Argon - Editor
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Vulpnine Killed In Tragic Accident
This week, Alicia Vulpnine, local Kitsune was killed in an as
yet unexplained crash. Several residents of SpinDizzy, responding
to a bright flash seen near RP Central, found a large crater and
what appeared to be a robot at it's bottom. Mouser, Boki,
Reiter, Rown and Argon, arrived to investigate the flash, and
discovered that it wasn't a robot in the crater, but a 'Gundam'
suit. Closer examination revealed that Alicia was inside
it. More like wearing it as the whole thing wasn't much
taller than 6 feet.
After figuring out how to remove the helmet, it looked grim
as Argon could find no pulse. A strangely glowing pendent
fell from around Alicia's neck, which Boki laid immediate claim
to. After fooling around a bit, (None of the folks were
Gundam fans and really had little idea what the standard protocol
was) a lever was found which released Alicia from the
suit. CPR was started at once but to no effect. Just
as it became obvious that Alica could not be saved by those
present, a computer generated voice emanated from the Gundam
indicating that the pendent, which Boki had laid claim to,
contained Alicia's 'essence' and that if returned to the lab in
her dome, it could bring Alicia back through a clone
there. Boki graciously gave the pendent back, and the
group transported Alicia's body to her dome. Argon laid Alicia's
body next to the clone, and he and the others were told she had
some chance of recovery.
Reports of Alicia, or her specter have been rumored but as of
press time, no further information has been available. Condolences
may be made to any of Alicia's many heirs.
Spirit Grants Wishes
Thursday, November 8
Time: Past your bedtime
The place: The Rose Garden
In a surprisingly feat of versatility, I, Eris Connolly,
everyone's *favorite* dead girl, embarked on a quest to become
a different supernatural entity entirely, a genie! Making my
home in an empty Coke bottle (only after it had been rinsed
out, mind you) I was summoned by local centaur, Argon, and
thereby granted him three wishes, such as they were. Having no
formal genie experience, I made no promises as to the actual
wish-granting capabilities I had. But it was worth a try
anyway. And I had nothing better to do that evening.
Argon's first wish after having summoned me from the Coke
bottle was selfless, granting Cye her wish of no longer being
50 feet tall. I suppose that was a really nice thing to do,
and it turned out rather well. The wish actually came true,
and Cye was resized to a much more reasonable height.
At this point, several other suggestions were made to Argon
concerning what he should wish for. For his second wish, it
was given to local Jellicle, PatchO'Black, who wished he
to a beautiful Jellicle cat." Seeing as this was already
true, it was a pretty easy wish to grant. No sweat. Two down,
one to go.
The final wish proved the most vexing, as Argon couldn't make
up his mind. Having been warned by movies and television that
vast, world-changing wishes tended not to work very well in
the end, Argon instead wished that there was a VT200
compatible MUCK client with a spell-checker and timed auto
message sending. This final wish was granted with minimal
difficulty, but being bound by the letter of the wish, he
never actually said he wanted it or could
use it. So for the PC-using centaur, he received the exact
client he described, in Macintosh format.
unbelievable has finally happened. After years of failed plots
and senseless mayhem Mortician, Spindizzy Wallaby and evil SED
leader, pulled off the heist of the year. A daring scheme
conceived and executed flawlessly by the master of SED himself.
How could this have happened?
As has been tradition in SpinDizzy for the past couple of
years, Morticon held his yearly banquet inviting all from SpinDizzy
to come and indulge in a myriad of foods and drink. This year
was no exception but unlike previous years Morticon invited Suri,
local Lemur and SpinDizzy regular as well as budding poet to
recite her latest poem about him entitled, “Wallaby
He's brown, and short.
And he'll sell you a Lemur, if you give him
All were treated to her wonderful poetic verse while they
supped and as a surprise Suri recited another new poem too.
Everyone loved her wit and free verse as well as her metered
second poem, “Pointy pointy Wallaby”.
Pointy, pointy Wallaby!
Has a pouch, but's still a 'he'.
Stick a kworter in his ear...
Get a Lemur, never fear!
After everyone attending applauded Suri, Morticon turned
everyone’s attention to the food and drink asking all to get
their fill and even take what they wanted with them when they
left. After everyone did then he directed our attention to the
door to exit and thanked everyone for attending.
Once out the door though, we were dropped through a trap
door that placed us all together in a dungeon room where
Morticon demanded we turn over what we were carrying to him.
Then he demanded everyone say “I obey Morticon” to be
released. Unknown to him or his SED probe, everyone crossed
their fingers behind their back when they said it making the
gesture null and void and taking away at least one little
victory from Morti.
Delights At Morticon's Banquet
year’s banquet with Morticon was once again the apex of
culinary dispensation. There was far more food than in previous
years so the opportunity for me to try the different types made
it a very interesting evening and I have my results of the
banquet ready for you to cross your palette with.
The food was catered by SED catering services, a division
of SED international and run by Morticon who admitted he was too
lazy to do the cooking this year.
The appetizers were the usual hors d’oeuvres with a few
stuffed jalapenos and blooming onions thrown in as well. As
appetizers go, they didn’t do much for mine, of course when
you’re my size one tray of hors d’oeuvers
just don’t cut it and the servers wouldn’t bring me
any more trays after I ate the first one.
Now we come to the entrée. There was a variety
of meats, vegetables and fruits to suit even the most
temperamental of digestive tracts. Between helping my plate
dodge the nonstop attacks from Mouser, I had little time to
sample all of them so I’ll have to go by what other’s
reactions were to the food.
Turkey: Mouser ate whole legs without chewing and lived.
Beef: Mouser ate whole slices and didn’t die.
There was no mutton. Either Morticon couldn’t catch the
sheep or he was related somehow. :-p
Vegetables included the usual succotash plus potatoes,
carrots, peas, beets and Morticon’s favorite Artichoke.
Weedy munched on the greens available and even with her
sensitive equine digestive tract she fared very well making the
greens safe territory for the rest of us.
Several health inspectors were looking into the
possibility that Salmonella was in the potato salad but Morticon
assured them that old Sal was in the Spindizzy lake swimming
with the fishes. He made certain of it himself. Of course the
inspectors were employees of SED and immediately accepted
Morti’s explanation. We all avoided the potato salad.
Fruits came from all over the world and Suri ate her fill
of them. She’s still alive so I’m assuming they were okay
Wines covered the entire spectrum of the cheap table
variety. Morticon did make certain that I had my favorite served
to me though, Merlot. Unfortunately it was SED brand and a very
poor version too. I didn’t die so it’s safe to assume it was
okay, just cheap.
All in all it wasn’t a bad meal but the price was way
too high as we all found out afterwards. You could say that we
asked in this week's survey, "I'm doing a survey to be
published in @Action News. The question is, 'Is
Daylight Savings Time a good thing, or should the clocks be left
says, "Leave clocks alone!"
speaks, "Clocks should be set back and left there.
says, "We have enough setbacks in life, why set the
clocks back too?"
says, "I'll say... 'set
the clocks either one-half-hour forward or back, then
leave them alone'."
says, "Ouch. And leave them the clocks alone."
doesn't have a clock. O.o
"I think it's a good thing. Hasn't hurt anyone yet.
Try living in Newfoundland where they put back the clocks
2 hours one year.."
hisses, "They should abolish time zones completely
and go back to local solar time, the way it was 100 years
ago or so. With computers these days you don't need to
worry about time conversion tables anymore. As for DST, it
should be abolished, and the work day should be fixed
starting at local sunrise. It's about time people got back
to the planet's rhythm..."
says, "I'm from a deep space colony. DST means
nothing to me!"
telempathy-sings, "I think we should make crystal
clocks that measure precisely the tick of the
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