Post by Miss User on May 18, 2005 15:23:32 GMT
The night was black and cold and her terror-stricken heart pounded in her chest as the frail woman made her way slowly through the woods on the rocky path towards the castle. Bats flitted overhead, and the wind was strong, and her soul was gripped in icy fingers as she pulled her long cloak around her and stumbled into the clearing. The castle walls loomed high above her and a single candle burned in an upstairs window. She stopped suddenly, paralysed by fear of the unseen danger she had placed herself in, but she knew her mission was of immeasurable importance. She checked again, and felt the crumpled parchment in her cloak pocket, and she knew. She needed the code, and this was the right way, the only way. Too terrified to breathe, she approached the door and was relieved, as she saw the letterbox immediately. It was large and made of brass, with strange triple eyed skulls decorating either side. This was the place. Gathering all her remaining strength, she gently eased the parchment through the letterbox. It snapped loudly shut, and a wolf howled, and she had set the wheels in motion. She made great haste home to wait. On the parchment, she had inked the question she believed would answer the code, and now she had delivered it to the only being she knew would enlighten her. The parchment said, simply, Please Rusty, whats does the L.S. stand for in L.S. Fiction? And while you're at it, can you tell me about N.W.O. too please. I promise I will use this information only for good works.........
.......and the moral of this story is, sticky buds should not be partaken of at midday.
.......and the moral of this story is, sticky buds should not be partaken of at midday.