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The DirectorGeneral posted 12-10-98 10:49 PM ET
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Location: The men's room of a British Petroleum gas station about half an hour north-northeast of Hunt Valley.
Time: Just after sunrise.
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The Director-general leaned heavily on the sink, staring into the smudged mirror. The skin of his forehead was so raw from scrubbing it was just shy of bleeding. It had taken forty-five damn minutes; but that freaking "Intel Inside" logo was finally gone. The DG shuddered again at the thought of having any of Bill Gate's proprietary tech inside his skull. He knew people that could fix that little problem, but there was no time for that now.
Upon awakening in the front seat of his trusty (not to mention possessed) 1970 Dodge Dart, He had found that it had parked here next to this BP. A few simple modifications to the pay phone had allowed him to access his Global Automated Intelligence Network and receive updates to the situation. According to G.A.I.N., things had gotten out of hand during his most recent abduction.
(((Damn those freaky alien product testers for once again using me as a guinea pig,))) the DG cursed inwardly.
CWAL HV, the mysterious organization he had come south to meet, had apparently learned that FIRAXIS had moved the master CD for SMAC on its base on Chiron.
(((Great, time travel and another star system. Joy, Joy.)))
Taking one last look in the mirror, just to be certain the markings were in fact gone, Director General A. L. Aurelius stepped out into the December dawn. After a quick run inside for coffee and snacks, he slid behind the wheel of the Dart and pondered where to go next.
"Sorry, old girl," he said as he patted the dashboard, "you're good, but I think mucking about with the fabric of time and space is a bit beyond either of us."
<<<BrmmMMMmmmblelebmmmm>>> The Dart's engine turned over, the slight hesitation in its starter more from its mood than any mechanical problem.
"You know, my pals out in Nevada might have something for us. Yeah, it's as good a place to start as any."
And with that, The DG and The Dart began the cross-country trek to warehouse 23�
To be continued�

Fjorxc the Maniac posted 12-10-98 11:09 PM ET
Welcome aboard, DG! That's a pretty good initiation story, too...
Possessed 1970 Dodge Dart? Kinda reminds me of Tyblat's talking '72 Ford Pinto, though that was a LONG time ago...
Imran Siddiqui posted 12-10-98 11:52 PM ET
So, I see the DG has come out of Exile, welcome back. Prepare for some fun battles with BoS troops! Good Luck on the impending roadtrip.
Imran Siddiqui
President of Brotherhood of Sid
The DirectorGeneral posted 12-11-98 01:39 AM ET
Glad to be back, and glad to be on board...
hang on people, it only gets weirder from here!
Advinius Longinus Aurelius,
The DG.
<<< this is NOT a FNORD. thank you. move along>>>
The DirectorGeneral posted 12-11-98 01:33 PM ET
Roadtrip with the DG
Day 2
Northern Ohio, on the turnpikes�
Advinius Aurelius, Also known to some as the Director General, caught himself falling asleep at the wheel again. The endless monotony of this stretch of I-80 was enough to break even the strongest will if one stayed on it too long.
(((I've got to stay awake. If I pull over and take a nap, THEY will find me.)))
The DG felt the hair rise on the back of his neck at the mere thought of THEM. No one really knew who or what THEY were, but it is documented fact among the various conspiracies and secret societies Advinius had contacts in that THEY waited at the margins of the Ohio Turnpikes and sent out sleep inducing thought waves. Then, when someone stopped to rest late at night, and no other cars were around to see, THEY come and suck all the individuality and personality out of the poor souls they've caught.
After all, who do you think works on all those little farms along the turnpike?
To be continued�
DarkLight posted 12-11-98 05:40 PM ET
THEY? Oh, you should meet Paranoid. He'd both hate and love you.
The DirectorGeneral posted 12-13-98 07:47 PM ET
Roadtrip with The DG
Day 3
Location: Somewhere in the Arizona desert
time: 10:42 PM (Local time)
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The DG sat by his little fire and shivered.
(((Damn, but it gets cold out here at night)))
Looking away from the flames, he could barely make out the outline of The Dart. He was too close to the fire to see well in the dark, but whatever was going on over there seemed to be changing the outline of the car.
(((I really hope it's gonna be OK. I like that car.)))
A few hours ago, without warning, the Dart pulled onto a dirt road off the highway and got way out here before it stopped and basicaly spit him out of the driver's seat.
Strange noises had started coming out from under the hood, and had been continuing for hours, sounding like a combination between a chorus of whispers and large claws draging down a larger chalkboard.
(((I'd check the engine, but well, that damn car never has let me look under the hood...)))
(((Well, come dawn anyways, I guess I'll find out. Maybe then I'll finally learn where the Dart came from, and what it REALLY is.)
to be continued...
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Author	Topic: (CWAL HV related) Roadtrip with the DG
The DirectorGeneral	posted 12-10-98 10:49 PM ET --------------------------------------------- Location: The men's room of a British Petroleum gas station about half an hour north-northeast of Hunt Valley. Time: Just after sunrise. --------------------------------------------- The Director-general leaned heavily on the sink, staring into the smudged mirror. The skin of his forehead was so raw from scrubbing it was just shy of bleeding. It had taken forty-five damn minutes; but that freaking "Intel Inside" logo was finally gone. The DG shuddered again at the thought of having any of Bill Gate's proprietary tech inside his skull. He knew people that could fix that little problem, but there was no time for that now. Upon awakening in the front seat of his trusty (not to mention possessed) 1970 Dodge Dart, He had found that it had parked here next to this BP. A few simple modifications to the pay phone had allowed him to access his Global Automated Intelligence Network and receive updates to the situation. According to G.A.I.N., things had gotten out of hand during his most recent abduction. (((Damn those freaky alien product testers for once again using me as a guinea pig,))) the DG cursed inwardly. CWAL HV, the mysterious organization he had come south to meet, had apparently learned that FIRAXIS had moved the master CD for SMAC on its base on Chiron. (((Great, time travel and another star system. Joy, Joy.))) Taking one last look in the mirror, just to be certain the markings were in fact gone, Director General A. L. Aurelius stepped out into the December dawn. After a quick run inside for coffee and snacks, he slid behind the wheel of the Dart and pondered where to go next. "Sorry, old girl," he said as he patted the dashboard, "you're good, but I think mucking about with the fabric of time and space is a bit beyond either of us." <<<BrmmMMMmmmblelebmmmm>>> The Dart's engine turned over, the slight hesitation in its starter more from its mood than any mechanical problem. "You know, my pals out in Nevada might have something for us. Yeah, it's as good a place to start as any." And with that, The DG and The Dart began the cross-country trek to warehouse 23� To be continued�
Fjorxc the Maniac	posted 12-10-98 11:09 PM ET Welcome aboard, DG! That's a pretty good initiation story, too... Possessed 1970 Dodge Dart? Kinda reminds me of Tyblat's talking '72 Ford Pinto, though that was a LONG time ago...
Imran Siddiqui	posted 12-10-98 11:52 PM ET So, I see the DG has come out of Exile, welcome back. Prepare for some fun battles with BoS troops! Good Luck on the impending roadtrip. Imran Siddiqui President of Brotherhood of Sid
The DirectorGeneral	posted 12-11-98 01:39 AM ET Glad to be back, and glad to be on board... hang on people, it only gets weirder from here! Advinius Longinus Aurelius, The DG. <<< this is NOT a FNORD. thank you. move along>>>
The DirectorGeneral	posted 12-11-98 01:33 PM ET Roadtrip with the DG Day 2 Northern Ohio, on the turnpikes� Advinius Aurelius, Also known to some as the Director General, caught himself falling asleep at the wheel again. The endless monotony of this stretch of I-80 was enough to break even the strongest will if one stayed on it too long. (((I've got to stay awake. If I pull over and take a nap, THEY will find me.))) The DG felt the hair rise on the back of his neck at the mere thought of THEM. No one really knew who or what THEY were, but it is documented fact among the various conspiracies and secret societies Advinius had contacts in that THEY waited at the margins of the Ohio Turnpikes and sent out sleep inducing thought waves. Then, when someone stopped to rest late at night, and no other cars were around to see, THEY come and suck all the individuality and personality out of the poor souls they've caught. After all, who do you think works on all those little farms along the turnpike? To be continued�
DarkLight	posted 12-11-98 05:40 PM ET THEY? Oh, you should meet Paranoid. He'd both hate and love you.
The DirectorGeneral	posted 12-13-98 07:47 PM ET Roadtrip with The DG Day 3 Location: Somewhere in the Arizona desert time: 10:42 PM (Local time) ------------------------------- The DG sat by his little fire and shivered. (((Damn, but it gets cold out here at night))) Looking away from the flames, he could barely make out the outline of The Dart. He was too close to the fire to see well in the dark, but whatever was going on over there seemed to be changing the outline of the car. (((I really hope it's gonna be OK. I like that car.))) A few hours ago, without warning, the Dart pulled onto a dirt road off the highway and got way out here before it stopped and basicaly spit him out of the driver's seat. Strange noises had started coming out from under the hood, and had been continuing for hours, sounding like a combination between a chorus of whispers and large claws draging down a larger chalkboard. (((I'd check the engine, but well, that damn car never has let me look under the hood...))) (((Well, come dawn anyways, I guess I'll find out. Maybe then I'll finally learn where the Dart came from, and what it REALLY is.) to be continued...