Return-path: Received: from listmail.aol.com (listmail.aol.com) by DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU (PMDF V5.0-5 #7763) id <01IFQIGRKC6S018YAU@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU> for JAE@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU; Sun, 23 Feb 1997 00:35:17 -0400 (EDT) Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by listmail.aol.com (LSMTP for Windows NT v1.0a) with SMTP id 05D16E60 ; Sun, 23 Feb 1997 00:32:17 -0500 Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by LISTSERV.AOL.COM (LISTSERV-TCP/IP release 1.8c) with spool id 2615399 for SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM; Sun, 23 Feb 1997 00:33:22 -0500 Received: from vm.stlawu.edu (vm.stlawu.edu [199.0.76.25]) by listserv.aol.com (8.6.12/8.6.12) with SMTP id AAA01132 for ; Sun, 23 Feb 1997 00:33:19 -0500 Received: from VM.STLAWU.EDU by vm.stlawu.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R3) with BSMTP id 1596; Sun, 23 Feb 1997 00:30:09 -0500 (EST) Received: from MUSIC.STLAWU.EDU (NJE origin MUSIC@STLAWU) by VM.STLAWU.EDU (LMail V1.2c/1.8c) with BSMTP id 6686; Sun, 23 Feb 1997 00:30:09 -0500 Date: Sun, 23 Feb 1997 00:30:08 -0500 (EST) From: Marsh Anne Subject: [SW-RPG] FLUFF: FLUFF in da hood Sender: Star Wars Role Playing Game Discussion Group To: SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM Reply-to: Marsh Anne Message-id: <23FEB97.00542672.0025.MUSIC@MUSIC.STLAWU.EDU> X-Mailer: MUSIC/SP V5.1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT Smoke curled around the immense form of Joumama the Hutt. Her bloated mass created enough of a gravitational attraction for everything else in the room that most of the light was sucked up into her maw. "Bring me the Wookie Ale!" she commanded to her various henchmen, who were all staying a safe distance away from her less the become part of her. "But Joumama, that was several fluffs ago! We cannot possibly bring you that!" pleaded Vionak Nachiss, her Kerestian bodyguard and lieutenant. "Then, bring me......the HOLY GRAIL!" "Oh, no," moaned Vionak. He hated Monty Python. "I suppose you are going to make me repeat the entire African/European swallow thing now." "No, I'm not. I command you to go now and begin your quest. And pick up some Bantha Breakfast Biscuits on your way back. I'm getting hungry. And I do not want any of that horrid blue sauce. Get the five million pack. It's the best bargain." Meanwhile in a very unfashionable tavern across town where a very unsuccessful party was just held by Rajne Peya, Wroonian partier and occasional merc... "Jo' mama is so fat, when I tried to plot a course around her in hyperspace, I ran out of gas!" Raj stumbled into the tall Kerestian that just entered the bar, spilling some of his rotgut onto the custom tailored suit of the assassin. Vionak (who was also at Joumama's palace during all this) grabbed Raj by his collar and lifted him up the full meter so they were eye to eye. Raj was so drunk the significance of this was utterly lost on him. "What did you just say about my boss?" "I just said that Jo'mama is so fat that you have to grease the door frame and hold a twinkie on the other side just to get her through." "Normally I would have killed you for that. But since I am on a mission where time is of the essence I won't. I need to find the holy grail in the next two hours." "I'd suggest the movie store, but I'd check Jo'mama's credit before asking her to pay for it," said Raj "This is not going anywhere...I need some plot device to develop the story..." Vionak looked around at the gathered fluffsters who were passed out on the wookie ale and pan galactic gargle blasters. Over in one corner the documentary Varn, World of Water was playing. It was showing a 300 meter high waterfall. Lymman woke up, saw the rushing water and ran towards the restroom. Unfortunately, he slammed into the wall a good half a meter away from the door and fell onto the floor and wet himself... Return-path: Received: from listmail.aol.com (listmail.aol.com) by DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU (PMDF V5.0-5 #7763) id <01IFQK6HCNC891VR8K@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU> for JAE@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU; Sun, 23 Feb 1997 01:24:10 -0400 (EDT) Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by listmail.aol.com (LSMTP for Windows NT v1.0a) with SMTP id DE732320 ; Sun, 23 Feb 1997 01:21:17 -0500 Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by LISTSERV.AOL.COM (LISTSERV-TCP/IP release 1.8c) with spool id 2616898 for SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM; Sun, 23 Feb 1997 01:22:20 -0500 Received: from emout08.mail.aol.com (emout08.mail.aol.com [152.163.125.23]) by listserv.aol.com (8.6.12/8.6.12) with ESMTP id BAA04614 for ; Sun, 23 Feb 1997 01:22:18 -0500 Received: (from root@localhost) by emout08.mail.aol.com (8.7.6/8.7.3/AOL-2.0.0) id BAA29418 for SW-RPG@listserv.aol.com; Sun, 23 Feb 1997 01:23:58 -0500 (EST) Date: Sun, 23 Feb 1997 01:23:58 -0500 From: Scott Simpson Subject: [SW-RPG] Fluff: A fluffster awakens to the call Sender: Star Wars Role Playing Game Discussion Group To: SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM Reply-to: Strafe2@AOL.COM Message-id: <970223012357_1712773655@emout08.mail.aol.com> Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT On a singuarly uninteresting planet in a very uninteresting system, a very average young man wakes up one day and goes to the nearby Cantina. Larga, the barkeep takes one look over and tosses a bottle of "ye olde time beer" at our intrepid hero. "You look like you need one there Alta" "Thanks Larga, say, you wouldn't happen to know how I could find some excitement around here would ya?" "Well now kid, I think I can help ya out here."" With that Larga reaches behind the bar and whips out a little line. "Betcha never seen one of these before kid.... it's a story line. Throw it on the ground and as long as you follow it, good things will happen. Here, take it, I'm too old for these things." "Thanks Larga" Alta tosses the Story Line on the ground and follows it over to where it goes out the door, walking over tables, other patrons, and into a deep hole. Return-path: Received: from listmail.aol.com (listmail.aol.com) by DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU (PMDF V5.0-5 #7763) id <01IFR34G9UQS018YAU@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU> for JAE@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU; Sun, 23 Feb 1997 10:26:56 -0400 (EDT) Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by listmail.aol.com (LSMTP for Windows NT v1.0a) with SMTP id B2C0D9B0 ; Sun, 23 Feb 1997 10:24:06 -0500 Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by LISTSERV.AOL.COM (LISTSERV-TCP/IP release 1.8c) with spool id 2625926 for SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM; Sun, 23 Feb 1997 10:25:09 -0500 Received: from chiswick.globalnet.co.uk (chiswick.globalnet.co.uk [194.126.80.105]) by listserv.aol.com (8.6.12/8.6.12) with ESMTP id KAA05900 for ; Sun, 23 Feb 1997 10:25:05 -0500 Received: from client86d0.globalnet.co.uk (client86d0.globalnet.co.uk [194.126.86.208]) by chiswick.globalnet.co.uk (8.8.4/8.8.5) with SMTP id PAA19621 for ; Sun, 23 Feb 1997 15:26:40 +0000 (GMT) Date: Sun, 23 Feb 1997 15:26:40 +0000 (GMT) From: Bob Francis Subject: [SW-RPG] FLUFF: Pulp FLUFFtion Sender: Star Wars Role Playing Game Discussion Group X-Sender: rkf@mail.globalnet.co.uk To: SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM Reply-to: Bob Francis Message-id: <1.5.4.16.19970223152752.381fc482@mail.globalnet.co.uk> MIME-version: 1.0 X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Light Version 1.5.4 (16) Content-type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT The Docking Bay was filled up with the sleek bulk of the Spamstorm 1. Outside The Drake looked at a map while Cuthbert Fett cleaned the Hold of Ewoks that had appeared in yet another one of those 'Fluff's that had no end' 'Drake are you sure this the right planet? It seems awful quiet to have a party of Fluffsters on it' 'Yeah I know-the Vermithrax Traitor is probably here though due to the Laws of Plot.' Gilga-Squish was busying himself around the entrance to the hangar when a large foot came through the opening-SQUISH. The grizzled Barabel looked down in disgust and shook his leg violently. Gilga flew off it hitting the windscreen of the Spamstorm and dripping down slowly. As Fett and Drake watched a few more Thugs came into the Docking Bay, escorting a Hutt on a RepulsorChair. 'Who the hell's that?' asked Fett. 'Jo'mama' replied the Barabel The two fluffsters looked at each other and sighed. They were back, back in the FLUFF. *** PS I won't be compiling this one Matt Francis rkf@globalnet.co.uk 'Never trust the Grand Vizier...' Return-path: Received: from listmail.aol.com (listmail.aol.com) by DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU (PMDF V5.0-5 #7763) id <01IFSVWOLCC490MT2D@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU> for JAE@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU; Mon, 24 Feb 1997 17:22:15 -0400 (EDT) Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by listmail.aol.com (LSMTP for Windows NT v1.0a) with SMTP id E2432DB0 ; Mon, 24 Feb 1997 17:19:25 -0500 Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by LISTSERV.AOL.COM (LISTSERV-TCP/IP release 1.8c) with spool id 2697495 for SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM; Mon, 24 Feb 1997 17:20:23 -0500 Received: from aldus.northnet.org (aldus.northnet.org [198.175.11.2]) by listserv.aol.com (8.6.12/8.6.12) with SMTP id RAA17027 for ; Mon, 24 Feb 1997 17:10:18 -0500 Received: (qmail-queue invoked by uid 0); Mon, 24 Feb 1997 22:15:04 +0000 Received: from ppp-23.canton.northnet.org (HELO the-beast) (205.232.94.36) by aldus.northnet.org with SMTP; Mon, 24 Feb 1997 22:15:02 +0000 Date: Mon, 24 Feb 1997 17:10:43 -0500 From: Allison and Chris Koch Subject: Re: [SW-RPG] FLUFF: FLUFF in da hood Sender: Star Wars Role Playing Game Discussion Group X-Sender: koch@northnet.org To: SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM Reply-to: Allison and Chris Koch Message-id: <3.0.32.19970224170726.0069e4dc@northnet.org> MIME-version: 1.0 X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Pro Version 3.0 (32) Content-type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT At 12:30 AM 2/23/97 EST, you wrote: >Over in one corner the documentary Varn, World of Water was playing. It was >showing a 300 meter high waterfall. Lymman woke up, saw the rushing >water and ran towards the restroom. Unfortunately, he slammed into the >wall a good half a meter away from the door and fell onto the floor and >wet himself... > > "Ugh..." Limaan groaned as he lifted his thoroughly moistened self off of the floor. "Urrrgh...aaggh...ooohhh..." he added. "Limaan," said Minos, "go back to the ship and change. Shower too." "Yeah, ship good, sound HAPPY wooo...." replied the inebriated Wroonian. "Qel, help him get there would ya?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure Minos." mumbled the drunken cyborg, and the two stumbled out the door. As Minos ordered another Gargle-Blaster, he was tapped lightly upon his left shoulder. He whirled around on his stool, and came face to face with a massive Kerestian in a tasteful business suit. "Excuse me sir," said the Kerestian, "my name is Vionak Nachiss. You wouldn't happen to have a grail about your person would you?" "Depends," replied Minos, "which grail are you lookin' for?" "That would be the Holy Grail sir." "Let's see, Holy Grail, Holy Grail...nope, I don't happen to have a Holy Grail on me. I have the Grail of Many Monkeys, would that do?" "No, I don't think so." "How about the Foley Grail?" "I sincerely doubt it." "Well, I have an 'Avatar of the Month' trophy which looks sort of like a grail..." "No, my employer quite specifically requested the Holy Grail." "Yes, well, that put's you in a bit of a spot doesn't it. By the way, who's your employer?" "Joumama..." "DUN-DUN-DUUUNNNN!" went the dramatic music. "...the Hutt. Where'd that music come from?" "I dunno," replied Minos, " just go with it." "Whatever." "So," continued Minos, "you work for Joumama..." "DUN-DUN-DUUUNNNN!" "(that music's really getting annoying)...the Hutt. What'll happen if you don't find the Grail?" "She'll probably eat me." Minos shuddered at that thought. He could think of few fates worse than being Hutt-chow. And there were few Hutts more foul than Joumama... "DUN-DUN-DUUUNNNN!" "Stop it stop it stop it!" screamed Minos, leaping from his stool, "I didn't even say Joumama--" "DUN-DUN-DUUUNNNN!" "ARRGH! Forget it, I'm done." "About the Grail..." interjected Vionak. "Yes, the Grail!" yelled Minos, leaping up onto the bar, and posing dramatically. "Why are you leaping onto the bar, and posing dramatically?" queried Vionak. "Because it's part of my personal...um...ah...uhhhh.....IDIOM! Yeah, that's it." "OK..." "Don't worry my friend, we'll help you find your Grail!" bellowed Minos with a heroic smile. Vionak looked at Minos uneasily. And there weren't many things that could make Vionak uneasy. Minos pulled a bullhorn out of what seemed like no where, leapt down off of the bar, put the bullhorn to his mouth and bellowed: "AWAKE MY FRIENDS, AWAKE!" The hung-over mass of fluffsters awoke with a start, many of them screaming and holding their ears. "GOOD," said Minos, "NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION...THIS MAN HAS A PROBLEM. HE HAS TO FIND THE HOLY GRAIL _SOON_, OR BE FED TO JOUMAMA--" "DUN-DUN-DUUUNNNN!" Minos' right eye twitched, and the vein above his left began to throb. "as I was saying...THE HUTT! SO TODAY...WE SEEK THE GRAIL! WHO'S WITH ME?" Some of the fluffsters had achieved semi-coherence, and most of them had blasters pointed in Minos' direction. "Run." said Minos, as he turned to sprint out the door. Vionak followed close behind. "Finally," though Minos, as he ran like a sissy-mary, "I have my quest. First I will find the Grail. Then I will find those musicians...and beat the piss out of them." ---- C.M. Koch The cheese stands alone. Return-path: Received: from listmail.aol.com (listmail.aol.com) by DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU (PMDF V5.0-5 #7763) id <01IFSVYUPEWM91VR8K@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU> for JAE@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU; Mon, 24 Feb 1997 17:24:30 -0400 (EDT) Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by listmail.aol.com (LSMTP for Windows NT v1.0a) with SMTP id 1A9DC0D0 ; Mon, 24 Feb 1997 17:21:00 -0500 Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by LISTSERV.AOL.COM (LISTSERV-TCP/IP release 1.8c) with spool id 2697559 for SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM; Mon, 24 Feb 1997 17:21:46 -0500 Received: from aldus.northnet.org (aldus.northnet.org [198.175.11.2]) by listserv.aol.com (8.6.12/8.6.12) with SMTP id RAA17160 for ; Mon, 24 Feb 1997 17:11:33 -0500 Received: (qmail-queue invoked by uid 0); Mon, 24 Feb 1997 22:16:20 +0000 Received: from ppp-23.canton.northnet.org (HELO the-beast) (205.232.94.36) by aldus.northnet.org with SMTP; Mon, 24 Feb 1997 22:16:19 +0000 Date: Mon, 24 Feb 1997 17:11:59 -0500 From: Allison and Chris Koch Subject: [SW-RPG] FLUFF: The Quest Sender: Star Wars Role Playing Game Discussion Group X-Sender: koch@northnet.org To: SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM Reply-to: Allison and Chris Koch Message-id: <3.0.32.19970224171156.006a16c4@northnet.org> MIME-version: 1.0 X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Pro Version 3.0 (32) Content-type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT At 12:30 AM 2/23/97 EST, you wrote: >Over in one corner the documentary Varn, World of Water was playing. It was >showing a 300 meter high waterfall. Limaan woke up, saw the rushing >water and ran towards the restroom. Unfortunately, he slammed into the >wall a good half a meter away from the door and fell onto the floor and >wet himself... > > "Ugh..." Limaan groaned as he lifted his thoroughly moistened self off of the floor. "Urrrgh...aaggh...ooohhh..." he added. "Limaan," said Minos, "go back to the ship and change. Shower too." "Yeah, ship good, sound HAPPY wooo...." replied the inebriated Wroonian. "Qel, help him get there would ya?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure Minos." mumbled the drunken cyborg, and the two stumbled out the door. As Minos ordered another Gargle-Blaster, he was tapped lightly upon his left shoulder. He whirled around on his stool, and came face to face with a massive Kerestian in a tasteful business suit. "Excuse me sir," said the Kerestian, "my name is Vionak Nachiss. You wouldn't happen to have a grail about your person would you?" "Depends," replied Minos, "which grail are you lookin' for?" "That would be the Holy Grail sir." "Let's see, Holy Grail, Holy Grail...nope, I don't happen to have a Holy Grail on me. I have the Grail of Many Monkeys, would that do?" "No, I don't think so." "How about the Foley Grail?" "I sincerely doubt it." "Well, I have an 'Avatar of the Month' trophy which looks sort of like a grail..." "No, my employer quite specifically requested the Holy Grail." "Yes, well, that put's you in a bit of a spot doesn't it. By the way, who's your employer?" "Joumama..." "DUN-DUN-DUUUNNNN!" went the dramatic music. "...the Hutt. Where'd that music come from?" "I dunno," replied Minos, " just go with it." "Whatever." "So," continued Minos, "you work for Joumama..." "DUN-DUN-DUUUNNNN!" "(that music's really getting annoying)...the Hutt. What'll happen if you don't find the Grail?" "She'll probably eat me." Minos shuddered at that thought. He could think of few fates worse than being Hutt-chow. And there were few Hutts more foul than Joumama... "DUN-DUN-DUUUNNNN!" "Stop it stop it stop it!" screamed Minos, leaping from his stool, "I didn't even say Joumama--" "DUN-DUN-DUUUNNNN!" "ARRGH! Forget it, I'm done." "About the Grail..." interjected Vionak. "Yes, the Grail!" yelled Minos, leaping up onto the bar, and posing dramatically. "Why are you leaping onto the bar, and posing dramatically?" queried Vionak. "Because it's part of my personal...um...ah...uhhhh.....IDIOM! Yeah, that's it." "OK..." "Don't worry my friend, we'll help you find your Grail!" bellowed Minos with a heroic smile. Vionak looked at Minos uneasily. And there weren't many things that could make Vionak uneasy. Minos pulled a bullhorn out of what seemed like no where, leapt down off of the bar, put the bullhorn to his mouth and bellowed: "AWAKE MY FRIENDS, AWAKE!" The hung-over mass of fluffsters awoke with a start, many of them screaming and holding their ears. "GOOD," said Minos, "NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION...THIS MAN HAS A PROBLEM. HE HAS TO FIND THE HOLY GRAIL _SOON_, OR BE FED TO JOUMAMA--" "DUN-DUN-DUUUNNNN!" Minos' right eye twitched, and the vein above his left began to throb. "as I was saying...THE HUTT! SO TODAY...WE SEEK THE GRAIL! WHO'S WITH ME?" Some of the fluffsters had achieved semi-coherence, and most of them had blasters pointed in Minos' direction. "Run." said Minos, as he turned to sprint out the door. Vionak followed close behind. "Finally," though Minos, as he ran like a sissy-mary, "I have my quest. First I will find the Grail. Then I will find those musicians...and beat the piss out of them." ---- C.M. Koch The cheese stands alone. Return-path: Received: from listmail.aol.com (listmail.aol.com) by DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU (PMDF V5.0-5 #7763) id <01IFT8HYDBOS018YAU@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU> for JAE@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU; Mon, 24 Feb 1997 23:22:13 -0400 (EDT) Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by listmail.aol.com (LSMTP for Windows NT v1.0a) with SMTP id 29BE3540 ; Mon, 24 Feb 1997 23:19:20 -0500 Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by LISTSERV.AOL.COM (LISTSERV-TCP/IP release 1.8c) with spool id 2716342 for SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM; Mon, 24 Feb 1997 23:20:14 -0500 Received: from emout06.mail.aol.com (emout06.mail.aol.com [152.163.125.97]) by listserv.aol.com (8.6.12/8.6.12) with ESMTP id XAA27664 for ; Mon, 24 Feb 1997 23:19:42 -0500 Received: (from root@localhost) by emout06.mail.aol.com (8.7.6/8.7.3/AOL-2.0.0) id XAA03304; Mon, 24 Feb 1997 23:21:27 -0500 (EST) Date: Mon, 24 Feb 1997 23:21:27 -0500 From: Scott Simpson Subject: Re: [SW-RPG] FLUFF: FLUFF in da hood Sender: Star Wars Role Playing Game Discussion Group To: SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM Reply-to: Strafe2@AOL.COM Message-id: <970224232127_-1105814286@emout06.mail.aol.com> Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT Comments: To: koch@northnet.org Alda walks up just in time to see several figures running out of the cantina, where echos of some weird music seems to be trying to follow... "If I live to be 20, I don't think I'll want to hear such music again" With that, Alda takes off following Minos and Co. Noting all the while that the storyline seems to have flipped over, or arced as it were....to follow them.. "Hay! Wait for me!" Return-path: Received: from listmail.aol.com (listmail.aol.com) by DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU (PMDF V5.0-5 #7763) id <01IFTPGX2LYA018YAU@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU> for JAE@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU; Tue, 25 Feb 1997 07:28:30 -0400 (EDT) Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by listmail.aol.com (LSMTP for Windows NT v1.0a) with SMTP id 19FEE520 ; Tue, 25 Feb 1997 07:25:39 -0500 Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by LISTSERV.AOL.COM (LISTSERV-TCP/IP release 1.8c) with spool id 2728176 for SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM; Tue, 25 Feb 1997 07:26:35 -0500 Received: from emout08.mail.aol.com (emout08.mail.aol.com [152.163.125.23]) by listserv.aol.com (8.6.12/8.6.12) with ESMTP id HAA24050 for ; Tue, 25 Feb 1997 07:26:34 -0500 Received: (from root@localhost) by emout08.mail.aol.com (8.7.6/8.7.3/AOL-2.0.0) id HAA00937 for SW-RPG@listserv.aol.com; Tue, 25 Feb 1997 07:28:22 -0500 (EST) Date: Tue, 25 Feb 1997 07:28:22 -0500 From: Jedi Iles Subject: Re: [SW-RPG] FLUFF: FLUFF in da hood Sender: Star Wars Role Playing Game Discussion Group To: SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM Reply-to: JediIles@AOL.COM Message-id: <970225072821_1645877757@emout08.mail.aol.com> Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT "Not again...." Jedi Master Iles mumbled to himself as he did his best to use detoxify poison to get rid of the hangover and follow the screaming mob of FLUFFsters out the door of the cantina (at least I *think* that's what it is he thought to himself). "Holy Grails! Who the heck would want one of those?" ******* Ah, yes, another FLUFF : ) I guess I'd better finish up that Holy Grail xover I've been doing... And a quick question about the last one...did anyone ever compile the sourcebook for it? Steve Jedi FLUFFster Iles Return-path: Received: from listmail.aol.com (listmail.aol.com) by DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU (PMDF V5.0-5 #7763) id <01IFU22HQKXO90MT2D@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU> for JAE@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU; Tue, 25 Feb 1997 13:28:51 -0400 (EDT) Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by listmail.aol.com (LSMTP for Windows NT v1.0a) with SMTP id 67EC50B0 ; Tue, 25 Feb 1997 13:25:45 -0500 Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by LISTSERV.AOL.COM (LISTSERV-TCP/IP release 1.8c) with spool id 2742953 for SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM; Tue, 25 Feb 1997 13:26:39 -0500 Received: from chiswick.globalnet.co.uk (chiswick.globalnet.co.uk [194.126.80.105]) by listserv.aol.com (8.6.12/8.6.12) with ESMTP id NAA25590 for ; Tue, 25 Feb 1997 13:26:36 -0500 Received: from client86fb.globalnet.co.uk (client86fb.globalnet.co.uk [194.126.86.251]) by chiswick.globalnet.co.uk (8.8.5/8.8.5) with SMTP id SAA12332 for ; Tue, 25 Feb 1997 18:28:14 +0000 (GMT) Date: Tue, 25 Feb 1997 18:28:14 +0000 (GMT) From: Bob Francis Subject: [SW-RPG] FLUFF: Back on plot Sender: Star Wars Role Playing Game Discussion Group X-Sender: rkf@mail.globalnet.co.uk To: SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM Reply-to: Bob Francis Message-id: <1.5.4.16.19970225182930.2ac72022@mail.globalnet.co.uk> MIME-version: 1.0 X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Light Version 1.5.4 (16) Content-type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT Fett and Drake faced Joumamma and prepared themselves for the worst. A distant humming sound filled their ears. 'What's that?' Rumbled Joumamma in Huttese (translated for your convenience) Fett paused. 'It sounds like..no..it can't be..it's, it's a chance to get back in the plot!' Just then the rampaging horde from the cantina ploughed through them scooping up Fett, Drake and Gilga and carrying them onwards. 'Oh SMEG,' thought Fett. 'What if they haven't forgiven me over the beer?' *** About the Sourcebook-I put it all into one file but with college work I don't have the time for anything else. Mail me if you want it. Matt Francis rkf@globalnet.co.uk 'Never trust the Grand Vizier...' Return-path: Received: from listmail.aol.com (listmail.aol.com) by DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU (PMDF V5.0-5 #7763) id <01IFWWLALC5S91VR8K@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU> for JAE@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU; Thu, 27 Feb 1997 14:24:27 -0400 (EDT) Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by listmail.aol.com (LSMTP for Windows NT v1.0a) with SMTP id 86DF92C0 ; Thu, 27 Feb 1997 14:21:30 -0500 Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by LISTSERV.AOL.COM (LISTSERV-TCP/IP release 1.8c) with spool id 2854543 for SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM; Thu, 27 Feb 1997 14:22:18 -0500 Received: from stream-bh.stream.com (stream-bh.stream.com [206.33.80.66]) by listserv.aol.com (8.6.12/8.6.12) with ESMTP id OAA13553 for ; Thu, 27 Feb 1997 14:22:10 -0500 Received: (from uucp@localhost) by stream-bh.stream.com (8.6.12/8.6.11) id OAA18635 for ; Thu, 27 Feb 1997 14:22:35 -0500 Received: from 204.166.208.226 by stream-bh.stream.com via smap (V3.1.1) id xma017807; Thu, 27 Feb 1997 14:20:45 -0500 Received: from ccMail by smtpmail.stream.com (SMTPLINK V2.10.08) id AA857082535; Thu, 27 Feb 1997 09:59:31 -0500 (EST) Date: Thu, 27 Feb 1997 09:59:31 -0500 (EST) From: Jeff Wright Subject: [SW-RPG] FLUFF: The plot thickens Sender: Star Wars Role Playing Game Discussion Group To: SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM Reply-to: Jeff_Wright_at_STRM__Beaverton2@STREAM.COM Message-id: <9701278570.AA857082535@smtpmail.stream.com> Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT Dirk looked up to hear Minos flapping his arms madly and shouting out something about a Holy Grail. Suddenly there was a mad dash to the door of the Cantina, just as Dirk began to get up a lovely old lady came up to him. "I am in need of transportation, my good sir." stated the lady. "I see will I have a ship, where did you need to go and how much did you need to take with you?" Dirk scratched his head for some reason the lady seemed very familiar. "I need to go out somewhere near the Netcom system, I have a cargo of approximately 22 metric tons," replied the lady. "I see will Netcom is a bit away from here, for cargo and transport, I will require 10,000 credits all in advance." "Agreed, and shall I meet you at docking port 23, in shall we say a half- hour." "Umm, yea,...sure," stammered Dirk, "and your name is?" "You can call me Mrs. C," With that she swirled around her red cape flying and walked purposefully towards the door. Damn, Dirk thought where do I remember her from. Thanks, Jeff Wright jfwright@stream.com Return-path: Received: from listmail.aol.com (listmail.aol.com) by DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU (PMDF V5.0-5 #7763) id <01IFX7FAKY26018YAU@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU> for JAE@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU; Thu, 27 Feb 1997 19:34:58 -0400 (EDT) Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by listmail.aol.com (LSMTP for Windows NT v1.0a) with SMTP id EB177DE0 ; Thu, 27 Feb 1997 19:32:07 -0500 Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by LISTSERV.AOL.COM (LISTSERV-TCP/IP release 1.8c) with spool id 2868892 for SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM; Thu, 27 Feb 1997 19:32:52 -0500 Received: from stream-bh.stream.com (stream-bh.stream.com [206.33.80.66]) by listserv.aol.com (8.6.12/8.6.12) with ESMTP id TAA16647 for ; Thu, 27 Feb 1997 19:32:40 -0500 Received: (from uucp@localhost) by stream-bh.stream.com (8.6.12/8.6.11) id TAA13219 for ; Thu, 27 Feb 1997 19:33:05 -0500 Received: from 204.166.208.226 by stream-bh.stream.com via smap (V3.1.1) id xma013171; Thu, 27 Feb 1997 19:32:58 -0500 Received: from ccMail by smtpmail.stream.com (SMTPLINK V2.10.08) id AA857101610; Thu, 27 Feb 1997 15:57:21 -0500 (EST) Date: Thu, 27 Feb 1997 15:57:21 -0500 (EST) From: Jeff Wright Subject: [SW-RPG] FLUFF: Further into the plot Sender: Star Wars Role Playing Game Discussion Group To: SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM Reply-to: Jeff_Wright_at_STRM__Beaverton2@STREAM.COM Message-id: <9701278571.AA857101610@smtpmail.stream.com> Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT Dirk began approaching Dock Port 23. As he approached he began to see several ships taking off. Fluffsters at again, thought Dirk, as he was about to enter he saw the Spamstorm 1 lift off and soon break the sound barrier on it's pursuit off the Grail. Dirk entered his access code into the docking port doors and they opened. "About time you got here." stated a female voice. "What, how, umm, how did you get in here?" asked Dirk Mrs. C tipped her head back and let out an evil cackle, "What through that flimsy door, hehe just something I picked up from my husband." Dirk began to wonder what he had gotten himself into, "Well, if you are ready we will begin loading your cargo aboard and get out of here." "Very well the cargo is over there in the corner." Dirk looked over and saw several wooden boxes piled up there must have been about 20 in all. "I see," said Dirk, as he pulled out his commlink, "Computer, start up the binary lifter and open the Main Cargo Hatch." "Acknowledged," stated the voice over the commlink "Well, Mrs. C there is a fully stocked bar in the lounge if you just well step this way feel free to make yourself a drink, and I will be right up as soon as I get your cargo aboard." "Very well, but be careful if any of those boxes, you well learn a new type of suffering." With that said, Mrs. C turned and purposefully walked towards the ship. ********** 30 minutes later Dirk strode into the crew lounge. Mrs. C was lounging back in his favorite chair, she had a bottle of gin in one hands, and was dipping out of his precious supply of Tekka Nuts with the other hand. "Well is my cargo loaded?" "Loaded and ready," replied Dirk "Ok, here is the coordinates, is there somewhere around here were a woman can fix her hair?" 'Yes, two doors down on the right are the guest quarters." "Thanks, let me know when we get there." Dirk nodded and began on his way up to the cockpit to prepare for lift-off, on his way up he kept being taunted by the sounds of Tekka Nuts crunching. Dirk opened the cockpit door, and made his way up to the Nav console and entered the chip. "Computer, begin plotting a course using pre-loaded coordinates." "Acknowledged....loading.....course plotted in 10 minutes." "Very good, now open a channel to the Space Port." "Channel Open." "This is Rutgers Space Dock, how can we assist you today." "Yes this is Captain Starlighter, of the Freighter Farseer, requesting position to depart." "Permission granted, Captain, enjoy your flight." "Thank you, Control, Farseer out." Dirk then began powering up repulsorlift and shortly the Farseer was off on another adventure. Thanks, Jeff Wright jfwright@stream.com Return-path: Received: from listmail.aol.com (listmail.aol.com) by DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU (PMDF V5.0-5 #7763) id <01IFYO000MB2018YAU@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU> for JAE@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU; Fri, 28 Feb 1997 20:39:48 -0400 (EDT) Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by listmail.aol.com (LSMTP for Windows NT v1.0a) with SMTP id 24159B90 ; Fri, 28 Feb 1997 20:36:57 -0500 Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by LISTSERV.AOL.COM (LISTSERV-TCP/IP release 1.8c) with spool id 2930049 for SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM; Fri, 28 Feb 1997 20:37:37 -0500 Received: from mail.calweb.com (mail.calweb.com [208.131.56.11]) by listserv.aol.com (8.6.12/8.6.12) with ESMTP id TAA25751 for ; Fri, 28 Feb 1997 19:11:38 -0500 Received: from morpheus.calweb.com (morpheus@morpheus.calweb.com [207.173.132.30]) by mail.calweb.com (8.8.5/8.8.5) with SMTP id QAA28376 for ; Fri, 28 Feb 1997 16:04:54 -0800 (PST) Date: Fri, 28 Feb 1997 16:08:21 -0800 From: Steve Lamb Subject: [SW-RPG] [FLUFF] Star War...er, SPACEBALLS! Sender: Star Wars Role Playing Game Discussion Group To: SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM Reply-to: Steve Lamb Message-id: MIME-version: 1.0 Content-type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT "EWWW!" "They shot my hair!" -- "OK, I grab the blaster rifle, double handed, select full auto, drop a Force Point and dump all my character points into it. I'm taking them down!" says Vespa's player. "OK, roll 50D." *chuckle* - - - ---===+{ }+===--- - - - Steve C. Lamb Allo! My pid is Inigo Montoya. You kill -9 my parent process. Prepare to vi.