On Sun, 8 Mar 1998, Twoflower wrote:

    It was a very impressive explosion.  There was just the right amount of
BOOM, just the right amount of fire and bright light.  It had a pleasant
deafening quality to it, and there was plenty of smoking shrapnel tossed
about dramatically.  The judges were quite impressed, and scored it a 4.3,
4.4, 4.7, and 3.0.  (The Atlass City judges always scored low.)

Heheh.

walls of the arena flattened, the competitors tossed around the landscape,
one city block in flaming ruin, and all that was left of one of the judges
was a pair of smoking boots.
    But there was a 5.0 in front of those smoking boots, which was equaled
by each judge after they woke up.  5.0, 5.0, 5.0.

HEHHEHEHEH!!!!!

    Lina rooted through the packet of con materials she got (a map, a
schedule and a coupon worth ten percent off anything bought at Stan's
Previously Owned Sacrificial Altars), looking for her tiny paper of

Heh!

    A blur of orange, yellow and purple dashed down the halls of the Happy
Traveler.  No magic was involved, just a lot of determination, a lot of
sugar and a lot of 'spunk.' Elevators hadn't been invented yet except for a
few comedically disastrous efforts at rigging a 'magical lift' which left
passengers in a thin paste at the top of the elevator shaft, so the
Linaesque Blur was forced to take the stairs.

blur

    Night falls over the Happy Traveler Inn like a bushel of ripe
tomatoes : Loud, splashy and with a lot of color.  All irritated

Heh.

music.  Fortunately, the music was being supplied by Mystical Marvin and
his All Telekinesis Driven Band, so there wasn't much chance of all the

Cool!

    "Three cheers for Lina Inverse!"
    "Bring back the book or we'll hang you, Lina Inverse!"
    "HIP HIP HOORAY!"

Heheh :)



This is a really good start, however, you probably don't need to explain
who people are, as anyone who is goingto read a Slayers fanfic probably
already knows who Lina, Gourry, Zelgadis, etc, are.



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      Clever Nabiki sighed.  Magic wouldn't do the trick, either.  The
next day, she tried putting poison in the ogres' food, but everyone just
ended up thinking Princess Tomboy had tried to cook it.
"The Tale of Clever Nabiki", by Hans Christian Anderson