CHAPTER TWO
THEY CAME FROM THE SKY
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Date: 01/07/92; 12:49AM
From: L. S. Creetor [62]

I'll order three Tequila Sunrises sealed in 
bottles. I had a few of those before, in the Sad Cafe in
the Hotel Califonia at 1356 Seven Bridges Road. I can't
tell you why, but in the long run, after the thrill is
gone, they are an excellent antidote if you have
heartburn tonight.
GM: How long would that trip take if we skipped?
I say goodbye to Arlene and good riddance to the cat.
L.S. Creetor.
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Date: 01/09/92; 5:53PM
From: Flint Fireforge [159]

I'll have a hotdog or two, unlss the ketchup is 
realy stadium sauce which makes me gag and kill the
vender... Hmmm... maybe the vender wants some fresh
meat for his hot dogs... "Here kitty kitty kitty"
Can I call Darkwing Duck and have him send
Launchpad over with the Thunderquack so we can FLY over?
If not, I'll pop for a taxi only if it is driven by
Archie Bunker. Meanwhile, I say my goodbyes to my
Mother, Father, Alrene and the Scarecrow...
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Date: 01/09/92; 11:38PM
From: Nightwatcher [1]

Personally, I think that the last time I had 
heard anything about Arlene, The Wrecker was looking at
taking her over. (hint hint). As long as Flint has the
coupons and the $$$ for the trip, I'll just hang onto
mine. However, sealed Sunrises to go sounds great. Give
me 5 of them, 'cause waking up is hard to do. Orb of
Phlegm here we come.
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Date: 01/10/92; 9:01PM
From: Brass Orchid [3]

Flint: You still have a submarine sandwich. Do 
you still want the hotdogs? The vendor gives you $7.95
for the cat and a free Sunrise.
L. S. Creetor: You now have three Sunrises to go.
Nightwatcher: You now have five Sunrises to go.
The taxi is waiting. Oddly enough, the driver
speaks English. The trip to the train station is mostly
uneventful.
You are now in a small town centered around the
Deviant Express Depot. You are standing in front of the
depot. Directly across the street is a lawn and garden
center, with a MacDonalds on one side and a sleazy little
corner tavern on the other. You can see a bank further
down the street and what appears to be an old church.
There is almost no traffic in town. A newspaper
in a box in front of the depot has a headline stating
that it will probably snow heavily in the next 48 hours.
A train schedule posted near the door in a glass-fronted
case shows the next train heading west to be scheduled
for forty-five minutes from now.
There is a kosher dill lying in the street in
front of the depot. You can see the dirigible lifting
over the Macdonalds and watch as it bursts into flames
and plummets to the ground. A parachute opens and you
see a poinsettia in the harness. A voice behind you
says, "There goes another one. Second time this month."
Your move...
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Date: 01/11/92; 1:14AM
From: L. S. Creetor [62]

I have a buck ready in case any DEDhead Loonies 
want to sell me a flower. I also light a cigarette and
ask my mates if they want to go to the church.
L.S. Creetor.
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Date: 01/11/92; 1:55PM
From: The Wrecker [11]

Unfornately this religion stuff isn't my thing! 
yuck!! Did I tell you that Arlene is just my
professional name, well if I didn't tell you my real
name, it's The Wrecker.
Now that sleezy little corner tavern there looks
interesting. Maybe I'll go in there and drum up some
business, in exchange for drinks and such... Maybe one
of you guys can check out the lawn and garden center for
a garden hoe +1+2 and spring for it, until I gather some
cash... if you know what I mean;^)!!
One of you guys wouldn't carry some extra safe sex devices
in your pocket would you!! Otherwise I might not have as
much luck as I would usually have! And I would just have
to have to rely on my charming self and flirt I guess...
You know it would help if the GM would tell me
what I'm carrying! Oh well I'm off!!
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Date: 01/12/92; 2:19AM
From: Brass Orchid [3]

As the Wrecker heads toward the tavern, she might 
think to stop at the bank and cash her severance pay from
the airline. In your purse, you are carrying your check
for $750.65, a can of Mace, your lucky prophylactic
3-pak, a +3 Bic lighter, various emergency makeup and
hygiene products, two pens, three pencil stubs, half a
pack of gum, Captain Robert's ViGro and a wallet
containing your I.D. and such. You also have $12.37 in
assorted loose bills and change. In your flight bag you
have a change of clothes and a pair of comfortable shoes
plus assorted toilet articles and battery operated devices.
The Lawn and Garden shop is having a sale on
shrubs. $3.95 will get you a low-growing Yew. They do
carry +2 hoes, but no +3 hoes.
The church is about to begin an afternoon
service, this being a Saturday.
The tavern has three toothless old men in it and
one bartender. They are slowly playing pool.
The 3:00 train will arrive in 40 minutes and is
the last one until Monday.
The Wrecker's sudden appearence behind you leaves
you somewhat startled since you had thought her to have
gone down with the dirigible.
That probably explains L. S. Creetor's sudden interest in
religion.
Flint discovers a +1 gumwad on his shoe.
Nightwatcher is studying the train schedule.
Your move...
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Date: 01/12/92; 4:45PM
From: Flint Fireforge [159]

Cool! I love gumwads. I have a collection of 
them behind my ear... I think I'll take the flowers from
the dirigible and put on a skull cap and sell them to
replenish the money for the hot dog. I think I'll eat the
sub sandwhich.
Wait a second, where did Nightwatcher come from
and who is he watching? (By the way, before I do
anything, I run into the MacDonald's and use the
facilities.)
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Date: 01/12/92; 6:30PM
From: The Wrecker [11]

Considering what little monetary value is offered 
in the Tavern, I then decide to cash my severance check
at the bank and stop at the McDonalds only to groan
inwardly at the slimey grub offered for sale there and
grab a diet coke to go.
I then rush over to the Lawn and Garden center to
purchase an attractive low-growing yew, because I thought
that it could keep Captain Robert busy for a while, and I
grab a +2 hoe, for any gardening that might have to be
done!! And pushing back regrets at not finding any
likely prospects at the Tavern, even if I would've only
had time for a Wrecker quickie surpise!
And then I think of those trusty old battery
operated devices in my flight bag and my regrets are gone!!
The Wrecker
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Date: 01/13/92; 12:29AM
From: L. S. Creetor [62]

I'll buy a paper and check the classified ads and 
see if they have any light cycles for sale, preferably a
Harlon Davisson 2007 Endorian Replica with low mileage.
If not, I scan the headlines to see if there are any jail
break-outs or break-ins in the recent past, and to see
what happened to the dentist in this town.
I would also like to examine the kosher dill
lying on the ground for traps, and if I find any, I will
ask Nightwatcher to hand the pickle to me. If not, I
will pick it up.
L.S. Creetor.
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Date: 01/13/92; 11:51PM
From: Nightwatcher [1]

After a close examination of the train schedule, 
I find that we don't have time to go to church. If we
do, the last train to Georgia will have quietly passed us
in the night, leaving us stranded here in the middle of
nowhere till Monday.
Checking out the pickle I find that it is indeed
kosher, but nothing else is wrong with it. You can have
it as is.
Wrecker, since you had to resort to batteries,
may I suggest my +11 staff of moaning??
We have about an hour before the train leaves,
what we gonna do boss??
Nightwatcher
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Date: 01/14/92; 3:57PM
From: The Wrecker [11]

+11 huh!... Hmmmmmmmm! Maybe we'll have to 
discuss this on the train.
The Wrecker
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Date: 01/15/92; 1:51AM
From: L. S. Creetor [62]

Who you calling boss? I'll examine the Train 
Schedule for fine print. (I have thick glasses, so I get
a bonus on the roll). Then I will go into a psychedelic
trance for 45 minutes, chanting Pink Floyd lyrics and
letting my psyche heal itself.
L.S. Creetor.
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Date: 01/16/92; 12:08PM
From: BRASS ORCHID [3]

L. S. Creetor slips into a psychadelic trance, 
focusing on the kosher dill, which turns out to be a +4
Missile of Panic, which, when hurled at any adversary,
causes said adversary to momentarily freeze in stunned
amazement and confusion.
Nightwatcher thinks about his +11 staff of
moaning and drifts off into a state of watchful readiness
while waiting to catch the train.
Flint finds, upon attempting to add the +1 Gumwad
to his collection, that it refuses to fuse with the other
wads. He immediately realizes that it is actually a +5
Wad of Adherence, and is, in fact the same +5 Wad of
Adherence he had been using to hold his rear-view mirror
to his windshield.
This can only mean that his car has been broken
into and his stereo stolen in the K-mart parking lot and
the Wad of Adherence has returned to him by a series of
exchanges too bizarre to be repeated here.
Flint now has two -1 Hotdogs of Dubious Origin,
the +5 Wad of Adherence and $39.18 in cash. Eating the
submarine sandwich has increased his strength and stamina
by 50 points.
The Wrecker has $742.88, the low-growing Yew, a
+2 Hoe of Gardening and a Diet Coke from the MacDonalds.
The Wrecker takes the straw and cover from the
drink and is assaulted by a level 7 Cube of Floridated
Ice while drinking. The ice will take 4 minutes to melt
enough for her to breathe and she will lose conciousness
in another 2 minutes.
Your move...
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