From: humadragbn@aol.com (HumaDragbn)
Date: 15 Dec 1998 17:44:14 EST
Huma muttered as he read the ransom note. Sombody had his three foot salami, and was holding it ransom. He muttered a countless amount of obscenities as he rode for the RhyDin coach terminal.
Huma reached the terminal in the ealry evening, following the ranson instructions, he found a non-discript locker, and placed the small satchel conaining the specific number of gold coins into the locker. He closed the locker door and memorized the number. Muttering a few more obscenities he spun on his heels and quickly walked for his mount to get that locker key to the messanger, so he could get a speedy and safe return of his prized three foot
sausage.
Case of the missing Salami
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From: zlisper@aol.com (Z Lisper)
Date: 15 Dec 1998 18:41:04 EST
Flashback to earlier that day...
A note filters its way to his hand, neatly penned in blue ink against an expensivre vellum background. On opening, a slender red tendril of wax stamped with the expiration date of June 27, 2023, winds its way to the floor in front of him. It's edges jagged as if brutally sawed , it curls about itself, flesh still clinging to the vulnerable skin, gnawed almost to the delicate waxy inner wall in mute, gruesome testimony to the violence
endured,...underscored by the following words...
I have your weinerschnitzel in my possession, and z'am pleasuring myself upon it even as I write ::long tension filled pause as masticatication takes place::...zo firm...yet zucculently tender to my lips...z'I run my hands z'along its length, and realize renewed desire. Ahh...if not for will power! My envious friends look on with undisguised hunger as I sate my appetite again, and again in their presence. Z'I let you know this to torture your
thoughts as to the future. Ha-ha!
As fond as z'I am of your thick spicy beef, tis the Holidays, and z'I need hard cash more than I need your hard log. Place 5000 gp's in small change in z'any RhyDin coach terminal locker, give the key to the courier who delivers this note, and z'I'll see you get your wurst back, mostly z'intact. Otherwise...z'it's cracker time!
"Z" Lisper
SCD inc.
Date: 15 Dec 1998 18:41:04 EST
Flashback to earlier that day...
A note filters its way to his hand, neatly penned in blue ink against an expensivre vellum background. On opening, a slender red tendril of wax stamped with the expiration date of June 27, 2023, winds its way to the floor in front of him. It's edges jagged as if brutally sawed , it curls about itself, flesh still clinging to the vulnerable skin, gnawed almost to the delicate waxy inner wall in mute, gruesome testimony to the violence
endured,...underscored by the following words...
I have your weinerschnitzel in my possession, and z'am pleasuring myself upon it even as I write ::long tension filled pause as masticatication takes place::...zo firm...yet zucculently tender to my lips...z'I run my hands z'along its length, and realize renewed desire. Ahh...if not for will power! My envious friends look on with undisguised hunger as I sate my appetite again, and again in their presence. Z'I let you know this to torture your
thoughts as to the future. Ha-ha!
As fond as z'I am of your thick spicy beef, tis the Holidays, and z'I need hard cash more than I need your hard log. Place 5000 gp's in small change in z'any RhyDin coach terminal locker, give the key to the courier who delivers this note, and z'I'll see you get your wurst back, mostly z'intact. Otherwise...z'it's cracker time!
"Z" Lisper
SCD inc.