From dannimal@engin.umich.eduFri Mar 24 14:36:20 1995 Date: Fri, 24 Mar 1995 13:44:45 -0500 (EST) From: Dann Fuller To: shadows@umich.edu Subject: Ulysses' Diary Well, that felt good. I believe that the phrase "Bender" is in order. But, the armor works. Sort of, anyway. Indestructable, yes. Impact absorbing, no. Hard to make, yes. We all headed off to Chaos, to install Laughter as head of house whatever, and Mok went to Gaia to bring his wonder army, and was going to meet us at Ygg. Sadly, it was not to be. We came across a battered Eric on the way, and sent him to Gerard. Right after which, my favorite mode of transportation made itself available. How do Merron and Shandril do that shit? Grrrr. Well, I end up in this giant maze, armored like a tank, and toting two large beam weapons, with enough recharge to level a small country. So, I use said weapons to make hand and foot holds in the wall. Rule number one of being fucked with: Don't play by their rules. So, once atop the wall, I begin walking. Eventually, I see a figure also on the way, way off in the distance. So, I fire up into the air, beacon style. I also happen across a 'damsel in distress'. Right. Liek it's not a freakin trap. So, I gun down the two minotaurs who are eating the chick, and wait for the person on the wall to show up. He does. It's Archi. Cool. He had a bettter method of going up and down than I, but then, he can conjure. We went down, and helped the woman, who turns out to be Sand. Nice teeth. Ugh. She starts mucking with the guns, and we start blowing holes in walls, to get our ass out of this place. See Rule #1. It's some point later that Melanie arrives, winged and ugly. She indicates that she can move us out of here, one at a time. Archi, desparate to get to the demon swamped Laughter, goes first. Eventually, Sand, Sandr and I get to the Demon Underworld, via Ygg. That's where I went a little crazy. I saw hordes of demons, most of which were surrounding Laughter and Mok, and I remembered Archi's favor. I flipped both blasters to liquify, and pointed them in Laughter's direction. Marching slowly towards Laughter, mowing down anything that thought to get in my way. I got ot Laughter, and grabbed her, taking us both to Foil. She was pissed, but I explained to her that Archi had asked me to protect her, and she decided to be pissed at him. I ended up in a bedroom in Foil, looking over some basic sketches so I can teach Sylvie and Sandr how to draw Trump. I was also pondering the application of this new Trump Theory to Weapons. What if I did this to a sword? Or if I could work up a better defense? Anyway, Sandr comes in on crutches. Apparently he broke his leg in the fall. Why he hasn't taken himself to a fast, high tech shadow to have them heal it, I have no clue. He starts talking about twinkies, and some other nonsense, and then aske me if I'm alright. I explain the last month of my life to him, and he backs off a little. He then proceeds to tell me that Random is missing, and that Archi wants him to find him. But, since it's no big deal, he'll get to it later. I take this opportunity to remind Sandr of the oath he took, and that he should make finding Random a priority. He doesn't get the hint, so I start yelling at him. He gets all defensive, telling me how I'm just like his dad, and that the game has swallowed me up, and other babble. How I'm a hypocrite, and I suck, and yakkity schmakkity. I didn't say it, but I should have told him that I warned him I was like that. He never would have listened, anyway. He doesn't get that he's a cousin, and that my direct family is more important. He gets pissed because I'm trying to be a father to Sylvie, and not a lover to him. Fool. He ended up storming off complaining about the game, and quitting. Whatever. He'd better find Random, though. I've got to get back to finding a way to make the armor impact absorbent. ______________________________________________________________________________ Dann Fuller Journ Tarmakk Prince Ulysses of Amber Mac/IBM Repair Chancellor, Eternal Ban Trump Artist, Alcoholic, CAEN Service Center Technicolor Conjuror Nymphomaniac, and all 313-763-5413 Eternal Citadel, Faerun around fun guy. --- dannimal@engin.umich.edu --- Golf, an relaxing break from the hassle of the rat race, constantly interrupted by an annoying little white ball. ______________________________________________________________________________