Re: John and the Epics
In reply to Tadeusz (msg # 1):
The eight-armed goddess with a necklace of skulls surveys you. Whether with displeasure or favor, you cannot tell. You saved one of hers, who had been ready to die. You ate an ice cream cone that was tie-dyed by Stevie Nicks. And the Soul Train was playing loud, but you got tossed off by a railroad bull, and landed among stiff, crackly pieces of grass in a field.
And then you smell clean dirt under your noise, and feel relief at getting away from the toxic air of that bizarre world of magic working cyberpunks and megacorporations. You look up, and the Big Dipper is bright in the sky as is the Moon.
You're in a field, bounded by barbed wire, but heavily laden with growth, and ten feet away is a small tree growing amidst weeds, and pulling something down from that tree is a young deer. Beyond it, you can see a herd of perhaps ten more deer. Beyond them seems a thin road of aphalt??