This is the cursed story.

After losing the file three times to the hard drive gods,

Eric, the Hard Drive Gods demand a sacrifice!

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    Wyrm (in very brief Aztec ceremonial clothing) holds up a 3.5" floppy
disk reverently. He kneels in front of a burning caldron, chanting...

        "We ask the Great Gohds of the Hard Drive, SCSI, Parallel Port, and
File Server, to safeguard our files against the evils of Head Crash,
Magnetic Storm, and Virus..."

    With great ritual, he drops the disk into the fire, and it burns up.

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-wyrm/dm(AKA Tom Jefferys; Time Lord for Hire, "Have TARDIS; Will Travel.")
      <wyrm@mail.utexas.edu>           <JEFFERYSTR@rascal.guilford.edu>
   Member of the AFSS    {MOUNTAIN DEW ROCKS!!}    Vidboi (Marathon Pfhreak)
             Depraived Kawaii Thing of the First Order, Martin
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=<^_^>= R1/2#_#BGC#_#Sailor Moon#_#Dr Who#_#Star Trek#_#Monty Python =</^_^>=

   Currently operating at <wyrm@middle.of.nowhere.void> for the time being

"I gotta lot of great ideas! Trouble is, most of them suck."

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Still trapped in Eternal Crystal and loving it!