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The young Beethro had been counting. He could not see through the oozing
pitch, for he was too far inside of it. But he knew she was there, and by his
count she would be throbbing again soon, and in effect the entire room would
throb, and all of Beethro's reality in one pulse would change. He did not
understand it, but he was counting, he understood that much.

Beethro had a lot on his mind, and the stench of the pitch did not aid his
concentration. It would have reminded him of asphalt, freshly poured, except
that he didn't know what asphalt was, so it did not remind him of anything. It
was simply foul. The stench of spawn that spew from it was worse, or maybe it
only seemed worse to Beethro, because he knew the spawn was deadly.

It was coming, but there was time by his count... he made a start, but
something outside of himself told him to wait. In his moment of pause Beethro
surveyed his surroundings, and felt quite proud of the path he had carved. He
was deep in, and close to his destination. The young Beethro felt as if he had
been in the exact position before, or very similiar to it... somehow, in this
same space.

He saw the open space ahead of him (he had moved into an alcove). He knew the
coming throb would spawn threats to the north, and so, he waited, his sword
ready for the threat from the north. (Although, if he had been pressed to tell
you how he knew exactly which direction was north when he was twenty-four
levels underground in the depths of Dugan's dungeon, Beethro could not have
answered).

He heard her blink. He saw something emerge directly to his west. Or rather,
he heard something to his west and, body motionless, his eyes shifted to glance
at the source -- the stench to the west -- his sword... his protection... pointed north.

He sighed and suddenly remembered exactly why this all seemed so familiar. In
the back of his head he heard a voice mutter, and it felt new to him when the
'R' key was pressed yet again, and suddenly he remembered nothing. He was
facing the tar mothers, twenty-four levels deep in Dugan's dungeon for the very
first time.


[edited format not content -bdc 4/26]

[Edited by bdcribbs on 04-26-2003 at 11:53 AM]
04-26-2003 at 11:33 AM
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Ohh, how sad; it's so similar to my experiences of the tar...

It was a very well thought-out, interesting story. Well done.

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Thanks :)
I was too tired to attempt those two rooms
again last night, so I decided to write
instead, and that's what came out.

But today, I have vanquished the tar mother
on the left! Now... if I can just figure
out how to *get* to the tar mother on the
right... oh boy.



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04-27-2003 at 02:38 AM
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