ARENA: An arrival. From: zamick@brushfire.rutgers.edu (Jonny the Z) Date: Tue, 28 Sep 1993 14:12:09 +0000 Heading into the arena is a ragged group of men glancing nervously about as they herd someone in. Their leader, his helmet sporting a broken horn, and a patch over one eye or the other, smiles gaptoothed to the arena handlers, while his men mill nervously about talking amongst themselves. "Are we afloat? I don't want to sink again." "Something is going to go wrong of course." "We must be stupider than Groo." The leader, ignoring his men, sports a rather untrustworthy smile for the arena manager. "I would like to register a new competitor for the Arena. All winnings of course will go to me..." He glances back at the goggle of men, and continues "... in trust of course for my companion who is neither Groo nor has he ever heard of anyone by such a name." Returning with the registration stub to his men, he shuffles to the middle to talk to someone there. "Ok friend Groo. As I told you, we have here the Annual Cheese Dip (TM) Competition. All you need to win the Holy Plate of Everflowing Cheese Dip (TM) is go defeat everyone else in the arena. Understand?" His colleague nods "Groo understands, and Groo will do what Groo do best." At this he draws his weapons, and begins filetting all those near as he dives into the stands. As the pirates get stomped (as customary :) "I knew this was a bad idea." "Well at least Groo never changes." "At least I didn't die from drowning." So far.... Groo 9, random spectators 1. And as Groo goes tearing off, a small muttly mutt smiles and trots along afterwards thinking . o O (Groo is my hero!!!!) ------------- Wah... no Katanas for Groo to filet with. :( Hey can we get katanas added for the upcoming game for a good deal of money? Huh huh huh? Up