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   | The Olympia Times                                       issue g1-133 |
   | January 8, 1997                                                      |
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   | turn 133  117 players                            http://www.pbm.com/ |

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How do you keep on believing in a goal, when even hope is too optimistic. When the possibility exists, but no mathematical formula will show a probability higher than zero. What magic will cause a man to continue laying bricks when the basement is caving in. Or what spell will make a man continue to lay sand on his sand pile as the waves come in to flatten it out. And yet those who find greatness do keep building a foundation when the weather gets rough. They keep on learning from each collapsed building until they build a tower that reaches the sky. If you look at each stone, it is very heavy. But the tower is Majesty and Beauty and Grandeur. All nobles will die, but only a few will build a tower before they go. There is a tower beckoning each one of us. It is up to us to find it and give it meaning.

-- The day of Rest [ju3]

"How arrogant a statement from Clan Dhabaid. Just proves why everyone hates them."

That's it? Gee, I thought it was because of the mayhem and destruction we caused. If it only takes some arrogance to get people to hate us, then my dragon can knock over your dragon any old time, bub.

Still, I am looking for control items, books, and weapons taken from my people in Hades, and I will find them and get them back. If you're holding one, too bad.

-- Clann Dhabaid [qr2]


South & West CAMARIS Update


Monthly notice: every new visitor to either of

our two fair isles should notify us in advance.

(We'll only get back to you if there's a problem)

-- The Crazy Quilters [vn7]


Anyone want to fight?

I did not find anything in IC either.

Duke Zeegan wears pink fuzzy panties.

No, Oleg would never fall so low as to write rumors just to get the 25 gold.

My, my, my. How selfish some factions are....

Someone Asked: > When does a castle start collecting taxes? When it is first > started, or when it is completed?

Only when it's completed.

Someone Else Asked: > What stuff? I explored in Imperial City all month and never saw > anything. Did anyone else? Or this is just some more bull to screw > up the newbies?

Yup, It was just bull. Uh-huh. And so was everything else Kaden the Hand wrote. Don't believe a word of it. Right.

Yet Another Someone Asked: > Hmm, why no RGS inclusion in the Times?

Because Brett Miller hasn't been heard from, either in the game or in Real Life since some time last November. He was in the process of driving across the country (USA) when he was last heard from. Hopefully he's OK, and just having major computer problems. In the mean time, maybe people should lay off of attacking his faction, seeing as how it's hardly cricket (not that that has ever been an issue for some of you).

-- The Answer Guy

Crazy Quilters,

You continue to post your warnings. But I do not think your resolve, or your strength, has ever been tested. Now your time has arrived. I shall bring my dragon stacks to South Camaris and put you to the Test. I say "I" because I do not think the forces of my fellow members will be required. You are now warned!

It is quiet...too quiet.

> How arrogant a statement from Clan Dhabaid. > Just proves why everyone hates them.

or helpful. anonymity seems to be the best choice in this game, until you're big enough to take on the guys that have been here forever. which is why this isn't signed, either.


Gold for the needy.

Hey! BtA!! What's that on yer tie?

Where is everybody?

All this new land to capture.....

It was very late and Tor was drunk but what else was new? Well as he weaved his way out of a sty of a Inn called the Flying Pig. He would swear it was the house across the street and down one. The Flying Pig had always been at the edge of the village. For years, maybe generations It was the first stop for most of the towns farmers on returning from their fields at the days end. But tonight there was a new house on the edge of town. And he couldn't remember seeing it when he entered the Inn that evening. And what a house. The village was poor. Most of the houses in it were mere hovels. But this new house was so shabby as to make the worst hovel in the village seem luxurious. It looked as if someone had taken the remaining bits and pieces of a dozen forgotten and fallen down buildings and sewn them together with thick vines from the forest. Its structure was so flimsy and rotten one could imagine the light wind sighing through the town was shaking the house. Now wait, There was not a trace of a breeze this night, But the house had made a definite Shhhh sound, and was not only shaking but Tor would swear it had raised up a bit and moved a rod closer to the adjacent house. A huge hand then reached out of the only window in the "new" house. Bumped into the wall of the adjacent house and then found its way into a window. Soon came the noise of furniture being upset and broken in the room the hand had entered. It sounded as if the blindest and clumsyest oaf in the world was searching the room for gold. After just a short time the screams of women was heard from the invaded house. The noise from the invaded room Tripled as if the owner of the hand had decided to trade what little caution it had for speed. Finally out of the invaded house ran several farmers yelling, pulling up their pants and carring their hoes. This was finally enough noise to attract the attention of the patrons of the Flying Pig. All of the towns most drunken farmers stumbled out of the Flying Pig. The newly formed crowd just stared. Not understanding the sight of a giant arm connecting two house. Finally a woman with a very annoyed face came to the door of the invaded house and yelled.

"Gentlemen. It is ruining my place. If it is not stopped It will take me days maybe weeks to fix things and reopen. If you want to visit us any time soon I suggest you do something. NOW !"

As if faced with a threat worse than death the crowd gathered whatever weapons came to hand, Hoes, boards and rocks and attacked the arm. A deafening howl arose form the "new" house. It rose 10 rods into the air as it grew four huge mismatched legs. Two giant heads with one eye each poked through the roof. The house twisted around and started to run for the fields as fast as the four uncoordinated legs could carry it. The last thing Tor heard from it was a huge booming voice saying

"Charng I told you it wouldn't work"

Has anyone ever made a deposit at the First Bank of Provinia? --- Curious Newbie [i0u]

Ooops! Watch that Contract lads!

And should I die before I wake...

How many people are leaving once G2 starts? - XXXX