Don't step on it.

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From: antidueler@aol.com (Antidueler)
Date: 17 Jun 1999 17:40:11 EDT

Well kiddos and prune faces,

I'm through crashin' this sword party. My stick just don't have quite the oomph it used to. Heh heh. Maybe you'll see me around, maybe ya won't. Maybe I'll be unlucky enough to come back to this rat hole, but 'til then, I'll find ya'll on the other side. I'll try to bring some giant margarine sticks and loaves of bread for them oversized butterknives of yours.

Your bestest friend,
Ambros Bark

Mwah!

And with that done and mounted on the cork, the shaved-headed, glass-eyed, human-type creature marches toward the front exit gargling a mad chuckle. After making a few hollow thumps upon the steps with his fighting stick, the door whips closed. The tremor of air born thereafter kicks the sloppily pinned(and written, for that matter) missive off the wall, sending it spinning and swaying to the
floor.

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From: strmdueler@aol.com (Strmdueler)
Date: 18 Jun 1999 08:35:04 EDT

::on his daily pass he notices that the board is on the ground so he picks it up,wonders who that idoit was,posts::
"if you dont want to b here dont come"(leaves unsighned)