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From: jordan@greipa.UUCP (Jordan K. Hubbard)
Newsgroups: net.bizarre
Subject: Re: Net Fiction
Message-ID: <314@greipa.UUCP>
Date: Fri, 2-Aug-85 13:31:33 EDT
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Posted: Fri Aug  2 13:31:33 1985
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I knew we were going to get several diverging versions of this,
but I'll follow up on the most promising one.

In article <293@tove.UUCP> israel@tove.UUCP (Bruce israel) writes:
>In article <1217@sjuvax.UUCP> tmoody@sjuvax.UUCP (T. Moody) writes:
>>I had an idea that a collaborative work of fiction could be created
>>on the net.
>>
>>(Here goes...)
>>-----------------
>>     The distant sound of sirens was soothing to
>>Pradip Snodgrass.  With grim determination, he seized
>>his ten-foot blowgun, a kosher pickle, and a used but
>>serviceable colonoscope.  It's time, he thought, for
>>somebody to *do* something.
>
>As he headed for the the nearest sewer system entrance, he heard
>a rustling in the bushes.  Not wanting to get caught with his pants
>down, he quickly loaded his blowgun with his pickle and waltzed
>confidently towards the noise.  It was Marlene, his blonde, one-legged,
>Jello wrestling landlady.  With a sharp intake of breath he inhaled
>half his pickle.
>

"What's your sign?", he gasped. Choking on his pickle. "Don't give
me any of that crap!", she fumed, "where's my sea-lion skin?".
He dodged a piece of jello and charged her with the colonoscope.
"Yeeeaarrgh!" she said, closely approximating the sound of a wounded
bull elk. She tried to hobble away but was unable to dodge in time. The
colonoscope performed its intended function and she was rendered helpless.
He cackled in an suitably evil fashion and wiped off the 'scope. The sirens
were getting closer, it was time for him to go 'underground'.
He stooped to lift the manhole cover leading into the sewer, eager to
re-enter the only place he could call home. He deftly pried the cover
from its resting place in the street bed and lowered himself into the
hole, sliding the cover into place over his head.

As his eyes became acustomed to the darkness he became aware of
a presence next to him. A tiny cigarette flared and he was greeted
by the spectacle of a large rodent wearing a grey trench coat (suitably
tailored) and a black fedora hat. The rodent took a drag on his cigarette
and gave him a conspiratorial wink. "I've been waiting for you", it said.
-- 
		Jordan K. Hubbard
		{pesnta, decwrl, dual, pyramid}!greipa!jordan

		"Here we have two bull limpits, locked in a life-or-death
		"struggle."