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Down by the lakefront the grass gets deep toward the old mill by the stream back when there was such a thing as first hand experience help available. These were noble missions. It wasnít to say that we werenít well paid. Thereís no contradiction in just compensation. Only a clean conscience and sacred retribution for that eternal price which every man must render unto time: his life. Here we find Kronos, asleep in the moss, stricken and crusted with the primordial mud. The Anga monster had left but Kronos hadnít eaten in days.

Something stirred behind a dark and slimy root in the lake and he awoke. He couldnít make out what it was. A figure approached him, dwarfish and scaly, armored with a plasma array that looked like it had been ripped off from some Drekian from Fundament IX.

Date Written: April 09, 2003
Author: Ewan Snow
Average Vote: 3.3333

04/9/2003 anonymous (1):
12/19/2003 Ewan Snow: Wow, I wonder what the fuck I was thinking. I don't even remember this one...
02/22/2004 Phony Millions: Yeah you probably dashed this off in a blue streak; it feels like it's coming from your subconscious!
11/13/2004 John Slocum (5): Love this. What did Matza say? I forget. Get back to you.
11/13/2004 John Slocum: got it: 'sublime stupidity.' Scoop's gonna hate this one. Or maybe he'll love it. Perhaps I'm wrong.
03/22/2005 John Slocum: I *was* wrong. Okay, here we go again, if we could all rally here, perhaps we can put this lovely little gem to bed.
03/22/2005 Mr. Pony: I like that this is your job now, Slocum.
03/23/2005 John Slocum: Thanks for liking that, but now I must ask you to vote, Pony.
03/23/2005 Mr. Pony: I can't. The presence of that paragraph break is confusing the fuck out of me.
03/23/2005 Front (4): sentient yet stoney.