sappatoti
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Joined: 10/30/2006 From: the edge of darkness... Status: offline
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[... the air above the pavilion of old posts begins to distort outwardly, as if someone had pushed it from behind ... a long multiphasic hum begins to sing from the center of the distortion accompanied by sparks and static electrical discharges ... The Orb slowly fades into view, pulsing it's rainbow of colors ... it slowly rotates until a fixed point on The Orb aligns with the glowing trail marker atop the pile of lava rock and wood shavings ... a long beam of blue light emanates from The Orb, pulsing along it's shaft, striking the glowing trail marker ... the hum increases, the waves of distortion around The Orb throb in synchronicity with the pulsing blue beam ... the frequency of the hum's modulations, the waves of distortion, and the beam's pulsations keep increasing in speed and frenzy until ... flames of orange, purple, and green erupt from the pile of lava rock and wood shavings, then settle down to a long, sustainable blaze ... The Orb suddenly goes dark ... all manifestations of its presence cease ... it fades slowly back to the place from which it came, as the flames continue to flicker ...]
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Never mind the man on the edge of the darkness... he means no harm... "Community, Identity, Stability." ~ A Brave New World, Aldous Huxley, 1932 If you don't like my attitude, QUIT TALKING TO ME!
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