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  Subject: RPG Beyond the yellow brick road
  Date: Sun, 17 May 98 23:04:26 -0400
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        *Splash*
        That was the sound of a really huge raindrop slapping against the
  head of a soaked through Cucumber Monk.
        "*achoo!* "
        That was the sound of said Cumonk becoming ill due to her recent
  soaking.
        The tree she was hiding under was afording very little by way of
  protection from the elements. For one thing the rain was falling in
  large
  heavy drops-and for another the wind was blowing the water horizontal.
         Just as suddenly as it started though, it stopped. Five minutes
  later she was wringing out her hair and checking her speed Racer shirt
  for damages. Her hat was totally toasted, and she was thankful that she
  followed the collector's rule of thumb and kept another article for
  display only. So she lost the good shape of the hat she wore but not the
  one she kept away at home. Cold comfort if she couldn't figure out where
  she was.
         There was a brief moment of panic when she considered how she
  could have totally blanked out. Three thoughts had hit her-the Rapture,
  her hypoglycemia had kicked in, or she was dreaming. So far the third
  one
  seemed most probable.
          So she pinched herself....and nothing happened.
          She heard an unearthly horrid scream off to her right and
  jumped,
  clapping her hands over her mouth and crying out into her palms. Then
  again the high pitched scream. It didn't sound closer but it did sound
  more desperate. Knowing she was going to regret this-Stana decided to
  investigate.
          First though she removed her hidden boot knife from its sheath.
  The blade gleamed wickedly in the glinting light, and she was glad she
  had sharpened it. Not that she was sure she could actually use it
  against
  anyone if she had to...but it gave her right hand something to do.
         Taking a deep breath she stepped into the woods and watched as
  darkness slammed down around her. Woodstock she stuffed into her
  backpack
  for safekeeping (having found that near the tree where she tried to take
  shelter) Inside she had found her carrots, celery, as well as her
  juggling Koosh's and pen and paper. Also her all inclusive Herb book and
  sunglasses. Her contacts were in there as well, as were her spare
  glasses. No money although there was nothing new there. A spare pair of
  clothes was a welcome sight-she'd have to find a public restroom to
  change in though.
          The woods were eery and cold. Stana felt her teeth chattering
  and
  clamped her jaw shut. there was no sign of whatever had made that noise.
  She was just about to back out of the wood when there was a massive
  rustling to her left followed by a gleam like lightning and a wild cry
  like fury itself.a large hurtling body coming towards her!
          There was a a large hurtling body coming towards her!
          The girl stumbled back-knowing she couldn't go anywhere, as the
  Unicorn's horn swung to a bead on her chest.

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