Right, well... I'm forwarding this for Bogue, who doth
not be on the list right now....
(oh yeah, my address seems to be working again) ^_^

Send comments not to me, but to bogue@negia.net
I repeat, to bogue@negia.net and not to me. Also, since
'e's not on the list right now, he won't see them if you
post 'em here, hokay?



Shinji walked with his father across the field in silence. He didn't
understand why he had been taken to this place. He just knew that something
was wrong. Something that had to do with mother.
Suddenly an open hand was thrust into his face to stop him from walking any
farther. Shinji looked up to his father who blocked his path with his
muscular arm. Looking down at his son he said ,"Shinji, this world is a
horrible place. It must be cleansed of its evil and the people returned to
the state which they were before they became corrupted."
Blinking in confusion Shinji's father grunted in anger. "You do not
understand. What could I expect of a four year old?"
The next movement terrified Shinji when his father grabbed him by the scruff
of his neck and lifted him to eye level.
Staring at him with cruel passionless eyes he said to his son,"I have great
power and could accomplish this, but I could always die. That is why you
were born. To carry on my legacy," he paused for a second and continued,"but
you also have to be as strong as myself or you will not be able to carry out
my plan... And there is one way to test your strength... One way to see if
you truly are my successor."
Carrying the boy he stepped forward and shoved his son to look at what
waited before him. Looking down Shinji saw what must have been a hundred
foot drop into a ravine. He cried and clawed at his father's arm screaming.
All to no avail as he was thrown into the ravine. His screams echoed on and
on until there was nothing, but the sound of the whisping wind.
Heihachi Mishima took one last look and walked away from the field.

Evangelion: The Iron Fist Tournament

Hopefully Not Coming Soon.

Ryoucilo
Until I find better things to write about. Ja ne.




Matthew Lewis is:
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	a casualty of causality
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	"Khattam-Shud," he said slowly, "is the Arch-Enemy
of all Stories, even of Language itself. He is the Prince of
Silence and the Foe of Speech. And because everything ends,
because dreams end, stories end, life ends, at the finish
of everything we use his name. 'It's finished,' we tell one
another, 'it's over. Khattam-Shud: The End.'"

	-excerpted from Haroun and the Sea of Stories,
		by Salman Rushdie
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