From: owner-acka-games@wilma.che.utexas.edu (Ackanomic Games Digest) To: acka-games-digest Subject: Ackanomic Games Digest V2 #116 Reply-To: acka-games@wilma.che.utexas.edu Sender: owner-acka-games@wilma.che.utexas.edu Errors-To: owner-acka-games@wilma.che.utexas.edu Precedence: bulk Ackanomic Games Digest Friday, July 11 1997 Volume 02 : Number 116 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 10 Jul 1997 23:53:33 -0400 (EDT) From: John Frederic Mc Coy Subject: Re: Acka: YORL Play The old gypsy watched from high in the treetops as the battered Solgraite staggered off towards the city, with the threats off Director Stark chasing him down the path. "So," he thought, "It's time." He shivered, although he was bundeled against the cold, and then clambered off through the canopy towards the camp. "So it is Stark?" said Brusari. "Yes, as we had feared it would be. These things have a way of finding the... best equiped, for the job. The Messenger looked like he would have been better off dead, when Stark sent him on his way." Jhonis shivered again. "I don't mind telling you, I had been hoping that our calculations were off, and that this dread curse would pass us by, to trouble some other generation." "That was a false hope, the signs were unmistakable. I don't blame you though, even if we suceed, we will be lucky to come out of this sane, or alive." Brusari stirred the fire. "Still, we have been preparing all our lives... in a way it feels good to know that it will soon be over with, one way or another." "Well, the Messenger is well on his way back to that awful Priest," said Jhonis. "I have several men watching him, although Stark's security men are going to make that difficult. We should know when he arrives, and then our parts in this monstrosity will really begin." play: gypsy - Vynd jmccoy@umich.edu ------------------------------ End of Ackanomic Games Digest V2 #116 *************************************