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Date Posted: 20:57:55 11/23/01 Fri
Author: Barry
Subject: Awakening... again.

He slowly came back to consciousness and immediately started cussing. "Damn that cleric! What the hell is this? Dirt? Oh that just figures! The berks musta buried me!"

He was down there a couple days, he figured, but he didn't yell... had to maintain his dignity, you know. And after a while hey... there was light. And it was good. Yeah, yeah. Someone opened up the grave or whatever it was they had him in and he floated up and out of his tomb.

The floating skull looked around him and saw... zombies. Lots and lots of zombies. Heyyyyy... some of 'em were female! Ha-cha-cha! He floated over to the nearest zombie that looked like it might have had breasts when it was alive. "Hey there tall, withered, and beautiful. Come here often?" He grinned (he always grinned... he was a skull). She didn't even give him the time of day. "Dames!" He snorted as he floated off toward the palace in the distance.

As usual he felt a tug from someone. Damn that cleric! It was always the same. He woke up and there was some berk he had to find. Who knew why? That's just how it always was. For the umpteenth time in his long, long unlife Barry cussed about the cleric.

He floated around by the doors until some zombie (damn... a male) opened them and then he slipped inside. He looked around and if he'd had lips he'd have whistled. Instead he sort of managed to make a whistling noise by forcing air between his front teeth. This was some digs!

He heard voices coming from one of the rooms (the tug was there... but very faint) and he floated into the dining room quietly and unnoticed. What? Were these cutters so used to seeing those zombies that a floating skull was chopped eggroll? Barry floated above the doorway a while listening. They were all talking about some branches of some kind. Yeah, yeah. Another magical artifact. Whooptie-friggin-do. He'd have liked to give these berks the laugh, but he couldn't. The damn tug was here. He was torked that he couldn't tell who it was, even this close. Damn that cleric!

Barry floated over and hovered above the table. "Hey, ya Cutters! What's the chant in this place? And... uh... where in the Planes am I?"

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