Mood: none
Listening to: nothing
Reading about the previous adventures of the Beast of Drof-D'ar and its foray into world politics, our heroes became slightly happier knowing that it had been defeated once before. We all ignored the fact that it had led to the loss of millions of lives from countries all across the globe. Still, our spirits were perked a little by the knowledge that the beast was defeatable. Until we realised that the resolution to it's previous release had been brought about by the recapture of the beast in the vial of K'ram. The vial that was no longer available due to its interaction with tonys backside. Our first problem was finding out exactly where the only other vessel capable of holding such a beast was hiding. The Penguin book was a little unspecific on that particular point. Stating that the vial could be found at the highest point of the worlds tallest underground mountain. None of us had a clue as to what this cryptic location could mean, but set our minds thinking in an effort to solve the puzzle. Tony thought it could be the secret underground missile base that the Koreans had built in the Myohyang mountains but we dismissed that immediately, for if the koreans had found the vial we wouldn't stand a chance of getting it back anyway. No there had to be an easier way to find the replacement vial that we needed, and so put an end to the Beast of Drof-D'ar (and hopefully this pointless tale I hear from the audience). Just as we were pondering what this troublesome clue could mean I heard a loud clatter and clang from upstairs that signalled the arrival of the morning post and perhaps the paper. I left my comfortable chair and legged it up the stairs. Strange that the arrival of post still excites me after all these years. Must be something about unexpected contact with the outside world (Gets lonely here in my padded room, even imaginary access to the outside world is better than nothing!) Sure enough, along with the post was the local paper. I chucked the paper to Julia, intent as I was on opening the selection of brown and white envelopes that the postman had brought me. Nothing but bills and junk as usual. Whilst i'm happily reading through the special offers available at disneyland (apparantly America had freed up a few dollars by decommisioning a few more warheads - see below) Julia had been idly flicking through the local rag. Check this out --- more 2moro
