Don't Ask Rambi Message Board

STOCKTALK

We've detected that you're using an ad content blocking browser plug-in or feature. Ads provide a critical source of revenue to the continued operation of Silicon Investor. We ask that you disable ad blocking while on Silicon Investor in the best interests of our community. If you are not using an ad blocker but are still receiving this message, make sure your browser's tracking protection is set to the 'standard' level.

Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi

Public Reply Prvt Reply Mark as Last Read File

Previous 10 Next 10 Previous Next

To: Thomas C. White who wrote (8253)	2/27/1998 9:33:00 AM
From: Drygulch Dan	Read Replies (2) of 71178

A lurid disgusting cloud of noxious aromas clouds in on his thoughts, just one more false pass ridge and he would have been free! He thought but the stench drags him back to a twilight reality and the old miner opens an eye and blinks yet again at his surroundings and the dream clouds pass and disperse in his fogged gaze... A decrepit little thatched hut with dirt floor polished by years of use and abuse. Through the open windows he senses more than sees the vast surrounding swampland wastes, insects humming in the pre-dawn light, a group of noisy critters possibly howler monkeys chattering in the overhead arboreal tangles. His hands burn at the wrists still tied behind his back limiting his mobility, and the burning pain returns to his rib cage as the festering wound reburns an awareness into his mind. He watches the meandering approach of a cockroach the size of that dirty little fella's foot. As it crawls inevitably towards him, a pulsing gutteral atavistic groaning cry emerges from deep within his countenance as he rails against his bonds and seethes at the thought of that miserable little creature of a cockroach-like human laying a trap for his beloved Rambi. A chicken bawks and scuffles outside his hut. The sleasy little sinister guy approaches once again. If only he could work his hands free from these bonds. Then he spies a fragment of broken glass neglected and impacted in the corner of the hut's mud floor where the cockroach has scurried past at the sound of oncoming feet and a plan emerges just before the dirty looking fast talking little lizard of a man appears beyond the doorway a beaming smile on his face. Drygulch notices a fresh tooth missing from his countenance and what appears to be crude razor cuts on his cheeks where scraggily growth hung in gaps. A greasy unidentifiable smell precedes his approach.

Report TOU Violation

Share This Post

Public Reply Prvt Reply Mark as Last Read File

Previous 10 Next 10 Previous Next