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eeyore
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A New Beginning
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Jun 26 13:35 UTC 2001 |
....and you land with a bump. Sitting up, you shake your head, trying
to remember what just happened. Who knows....all that matters now is that
you are in another place. And you are afraid you know where.
It's hot. It's *really* hot. And standing in front of you is a long
line of sweaty people. You decide to go 'sploring, but as you start to wander
off the path, a little guy dressed all in red, with horns and a tail pokes
you with his pitchfork, prodding you into line with the rest. Escape is
futile.
When you finally manage to make it to the front of the line, before
you stands a massive pair of pearly gates. You always kinda wondered how
black pearls were made, but figure now isn't the time to ask. In front of
the gates stands two women, both of splendid beauty, both with fangs and
black lacy wings. They have a magnificent book laid open before them, and
as you approach, they stare at you as if too look into your soul. You
wonder if they find you worthy.
"Who are you?" asks one. "What is your journey?" asks the other. As
you automatically answer their questions, you realize that they are writing
it all down, keeping you and your life story trapped in the
BOOK OF INFERNO
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eeyore
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response 1 of 85:
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Jun 30 06:40 UTC 2001 |
Welcome home. :)
This has been a time in coming, but we are now where we belong.
For those of you that don't know, I am Megan, one of your hosts for this
journey. I am mostly friendly. :)
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lynne
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response 2 of 85:
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Jun 30 15:21 UTC 2001 |
Funny, I don't recall Ann Arbor looking quite like this...
Love the flame effects, though!
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eeyore
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response 3 of 85:
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Jun 30 16:36 UTC 2001 |
I had fun with those. :)
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mooncat
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response 4 of 85:
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Jul 1 04:48 UTC 2001 |
Very nice, very nice... Now, where's my penthouse with the nice view of
the fiery pits?
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eeyore
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response 5 of 85:
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Jul 1 06:50 UTC 2001 |
'Scuse me, you are already making demands, and you haven't even bothered to
identify yourself. *Now* who is the Flying Bitch Goddess?
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clees
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response 6 of 85:
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Jul 1 20:24 UTC 2001 |
Don't mind my questioning, but aren't you???
I guess I made it to Hell for being agnostic.
So, please help me here: how can I recognize a goddess when I don't believe?
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eeyore
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response 7 of 85:
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Jul 2 04:38 UTC 2001 |
All you need to know is that I am a goddess. What else do you need? :)
Introduce yourselves, damnit! That's what the obligatory introduction item
is all about!!!
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clees
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response 8 of 85:
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Jul 2 06:44 UTC 2001 |
This goddess calls me names.
If rotten souls aren't welcome even in the pits of heel, where to go
after death?
Heaven forbid I'd have to go meet my maker.
'Kay.
Here's the drill.
A man from Flatland.
Through his life subject tried to spoil innocent grex souls and lure
them into visiting this two dimensional country.
People referred to him as the wanderer with the combat boots.
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jiffer
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response 9 of 85:
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Jul 3 03:37 UTC 2001 |
I brought the napalm!
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lynne
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response 10 of 85:
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Jul 4 16:43 UTC 2001 |
Your choice of flammable solvents; brought to you by NIH and the chemistry
department at MIT. May we recommend ether? A light, mobile solvent,
eminently flammable with an exceptionally low flash point, it's also good
for forming explosive peroxides and anesthetizing people. A perfect
complement to any meal of lost souls!
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vidar
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response 11 of 85:
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Jul 4 22:23 UTC 2001 |
I'm Bjorn, and as far as I can tell my worst sin is that horrible war I
had with Sky Woodman several years ago.
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bhelliom
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response 12 of 85:
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Jul 10 14:14 UTC 2001 |
I'm back! Normally I'm up with the humans livin' large this time of
year, but the Husband got lonely, so I've decided to visit. So if it
starts to snow, let me know. I'll have to go and speak with Ma about
it, since HP doens't want much to do with the in-laws.
In real life, ya'll know who I am. Applause is not necessary but is
not unwanted :) Currently I'm pretending to insert myself into the
real world and hold gainful, well-paid and creative employment, until I
can't stand it any longer and find myself back in school. Again.
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eeyore
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response 13 of 85:
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Jul 10 15:17 UTC 2001 |
Am I the hubby or Ma? :)
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bhelliom
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response 14 of 85:
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Jul 10 16:12 UTC 2001 |
I don't know. Havent' gotten that far. But since you've named
yourself FBG, why not be the Ma. But you can't be the Ma, 'cause she
doesn't want to be here. You're my sister-in-law.
Check out the Toybox Item! I'm tempted to link it to Agora.
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eeyore
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response 15 of 85:
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Jul 10 16:44 UTC 2001 |
I shudder to think. :)
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bhelliom
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response 16 of 85:
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Jul 10 17:35 UTC 2001 |
Hey, I think it's pretty good . . . :)
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clees
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response 17 of 85:
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Jul 10 21:57 UTC 2001 |
Eh... lemmesee. A sister in law that is your ma.
Man, that sounds all too 'Deleverance' to me.
Another shudder to think.
Would I be courageous enough to go and face the battling banjos?
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eeyore
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response 18 of 85:
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Jul 10 21:58 UTC 2001 |
Wahl, you knew we're frum the Sowth.
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bhelliom
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response 19 of 85:
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Jul 11 12:49 UTC 2001 |
Actually, Rick, that's Dueling Banjos/banjoes.
And I meant that she would be my Sister-in-law instead of my mother.
don't you know the story of Persephone?
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mooncat
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response 20 of 85:
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Jul 11 15:52 UTC 2001 |
Introduce myself? Shyeah, right. Everyone already knows me, why should
I introduce myself?
All right fine, I'm the Mooncat... I hang out with Persophone and the
Flying Bitch Goddess (when time permits of course...)
(FBG- you happy now? :p)
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clees
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response 21 of 85:
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Jul 11 19:05 UTC 2001 |
Sylvia, I am a barbarian.
Never had classical scholling coming from a reg. High school. (But we
discussed the topic of our respective school systems in '98 and they are
incomparible.
Persephone eludes me.
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bhelliom
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response 22 of 85:
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Jul 11 20:09 UTC 2001 |
Hades, the God of the underworld, scince brother Zues took the heavens
and Poseidon the earth/seas, fell in love with a "maiden" by the name
of Persephone. He kidnapped her and took her down to the underworld
with him. Demeter, her mother (would one describe her as the Goddess
of nature/Earth Mother type?), distraught over her daughter's
abduction, made the plants wither, the leaves fall and the sky grey,
and rained snow upon the land. You can imagine what that did to the
golden apple crop? Unfortunately, Persephone couldn't just waltz out
of hell with so much as a by your leave, since she had eaten some type
of fruit, if I remember correctly. Thankfully she'd only eaten half.
Zeus, using his skills at collective bargaining made an 11th hour
agreement between Hades and Demeter, whereupon the potential hubby and
mother got join custody over Persephone. During the time that
Persephone is with her mother, it is sunny and warm, and while she is
with Hades, she mourns her daughters absense (talk about needing to cut
the apron strings!) and the earth is cold and life is dormant. So,
onviously I'm not supposed to be here, unledd you count the Australia's
winter as a sign that my mother's pissed that I skipped out :)
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clees
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response 23 of 85:
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Jul 11 22:13 UTC 2001 |
Thanks and with such eloquence too!
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eeyore
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response 24 of 85:
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Jul 12 06:45 UTC 2001 |
Anne: I'll think about it and get back to you later. :)
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