From: Date: Sat, 11 Jul 1998 21:51:39 EDT Subject: Some Post Written by Some Guy Roland was cold, tired, and pissed off. Last time he trusted his goddamn intuition. There was absolutely nothing. Nothing. Just a huge field of white, like a blank piece of paper or something. Shit. He put down what little remained of his gear and began building the snow hut that had kept him alive the past few nights. He'd gotten about half-finished when the whole thing suddenly collapsed. Outwardly impassive though he might have been, his mind was screaming obscenities in all the languages of Mid-World. When his mind finally settled down and he started paying attention to the real world again he noticed that his pants were wet. He stood up and realized that the snow around him was melting rapidly. A few second later and there was a circle of bare rock surrounding him for about a foot in all directions. Past that the snow stretched on forever, or so it seemed. For one of the few times in his life the gunslinger had absolutely no idea what the hell was going on. And then SHE showed up.