to see if the mountain was shrinking. Soon after they arrived, they heard a lot of noise. It seemed that they were not the first to discover this mountain. Looking around they saw miners. From the colors on their flags, the researchers determined that the miners belonged to The Efficient Empire. "Listen to all that racket, they are likely to wake up a dragon. I don't want to be around when it comes, they don't look strong enough to fight it off." The two researchers packed up their equipment and headed back to their boat. One of the two stumbled and fell down a small cliff. "Go on without me, I won't be able to make it. The research must go on." Unfortunately, the miners heard the fall and came to investigate with their bows ready. The other researcher had only enough time to enter the boat before being struck by a dozen arrows. With the last of his strength, he lit the fuse that would destroy the boat preventing it from falling into the Empire's possession. ######################################################################## Lord Vox looked over the vast hordes of ghouls towards the green- clad enemy troops, bravely holding their ground but soon to fall to the merciless undead onslaught. Ah, yes, it would be a fine month for feeding this time. And even a bit more Diamante blood for the coffers! Vox was interested in tasting the new Z1 vintage, but didn't have high hopes, it seemed rather unimaginative. At any rate, it was time to relay some messages. Vox carefully secured the skin-scroll to the leg of one of his carrier vultures, gave the hideously deformed bird a mental command, and watched it take off in lumbering flight. Then he watched, astonished, as a sheet of brilliant flame rose up less than a mile away, burning the bird and message to a crisp! Vox stared, stunned, at the phenomenon. The enemy wasn't even in that direction! And what manner of terrible spell... A small bespectacled man walked up to Lord Vox, noting his reaction with a happy smile. "Like it? Great stuff, eh? Our latest from the good folks in MIS." Vox stared at the man, considering him with somewhat less respect than a rodent. "Who *are* you, and do you somehow claim responsibility for this fiendish spell which has destroyed my TRAINED CREATION!!?" The little man just broadened his grin. "Yessir, you bet! We call it a 'Firewall'. Every one of your messages is gonna have to go through it from now on!" Vox brought his claws back to disembowel and scatter the impudent pest, but stopped himself at the last moment. Vox's own wizards had a poor reputation for figuring out the unknown, and Vox was paralyzed without his ability to send messages. "What is this 'Firewall', and why have you inflicted it upon me, you insolent worm!?" The little man laughed and twirled a small propeller on his hat. "Oh, it's for your own good, you see. We in MIS are trying to protect you from the consequences of sending a message. It's all part of our new security program. Anyway, if you wait a week or two, we *might* be willing to let you send out one or two birds. But we'll change your signature, just to confuse anyone who might read the message!" Vox sputtered and steamed, as the little weasel turned on his heel and bounced away, clearly in good spirits. Realizing he was powerless to avenge this insult until he could develop a fireproof bird, he turned his attention back to the enemy hordes. Oh boy. They were *really* going to get it. Vox was Not Happy. ######################################################################## -Captain, captain -Yes Martin. What is it? What is so important? -I have been researching and I found.... -What? You found what? -Atlantis is coming to an end or so it seems. -To an end. That is bad news. Is the worst kind of news that anyone can have. What can we do about this? -I don't know sir. -It seems....O darn just when we were about to start such a big projects. Just when we can call the land our land. Why now? -It seems that the mass increase inn atlantis and the appearance of new continents in another dimensions have to do with this. -Well, is time for all the people in atalntis to gather and find a solution for this problem!!. ######################################################################## =-=-= END TIMES 511 =-=-= ######################################################################## Up