Date: 12/31/1997 3:28 AM Central Standard Time
From: SpifyMcBng
Wrrrrr.... The noise was awfully distant, even to his sharp ears.Wrrrr.... As he approached, it seemed to get louder..and louder..Wrrrr.... What was that? Were those people in the distance?Wrrrrrrrrr.... CRASH!!Goon jumped at the loud noise. Turning his head, his eyes bulged at the sight. A tree had fallen! And there were men standing at the base with big metal things..what in the world were they?As they began to move towards another tree, Goon positioned himself carefully. His time in the forest had taught him where to step without much sound, where the ground would absorb the noise made by his heavy feet. The men, not noticing anything odd, revved up their chainsaws again, and starting cutting into the tree. The big man's eyes widened as the metal teeth tore through the bark, through the pulp, and out the other side. With another crash,that tree fell to the ground, beside its neighbor."No hurt tree! Stop make tree fall!" Goon's words were loud and rang through the forest as he bounded out of hiding, charging the loggers with a ferocious intensity. Both men looked up as he ran towards them, but their reactions differed- one tried to start up his chainsaw again, while the other just froze. As Goon approached, the motor roared to life.BAM!CRASH!The logger lay there, unconscious, saw in two pieces about twenty feet away. With a menacing stare, Goon turned to the other logger, intent on protecting his home. "Go way! No hurt tree!" Not being attacked, the scared man took the opportunity to grab his friend and drag him away. Frustrated that he was now in a bad mood, Goon walked back into the forest, wondering why they would do such a thing.An hour passed. Once more Goon heard the whirring of the saws in the distance. Now that he knew what they were for, he charged out to meet them. This time, however, there were at least twenty people standing there. Two chopped, the rest seemed to be lookouts- and they all had axes. Real axes, not chainsaws. Goon recognized the situation for what it was- not good if he decided to fight them all. On top of that, twenty came back after he droveaway two- would two hundred come back if he drove away twenty? The numbers became mind-boggling to Goon, and he ran off to town in search of help.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------((Feel free to jump in at any time. I'm hoping to get a significant amount of response to this, so that we can actually have an SL take off in this folder. As far as helping Goon- he's just running through town, looking for anyone he might recognize. Feel free to meet up with him wherever, but the first response wins- i.e., if someone starts talking to Goon in front of the Red Dragon Inn, he won't be in the Outback for someone else to meet up withhim unless I say in a post that he heads there.Also, whoever does find him and decide to help, assume he relates everything that he saw- everything in this post.Shank yas!Spiffy))
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Re: Trees fall down, go boom!
Date: 12/31/1997 5:02 AM Central Standard Time
From: JammerZ33
Ryan was muttering to himself, cleaning up the results of yet another night's revelries in the Outback when Goon smashed his way through the door and down the steps. "Great, more clean-up" he thought at first, until he saw the panicked look on Goon's face. Putting down the dishrag and mug, he ran over to Goon, concerned. "Goon, what's wrong? By the gods, man, you look terrible!"
As Goon explained what was happening in the forest, Ryan's face hardened. He'd seen this too many times, and no matter where he was, it was always the same. "Who cares about the ecosystem, as long as I can make a buck?" was the general thought of people like the ones that Goon had run off. Ryan thought hard for a moment as Goon babbled excitedly. "I might still have a case or two of gel rounds left, and I knew that crate of flash grenades would
finally come in handy some day...." He might not like these guys, but Ryan sure as heck wasn't going to kill anyone....not if he could help it, anyway.
Ryan finally clapped Goon on the shoulder. "Count me in, big guy.....now let's go find some others....we'll need as much help as we can!"
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From: JammerZ33
Ryan was muttering to himself, cleaning up the results of yet another night's revelries in the Outback when Goon smashed his way through the door and down the steps. "Great, more clean-up" he thought at first, until he saw the panicked look on Goon's face. Putting down the dishrag and mug, he ran over to Goon, concerned. "Goon, what's wrong? By the gods, man, you look terrible!"
As Goon explained what was happening in the forest, Ryan's face hardened. He'd seen this too many times, and no matter where he was, it was always the same. "Who cares about the ecosystem, as long as I can make a buck?" was the general thought of people like the ones that Goon had run off. Ryan thought hard for a moment as Goon babbled excitedly. "I might still have a case or two of gel rounds left, and I knew that crate of flash grenades would
finally come in handy some day...." He might not like these guys, but Ryan sure as heck wasn't going to kill anyone....not if he could help it, anyway.
Ryan finally clapped Goon on the shoulder. "Count me in, big guy.....now let's go find some others....we'll need as much help as we can!"
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Re: Trees fall down, go boom!
Date: 12/31/1997 2:05 PM Central Standard Time
From: Cntrayst17
..while returning from a tireing and opressive history lesson after breaking into the Toned Carbon Inst...Cntrayst....walks past a conversation between Goon and Ryan....overhearing the heated discusion about some one cutting down trees...Clone makes a jolting movement to walk toward them, but feels the pain of his wounds....
....but Clones compasion for animals and dislike of habitat distuction causes him to make a decision...he walks toward the Red Dragon Inns for some recooperation...and sends his White Orb of Magic to inconspicuously follow the two by hovering 1 mile above them....as an overseer...protector....and a mental link with Clone.....
From: Cntrayst17
..while returning from a tireing and opressive history lesson after breaking into the Toned Carbon Inst...Cntrayst....walks past a conversation between Goon and Ryan....overhearing the heated discusion about some one cutting down trees...Clone makes a jolting movement to walk toward them, but feels the pain of his wounds....
....but Clones compasion for animals and dislike of habitat distuction causes him to make a decision...he walks toward the Red Dragon Inns for some recooperation...and sends his White Orb of Magic to inconspicuously follow the two by hovering 1 mile above them....as an overseer...protector....and a mental link with Clone.....
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Re: Trees fall down, go boom!
Date: 12/31/1997 3:08 PM Central Standard Time
From: Goldglo
He was in one of the rooms on the second floor of the Outback--a room he used to work when he needed some peace and quiet. Unfortunately, peace and quiet seemed to elude him today as he heard something, or someone, crash into the Outback. The noise, followed by the muffled sounds half-constructed sentences and strung together words rang a bell in Matt's mind. Goon. It had to be Goon.
With a sigh, Matt rose from his task and opened the door, quietly stepping out onto the walkway fully intending to wing a choice word or two over Goon's way. His hands gripped the railing as he looked down below to see Ryan standing there and Goon jabbering away at some God-awful speed. Holding his tongue, Matt wondered what all the commotion was about and he only caught the tail end of the conversation, Matt stayed where he was, unseen, and
listened, wondering just where one had to go to get some work done nowadays. Folding his arms across his chest, he watched and waited as Goon and Ryan made their way to the exit. Debating whether or not to follow just to see what the big deal was, he muttered softly to himself. Indeed, there never was a dull moment.
From: Goldglo
He was in one of the rooms on the second floor of the Outback--a room he used to work when he needed some peace and quiet. Unfortunately, peace and quiet seemed to elude him today as he heard something, or someone, crash into the Outback. The noise, followed by the muffled sounds half-constructed sentences and strung together words rang a bell in Matt's mind. Goon. It had to be Goon.
With a sigh, Matt rose from his task and opened the door, quietly stepping out onto the walkway fully intending to wing a choice word or two over Goon's way. His hands gripped the railing as he looked down below to see Ryan standing there and Goon jabbering away at some God-awful speed. Holding his tongue, Matt wondered what all the commotion was about and he only caught the tail end of the conversation, Matt stayed where he was, unseen, and
listened, wondering just where one had to go to get some work done nowadays. Folding his arms across his chest, he watched and waited as Goon and Ryan made their way to the exit. Debating whether or not to follow just to see what the big deal was, he muttered softly to himself. Indeed, there never was a dull moment.
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Re: Trees fall down, go boom!
Date: 12/31/1997 3:09 PM Central Standard Time
From: Bob Braxxx
Winter had picked up in full swing, allowing the crisp flakes of snow to fall heavy upon the ground covering RhyDin in its cool white blanket. The air lay still and motionless as the older cowboy sat upon an old stump of a tree gnawing on the butt end of an unlit cigar. He wasn't much one for the cold as it seemed to gnaw at his bones more and more these days, but today he had a purpose. He sat still while his brown eyes surveyed the land
and the two men working in the distance.
The two men stopped before a tree pointing with their hand held tools at a particularly fine specimen. Not bothering to say a word Robert gave a slow nod and the two men fired their machines to life with a roar. Robert had never scene the tools before in his homeland but the gent that had hired him to supervise the task had assured him it was a more effective method then a simple axe. "Twice as efficient and much less costly then man hours." The
gent had assured him. Beyond really caring about function Robert just waved a hand and asked the all important question "How much does it pay?" The man gave a devilish grin and they had proceeded to work out the logistics.
Robert had no actual clue what his function was. He was instructed simply to watch and supervise. The whole thing sounded silly, the men seemed perfectly capable of performing the task themselves. Yet after his recent folly over purchasing his truck he was in no position to argue. A buck was a buck after all and until the Jasmine took off he was forced to accept what jobs he could find. His own pride prevented him from taking charity and also
prevented him from admitting to others that he had made a mistake. So here he sat in the freezing cold watching a few men give a tree a trim.
The first tree fell quickly landing to the earth with a satisfying crash. It had fallen easily to the machine and Robert watched in awe as it had happened. Normally it would have taken a grown man several minutes to take down a tree of such size but the two men had performed the function with the ease of a hot knife through butter. It was another testimony to man's advancements since his time, another modern wonder he was just now beginning to get
used to and trust.
The men paused while he gaped looking for further instruction. Remembering his duty Robert waved them absently to another tree. "They must be as dumb as the stumps they leave behind," Robert muttered under his breath. Apparently the two men while capable of wielding tools of such power were incapable of deciding which trees were the most suitable to cut. Approaching the tree the men again brought their machines to bare and with another crash, that
tree fell to the ground, beside its neighbor.
Robert shook his head anticipating a long day of selecting trees and watching the duo cut. About the only hope was that with the destruction the machines made they would surely run out of trees before night fell. Sparking a match to life Robert leaned down in the comfort of his spot and took a long puff on his cigar letting the embers glow in the chill that surrounded him.
That was when he heard it "No hurt tree! Stop make tree fall!" The sound rang in the distance causing the few birds that lay nestled in the trees to take flight and find safer territory. Robert's head tilted up an eye peering into the distance to find the personage that the voice belonged to. As his eyes narrowed he caught sight of the one the only........well Goon. As Robert pitched the match to the snow with a hiss he looked upon the odd,
seemingly displeased features of Goon.
Eyes turning wide as Goon took to charging the two workers Robert decided it would be best for him to exercise the better part of valor and move behind a tree. There was a ......
BAM!
CRASH!
and Robert saw one of his workers fall to the ground under the assault of Goon. Heaving a bit of a sigh Robert shook his head. He wasn't aware that Goon had turned into the guardian of the forest or he surely would have selected a more peaceful locale to earn his payment. "Go way! No hurt tree!" Goon roared as the other worker dragged his companion away from the angry fellow before him. Robert leaned his head against the tree and swore softly to
all the angels and saints. "Of all the forests in all of RhyDin why does he have to be here?"
Robert meet up with the still conscious worker in a safer spot then the one Goon appeared to be watching. "What the hell was that thing!" the nervous worker huffed as he tried to revive his fallen companion. Still lightly puffing away Robert grinned a bit of a crooked grin. "That my friend was Goon. I think it is time we select another location to finish our duties from." The worker shook his head fast "No no...the boss wants trees from *this*
forest." Robert smirked already not liking this situation one bit. "There are trees all over RhyDin my friend. It's time we select another location or you will spend your days running from that monster in the woods."
The worker swore and pulled from his coat a small hand held device. Thinking it to be a weapon Robert immediately went into his coat searching for his own. The workers eyes blazed in fright "Hey! Hey man take it easy...it's just my phone!" Not wanting to appear dense in not knowing what a phone was Robert nodded silently but kept his hand on his weapon.
The fellow unfolded part of the device and began to stab at with a finger a few times. Reaching it up and placing it to his ear he began to speak into hushed tones into the thing. Robert watched as the man seemed to have a conversation into the box, trying to remember if Matthew had ever instructed him in on the particulars of such a device. Failing to remember Robert waited patiently for the man to do what ever he was to do with the thing.
The man gave a nod and then handed the little box over to him. "The boss wants to talk to you." Robert gazed at the little thing wondering how on earth that was possible since the boss was more then a days ride away. Still doing as he was told he put the device to his ear. Feeling darn foolish he waited for something to happen. For long moments he could hear nothing but a distant crackle. He pressed the device closer to his ear.
"BRAXXX !!! BRAXXX WHAT ARE YOU DOING !! ARE YOU THERE !! WHAT IN THE SAM HELL IS GOING ON THERE !!"
Pulling the device away from his ear with a wince, Robert looked at the thing. "This thing is turned up to high." He frowned at the worker. "No sir, he is just yelling at you." the worker managed to say with a straight face. Robert's face took on his most displeased look as he moved the device back towards his ear. "Is he now?" Listening again Robert heard the voice of his boss "Braxxx what is going on? What the hell is this about a bigfoot
interrupting my business?" Robert thought about that for a moment "Sir we ran into an unforeseen, well.....rather large problem. I would recommend that we move to a safer....less hostile environment."
There was a long pause as the crackling took place all over again. Robert assumed the discussion was at an end and was prepared to hand back the device when the voice found his ear again. "Braxxx, I want trees from there. I didn't hire you to think, just to be sure that the task was done. Do what you have to do to get it done." Robert nodded to himself, he was a military man and was used to following orders no how lacking in knowledge they were. "As
you wish sir.." he took on his typical military tone "I will need some more men. You might want to have them bring weapons. It could get ugly...." Robert smiled as he thought of all the smart remarks Goon had hoisted on him before...all the jeering and hits that he had taken at the hands of the fellow. "Have them come armed sir....the thing we are dealing with...well...it is most dangerous." Robert smiled an evil grin. He wouldn't let anyone hurt
Goon badly, but he wasn't against a little payback. " Consider it done Braxxx. Just handle it !" There was a click and the conversation ended.
A half an hour passed and a group of twenty or so men made their way to the small encampment where he and the two workers sat. In their hands were axes and other various tools. In his best evil tone Robert held out his hands. "Gentlemen ! Welcome ! I trust you all know what to do. Let us begin our work." Robert set the men to begin their destruction mindful to keep a nice safe distance from them. He kept one of the phone devices and had one of the
workers instruct him in its use. He doubted seriously that 20 men with just axes could stop the Goon and he had no desire to be around the fray when it degenerated into a fight. He was after all.............management.
His eyes danced and his face smiled as he kept to his hiding spot counting his paycheck.
From: Bob Braxxx
Winter had picked up in full swing, allowing the crisp flakes of snow to fall heavy upon the ground covering RhyDin in its cool white blanket. The air lay still and motionless as the older cowboy sat upon an old stump of a tree gnawing on the butt end of an unlit cigar. He wasn't much one for the cold as it seemed to gnaw at his bones more and more these days, but today he had a purpose. He sat still while his brown eyes surveyed the land
and the two men working in the distance.
The two men stopped before a tree pointing with their hand held tools at a particularly fine specimen. Not bothering to say a word Robert gave a slow nod and the two men fired their machines to life with a roar. Robert had never scene the tools before in his homeland but the gent that had hired him to supervise the task had assured him it was a more effective method then a simple axe. "Twice as efficient and much less costly then man hours." The
gent had assured him. Beyond really caring about function Robert just waved a hand and asked the all important question "How much does it pay?" The man gave a devilish grin and they had proceeded to work out the logistics.
Robert had no actual clue what his function was. He was instructed simply to watch and supervise. The whole thing sounded silly, the men seemed perfectly capable of performing the task themselves. Yet after his recent folly over purchasing his truck he was in no position to argue. A buck was a buck after all and until the Jasmine took off he was forced to accept what jobs he could find. His own pride prevented him from taking charity and also
prevented him from admitting to others that he had made a mistake. So here he sat in the freezing cold watching a few men give a tree a trim.
The first tree fell quickly landing to the earth with a satisfying crash. It had fallen easily to the machine and Robert watched in awe as it had happened. Normally it would have taken a grown man several minutes to take down a tree of such size but the two men had performed the function with the ease of a hot knife through butter. It was another testimony to man's advancements since his time, another modern wonder he was just now beginning to get
used to and trust.
The men paused while he gaped looking for further instruction. Remembering his duty Robert waved them absently to another tree. "They must be as dumb as the stumps they leave behind," Robert muttered under his breath. Apparently the two men while capable of wielding tools of such power were incapable of deciding which trees were the most suitable to cut. Approaching the tree the men again brought their machines to bare and with another crash, that
tree fell to the ground, beside its neighbor.
Robert shook his head anticipating a long day of selecting trees and watching the duo cut. About the only hope was that with the destruction the machines made they would surely run out of trees before night fell. Sparking a match to life Robert leaned down in the comfort of his spot and took a long puff on his cigar letting the embers glow in the chill that surrounded him.
That was when he heard it "No hurt tree! Stop make tree fall!" The sound rang in the distance causing the few birds that lay nestled in the trees to take flight and find safer territory. Robert's head tilted up an eye peering into the distance to find the personage that the voice belonged to. As his eyes narrowed he caught sight of the one the only........well Goon. As Robert pitched the match to the snow with a hiss he looked upon the odd,
seemingly displeased features of Goon.
Eyes turning wide as Goon took to charging the two workers Robert decided it would be best for him to exercise the better part of valor and move behind a tree. There was a ......
BAM!
CRASH!
and Robert saw one of his workers fall to the ground under the assault of Goon. Heaving a bit of a sigh Robert shook his head. He wasn't aware that Goon had turned into the guardian of the forest or he surely would have selected a more peaceful locale to earn his payment. "Go way! No hurt tree!" Goon roared as the other worker dragged his companion away from the angry fellow before him. Robert leaned his head against the tree and swore softly to
all the angels and saints. "Of all the forests in all of RhyDin why does he have to be here?"
Robert meet up with the still conscious worker in a safer spot then the one Goon appeared to be watching. "What the hell was that thing!" the nervous worker huffed as he tried to revive his fallen companion. Still lightly puffing away Robert grinned a bit of a crooked grin. "That my friend was Goon. I think it is time we select another location to finish our duties from." The worker shook his head fast "No no...the boss wants trees from *this*
forest." Robert smirked already not liking this situation one bit. "There are trees all over RhyDin my friend. It's time we select another location or you will spend your days running from that monster in the woods."
The worker swore and pulled from his coat a small hand held device. Thinking it to be a weapon Robert immediately went into his coat searching for his own. The workers eyes blazed in fright "Hey! Hey man take it easy...it's just my phone!" Not wanting to appear dense in not knowing what a phone was Robert nodded silently but kept his hand on his weapon.
The fellow unfolded part of the device and began to stab at with a finger a few times. Reaching it up and placing it to his ear he began to speak into hushed tones into the thing. Robert watched as the man seemed to have a conversation into the box, trying to remember if Matthew had ever instructed him in on the particulars of such a device. Failing to remember Robert waited patiently for the man to do what ever he was to do with the thing.
The man gave a nod and then handed the little box over to him. "The boss wants to talk to you." Robert gazed at the little thing wondering how on earth that was possible since the boss was more then a days ride away. Still doing as he was told he put the device to his ear. Feeling darn foolish he waited for something to happen. For long moments he could hear nothing but a distant crackle. He pressed the device closer to his ear.
"BRAXXX !!! BRAXXX WHAT ARE YOU DOING !! ARE YOU THERE !! WHAT IN THE SAM HELL IS GOING ON THERE !!"
Pulling the device away from his ear with a wince, Robert looked at the thing. "This thing is turned up to high." He frowned at the worker. "No sir, he is just yelling at you." the worker managed to say with a straight face. Robert's face took on his most displeased look as he moved the device back towards his ear. "Is he now?" Listening again Robert heard the voice of his boss "Braxxx what is going on? What the hell is this about a bigfoot
interrupting my business?" Robert thought about that for a moment "Sir we ran into an unforeseen, well.....rather large problem. I would recommend that we move to a safer....less hostile environment."
There was a long pause as the crackling took place all over again. Robert assumed the discussion was at an end and was prepared to hand back the device when the voice found his ear again. "Braxxx, I want trees from there. I didn't hire you to think, just to be sure that the task was done. Do what you have to do to get it done." Robert nodded to himself, he was a military man and was used to following orders no how lacking in knowledge they were. "As
you wish sir.." he took on his typical military tone "I will need some more men. You might want to have them bring weapons. It could get ugly...." Robert smiled as he thought of all the smart remarks Goon had hoisted on him before...all the jeering and hits that he had taken at the hands of the fellow. "Have them come armed sir....the thing we are dealing with...well...it is most dangerous." Robert smiled an evil grin. He wouldn't let anyone hurt
Goon badly, but he wasn't against a little payback. " Consider it done Braxxx. Just handle it !" There was a click and the conversation ended.
A half an hour passed and a group of twenty or so men made their way to the small encampment where he and the two workers sat. In their hands were axes and other various tools. In his best evil tone Robert held out his hands. "Gentlemen ! Welcome ! I trust you all know what to do. Let us begin our work." Robert set the men to begin their destruction mindful to keep a nice safe distance from them. He kept one of the phone devices and had one of the
workers instruct him in its use. He doubted seriously that 20 men with just axes could stop the Goon and he had no desire to be around the fray when it degenerated into a fight. He was after all.............management.
His eyes danced and his face smiled as he kept to his hiding spot counting his paycheck.
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Re: Trees fall down, go boom!
Date: 1/1/1998 12:02 AM Central Standard Time
From: SpifyMcBng
((::gawks:: Did not expect this kind of response. Too cool!))
Goon nodded vigorously to the man of many guns, and jumped around maniacally, looking about for any other soul in sight. Unfortunately, it was quiet now- only the two of them, in all likelihood. With a hearty, "Goon, Jammer man, make stop hurt tree!", the man of many obscenely large muscles stomped up the stairs, bursting back through the door he had nearly torn to pieces in making his entrance.
As he exited the building with Ryan, Goon stopped suddenly. Just then, his friend's words had sunk in. "...now let's go find some others..." He considered the idea, then figuring more people couldn't hurt, he yelled, "Fighter people! Come! Help Goon stop bad tree chop people from hurt tree!" The sound of his oversized vocal cords coming to life echoed through the streets as he waited, hoping some people he knew would hear him and come to the
aid of the forest.
From: SpifyMcBng
((::gawks:: Did not expect this kind of response. Too cool!))
Goon nodded vigorously to the man of many guns, and jumped around maniacally, looking about for any other soul in sight. Unfortunately, it was quiet now- only the two of them, in all likelihood. With a hearty, "Goon, Jammer man, make stop hurt tree!", the man of many obscenely large muscles stomped up the stairs, bursting back through the door he had nearly torn to pieces in making his entrance.
As he exited the building with Ryan, Goon stopped suddenly. Just then, his friend's words had sunk in. "...now let's go find some others..." He considered the idea, then figuring more people couldn't hurt, he yelled, "Fighter people! Come! Help Goon stop bad tree chop people from hurt tree!" The sound of his oversized vocal cords coming to life echoed through the streets as he waited, hoping some people he knew would hear him and come to the
aid of the forest.
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Re: Trees fall down, go boom!
Date: 1/1/1998 3:05 PM Central Standard Time
From: Bob Braxxx
Robert stood from his secure place merely watching as the trees dropped. Work had picked up to a most pleasing pace as the men went about their work with deadly efficiency. The crack of bark and the whirl of saws filled the day from morning to what had to be about mid afternoon. Gazing at his pocket watch he flipped it open and gave a nod. At the pace they were going it would end up being a fine days work.
His brown eyes narrowed and peered into the distance as he tried to catch sight of the man of many muscles. Still as the men sauntered about from tree to tree he could see neither hide nor hair of the fellow. As always Robert remained suspicious that the man (Lord, was Goon even a man?) was lurking in the distance waiting for another chance to strike. Yet as the sun rose higher in the sky and Goon failed to reappear. After a time Robert chalked it up
as Goon's marvelous attention span once again rearing its head. He had probably found something new to play with.
Eyeing the progress Robert remembered the screaming voice of Jenkins. The man was a barbarian to be sure, and his ability to realize the situation left serious doubt in Robert's mind how the cretin had risen to his position in the company. Still, Jenkins was the boss and Robert but the worker. Tree cutting after all was not his life so he deferred to the experience of the other man. Trees had to be felled and felled quickly.
As Robert assessed the situation and factored in the absence of Goon, along with the high cost of just having men stand around with axes, he picked up his phone. His hand trembled a bit as it moved from the warm comfort of his pocket to the chill of the winter day. Opening the phone as instructed he punched in the numbers. The phone gave a ring or two before his workers voice announced the device was working.
"Aello?" The voice of Josey warbled from the device. Josey had been the man smart enough to avoid contact with Goon. Josey seemed the most competent and he also had the added bonus of not asking questions, merely following orders. For those reasons Robert routed all of his contact through him.
"Josey...Braxxx here. I want you to instruct ten of the man to pull off guard duty. Have them swing those axes instead of standing around. Every hour rotate the men on guard duty with the ones who are cutting. This will keep the men fresh and keep them from falling asleep. I want to be sure Jenkins gets his money worth." Robert's eyes peered into the distance and while he was to far away to see Josey's face he could see his orders already being
carried out.
"You bet Mr. Braxxx, we are right on top of it." Josey announced in a confident toady voice. Robert couldn't help but smile, he knew Josey had probably never had a chance to give an order in his life and the small bit of power was suiting him nicely. It always helped to have an underling and Josey fit the bill perfectly.
"Very good Josey. Have all the men work another two hours then let them all rest and eat. I will come down to view the progress at that time unless we have another visit from our guest." Not waiting for a response Robert punched a button that signaled the end to the conversation. Folding the device neatly back into his pocket he rubbed his hands against the cold.
He toyed with the idea of calling Jenkins and giving him an update on his progress but quickly discarded the idea. His desire to talk to the grunting lumberman was not exactly high. No news was good news Robert decided. Returning to his watching stump Robert watched the work as it began in earnest.
From: Bob Braxxx
Robert stood from his secure place merely watching as the trees dropped. Work had picked up to a most pleasing pace as the men went about their work with deadly efficiency. The crack of bark and the whirl of saws filled the day from morning to what had to be about mid afternoon. Gazing at his pocket watch he flipped it open and gave a nod. At the pace they were going it would end up being a fine days work.
His brown eyes narrowed and peered into the distance as he tried to catch sight of the man of many muscles. Still as the men sauntered about from tree to tree he could see neither hide nor hair of the fellow. As always Robert remained suspicious that the man (Lord, was Goon even a man?) was lurking in the distance waiting for another chance to strike. Yet as the sun rose higher in the sky and Goon failed to reappear. After a time Robert chalked it up
as Goon's marvelous attention span once again rearing its head. He had probably found something new to play with.
Eyeing the progress Robert remembered the screaming voice of Jenkins. The man was a barbarian to be sure, and his ability to realize the situation left serious doubt in Robert's mind how the cretin had risen to his position in the company. Still, Jenkins was the boss and Robert but the worker. Tree cutting after all was not his life so he deferred to the experience of the other man. Trees had to be felled and felled quickly.
As Robert assessed the situation and factored in the absence of Goon, along with the high cost of just having men stand around with axes, he picked up his phone. His hand trembled a bit as it moved from the warm comfort of his pocket to the chill of the winter day. Opening the phone as instructed he punched in the numbers. The phone gave a ring or two before his workers voice announced the device was working.
"Aello?" The voice of Josey warbled from the device. Josey had been the man smart enough to avoid contact with Goon. Josey seemed the most competent and he also had the added bonus of not asking questions, merely following orders. For those reasons Robert routed all of his contact through him.
"Josey...Braxxx here. I want you to instruct ten of the man to pull off guard duty. Have them swing those axes instead of standing around. Every hour rotate the men on guard duty with the ones who are cutting. This will keep the men fresh and keep them from falling asleep. I want to be sure Jenkins gets his money worth." Robert's eyes peered into the distance and while he was to far away to see Josey's face he could see his orders already being
carried out.
"You bet Mr. Braxxx, we are right on top of it." Josey announced in a confident toady voice. Robert couldn't help but smile, he knew Josey had probably never had a chance to give an order in his life and the small bit of power was suiting him nicely. It always helped to have an underling and Josey fit the bill perfectly.
"Very good Josey. Have all the men work another two hours then let them all rest and eat. I will come down to view the progress at that time unless we have another visit from our guest." Not waiting for a response Robert punched a button that signaled the end to the conversation. Folding the device neatly back into his pocket he rubbed his hands against the cold.
He toyed with the idea of calling Jenkins and giving him an update on his progress but quickly discarded the idea. His desire to talk to the grunting lumberman was not exactly high. No news was good news Robert decided. Returning to his watching stump Robert watched the work as it began in earnest.
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Re: Trees fall down, go boom!
Date: 1/1/1998 7:02 PM Central Standard Time
From: Descartse
"Mr. Dawson, Ms. Peggy Taylor from the ATCA is here to see you." Putter in hand, eyeing his shot at a plastic cup across the room, he mumbles out, "Tell her to wait like all the others." Angrily, he pounds the speaker switch off and returns his attention to the task at hand. Relaxation slowly returns as Mr. Wellington Dawson, owner and CEO of the infamous logging company, the Graf Corporation, again eyes his shot and prepares to putt for the win. Seeing the shot, he steadily swings back and.... WHAM! CRACK! The door nearly flew off its hinges as a tall thin man slipped quickly into the room. Mr. Dawson's name soon followed with an audible thud of the door closing. It made no difference to Dawson who the intruder was at this point because the distraction made him swing too hard, lofting the ball up in the air through the 10' x 12' plate glass window. Turning beet red, all the time staring at the hole in the window, Mr. Dawson hears the messenger stop dead in his tracks and start fumbling for words. "Please tell me that this is good news or you will be the next to go through the window," exclaimed Dawson in an even tone. "Ummm, well..." Small bits of breaking glass interrupted the silence. Mr. Dawson swiftly turned to face the young man; head pointed downward with a stern countenance. He looked up at the man and remarked, "Well... what was so @#$%ing important that I had to lose my stainless plate glass window. Cough it up, I certainly do not have the time to theorize how the sounds of your knocking knees fit into the vast universe of music." "Well, uhh, umm," was the reply as Dawson motioned him to get on with the news. "I'm uhh... real sorry about the window, Mr. Dawson." "Yes, yes, yes, and the news." "Yes." The young man took a deep breath and began, "Well, sir, I have reports saying that the wood which we are currently obtaining from the forests of RhyDin is the best we have seen in years. It's as if they have been well cared for over the centuries." "Good... good, that is what I like to hear. Let us triple the yield which we were originally going to harvest-" "-Uh, but-" Mumbled, "-rrrrrr, there is always a catch-" "-Er, there is some type of beast which has been attacking our men. So far, only one of our men have been hurt seriously but apparently, this thing has no intention to back down." Dawson contemplated. "Mmm, alright, Mister ... Mister-" "Sheridan." "-Sheridan... please tell my secretary that I will be out for the rest of the day on your way out. Also, notify...," shuffling through some papers, "...Mr. Jenkins that we want three-fold the number of trees from RhyDin that were planned originally. As far as pests are concerned, put up the standard warning signs and send in 5 of MY men. Got that?" Sheridan slowly nodded his head and quietly replied, "Yes, Mr. Dawson." With that, both men exited the room, Sheridan through the front and Dawson via elevator to his helicopter on the roof.
From: Descartse
"Mr. Dawson, Ms. Peggy Taylor from the ATCA is here to see you." Putter in hand, eyeing his shot at a plastic cup across the room, he mumbles out, "Tell her to wait like all the others." Angrily, he pounds the speaker switch off and returns his attention to the task at hand. Relaxation slowly returns as Mr. Wellington Dawson, owner and CEO of the infamous logging company, the Graf Corporation, again eyes his shot and prepares to putt for the win. Seeing the shot, he steadily swings back and.... WHAM! CRACK! The door nearly flew off its hinges as a tall thin man slipped quickly into the room. Mr. Dawson's name soon followed with an audible thud of the door closing. It made no difference to Dawson who the intruder was at this point because the distraction made him swing too hard, lofting the ball up in the air through the 10' x 12' plate glass window. Turning beet red, all the time staring at the hole in the window, Mr. Dawson hears the messenger stop dead in his tracks and start fumbling for words. "Please tell me that this is good news or you will be the next to go through the window," exclaimed Dawson in an even tone. "Ummm, well..." Small bits of breaking glass interrupted the silence. Mr. Dawson swiftly turned to face the young man; head pointed downward with a stern countenance. He looked up at the man and remarked, "Well... what was so @#$%ing important that I had to lose my stainless plate glass window. Cough it up, I certainly do not have the time to theorize how the sounds of your knocking knees fit into the vast universe of music." "Well, uhh, umm," was the reply as Dawson motioned him to get on with the news. "I'm uhh... real sorry about the window, Mr. Dawson." "Yes, yes, yes, and the news." "Yes." The young man took a deep breath and began, "Well, sir, I have reports saying that the wood which we are currently obtaining from the forests of RhyDin is the best we have seen in years. It's as if they have been well cared for over the centuries." "Good... good, that is what I like to hear. Let us triple the yield which we were originally going to harvest-" "-Uh, but-" Mumbled, "-rrrrrr, there is always a catch-" "-Er, there is some type of beast which has been attacking our men. So far, only one of our men have been hurt seriously but apparently, this thing has no intention to back down." Dawson contemplated. "Mmm, alright, Mister ... Mister-" "Sheridan." "-Sheridan... please tell my secretary that I will be out for the rest of the day on your way out. Also, notify...," shuffling through some papers, "...Mr. Jenkins that we want three-fold the number of trees from RhyDin that were planned originally. As far as pests are concerned, put up the standard warning signs and send in 5 of MY men. Got that?" Sheridan slowly nodded his head and quietly replied, "Yes, Mr. Dawson." With that, both men exited the room, Sheridan through the front and Dawson via elevator to his helicopter on the roof.
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Re: Trees fall down, go boom!
Date: 12/31/1997 4:40 PM Central Standard Time
From: TreeFellr
"DAMMIT!" Jenkins threw the phone straight into the ground, gaining only a little satisfaction as he heard the components inside shatter and break. He cursed again, grinding the remnants of the phone beneath his boot.
Damn that cowboy; he should have known better than to hire him. Braxxx, he had called himself. Looking for work he said. Had some leadership experience. Well, Jenkins had needed a supervisor since Murphy had fallen ill, and Braxxx seemed as if he could fill in temporarily. But now he was hearing stories of some bigfoot and the man on the phone had indicated Braxxx was less than competent on the job.
"Will," he shouted towards the man standing about twenty feet off. "WILL!!"
The younger man jumped and turned towards the foreman, turning rather pale. "Go get me a cigar. Now!" Jenkins was used to issuing the orders and Will ran off to obey this latest one. Bigfoot, he mused. If his own men hadn't confirmed the story he would have thought Braxxx insane, but apparently the, well, whatever it was, was quite real.
Sighing, Layne Jenkins inhaled deeply and looked up into the sky. Well, he would have if the sky hadn't been blocked by these dammed trees. He could see patches of gray in between the thick branches that extended from each tree, and he guessed that it would start raining soon. He could already see his breath and he was beginning to get cold. Buttoning up his flannel, he looked around for Will. Muttering, he strode to the makeshift cabin that
was the temporary headquarters for this site, ready to smack his co-worker if he didn't return soon with a cigar and some matches.
The sharp crack of a tree falling resonated throughout the forest and Jenkins turned to watch the final journey of the large wooden toothpick. He smiled at the sight, until a large truck drove right in front of him, diesel engine rumbling, payload full of logs. Jenkins nodded slowly; this delivery, at least, was heading out right on time. Moving into the small headquarters, Jenkins issued orders for twenty or so men to move on to the
expedition down the road and assist Braxxx's crew. He was tempted to go himself, but he was needed here, for now. Checking his watch, he sighed. It had been five minutes since the phone call and that meant he had been cigarless for four minutes.
Will would not be a happy man when Jenkins found him, not a happy man at all.
From: TreeFellr
"DAMMIT!" Jenkins threw the phone straight into the ground, gaining only a little satisfaction as he heard the components inside shatter and break. He cursed again, grinding the remnants of the phone beneath his boot.
Damn that cowboy; he should have known better than to hire him. Braxxx, he had called himself. Looking for work he said. Had some leadership experience. Well, Jenkins had needed a supervisor since Murphy had fallen ill, and Braxxx seemed as if he could fill in temporarily. But now he was hearing stories of some bigfoot and the man on the phone had indicated Braxxx was less than competent on the job.
"Will," he shouted towards the man standing about twenty feet off. "WILL!!"
The younger man jumped and turned towards the foreman, turning rather pale. "Go get me a cigar. Now!" Jenkins was used to issuing the orders and Will ran off to obey this latest one. Bigfoot, he mused. If his own men hadn't confirmed the story he would have thought Braxxx insane, but apparently the, well, whatever it was, was quite real.
Sighing, Layne Jenkins inhaled deeply and looked up into the sky. Well, he would have if the sky hadn't been blocked by these dammed trees. He could see patches of gray in between the thick branches that extended from each tree, and he guessed that it would start raining soon. He could already see his breath and he was beginning to get cold. Buttoning up his flannel, he looked around for Will. Muttering, he strode to the makeshift cabin that
was the temporary headquarters for this site, ready to smack his co-worker if he didn't return soon with a cigar and some matches.
The sharp crack of a tree falling resonated throughout the forest and Jenkins turned to watch the final journey of the large wooden toothpick. He smiled at the sight, until a large truck drove right in front of him, diesel engine rumbling, payload full of logs. Jenkins nodded slowly; this delivery, at least, was heading out right on time. Moving into the small headquarters, Jenkins issued orders for twenty or so men to move on to the
expedition down the road and assist Braxxx's crew. He was tempted to go himself, but he was needed here, for now. Checking his watch, he sighed. It had been five minutes since the phone call and that meant he had been cigarless for four minutes.
Will would not be a happy man when Jenkins found him, not a happy man at all.
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Re: Trees fall down, go boom!
Date: 12/31/1997 8:45 PM Central Standard Time
From: Mr Sumgi
He was out in an open area outside the outback practicing his chip when he suddenly heard a loud crash. Thinking nothing of it, he continued his practicing. He heard the crash again, followed by Goon shouting,"No hurt tree! Stop make tree fall!" After that, he ran quickly to where the noise was coming from. He got close enough so he could see two men with chainsaws and Goon, but hid behind a faraway pine bush to remain hidden from them.
After he saw Goon knock the logger unconscious, break the chainsaw in half, and the logger's partner retreat, he felt that everything would be alright, and went back to go practice.
Later on, when he was practicing a drive, he thought he heard more chainsaws, then another crash, shaking the golf ball off of the tee. Hoping to help settle this along with Goon, knowing he would be there, he went back towards the forest. But when he arrived to see twenty people instead of just two, he quickly hid where he had hidden before. He could see that some of them were using axes, the rest of them just holding them. When he
saw Goon approaching the men, he wanted to yell to warn Goon, but he thought too late. He couuld only see Goon arrive, notice the men there, and then run off. He stayed there for a few minutes, then knew that the situation would not change, and headed back to the spot where he had been practicing.
He then put his driver back into his bag, and left, not being able to bear the noise, much less the thought of people wanting to destroy the forest. He wondered if he should actively get involved in this along with Goon. But he also remembered that most of the men were holding axes the second time he went. Fearfully wondering they would do with them, he knew that actively getting involved means he might have to risk his life, something he
was not exactly thrilled about. Could he make a decision in time to prevent something to happen? Deeply pondering this, he went off to wherever he was headed to.
From: Mr Sumgi
He was out in an open area outside the outback practicing his chip when he suddenly heard a loud crash. Thinking nothing of it, he continued his practicing. He heard the crash again, followed by Goon shouting,"No hurt tree! Stop make tree fall!" After that, he ran quickly to where the noise was coming from. He got close enough so he could see two men with chainsaws and Goon, but hid behind a faraway pine bush to remain hidden from them.
After he saw Goon knock the logger unconscious, break the chainsaw in half, and the logger's partner retreat, he felt that everything would be alright, and went back to go practice.
Later on, when he was practicing a drive, he thought he heard more chainsaws, then another crash, shaking the golf ball off of the tee. Hoping to help settle this along with Goon, knowing he would be there, he went back towards the forest. But when he arrived to see twenty people instead of just two, he quickly hid where he had hidden before. He could see that some of them were using axes, the rest of them just holding them. When he
saw Goon approaching the men, he wanted to yell to warn Goon, but he thought too late. He couuld only see Goon arrive, notice the men there, and then run off. He stayed there for a few minutes, then knew that the situation would not change, and headed back to the spot where he had been practicing.
He then put his driver back into his bag, and left, not being able to bear the noise, much less the thought of people wanting to destroy the forest. He wondered if he should actively get involved in this along with Goon. But he also remembered that most of the men were holding axes the second time he went. Fearfully wondering they would do with them, he knew that actively getting involved means he might have to risk his life, something he
was not exactly thrilled about. Could he make a decision in time to prevent something to happen? Deeply pondering this, he went off to wherever he was headed to.
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Re: Trees fall down, go boom!
Date: 1/1/1998 4:45 PM Central Standard Time
From: TreeFellr
Layne Jenkins was in a mood. Will had disappeared somewhere, with a stash of cigars no doubt, and the men were cutting trees slower than he would have liked. He knew they were doing their best, but they still needed to do better. If not, there'd be hell to pay and by God Layne Jenkins wouldn't be the only one shelling out the bucks.
Sitting inside the small headquarters, Layne found himself looking over a map, a very large map, of the forest. Blue marks indicated where the company had already moved and cut down timber, red marks indicated operations presently in action, and orange marks noted where their next assignments would be. After they finished in this sector, he mused, they could move twenty or thirty miles down the road, and begin work there.
Why the Graf Corporation wanted trees from this forest, RhyDin's forest, he couldn't honestly say. He snorted. RhyDin, what a nuthouse; more like the loony bin, if you asked him. As far as he was concerned, the whole lot of them belonged in an institution. Midgets ran around calling themselves dwarves and halflings, wielding axes and singing God-awful songs. Others professed themselves to be wizards but he had seen better tricks performed on
late night television. Most everyone seemed convinced that they were some sort of royalty and half of the bunch ran around in medieval armor and other wear from that era. And the women, Layne rolled his eyes. The women-those who didn't think themselves to be a princess of some sort or other thought they were God's gift to the world and were either filled with vanity or attitude. Attitude he could get to like, vanity he despised. No wonder he
didn't go into town much.
He snorted again. "Great assignment Layne," he told himself, "Just great." The walkie-talkie resting atop the table next to him began to screech loudly with feedback and the noise more than annoyed him. With a swipe of his large hand he knocked it off the table and onto the ground, silencing it. "Dammed noisy things," he thought. The men he had dispatched to Team Three down the road had reported in about ten minutes ago. Although he hadn't
spoken to Braxxx personally, one of the men said that everything was going smoothly and he could hear the axes chipping away at the wood even over the walkie-talkie.
Cracking his back, Layne moved out of the building and back onto the forest floor, damp wooden chips making a soft crunch under his boots as light drizzle fell. Checking his watch, he realized that there were only about five solid hours of light left before they'd have to pack it in for the evening. RhyDin was about a four hour hike down the hill, at least a six hour trek back up the hill if a good pace was kept. He could probably make it in
an hour in one of the trucks, he thought. Maybe hit a bar and have a few drinks. He could use a belt of whiskey right about now and his flask was dry. He'd have to refill that, too. Two loud cracks resonated through the forest and he watched as more trees came toppling down. Six hours away from the nearest tree-hugger; that gave him some comfort. Aside from the one goofball at Team Three's location, everything had been quiet.
He glanced down at his watch once again. Yeah, five more hours of light would do nicely. And once night fell, the sensors would be in place. That would help him feel more secure. The Graf Corporation had learned from the mistakes of others and no grizzly, no tree-hugger, no unauthorized person would cross the perimeter of the camp without tripping an alarm. Plus, there were always the sentries who remained posted. Oh no, nobody was gonna
mess up this operation. Layne had lost men to the tree huggers before…tree spikes had killed two men while small spikes in the road had sent one of his closest friends careening down a hillside in a truck, causing him permanent injury. No flower-toting hippie was going to screw things up or get anyone killed this time. Not if Layne Jenkins had anything to say about it.
With a smirk, Layne grabbed an axe and headed for the big pine that Jack and Mitch were hacking away at. After all, there were only five hours of light left and they still had a lot of wood to move. Besides, he needed to work out some aggression.
From: TreeFellr
Layne Jenkins was in a mood. Will had disappeared somewhere, with a stash of cigars no doubt, and the men were cutting trees slower than he would have liked. He knew they were doing their best, but they still needed to do better. If not, there'd be hell to pay and by God Layne Jenkins wouldn't be the only one shelling out the bucks.
Sitting inside the small headquarters, Layne found himself looking over a map, a very large map, of the forest. Blue marks indicated where the company had already moved and cut down timber, red marks indicated operations presently in action, and orange marks noted where their next assignments would be. After they finished in this sector, he mused, they could move twenty or thirty miles down the road, and begin work there.
Why the Graf Corporation wanted trees from this forest, RhyDin's forest, he couldn't honestly say. He snorted. RhyDin, what a nuthouse; more like the loony bin, if you asked him. As far as he was concerned, the whole lot of them belonged in an institution. Midgets ran around calling themselves dwarves and halflings, wielding axes and singing God-awful songs. Others professed themselves to be wizards but he had seen better tricks performed on
late night television. Most everyone seemed convinced that they were some sort of royalty and half of the bunch ran around in medieval armor and other wear from that era. And the women, Layne rolled his eyes. The women-those who didn't think themselves to be a princess of some sort or other thought they were God's gift to the world and were either filled with vanity or attitude. Attitude he could get to like, vanity he despised. No wonder he
didn't go into town much.
He snorted again. "Great assignment Layne," he told himself, "Just great." The walkie-talkie resting atop the table next to him began to screech loudly with feedback and the noise more than annoyed him. With a swipe of his large hand he knocked it off the table and onto the ground, silencing it. "Dammed noisy things," he thought. The men he had dispatched to Team Three down the road had reported in about ten minutes ago. Although he hadn't
spoken to Braxxx personally, one of the men said that everything was going smoothly and he could hear the axes chipping away at the wood even over the walkie-talkie.
Cracking his back, Layne moved out of the building and back onto the forest floor, damp wooden chips making a soft crunch under his boots as light drizzle fell. Checking his watch, he realized that there were only about five solid hours of light left before they'd have to pack it in for the evening. RhyDin was about a four hour hike down the hill, at least a six hour trek back up the hill if a good pace was kept. He could probably make it in
an hour in one of the trucks, he thought. Maybe hit a bar and have a few drinks. He could use a belt of whiskey right about now and his flask was dry. He'd have to refill that, too. Two loud cracks resonated through the forest and he watched as more trees came toppling down. Six hours away from the nearest tree-hugger; that gave him some comfort. Aside from the one goofball at Team Three's location, everything had been quiet.
He glanced down at his watch once again. Yeah, five more hours of light would do nicely. And once night fell, the sensors would be in place. That would help him feel more secure. The Graf Corporation had learned from the mistakes of others and no grizzly, no tree-hugger, no unauthorized person would cross the perimeter of the camp without tripping an alarm. Plus, there were always the sentries who remained posted. Oh no, nobody was gonna
mess up this operation. Layne had lost men to the tree huggers before…tree spikes had killed two men while small spikes in the road had sent one of his closest friends careening down a hillside in a truck, causing him permanent injury. No flower-toting hippie was going to screw things up or get anyone killed this time. Not if Layne Jenkins had anything to say about it.
With a smirk, Layne grabbed an axe and headed for the big pine that Jack and Mitch were hacking away at. After all, there were only five hours of light left and they still had a lot of wood to move. Besides, he needed to work out some aggression.
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Re: Trees fall down, go boom!
Date: 1/1/1998 7:27 PM Central Standard Time
From: JLohman711
Jack Lohman was wandering around Rhydin looking for something to do when he heard Goon yelling. Deciding to find out what was going on, he quickly ran in the direction that he had heard Goon's voice coming from. He finally caught up with Goon near the Outback, then after finding out what was happening, decided to help. He really hates to see people destroying natural things for nothing but money, and that sounded a lot like what was going on here.
From: JLohman711
Jack Lohman was wandering around Rhydin looking for something to do when he heard Goon yelling. Deciding to find out what was going on, he quickly ran in the direction that he had heard Goon's voice coming from. He finally caught up with Goon near the Outback, then after finding out what was happening, decided to help. He really hates to see people destroying natural things for nothing but money, and that sounded a lot like what was going on here.
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Re: Trees fall down, go boom!
Date: 1/2/1998 1:56 AM Central Standard Time
From: DoraeRasta
Dorae had been working out behind her small home, keeping up with her training. Today she spent the better part of the afternoon working on her swordmanship against several wood dummies that dotted the backyard. Her humble home is tucked deep in the woods, far enough away from town that no one would stumble upon her, nor would she hear or see the noisy folk who inhabit the town she nowcalls home. Turn, thrust, feign a parry, sidestep, thrust, miss, backstep and swing body and sword around, moving forward, connecting with wood dummies neck. A noise, distant but audible. Some sort of an odd noise, one she never heard before. She props the sword against the wood dummy and moves to the edge of the forest and stands listening carefully.WHRRRR..... There it was again... she wrinkles a brow, unable to even gander at what that sound could be, all she knows is that she does not like it, it sounds menacing. She turns back around again and moves back to the middle of the yard to rescue her sword. It is far away sounding and so at the moment she does not become concerned. Raising her sword in the Ceaonite fashion of a salute, goes back to her training. One, two, three block, sidestep and swing blade menacingly. Lunges forward, hitting the dummy on the shoulder. "My point." Soft laugh and resets to try again at the dummy behind her. The blade tip comes up in a defensive prose, as if the dummy had actually offered a move of its own. WHRRRR... The sound gets a bit louder and as she went to chop with her sword at the dummies arm, finds herself getting poked by the fake blade in the fake bodies hand. A hiss at her clumsiness. "Mother me....I claim this spot my own to be away from the noise and goings on of the town only to have this start now?" She hisses again and looks in the direction the noise is coming from. Now the whirrring seems to be a bit more intensified, as if manysomethings made the noise, tinged by the sound of clopping. Bursting from the forest is a rather large pale yellow horse who has red specks throughout his coat. His nostrils are flared and his translucent yellow tail flicks behind him nervously. He spots the serpent woman and gallops to her, sliding to a halt in front of her. One serpented hand raises up slowly to the beasts nose, petting it gently and trying to reassure him. "You hear it too my friend? Unsettling noise, here in this forest. Foreign sounding." Violet eyes take in her large friend as he paws at the earth with one plate sized hoof. "Yes, me too, I am not enjoying it any more than you. Interuppted my training it did, though maybe for that I am thankful." Soft laugh at that and lets the sword slip down out of her hand to land unceremoniously on the ground, for swords are not loved by her, but isimportant and necessary to her training to be a Ceaonite warrior. "Well, if you would be willing, let us go see to this noise. Maybe between us two, we can convince whomever or whatever to stop. I need a better partner than these dummies, so I will wait till I see Myst next since he has offered to help me." She smiles at that and watches the horse who tosses his neck about, sending translucent yellow mane to billowing around. Horse moves till his back is in front of Dorae and she puts tatooed hands on hisback, gives a small bounce and swings a leg over to settle herself upon his naked back. With a little nudging with her thighs, she gives him the signal for them to start off in search of the unwanted noise......
Dorae "The Dangerous" Rasta
From: DoraeRasta
Dorae had been working out behind her small home, keeping up with her training. Today she spent the better part of the afternoon working on her swordmanship against several wood dummies that dotted the backyard. Her humble home is tucked deep in the woods, far enough away from town that no one would stumble upon her, nor would she hear or see the noisy folk who inhabit the town she nowcalls home. Turn, thrust, feign a parry, sidestep, thrust, miss, backstep and swing body and sword around, moving forward, connecting with wood dummies neck. A noise, distant but audible. Some sort of an odd noise, one she never heard before. She props the sword against the wood dummy and moves to the edge of the forest and stands listening carefully.WHRRRR..... There it was again... she wrinkles a brow, unable to even gander at what that sound could be, all she knows is that she does not like it, it sounds menacing. She turns back around again and moves back to the middle of the yard to rescue her sword. It is far away sounding and so at the moment she does not become concerned. Raising her sword in the Ceaonite fashion of a salute, goes back to her training. One, two, three block, sidestep and swing blade menacingly. Lunges forward, hitting the dummy on the shoulder. "My point." Soft laugh and resets to try again at the dummy behind her. The blade tip comes up in a defensive prose, as if the dummy had actually offered a move of its own. WHRRRR... The sound gets a bit louder and as she went to chop with her sword at the dummies arm, finds herself getting poked by the fake blade in the fake bodies hand. A hiss at her clumsiness. "Mother me....I claim this spot my own to be away from the noise and goings on of the town only to have this start now?" She hisses again and looks in the direction the noise is coming from. Now the whirrring seems to be a bit more intensified, as if manysomethings made the noise, tinged by the sound of clopping. Bursting from the forest is a rather large pale yellow horse who has red specks throughout his coat. His nostrils are flared and his translucent yellow tail flicks behind him nervously. He spots the serpent woman and gallops to her, sliding to a halt in front of her. One serpented hand raises up slowly to the beasts nose, petting it gently and trying to reassure him. "You hear it too my friend? Unsettling noise, here in this forest. Foreign sounding." Violet eyes take in her large friend as he paws at the earth with one plate sized hoof. "Yes, me too, I am not enjoying it any more than you. Interuppted my training it did, though maybe for that I am thankful." Soft laugh at that and lets the sword slip down out of her hand to land unceremoniously on the ground, for swords are not loved by her, but isimportant and necessary to her training to be a Ceaonite warrior. "Well, if you would be willing, let us go see to this noise. Maybe between us two, we can convince whomever or whatever to stop. I need a better partner than these dummies, so I will wait till I see Myst next since he has offered to help me." She smiles at that and watches the horse who tosses his neck about, sending translucent yellow mane to billowing around. Horse moves till his back is in front of Dorae and she puts tatooed hands on hisback, gives a small bounce and swings a leg over to settle herself upon his naked back. With a little nudging with her thighs, she gives him the signal for them to start off in search of the unwanted noise......
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Re: Trees fall down, go boom!
Date: 1/2/1998 2:14 AM Central Standard Time
From: T Destre
Tera was awakened from a deep sleep by Goon's frantic pleas for help downstairs. Still more than half asleep, she pulled on jeans, tennis shoes, and a favorite T-shirt. While tucking in the tail, she stumbled down the stairs and over to the bar in the Outback. She slowly cracked one eye open, barely long enough to find a mug and pour herself some coffee. After a few sips andlistening to the fervent discussion between Goon and Jammer, she opened both eyes. "Trees", she thought. "Goddess, what in the Realm would be next?" Muttering darkly about men and nature, she knew that after all the battles between the two throughout history, neither won anything, but only lost at every turn. She peered around; upon seeing no one near she gulped her coffee quickly and poured herself a second mug. As the caffeine rudely joltedTera's brain to full wakefulness, she groaned aloud. "Sheka. I really have to do something to help Goon". Shaking her head she moved from behind the bar. Coffee forgotten, she headed back upstairs into her room. "Howdy Matt," she spoke softly as she passed him. "Great way to wake up, don't ya think?" Still shaking her head, she moved on into the sleeping quarters. The walk from the door seeming to take an eternity, her thoughts returned to her past--a past unknown to those from the Outback. Tera's last job was as a CIA Agent in RhyDin. She had worked a few months for the 45th precinct until the Commissioner that had asked her to join, retired from service. She had enjoyed her work but found the hours long and the job thankless. Her childhood Sweetheart, Damien, had joined her on the force and they werehappy for a time. However, just as Tera had figured, the lure of the ladies in RhyDin became too much for Damien and her life took a turn for the worse. Her job overly demanding and love stripped from her heart, she resigned from the force and thought to retire from the Realm. She took a long trip instead. Once she had gotten her sanity back, at least mostly back, she returned to RhyDin and attended the RDI Academy. Tera found her time and training at the RDI school a great deal of fun and she did well in her classes. Having found a job she could devote herself to, she set about her duties. Her deep love of helping others came into play daily now and she could smile again with meaning. She was very happy and content working the Inn and Star's End Bar as a bartender. One day, when she was checking her missives a cry for help, in the form of a letter,aroused her curiosity and another passion was born within her. Tera knew she could do the job and so she applied to become a Que-Keeper in the dueling areas. Suddenly remembering her purpose for returning to the room, she quickened her pace to the cabinet. Opening it, she removed her old weapons and as she had so many times before, shrugged herself into the shoulder holster. Settling it on her form with the ease of long practice and habit, the ex-Agent next picked up her ankle holster. Bending forward and pulling up her pant-leg, she strapped the device in place. Sighing, she remembered her promiseto herself, a promise stating that never again would she carry a weapon. Her thoughts in turmoil, she weighed the possible ramifications of her actions as she instinctively began checking the weapons for readiness. The GLOC chamber--still empty and just as smoothly oiled as the day she placed it in the box. Taking a full clip, she rammed it home, hearing it lock with a satisfying click. The small .22 cal that sweetly rested at her ankle formonths reclaimed its home once another clip snapped into place. Making sure both weapons were securely holstered, Tera's small hand reached into the box, emerging while gripping a knife. A wicked looking thing that has seen more use than the guns ever would, the knife easily slid into the rear waistband of her jeans. One final addition, her denim jacket, was pulled on to conceal the deadly weapons she held. Jumping at the telltale slamming of the Outback's damaged door, Tera knew that Goon and Jammer had already gone ahead and were searching for help. She ran out the door and down the stairs. With a fervent prayer to her Goddess for help, she burst through the door and into the street, calling out. "GOON... GOON... Hey you! Slow down, wait for me!"
From: T Destre
Tera was awakened from a deep sleep by Goon's frantic pleas for help downstairs. Still more than half asleep, she pulled on jeans, tennis shoes, and a favorite T-shirt. While tucking in the tail, she stumbled down the stairs and over to the bar in the Outback. She slowly cracked one eye open, barely long enough to find a mug and pour herself some coffee. After a few sips andlistening to the fervent discussion between Goon and Jammer, she opened both eyes. "Trees", she thought. "Goddess, what in the Realm would be next?" Muttering darkly about men and nature, she knew that after all the battles between the two throughout history, neither won anything, but only lost at every turn. She peered around; upon seeing no one near she gulped her coffee quickly and poured herself a second mug. As the caffeine rudely joltedTera's brain to full wakefulness, she groaned aloud. "Sheka. I really have to do something to help Goon". Shaking her head she moved from behind the bar. Coffee forgotten, she headed back upstairs into her room. "Howdy Matt," she spoke softly as she passed him. "Great way to wake up, don't ya think?" Still shaking her head, she moved on into the sleeping quarters. The walk from the door seeming to take an eternity, her thoughts returned to her past--a past unknown to those from the Outback. Tera's last job was as a CIA Agent in RhyDin. She had worked a few months for the 45th precinct until the Commissioner that had asked her to join, retired from service. She had enjoyed her work but found the hours long and the job thankless. Her childhood Sweetheart, Damien, had joined her on the force and they werehappy for a time. However, just as Tera had figured, the lure of the ladies in RhyDin became too much for Damien and her life took a turn for the worse. Her job overly demanding and love stripped from her heart, she resigned from the force and thought to retire from the Realm. She took a long trip instead. Once she had gotten her sanity back, at least mostly back, she returned to RhyDin and attended the RDI Academy. Tera found her time and training at the RDI school a great deal of fun and she did well in her classes. Having found a job she could devote herself to, she set about her duties. Her deep love of helping others came into play daily now and she could smile again with meaning. She was very happy and content working the Inn and Star's End Bar as a bartender. One day, when she was checking her missives a cry for help, in the form of a letter,aroused her curiosity and another passion was born within her. Tera knew she could do the job and so she applied to become a Que-Keeper in the dueling areas. Suddenly remembering her purpose for returning to the room, she quickened her pace to the cabinet. Opening it, she removed her old weapons and as she had so many times before, shrugged herself into the shoulder holster. Settling it on her form with the ease of long practice and habit, the ex-Agent next picked up her ankle holster. Bending forward and pulling up her pant-leg, she strapped the device in place. Sighing, she remembered her promiseto herself, a promise stating that never again would she carry a weapon. Her thoughts in turmoil, she weighed the possible ramifications of her actions as she instinctively began checking the weapons for readiness. The GLOC chamber--still empty and just as smoothly oiled as the day she placed it in the box. Taking a full clip, she rammed it home, hearing it lock with a satisfying click. The small .22 cal that sweetly rested at her ankle formonths reclaimed its home once another clip snapped into place. Making sure both weapons were securely holstered, Tera's small hand reached into the box, emerging while gripping a knife. A wicked looking thing that has seen more use than the guns ever would, the knife easily slid into the rear waistband of her jeans. One final addition, her denim jacket, was pulled on to conceal the deadly weapons she held. Jumping at the telltale slamming of the Outback's damaged door, Tera knew that Goon and Jammer had already gone ahead and were searching for help. She ran out the door and down the stairs. With a fervent prayer to her Goddess for help, she burst through the door and into the street, calling out. "GOON... GOON... Hey you! Slow down, wait for me!"
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Re: Trees fall down, go boom!
Date: 1/2/1998 4:10 AM Central Standard Time
From: JammerZ33
While Goon yelled for extra support from the Outback, Ryan jogged to his house on the outskirts of town. "Corporations....bastards are always causing trouble one way or another." He quickly blocked out the memories of his past...something best dealt with when there was time. Reaching his home, he barged through the door and quickly dug through the clutter for his remote headset. After slapping the headgear into place and finding a comfortable
place to sit, Ryan switched on the electronics and activated the drone that lay in the storage facilities disguised as a worn-down garage behind his house. As it quickly rose through the skylight and into the air, the defense and sensor systems activated, showing up as neon green icons on the faceplate of the helmet. He guided it quickly to the area near Goon's house, noticing that there were many other logging areas active. With a sneer he
realized that the entire forest was dotted with already-razed patches of ground, scarring the landscape for many years to come. He paused as a burly, bearded man surveyed one area. The bossman, possibly. He'd check him out later, after he surveyed the more pressing areas of attention. As the drone reached the forest surrounding Goon's house, he saw the group of loggers, chopping down and sawing through countless trees. He grinned mirthlessly as
he saw the dozen-plus men guarding the workers, axes in hand and eyes roaming for the big man himself. They'd never expect a rain of bullets from above....and even though they were gel rounds, they'd surely frighten the simple-minded loggers enough to reconsider their employment. Just as he was about to send the drone home, though, he spotted the familiar figure of Robert sitting on a stump and gnawing on one of those gods-awful cigars of his.
"Well, looks like Bobby found out about this pretty quick," Ryan mused. Then, he saw the cowboy talking and gesturing to the loggers, pointing out prime cutting spots. Robert wasn't here to stop the men, he was in charge of them!! The drone simply hovered for a second as Ryan sat stunned. He'd known that the man would go to great lengths to make a buck, but he'd never suspected that Bob would stoop so low as to destroying the virgin woods of
RhyDin, causing untold damage not only to the land, but to his good friend Goon as well. Ryan ground his teeth and directed the drone back to his storage shed, setting it on autopilot and yanking the helmet from his head. Tossing it away with a snarl, he quickly bolted from the chair and ran out, back to the Outback and Goon, desperate to relay the new, disturbing information.
From: JammerZ33
While Goon yelled for extra support from the Outback, Ryan jogged to his house on the outskirts of town. "Corporations....bastards are always causing trouble one way or another." He quickly blocked out the memories of his past...something best dealt with when there was time. Reaching his home, he barged through the door and quickly dug through the clutter for his remote headset. After slapping the headgear into place and finding a comfortable
place to sit, Ryan switched on the electronics and activated the drone that lay in the storage facilities disguised as a worn-down garage behind his house. As it quickly rose through the skylight and into the air, the defense and sensor systems activated, showing up as neon green icons on the faceplate of the helmet. He guided it quickly to the area near Goon's house, noticing that there were many other logging areas active. With a sneer he
realized that the entire forest was dotted with already-razed patches of ground, scarring the landscape for many years to come. He paused as a burly, bearded man surveyed one area. The bossman, possibly. He'd check him out later, after he surveyed the more pressing areas of attention. As the drone reached the forest surrounding Goon's house, he saw the group of loggers, chopping down and sawing through countless trees. He grinned mirthlessly as
he saw the dozen-plus men guarding the workers, axes in hand and eyes roaming for the big man himself. They'd never expect a rain of bullets from above....and even though they were gel rounds, they'd surely frighten the simple-minded loggers enough to reconsider their employment. Just as he was about to send the drone home, though, he spotted the familiar figure of Robert sitting on a stump and gnawing on one of those gods-awful cigars of his.
"Well, looks like Bobby found out about this pretty quick," Ryan mused. Then, he saw the cowboy talking and gesturing to the loggers, pointing out prime cutting spots. Robert wasn't here to stop the men, he was in charge of them!! The drone simply hovered for a second as Ryan sat stunned. He'd known that the man would go to great lengths to make a buck, but he'd never suspected that Bob would stoop so low as to destroying the virgin woods of
RhyDin, causing untold damage not only to the land, but to his good friend Goon as well. Ryan ground his teeth and directed the drone back to his storage shed, setting it on autopilot and yanking the helmet from his head. Tossing it away with a snarl, he quickly bolted from the chair and ran out, back to the Outback and Goon, desperate to relay the new, disturbing information.