By: Mike Jennings


OK, I'll try my hand at a story.

There were three of them sitting around the fire, two recruits
still wet behind the ears and one a bit older and more experienced
who (now regreting it) agreed to teach them a little about the
wasteland.  The older recruit was telling the others just what
they had done wrong that day when they where statled by the sound
of someone clearing his throat.

He was standing just outside the light of there fire, it was anybodys
guess how long he'd been there.  One of the new recruits jumps to his
feet brandishing his steel chain "who are you!!?".  The man steps into
the light of the fire and suddenly the older recruit goes cold,
grabbing the young idiots hand he says "sit down before you die!".
The recruits starts to argue when he sees the older recruits face, and
in a rare display of intellegence he sits down.

Calmly as if nothing had happend the man says, "mind if I warm myself
at your fire for a bit?".  "Be my guest" said the older recruit glancing
at the others to make sure they didn't say anything stupid.  The man
squats down by the fire warming his hands, "your going to have to be a
bit more alert if you want to survive out in the wastelands" he
tells them.  "Your the one they call 'Rim Stalker' arn't you?" the older
recruit says, for a moment he dosn't think the man will answer, "yes
that's what they call me", he chucles for a momemt, "among other things".

Rim Stalker stands up, brushing dust from his leg "thanks for the use of
your fire, by the way, I'd be moving on if I were you, I saws signs of a
Tracker a bit south of here, I don't think your ready to mess with him
quite yet."  Rim Stalker walks away from the fire and disappears into the
surrounding darkness, none of the recruits could tell which way he went
once the darkness inveloped him.


"Why do they call him 'Rim Stalker'?" the young recruit who hadn't been
nearly as stupid as the other asked.  "There's a story behind that" the
older recruit sayed, "but right now we'd better head back to the complex,
and hope like hell we make it, of all the luck, a Tracker!!".......

Xanth BBS *Wildcat 3.0* Sac Ca 916-364-1826 (1:203/996)

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