From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 06:08:53 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id GAA23307 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 06:08:39 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id GAA23302 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 06:08:37 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id GAA01024; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 06:06:48 -0500 Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 06:06:48 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Forthcoming Sonic story s... In-Reply-To: <199503010449.XAA27734@acmex.gatech.edu> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Tue, 28 Feb 1995, Robin Hood wrote: > All true, and I for one believe that we are not alone in this universe. > (Tho' I don't think the odds are QUITE 50/50 about life existing on > any given planet. Here in our solar system alone the odds are 8 to 1.) Considering how many planets there are, it seems inevitable that at least one other is supporting life. Perhaps (probably?) not life as we know it, but still life. Although some out there disagree, no one on Earth has encountered extra-terrestrial life, and without a standard for comparison, we can't really say what would be life that is not as we know it. > But what makes me believe that Mobius is part of another universe primarily > the fact that pure magic (the Time Stones, the Chaos Emeralds) exists. > At the same time, however, I like to believe that the universe that Mobius > exists in is parallel in many aspects to our own, and that Mobius is > that universe's Earth. Mobius and Earth share many of the same animal > and plant species (albeit at different points of evolution), they have > chili dogs :-), and, assuming that we're not hearing translations, even use > the same languages. It seems unlikely that another planet in this or another universe would have developed both English and French in a form so close to what we know -- and that Sonic would even identify Antoine as from the French section of Mobius. For that to hold true, there would have to be a France on Mobius with the same language and culture (remember Snively torturing Antoine with escargot and margarine?). That close a parallel is so unlikely that Sonic would probably have mean to draw for us a comparison we can understand to a place on Mobius quite similar to what we know as France. As for translations, we do hear the voices of Jaleel White, Charlie Adler, etc., not the voices of Sonic, Snively, etc. So maybe those are translations after all. And the other choice would have been subtitles (which I don't think would have done much for ABC's ratings). But then, we'll need to track down who on Earth learned their language so that we can all learn it too. > Another thing that makes me dismiss the idea of a future Earth is the > HUGE improbability that many species on Earth could evolve from where they > are now into sentient beings in just under 2000 years, nuclear accident > mutations or not. So far it's taken humans 2.5 million years! There's one more thing to remember about time. Even on Earth, not everyone considers it to be 1995. There are some cultures who use their own calendar and consider the current year to be something else, although they do use 1995 when communicating with the rest of the world. So who says 3730 on Mobius couldn't be 19xx (or even 18xx) on Earth? It all depends on when you want to start counting, and Mobius probably has its own special event from not quite 4000 years ago to begin counting from. And then we can get into the question of whether it takes approximately 365.25 Earth days or xxx Mobius days for Mobius to revolve once around its sun. Or does it orbit at all? We know Knothole had a big snowstorm, so Mobius probably does tilt on its axis towards/away from its sun. > And now for something completely tasteless... > I wonder if Sonic has ever eaten any of his friends when he had chili > dogs. Is that why we don't see Porker Lewis in the Archie comics? > <<>> I never could see a name, but a pig is in Sally's mini-series #1. But of course Sonic isn't, except in the intro and the adverts. And he could be eating one of those artificial 'dogs where probably no one is quite sure what the thing is made of. But as long as you had to bring up a tasteless point.... He may just be eating those who were about to (for whatever reason) defect to Robotnik's side. I guess everyone has a few skeletons in the closet, and Mobius is no exception. -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 09:34:41 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA24691 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 09:34:27 -0500 Received: from hubcap.clemson.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA24686 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 09:34:23 -0500 Received: (pgettle@localhost) by hubcap.clemson.edu (8.6.7/8.6.4) id JAA25525; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 09:37:46 -0500 Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 09:37:45 -0500 (EST) From: Paul Gettle To: sonic@sard.mv.net cc: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Chili Dogs and Friends In-Reply-To: <199503010449.XAA27734@acmex.gatech.edu> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Tue, 28 Feb 1995, Robin Hood wrote: > And now for something completely tasteless... > > I wonder if Sonic has ever eaten any of his friends when he had chili > dogs. Is that why we don't see Porker Lewis in the Archie comics? Well in a few eppisodes they show Hot Dog stands.... and the chef who serves Sonic is a pig. (This leads me to belive that Mobian chili dogs aren't made out of pork) -- Paul Gettle (pgettle@hubcap.clemson.edu) "You're wrong. I'm right. As usual." -- Princess Sally "Do not taunt Happy Fun Fox." -- Disclaimer From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 09:45:20 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA24776 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 09:45:16 -0500 Received: from sentinel.synapse.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA24771 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 09:45:09 -0500 Received: from bme.synapse.net (bme.synapse.net [199.84.54.59]) by sentinel.synapse.net (8.6.10/8.6.10) with SMTP id JAA21781 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 09:48:54 -0500 Message-Id: <199503011448.JAA21781@sentinel.synapse.net> X-Sender: akwong@pop.synapse.net X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Version 1.4.3 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Wed, 01 Mar 1995 09:48:55 -0500 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: akwong@bme.synapse.net (Adrian Kwong) Subject: I like the happy fun fox Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I like the "Happy Fun Fox". In the Weekday cartoon he looks cute. And he fly's. In the videogames, I like to play Tails most of the time. I think the Sega guy should see if he could sneak it into the credits of the next Tails (or Sonic) game. --- =========================================================================== Adrian Kwong akwong@bme.synapse.net 613-726-6762 Bald Mountain Ent. ak605@freenet.carleton.ca Ottawa, Ontario =========================================================================== From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 10:37:22 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA25292 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 10:36:57 -0500 Received: from hubcap.clemson.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA25287 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 10:36:45 -0500 Received: (pgettle@localhost) by hubcap.clemson.edu (8.6.7/8.6.4) id KAA20142; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 10:40:14 -0500 Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 10:40:09 -0500 (EST) From: Paul Gettle To: sonic@sard.mv.net cc: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Put Happy Fun Fox in the credits! In-Reply-To: <199503011448.JAA21781@sentinel.synapse.net> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Wed, 1 Mar 1995, Adrian Kwong wrote: > I like the "Happy Fun Fox". In the Weekday cartoon he looks cute. And he > fly's. In the videogames, I like to play Tails most of the time. > > I think the Sega guy should see if he could sneak it into the credits of > the next Tails (or Sonic) game. > Ooohhh. Now that's a good idea. Saturday Night Live might try to sue Sega for copyright infringemnet though. Probably not. -- Paul Gettle (pgettle@hubcap.clemson.edu) "You're wrong. I'm right. As usual." -- Princess Sally "Do not taunt Happy Fun Fox." -- Disclaimer. From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 10:43:10 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA25348 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 10:43:02 -0500 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA25337; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 10:43:01 -0500 Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 10:41:35 -0500 (EST) From: Ratman Subject: the weekday show To: sonic@sard.mv.net In-Reply-To: <199503010527.XAA19526@netcom12.netcom.com> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Tue, 28 Feb 1995, Fuzzy Fox wrote: > > I make it a rule NEVER to even THINK about anything in AoStH > > (Adventures of...the syndicated show) as being remotely canonical. > > Sorry, but that show is a mess! > > Well, it does have its own internal consistency about it. But I agree > that it has nothing to do with the SatAM show or the comic book. Does anybody know what network the weekday show is on? I'd like to see it at least once. And what time too. I have cable, so if it's on USA or TBS, I can see it there, if it on. Or is it independant UHF channels? --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Work: paul@mv.mv.com | Play: rat@rat.mv.com WWW : http://www.mv.com/users/rat | FTP : ftp://ftp.mv.com/pub/users/rat AOL : PaulHurley | CIS : 75014,77 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 10:49:12 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA25408 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 10:49:08 -0500 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA25402; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 10:49:07 -0500 Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 10:48:03 -0500 (EST) From: Ratman Subject: Re: Put Happy Fun Fox in the credits! To: sonic@sard.mv.net In-Reply-To: Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Wed, 1 Mar 1995, Paul Gettle wrote: > > I like the "Happy Fun Fox". In the Weekday cartoon he looks cute. And he > > fly's. In the videogames, I like to play Tails most of the time. > > > > I think the Sega guy should see if he could sneak it into the credits of > > the next Tails (or Sonic) game. > > > > Ooohhh. Now that's a good idea. Saturday Night Live might try to sue Sega > for copyright infringemnet though. Probably not. Saturday Night Live? What are you talking about? I thought "Happy Fun Fox" was just something you guys made up. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Work: paul@mv.mv.com | Play: rat@rat.mv.com WWW : http://www.mv.com/users/rat | FTP : ftp://ftp.mv.com/pub/users/rat AOL : PaulHurley | CIS : 75014,77 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 12:47:17 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA26388 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 12:46:54 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA26383 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 12:46:50 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA26068; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 12:50:35 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA20572; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 12:50:31 -0500 Message-Id: <9503011750.AA20572@edmund> Subject: Re: Put Happy Fun Fox in the credits! To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 12:50:31 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: from "Ratman" at Mar 1, 95 10:48:03 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: The windup: > On Wed, 1 Mar 1995, Paul Gettle wrote: > > > Ooohhh. Now that's a good idea. Saturday Night Live might try to sue Sega > > for copyright infringemnet though. Probably not. > > Saturday Night Live? What are you talking about? I thought "Happy Fun Fox" > was just something you guys made up. > And the pitch: The HFF phrase is based on an SNL mock commercial for "Super Happy Fun Ball" -- the joke was that the "commercial" consisted of about 10 seconds of advertisement for a toy ball and about 90 seconds of legal disclaimers [e.g., not to leave it out of its container, how it's being used in the Gulf War against Iraq, etc -- which dates the commercial -- and the disclaimer: "Do not taunt Super Happy Fun Ball."]. So much for cultural history, Daniel J. Drazen drazen@andrews.edu Care Bears fan and Sonic the Hedgehog maven ================================================================= BROADCAST STANDARDS & PRACTICES: "Here'e where the scripts are carefully edited to make sure that no jokes are too funny. We don't want any kids laughing too hard and hurting themselves." Eek the Cat ================================================================= From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 12:50:43 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA26437 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 12:50:40 -0500 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA26431; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 12:50:39 -0500 Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 12:48:46 -0500 (EST) From: Ratman Subject: Re: Put Happy Fun Fox in the credits! To: sonic@sard.mv.net In-Reply-To: <9503011750.AA20572@edmund> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Wed, 1 Mar 1995, Dan Drazen wrote: > > Saturday Night Live? What are you talking about? I thought "Happy Fun Fox" > > was just something you guys made up. > > > > And the pitch: > > The HFF phrase is based on an SNL mock commercial for "Super Happy Fun > Ball" -- the joke was that the "commercial" consisted of about 10 > seconds of advertisement for a toy ball and about 90 seconds of legal > disclaimers [e.g., not to leave it out of its container, how it's being > used in the Gulf War against Iraq, etc -- which dates the commercial -- > and the disclaimer: "Do not taunt Super Happy Fun Ball."]. So it _IS_ an origional idea. Great! I don't think that is infringement. Linking Tails to Super Happy Fun Ball is quite a stretch. I did see that on SNL, but never recalled "Fox" in the name anywhere.. :-) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Work: paul@mv.mv.com | Play: rat@rat.mv.com WWW : http://www.mv.com/users/rat | FTP : ftp://ftp.mv.com/pub/users/rat AOL : PaulHurley | CIS : 75014,77 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 12:56:14 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA26534 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 12:56:10 -0500 Received: from hubcap.clemson.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA26529 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 12:56:08 -0500 Received: (pgettle@localhost) by hubcap.clemson.edu (8.6.7/8.6.4) id MAA14478; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 12:59:45 -0500 Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 12:59:44 -0500 (EST) From: Paul Gettle To: sonic@sard.mv.net cc: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Put Happy Fun Fox in the credits! In-Reply-To: Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Wed, 1 Mar 1995, Ratman wrote: > On Wed, 1 Mar 1995, Paul Gettle wrote: > > > Ooohhh. Now that's a good idea. Saturday Night Live might try to sue Sega > > for copyright infringemnet though. Probably not. > > Saturday Night Live? What are you talking about? I thought "Happy Fun Fox" > was just something you guys made up. No, we adapted Happy Fun Fox from a Saturday Night Live comercial parody. The orignal was a comercial for Happy Fun Ball. There were about five seconds of promtions for the product and about a minute of disclaimers including "Happy Fun Ball has been shown to cause cancer in labratory animals," "Pregnant women should avoid exposure to Happy Fun Ball," and the ominous sounding "Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball." -- Paul Gettle (pgettle@hubcap.clemson.edu) "You're wrong. I'm right. As usual." -- Princess Sally "Do not taunt Happy Fun Fox." -- Disclaimer From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 12:59:51 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA26569 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 12:59:49 -0500 Received: from hubcap.clemson.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA26564 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 12:59:44 -0500 Received: (pgettle@localhost) by hubcap.clemson.edu (8.6.7/8.6.4) id NAA09152; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 13:03:12 -0500 Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 13:03:12 -0500 (EST) From: Paul Gettle To: sonic@sard.mv.net cc: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Put Happy Fun Fox in the credits! In-Reply-To: Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Wed, 1 Mar 1995, Ratman wrote: > So it _IS_ an origional idea. Great! I don't think that is infringement. > Linking Tails to Super Happy Fun Ball is quite a stretch. > > I did see that on SNL, but never recalled "Fox" in the name anywhere.. :-) Which is why SNL probably won't sue. Go ahead and put Happy Fun Fox in the credits. -- Paul Gettle (pgettle@hubcap.clemson.edu) "You're wrong. I'm right. As usual." -- Princess Sally "Do not taunt Happy Fun Fox." -- Disclaimer From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 13:04:11 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA26651 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 13:04:07 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA26643 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 13:04:03 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id MAA08485 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 12:07:54 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Wed, 1 Mar 95 10:05 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0D572004 Wed, 01 Mar 95 09:21:23 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503010921.0D57200@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Wed, 01 Mar 95 09:21:23 Subject: Now, that's just dandy. (grr To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Well, all I have to say is that no matter what, this mailing list will ive live on for a long time and that's what matters in the long run right? Craig / Tails "Happy Fun Fox" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 13:05:33 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA26676 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 13:05:26 -0500 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA26670; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 13:05:25 -0500 Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 13:05:02 -0500 (EST) From: Ratman Subject: Re: Now, that's just dandy. (grr To: sonic@sard.mv.net In-Reply-To: <9503010921.0D57200@twty.chi.il.us> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Wed, 1 Mar 1995 craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us wrote: > > Well, all I have to say is that no matter what, this mailing list will ive live > on for a long time and that's what matters in the long run right? You can count me in. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Work: paul@mv.mv.com | Play: rat@rat.mv.com WWW : http://www.mv.com/users/rat | FTP : ftp://ftp.mv.com/pub/users/rat AOL : PaulHurley | CIS : 75014,77 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 13:58:27 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA27483 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 13:58:22 -0500 Received: from sonic.segaoa.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA27472 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 13:57:57 -0500 Received: from blackhole.segaoa.com by sonic.segaoa.com (5.0/SMI-SVR4) id AA04060; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 11:01:36 +0800 Received: by blackhole.segaoa.com with Microsoft Mail id <2F54C457@blackhole.segaoa.com>; Wed, 01 Mar 95 11:00:39 PST From: "Wallis, Mike" To: Sonic mailing list Subject: RE> the weekday show Date: Wed, 01 Mar 95 10:59:00 PST Message-Id: <2F54C457@blackhole.segaoa.com> Encoding: 22 TEXT X-Mailer: Microsoft Mail V3.0 content-length: 642 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Tue, 28 Feb 1995, Fuzzy Fox wrote: >Does anybody know what network the weekday show is on? I'd like to see it at >least once. And what time too. >I have cable, so if it's on USA or TBS, I can see it there, if it on. >Or is it independant UHF channels? In the SF Bay Area the show is on Channel 44 (a UPN affiliate) at 8:30 in the morning. >I like the "Happy Fun Fox". In the Weekday cartoon he looks cute. And he >fly's. In the videogames, I like to play Tails most of the time. >I think the Sega guy should see if he could sneak it into the credits of >the next Tails (or Sonic) game. Hmmm... Well... No promises. :) -Mike From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 14:11:44 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA27593 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 14:11:40 -0500 Received: from acmez.gatech.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA27588 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 14:11:38 -0500 From: gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu Received: (from gt6005a@localhost) by acmez.gatech.edu (8.6.9/8.6.9) id OAA15150 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 14:15:30 -0500 Message-Id: <199503011915.OAA15150@acmez.gatech.edu> Subject: Re: the weekday show To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 14:15:29 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: from "Ratman" at Mar 1, 95 10:41:35 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] Content-Type: text Content-Length: 701 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > On Tue, 28 Feb 1995, Fuzzy Fox wrote: > > Does anybody know what network the weekday show is on? I'd like to see it at > least once. And what time too. > I have cable, so if it's on USA or TBS, I can see it there, if it on. > Or is it independant UHF channels? > The week-day afternoon show is syndicated, so "check your locak TV listings." Here in Atlanta, it comes on the UPN station. -- *******Robin Hood (Kris Kelley) gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu***************** * fnord-42-froinlaven-cowabunga-the truth is out there-get out-spin dash * * are you pondering what I'm pondering?-welcome to the next level-yars!! * * finish him!-i hope i've shown you how to treat a lady-i'm a character! * From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 15:00:28 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA27998 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 15:00:12 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA27993 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 15:00:10 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id OAA13300 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 14:04:03 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Wed, 1 Mar 95 14:07 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0IFBJ009 Wed, 01 Mar 95 13:06:57 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503011306.0IFBJ00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Wed, 01 Mar 95 13:06:57 Subject: Inssue #22 is out. To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Ok sonic fans, issue #22 is out and it throws more curves the the baseball strike. First off, A few story idea's have been hinted at. Like how tails meet and what happend to sonic's mother. Also, is it possable for our 2 tailed "Happy fun fox" to get his own mini-series? Well, it looks like if a lot of poeple write in and ask for it, it will happen. Also, they once again give ages and they say that sonic and sally are about 15 (a bit off from the show.) They also say that tails is 5 years old. (once again, a bit off from the show which says his age is 10. What do you all think? I think we should all write to archie and tell them "YES! We want a tails mini-series." Also, I miss the corner boxes on the cover of the comic. Who else misses it? Well, thats if for now. issue #22 just cam out today in chicago so it may not be out everywhere just yet but keep From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 16:07:17 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA29059 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 16:06:53 -0500 Received: from er5.rutgers.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA29054 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 16:06:49 -0500 Received: (from empire@localhost) by er5.rutgers.edu (8.6.8.1+bestmx+oldruq+newsunq/8.6.6) id QAA12622 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 16:10:41 -0500 Date: Wed, 1 Mar 95 16:10:37 EST From: Michael Kraft To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Some info on Sonic TV series. Message-ID: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I got this from someone on rec.arts.animation. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wrote for the weekday 'Adventures of...". We did the writing for those about two years ago -- all 64 episodes done in one season. The weekend Sonic, I believe, was written over the course of at least a couple of seasons, and I have to admit, I've only actually watched one or two episodes from that series. The story editors of the ABC show didn't want to work with the syndicated crew (which actually was done first) because they didn't want to new show to be influenced by ours. As far as the future of the ABC Sonic, I have no idea. Haven't been keeping up with the folks at DiC (I'm a freelancer and have been working elsewhere the last couple of years.) Anyway, gotta speed keed! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Michael Kraft (empire@eden.rutgers.edu) Computer Engineering Student Rutgers University, NJ, USA From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 16:44:59 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA29563 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 16:44:51 -0500 Received: from hubcap.clemson.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA29558 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 16:44:43 -0500 Received: (pgettle@localhost) by hubcap.clemson.edu (8.6.7/8.6.4) id QAA30486 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 16:47:53 -0500 From: Paul Gettle Message-Id: <199503012147.QAA30486@hubcap.clemson.edu> Subject: Happy Fun Ball Transcript To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 16:47:53 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] Content-Type: text Content-Length: 2217 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Here's the transcript of the original Happy Fun Ball comercial. As someone noted, the word fox does not appear anywhere in the text. ================================================================================ -- HAPPY FUN BALL -- (kids) It's Happy! It's Fun! It's Happy Fun Ball! (announcer) Yes, it's Happy Fun Ball, the toy sensation that's sweeping the nation. Only 14.95 at participating stores! Get one Today (background voice) Warning: Pregnant women, the elderly, and children should avoid prolonged exposure to Happy Fun Ball. Caution: Happy Fun Ball may suddenly accelerate to dangerous speeds. Happy Fun Ball contains a liquid core, which if exposed due to rupture should not be touched, inhaled, or looked at. Do not use Happy Fun Ball on concrete. Discontinue use of Happy Fun Ball if any of the following occurs: * Itching * Vertigo * Dizziness * Tingling in extremities * Loss of balance or coordination * Slurred speech * Temporary blindness * Profuse Sweating or * Heart palpitations If Happy Fun Ball begins to smoke, get away immediately. Seek shelter and cover head. Happy Fun Ball may stick to certain types of skin. When not in use, Happy Fun Ball should be returned to its special container and kept under refrigeration. Failure to do so relieves the makers of Happy Fun Ball, Wacky Products Incorporated, and it's parent company, Global Chemical Unlimited, of any and all liability. Ingredients of Happy Fun Ball include an unknown glowing substance which fell to Earth, presumably from outer space. Happy Fun Ball has been shipped to our troops in Saudi Arabia and is also being dropped by our warplanes on Iraq. Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball. Happy Fun Ball comes with a lifetime guarantee. (announcer) Happy Fun Ball! Accept no substitutes! ================================================================================ This is for anyone who happend to miss seeing the original comercial on SNL. Enjoy. -- Paul Gettle (pgettle@hubcap.clemson.edu) "You're wrong. I'm right. As usual." -- Princess Sally "Caution: Happy Fun Fox may suddenly accellerate to dangerous speeds. Do not taunt Happy Fun Fox." -- Disclaimer From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 17:51:25 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA00165 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 17:50:57 -0500 Received: from stein3.u.washington.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA00160 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 17:50:55 -0500 Received: by stein3.u.washington.edu (5.65+UW94.10/UW-NDC Revision: 2.32 ) id AA21262; Wed, 1 Mar 95 14:54:48 -0800 X-Sender: lazuli@stein3.u.washington.edu Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 14:54:47 -0800 (PST) From: Fred Sloniker To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Happy Fun Ball Transcript In-Reply-To: <199503012147.QAA30486@hubcap.clemson.edu> Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Warning: silliness ahead. Expect no meaningful content. (:3 On Wed, 1 Mar 1995, Paul Gettle wrote: > Here's the transcript of the original Happy Fun Ball comercial. > As someone noted, the word fox does not appear anywhere in the text. And my handy-dandy checklist of applicability to the HFF... (:3 > It's Happy! > It's Fun! > It's Happy Fun Ball! Check, check, and check. (Odd thought: anybody know what we should call the move in the games where Tails emulates Sonic's Spin Dash? No suitably cute names occur to me, sadly... except maybe the Happy Fox Ball...) > Yes, it's Happy Fun Ball, > the toy sensation > that's sweeping the nation. > Only 14.95 at participating stores! Sounds like time to add a few items to the Merchandise List. (:3 Are the Sonic 3 Happy Meal toys on it? I have the Tails one, and can describe it for the interested... > Get one Today Pity there's only the one to go around. (:3 > Warning: Pregnant women, the elderly, and children should avoid > prolonged exposure to Happy Fun Ball. Hmm. None of the above in Knothole, excepting Tails himself, so we dunno... > Caution: Happy Fun Ball may suddenly accelerate to dangerous speeds. (grins) (image of rather beat-up looking Badnik) > Happy Fun Ball contains a liquid core, which if exposed due to rupture > should not be touched, inhaled, or looked at. This brings back unfortunate memories of that Tails spooge pic... (:3 > Do not use Happy Fun Ball on concrete. No comment. (:3 > Discontinue use of Happy Fun Ball if any of the following occurs: > > * Itching Only if you're allergic to fox fur. (:3 > * Vertigo > * Dizziness So close your eyes before going on helifox rides. (:3 > * Tingling in extremities > * Loss of balance or coordination > * Slurred speech > * Temporary blindness Err, next time take some oxygen with you before going *that* high... (:3 > * Profuse Sweating > * Heart palpitations Acrophobes should not be riding the HFF anyway. (:3 > If Happy Fun Ball begins to smoke, get away immediately. Seek shelter > and cover head. As this usually precedes his transformation to Super Happy Fun Fox, this is wise advice. Those bluebirds are vicious little sods. (:3 > Happy Fun Ball may stick to certain types of skin. Fortunately, only 'Buttnik has any exposed skin to worry about. Well, him and Rotor, but that's already been tested as safe. > When not in use, Happy Fun Ball should be returned to its special > container and kept under refrigeration. No way! Tails is best at room temperature! (:3 > Failure to do so relieves the makers of Happy Fun Ball, Wacky Products > Incorporated, and it's parent company, Global Chemical Unlimited, of any > and all liability. Probably a subsidiary of Robotnik's mechanical empire. No wonder they want you to stick Tails in a cold box. (:3 > Ingredients of Happy Fun Ball include an unknown glowing substance which > fell to Earth, presumably from outer space. Support for the mutation hypothesis? Or maybe he was bitten by a radioactive bluebird? (:3 > Happy Fun Ball has been shipped to our troops in Saudi Arabia and is > also being dropped by our warplanes on Iraq. (image: a couple news reporters getting footage of the smashed city outside their hotel room. A noise like a toy helicopter is heard seconds before a two-tailed fox heaves into view of the window, struggling with a massive Badnik bomb. "Which way to 'Botnik's bunker?" he gasps out; upon getting two directions that agree, he putters off into the distance.) > Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball. He might cry. He might pout. Or he might turn into Super Happy Fun Fox and have you pecked to death by vicious bluebirds. (:3 > Happy Fun Ball comes with a lifetime guarantee. Does that mean if he breaks we can get a new one? (:3 > Happy Fun Ball! Accept no substitutes! Agreed. (:3 ---Fred M. Sloniker, stressed undergrad L. Lazuli R'kamos, FurryMUCKer lazuli@u.washington.edu "Hi! I'm Talky Tina! Here's your extra ball!" *BOOM.* "Heeheeheehee!" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 18:35:04 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA00481 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 18:34:55 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA00476 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 18:34:54 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id SAA22571; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 18:33:14 -0500 Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 18:33:14 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: the weekday show In-Reply-To: Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Wed, 1 Mar 1995, Ratman wrote: > Does anybody know what network the weekday show is on? I'd like to see it at > least once. And what time too. > I have cable, so if it's on USA or TBS, I can see it there, if it on. > Or is it independant UHF channels? The weekday series is on no network, broadcast or cable. But many of the stations that do carry this *syndicated* series are Fox/WB/UPN/independent UHF stations, such as WFLI 53 (UPN) and WXMT 30 (to be UPN) in my state (Tenn.). WFLI is the closest station to me which does carry it, and they're 75 miles away from me. WXMT runs it at 6am, so be sure you check your listings thoroughly. If no station in your area carries it, all you can do is beg -- or buy the videos. (You can also try disconnecting the cable, get a good antenna, and hope for the best from more distant stations you might be able to receive.) -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 18:44:21 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA00558 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 18:44:13 -0500 Received: from acmex.gatech.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA00553 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 18:44:11 -0500 Received: (from gt6005a@localhost) by acmex.gatech.edu (8.6.9/8.6.9) id SAA18127 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 18:48:05 -0500 From: gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu (Robin Hood) Message-Id: <199503012348.SAA18127@acmex.gatech.edu> Subject: Re: Happy Fun Ball Transcript To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 18:48:04 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: from "Fred Sloniker" at Mar 1, 95 02:54:47 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] Content-Type: text Content-Length: 1119 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > Warning: Pregnant women, the elderly, and children should avoid > > prolonged exposure to Happy Fun Ball. > > Hmm. None of the above in Knothole, excepting Tails himself, so we dunno... Well, didn't you already decide that Tails shouldn't be playing with himself? (he ducks under the nearest table...) > "Hi! I'm Talky Tina! Here's your extra ball!" *BOOM.* "Heeheeheehee!" Beyond this door... ah, never mind. later---Kris -- *******Robin Hood (Kris Kelley) gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu***************** * fnord-42-froinlaven-cowabunga-the truth is out there-get out-spin dash * * are you pondering what I'm pondering?-welcome to the next level-yars!! * * finish him!-i hope i've shown you how to treat a lady-i'm a character! * ************************************************************************** * A hearty "Hello!" from Tolouse to all the furries at FurToonia! * * * * "I'm not sure that the world would be ready for 2 of me!" - P. O'Toole * ************************************************************************** From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 18:45:59 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA00578 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 18:45:58 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA00573 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 18:45:56 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id SAA22952; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 18:44:16 -0500 Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 18:44:16 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Put Happy Fun Fox in the credits! In-Reply-To: <9503011750.AA20572@edmund> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Wed, 1 Mar 1995, Dan Drazen wrote: > The HFF phrase is based on an SNL mock commercial for "Super Happy Fun > Ball" -- the joke was that the "commercial" consisted of about 10 I recalled that commercial parody right away, but I thought the similarity was coincidental. As for the person who commented about copyright infringement, I think NBC would wind up with a weak case not worth pursuing if Sega were to do this. I think "Happy Fun Fox" is a cool way to describe Tails.... -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 19:06:14 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00712 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 19:05:53 -0500 Received: from stein3.u.washington.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00707 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 19:05:51 -0500 Received: by stein3.u.washington.edu (5.65+UW94.10/UW-NDC Revision: 2.32 ) id AA27795; Wed, 1 Mar 95 16:09:45 -0800 X-Sender: lazuli@stein3.u.washington.edu Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 16:09:44 -0800 (PST) From: Fred Sloniker To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Happy Fun Ball Transcript In-Reply-To: <199503012348.SAA18127@acmex.gatech.edu> Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Wed, 1 Mar 1995, Robin Hood wrote: > Well, didn't you already decide that Tails shouldn't be playing with > himself? (he ducks under the nearest table...) *groan*... for a comment like that, you deserve one of Tails' patented Bluebirds of Happiness. (:3 (image: shuddering table with woodpecker sounds and 'Ow!'s heard from below.) ---Fred M. Sloniker, stressed undergrad L. Lazuli R'kamos, FurryMUCKer lazuli@u.washington.edu Oh no! It's the attack of the Evil Kender Mages! From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 19:18:39 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00871 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 19:18:34 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00866 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 19:18:32 -0500 Received: from usr2.primenet.com (root@usr2.primenet.com [198.68.32.12]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with ESMTP id RAA16300 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 17:22:27 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr2.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.5) id RAA17214; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 17:22:26 -0700 Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 17:22:26 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: New Stories Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: New stories now available on my WWW site! Thanks to the permission of my friend, Holly-B Kraft, I've now posted two of her Sonic short stories on my Web page. Those with Web access, feel free to check it out. I'll be posting them in my FTP site and on this list in a few days. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How does Microsoft's Bill Gates change a light bulb?" "He doesn't. He just declare darkness the industry standard." --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lightbulb jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 21:41:44 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA01868 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 21:41:23 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA01863 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 21:41:21 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id VAA28288; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 21:39:44 -0500 Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 21:39:43 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: Post Sonic Subject: Sonic's chili dog recipe Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: CHILI DOG A LA SONIC Brown 1 lb. (450 g) ground beef - Add 1/2 cup (110 g) each of chopped onions, peppers and mushrooms (brown lightly) - Add Tablespoon (15 ml) Worcestershire - Add 1 large can of crushed tomatoes - Add 8 oz. (230 ml) Barbecue sauce - Simmer 1/2 hour - Add 1 teaspoon (5 ml) each of chili powder, cumin, oregano - Add 1 large can red kidney beans (drained) - Simmer 1 hour - Add hot dogs - Cook 15 minutes in sauce - Put on toasted roll - (melted cheese optional) ~ Transcribed and metric measurements inserted by Erich Schulman (KTN4CA). From Sonic's Archie Comic #1. -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 1 22:13:34 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA02204 for sonic-ll; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 22:13:24 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA02199 for ; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 22:13:22 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id WAA29268; Wed, 1 Mar 1995 22:11:44 -0500 Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 22:11:44 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: Post Sonic Subject: Sonic Merchandise List v1.0 Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: SONIC THE HEDGEHOG MERCHANDISE LIST v1.0 (2 March 1995) Compiled by Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) Send submissions and corrections to eschulman@delphi.com or acme@use.usit.net. All information on Sega products was cut and pasted from a session log on CompuServe. Contributors: Alessandro Sanasi, Dan Drazen, Chris Baird, David M. Pistone, Dan Ramos GAMES ----- 1. Sonic the Hedgehog 3 LCD Game from Tiger Electronics. 2. Sonic the Hedgehog LCD Wrist Game from Tiger Electronics. This was offered in conjunction with some of the video cassettes. You would return proofs of purchase and some cash and then get the game. The offer has already expired. Is this game also sold in stores? The packaging makes it appear that it is. 3. AMAZING SONIC THE HEDGEHOG POCKET ARCADE from Sega Sonic and Robotnik are at it again! The diaboloicol Dr. Robotnik has created a robot factory and it's up to Sonic to stop the mass production of metal mutants! Sonic works his way through the maze-like rooms in an effort to find and remove the Emeralds - the factory's only power source. Team up with Sonic through 12 levels of fast and furious action as he tries to put Robotnik out of business - for good! 4. GAME GEAR SONIC 2 SYSTEM from Sega 5. GENESIS SONIC 2 SYSTEM from Sega 6. SONIC CD from Sega In his first CD adventure, Sonic goes head to head with The Metal Sonic, Dr. Robotnik's head with The Metal Sonic, Dr. Robotnik's evil Hedgehog creation! Sonic discovers Robotnik wants all of the Time Stones from The Little Planet so he can bend time and rule the world! Can you help Sonic get them first? The CD contains 34 audio selections which can be played on a regular CD player. 7. SONIC CHAOS FOR GAME GEAR from Sega Here he comes, straight from his high-speed Sonic 2 adventure! Headstrong Sonic The Hedgehog and his feisty friend Tails blast into hyperspeed to save the Chaos Emeralds. If evil Dr. Robotnik snatches the Emeralds first, he'll make a Super Bomb! Could this be the end? 8. Sonic the Hedgehog 2 LCD Game from Tiger Electronics. TOYS (NON-GAME) --------------- 1. Sonic plush toy. It's of Sonic, about 12". From Caltoy. 2. Tails plush toy. It's of Tails, also about 12". From Caltoy. FOOD ---- 0. I've seen a commercial for Honey Nut Cheerios featuring Sonic and its bee mascot. Watch the General Mills section of your grocer's cereal aisle in case there is a Sonic cereal in the future. 1. _Fanta_ can from England with Sonic on it and the text 'Orange Zone - Sonic cool can - the drink with attitude'. Fanta is made by Coca-Cola. 2. Fruit Roll-Ups by Betty Crocker (General Mills). APPAREL ------- 1. Boys' briefs from Fruit of the Loom. 2. SLEEVELESS SONIC AND KNUCKLES DENIM JACKET from Sega 3. SONIC AND KNUCKLES 2ND TO NONE T-SHIRT from Sega 4. SONIC AND KNUCKLES LOW-CROWN CAP from Sega 5. SONIC AND KNUCKLES MOVING DISC WATCH from Sega 6. SONIC THE HEDGEHOG "RELAXED" CAP from Sega 7-12: T-Shirts (Wow, an entire rack devoted to Sonic :) All to fit sizes M to L, full colour, and made of cotton. 7) Front: Large portrait of Sonic doing that "standard" pointing pose, with the rest of the black cotton shirt covered (all over) in a dark yellow collage of scenes from the ?original video game. Back: cheesy rear view of same. Size M; Mnf. by "Top Heavy". 8) A black cotton T-Shirt -- small picture of Sonic "in action" over the pocket area w/ "Sonic" banner underneath. Mnf. Acme. [Btw, this and the rest of the shirts are from Acme's "SEGA Mega Wear" line.] 9) Black cotton shirt with warm yellow and orange picture of a combat ?troll poking his head out from a tank on the front. Large banner with "Pretend its a Game" in faux-bitmap text on back. [Prolly not Hedgehog related, but mnf. by Acme..] 10) Black cotton shirt with several faux-bitmapped Sonics to show him running about (the final and largest pic with his arms folded) with the banner "Think Fast". By ?????. 11) Black or white cotton shirt with the canonical "Sonic 2" portrait (with Tails) and S2 banner. By ?????. 12) Black cotton shirt with a "television's eye view" of Sonic frantically playing with a game controller. Exaggerated comic-eqsue line work by "Brad". By ?????. CARDS AND COLLECTIBLES ---------------------- 1. Valentine's Day cards. By ???????? 2. Collector cards from Topps (sold in 1993). 33 sticker cards, 33 game tips cards and 6 (very rare) prism cards. 3. Official SEGA sticker album from Panini. 228 stickers showing scenes from the games and the weekday Sonic cartoon. Available at least in England and Germany. PUBLICATIONS ------------ 1. SONIC STRATEGY GUIDE from Sega 2. "Sonic the Hedgehog" comic, issued monthly plus occasional special editions. From Archie Comics. 3. "Sonic the Comic" comic, issued fortnightly. From Fleetway Publications. 4. "Sonic the Hedgehog", (c) 1993 By Michael Teitelbaum. From Troll Associates. 5. "Sonic the Hedgehog: Robotnik's Revenge", (c) 1994. By Michael Teitelbaum. From Troll Associates. 6. "Sonic the Hedgehog: Fortress of Fear, (c) 1994. By Michael Teitelbaum. From Troll Associates. 7. "Sonic the Hedgehog and the Silicon Warriors", (c) 1993. By Martin Adams. Published by Virgin, London 8. "Sonic the Hedgehog in the Fourth Dimension", (c) 1993. By Martin Adams. Published by Virgin, London 9. "Sonic the Hedgehog in Robotnik's Laboratory", (c) 1993. By Martin Adams. Published by Virgin, London 10. "Sonic the Hedgehog in Castle Robotnik", (c) 1994. By Martin Adams. Published by Virgin, London VIDEO AND AUDIO --------------- 1. (S) Super Sonic (Buena Vista 2850) Episodes: "Super Sonic", "Sonic and Sally" 2. (S) Hooked On Sonics (Buena Vista 2849) Episodes: "Hooked On Sonics", "Warp Sonic" 3. (S) Sonic Racer (Buena Vista 2851) Episodes: "Sonic Racer", "Sonic Boom" 4. (A) Grounder the Genius (Buena Vista 2380) Episodes: "Grounder The Genius", "Black Headed Eagle" 5. (A) Road Hog (Buena Vista 2381) Episodes: "Road Hog", "Tails In Charge" 6. (A) Robotnik Express (Buena Vista 2382) Episodes: "Robotnik Express", "Tails' New Home" 7. (A) Slowww Going (Buena Vista 2383) Episodes: "Slowww Going", "Over the Hill" 8. (A) Sonic's Song (Buena Vista 2379) Episodes: "Sonic's Song", "Best Hedgehog" 9. (A) Super Special Sonic Search Squad (Buena Vista 2385) Episodes: "Sonic Underground", "Lovesick Sonic" 10. Audio CD "Sonic Boom" All video listings are VHS cassettes. All tapes marked (A) are the "Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog" weekday series, and those marked (S) are part of the Saturday morning series. OTHER STUFF ----------- 1. Drink bottles (of the attach-to-bicycle-frame persuasion) -- robust looking plastic moulding printed with a STH banner and two pictures of Sonic-- one a typical running pose, the other of him reclining in a sun chair wearing dark glasses. Mnf by ??? Made in Australia. 2. Bike helmets -- made from expanded polystyrene and a thin plastic shell covered with multiple pictures of Sonic lifting weights. Available in sizes SM/M and with a black or white background. Mnf. by "Headstart". UNCONFIRMED (or, do these things actually exist?) ------------------------------------------------- 1. I read something about a third plushie. Anyone else know more? 2. Someone posted to the mailing list that DIC was offering Sonic cels. SUPPLIERS --------- Acme /* Not the same Acme you see in WB cartoons (g) */ Archie Comics 325 Fayette Ave. Mamaroneck, NY 10543 Buena Vista Home Video Burbank, CA 91521 Caltoy, a division of C&H Toy of America Inc. La Palma, CA Coca-Cola Co. One Coca-Cola Plaza N.W. Atlanta, GA 30313 Fleetway Editions Ltd. 25/31 Tavistock Place London WC1H 9SU Tel. 071 344-6400 Fruit of the Loom 6300 Sears Tower Chicago, IL 60606 General Mills One General Mills Blvd. Minneapolis, MN 55426 Headstart Panini -- PANINI PUBLISHING LTD Tunbridge Wells 2TN2 5TT Distribution in Germany: ASV Vertriebs GmbH Suederstrasse 77 20097 Hamburg Distribution in Austria: Pressegrossvertrieb Salzburg Niederalm 300 5081 Salzburg Sega of America 255 Shoreline Dr. Redwood City, CA 94065 SONIC BACK ISSUE ZONE /* Back issues of "Sonic the Comic" */ Aim Ltd. PO Box 10 Sunderland, SR4 6SN United Kingdom Tiger Electronics Inc. 980 Woodlands Parkway Vernon Hills, IL 60061 Top Heavy Sydney, Australia THE TOPPS COMPANY INC. Duryea, PA 18642 Troll Associates Mahwah, NJ Virgin, London Whole Toon Catalog /* cartoon video tape retailer */ P.O. Box 369 Issaquah, WA 98027 -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 2 10:10:31 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA06995 for sonic-ll; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 10:10:07 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA06990 for ; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 10:10:03 -0500 Received: from usr3.primenet.com (root@usr3.primenet.com [198.68.32.13]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with ESMTP id IAA10065 for ; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 08:14:06 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr3.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.5) id IAA03939; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 08:14:05 -0700 Date: Thu, 2 Mar 1995 08:14:05 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Bunnie's Bad Day Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Story Number One: Bunnie's Bad Day by Holly-B Kraft In this story, it's Bunnies sixteenth birthdya, and Robotnik's got a present for her that she won't soon forget . . . (story follows signature) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" "How many can you afford?" --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lightbulb jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Thu, 2 Mar 1995 08:09:12 -0700 From: rotor@usr3.primenet.com Subject: /user/r/rotor/mail/birthday.txt Bunnie's Bad Day written by Holly-B Kraft No one may copy, publish, alter, or screw this copyright in any way, or you may be expecting a call from my friend's dad. He's a judge. Copyright Holly-B Kraft (Bunnie1234, cvev69b@prodigy.com) 1995 "Aunt Bunnie! Aunt Bunnie!" Bunnie was sitting in her hut, writing. She heard Tails call her and she went to look out her window. "What is it, Tails?" "Rotor needs your help! He said he needed to lift something heavy in his workshop, and he wanted me to get you. "Be right there, sugar!" Bunnie smiled, and went outside. Inside Rotor's workshop, Sonic, Antoine, Dulcy, and Sally were awaiting Bunnie's arrival. Bunnie opened the door to Rotor's workshop and stepped in. All was quiet. Bunnie turned to ask Tails if he'd seen anything, but he had disappeared. She stepped in further. "Rotor?...Tails?...Are y'all in here?" "SURPRISE!!!" Bunnie was shocked. Sonic came up to her and put his hand on her robotic shoulder. "Happy Birthday Bunnie!" "My stars! I thought everyone forgot about it!" Bunnie exclaimed. "How could we forget your Sweet Sixteen?" Sally smiled. "I have made you a cake, Bun-nie. It ees zee famous "Cake de Antoine"! Antoine grinned. Bunnie began to cry. "I can't believe y'all went to this trouble!" "Don't cry!" Dulcy exclaimed, "We haven't even opened the presents!" "Sorry." Bunnie sniffled. Tails came up to Bunnie and handed her a good sized box. "Open mine first!" Tails barked happily. "Sure thing, sugar!" Bunnie said as she started to open it. Inside the box she found a device. "It's a journal, Aunt Bunnie," Tails explained, "Now you don't have to write with a pen. All you have to do is talk to it and it prints out what you say!" "Why, Tails, hon! How'd you make this?" Bunnie wondered. "Aunt Sally's been teaching me some things." he smiled. "Hey, Bunnie! Open my present next!" Sonic interrupted. "Okay, sugarhog." Bunnie grinned as she teared the paper off of the flat object. Inside was a beautiful painting of all the Knothole Freedom Fighters, clustered by the sliding tree. "Why, Sonic! This is beautiful!" "I do have other occupations other than being a Freedom Fighter." the blue hedgehog grinned. She opened Dulcy's next. It was a display of her first expedition when she was twelve. "Thank you Dulcy!" exclaimed Bunnie. "No problem." the dragon said, flapping her wings. Sally stood up. "This next present is from Rotor and me." she said as she handed a small box to the cybunny. Inside the box was a replica of Nicole. "Her name is Sarah. She has many of the programs Nicole has, plus a few more. She talks in English' too...Try her out!" Rotor smiled. "Gosh...what should I ask?" Bunnie whispered. "Ask her to display a picture of Robotropolis." Dulcy replied. "Sarah, I'd like to see a display of Robotropolis." In a voice not as low as Nicole's, she spoke. "One moment, Bunnie." Suddenly a display of Robotnik's paradise was shown. "Oooh...I could get to like this!" Bunnie giggled. "It also has a telecommunicator. This way, if we need to go on a mission together, we can still keep in contact." Sally smiled. Last was Antoine. "Ta-dah! Zees is a copy of zee recipe book handed down in my familee. I want vou to have eet!" "Antoine...I don't know what to say..." the rabbit smiled and went up to Antoine and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed. "Oooh! Well! Would you like a copy as well, my preencess?" Antoine grinned hopefully towards Sally. "Maybe another time Antoine." she rolled her eyes. After everyone was finished they ate Antoine's cake. They danced and sang songs sung by the citizens of Mobotropolis many years before. Pretty soon, everyone was in his or her own hut and fast asleep. Night had seemed to have come much faster when they were having fun. Bunnie was awoken by the cooing of the messenger bird, summoned by Uncle Chuck. She called for the bird and it landed on her windowsill. She opened the container on it's leg and read the note. "Oh my stars!" she gasped. Bunnie ran over to Sally's bed. "Wake up, Sally-girl!" the rabbit exclaimed as she lightly tapped the sleeping princess' shoulder. Sally was up in a second. "Bunnie, what's wrong?" Bunnie handed her the note. Sally's eyes fled over the paper. "Oh my gosh!" Sally gasped. She and Bunnie then got dressed and ran to Sonic's hut. Bunnie decided to take Sarah with her. A groggy hedgehog opened the hut's door. "Sonic!" Bunnie cried, "Robotnik wants to make me his queen!" Sonic lit up. "WHAT?!" "Uncle Chuck just sent us this letter, it explains everything." Sally told him. "Why Bunnie?" "I don't know..." Suddenly Bunnie's legs and arm emitted a soft yellow glow. "Wh-what's happening to me?" Bunnie cried. It was then when she ran out of the hut towards the meadow. Sonic and Sally ran after her. "Bunnie!" Sonic yelled. "Help me Sally! I can't control my legs!" she wailed. Sonic had caught up next to Bunnie and would've grabbed her, but he remembered that her robotic parts gave her the strength she had, and Sonic didn't want to mess with that power. "What could be causing this, Sal?" Sonic asked. "Maybe, when the roboticization process took place, a homing device was planted in Bunnie. It didn't function until now, when Robotnik wanted her." Sally explained. "So, you're sayin' that ol' Bullethead planted something in Bunnie?" Sonic translated. "Exactly." "Then how do we get rid of it?" Sonic questioned. "I don't know. One thing I do know, is that we should see Uncle Chuck as soon as we can. He'd know more about this than we do." Sally replied. "But what about Bunnie?" "We'll let her go into Robotnik's domain, and I'm sure that's where she's headed, and we'll have her play robot with Robotnik himself and then we'll take her off." "Just hope he doesn't do a brainscan, Sal." "That's what I hope." Sally then yelled towards Bunnie, "Bunnie! We're letting you go to Robotnik. You'll be safe, don't worry. Anyway he want's you there. What I want you to do though is to keep contact with us through Sarah, but you have to act as if you're under mind control with Robotnik You've got it?" "I'll try Sally-girl. Just promise y'all will bring me back soon." Bunnie told the two as she ran towards Robotropolis. "Freedom Fighter's Honor, Bunnie!" Sonic grinned. "We'll be back Bunnie! I Promise." Sally reassured her, and with that, Sonic and Sally headed off to Uncle Chuck. * * * "So, do you know anything on this, Sir Charles?" Sally asked, politely. "Why, yes. I remember, before Sonic brought me to reality, an urge to take me back to Robotropolis whenever I had strayed. Especially that time I tried to kidnap Antoine and little Tails, it was really strong then. Let me run a certain program I created on installations and programmings of the roboticization process. I wrote everything that could possibly happen when an individual is being roboticized." Uncle Chuck then proceeded to tap around the keyboard for a second before finding what he needed. A big display was shown on the monitor. "Whoa! Mondo complicated, Unc!" Sonic exclaimed. "Entirely, but this is what we need to know." Uncle Chuck explained. Sally ripped out Nicole and had her copy the entire file. "File copy completed, Sally." she said. "I'll try to find out more about Robotnik's plans, but now I have to get back to my station. They'll suspect of something if I'm not there." Uncle Chuck turned to his nephew, "I love you,Sonic." "I love you too, Unc...C'mon, Sal'! It's time to get loose and juice." "Bye, Uncle Chuck. Thank you." Sally smiled as she hopped in Sonic's arms. In a half-second they were out of there. * * * "Ah..." sighed Robotnik, "It worked." Bunnie droned her voice and stared into nothingness. "Awaiting orders, sir." "I will not be giving you any orders, my dear girl. You...will be my queen." Bunnie cringed on the inside upon the thought of having to live with Robotnik the rest of her life. Snively spoke up. "Sir, shall I do a brainscan on her?" "No need Snively, the device has done it's job. Take her to the holding cell. There we will have her spruced up." Robotnik explained. "Contacting Escort, sir." replied Snively. "Good," thought Bunnie, "They think I'm brainwashed. Sally will be glad to hear that." Two Swat-bots then picked up Bunnie by the arms and took her to her cell. * * * Sonic reached the main entrance to the Death Egg in about three seconds. Sally let go of Sonic's shoulders and messed with the control panel located to the side of the door. In a minute the doors opened. Sonic grabbed Sally and rushed into an open air vent. Soon they found themselves over the holding cells. Sally removed the vent cover and jumped inside an empty cell. With the door open, they began their search for their friend. * * * Back at Knothole, Rotor was becoming restless. "Dulcy, where could they be?" he asked the dragon. "Beats me, Rotor, but as long as Sonic's with them I wouldn't count on any trouble." "I zeenk they abandoned us!" Antoine exclaimed. "Get real, Tony!" Dulcy scolded. "I wish Sonic had told me about it, I would've gone." Tails muttered. "C'mon Tails, I'll play air tag with ya!" Dulcy tried to cheer up the little cub. "Okay." he said, and he and Dulcy flew off. * * * Inside her holding cell, Bunnie was being dressed by Swat-bots into a very ugly red, yellow, and black dress. The bots were finally finished with her preparations and left the cell. Bunnie waited a good minute or two to pick up Sarah. "Sarah, locate Sally and link up the communication mode." Bunnie whispered. "Locating...individual found. Setting up communication." droned Sarah. Sonic and Sally were passing the western cell blocks when Sally received the message. "Bunnie! Are you alright?" exclaimed Sally. "Couldn't be better Sally-girl. It's just this dress looks disgusting!" Bunnie replied. "I must admit, Robotnik does have bad taste!" Sonic intervened. Bunnie heard the hedgehog. "Hiya sugarhog!" "Hang in there Bunnie, we're almost there." "Okay--Oh my stars! Someone's coming." Bunnie gasped. The transmission was lost. "Sonic, we've got to do something." Sally persisted. "Wait a Sonic Second..." Sonic thought for a moment, "...Yeah! C'mon Sal, we're outta here." "Where are we going?" Sally questioned. "Trust me." was all that Sonic said. "I hate it when you say that..." * * * "Ah, my queen." Robotnik said as he watched Bunnie standing there holding Sarah, "You've duped us all." "I wonder why it was so easy, you cottonball!" Bunnie snapped. "Oh but it wasn't...for you see, " he paused dramatically, "I heard your whole conversation with the Princess." "How?" "You didn't think I wasn't cautious, did you? You see, all the cells are built with tiny microphones installed in the walls. That way, no prisoner can plan their escapes out loud." "What if they don't talk?" "That's what these are for." Robotnik said, pointing to a surveillance orb floating above him. "You're gonna pay for this Robotnik!" Bunnie threatened. "I don't see how. I can only wonder why your little friends' haven't arrived yet. Have they abandoned you?" "In your dreams, butterball." Robotnik turned to his two Swat-bots. "Take her away." * * * Sonic arrived at Knothole in three seconds. He then proceeded to tell the Freedom Fighters what had happened to Bunnie. "That's horrible! Not even a day after her birthday and she's being tortured." cried Rotor. "I'll come with you Sonic, you might need my help." Dulcy said. "I'm coming too!" barked Tails. Sally began to hesitate but quickly realized that Tails was now one of the Freedom Fighters. Officially. "Dulcy, you take Sally and Tails. Rotor, I'm gonna need your help." "Whatever you say Sonic." Rotor smiled. * * * Back in the Death Egg, Robotnik's Swat-bots were leading Bunnie to the Roboticizer. "Let me go, you wire-brains!" Bunnie struggled. Suddenly Sonic burst into the room with Rotor on his shoulder. "HEDGEHOG PRIORITY ONE! HEDGEHOG PRIORITY ONE!" droned the Swat-bots and dropped Bunnie on the floor. Rotor ran and picked her up. "Nice dress, Bunnie." Rotor smirked. "Can it!" Ten more bots filled the room and began to chase after Sonic. Sonic's plan was to lead the bot patrol to outside towards Dulcy where she would blast them away with a breath of fire. Rotor's job was to take a dummy of Bunnie, place it in the Roboticizer, and activate it. Bunnie quickly got out of her dress and put it on the dummy. "Robotnik's really gonna be steamed when he finds this in my place!" Bunnie smiled. "Ol' chrome dome won't know the difference until he comes in to check on you." Rotor explained. Bunnie paused as Rotor pushed some buttons on the Roboticizer, "Say, sugar, who's plan was this anyway?" "Tails'." replied Rotor. Bunnie smiled. "He's all grown up, isn't he?" * * * Outside Dulcy was finishing off the remainder of the bot patrol. Tails and Sally were working on destroying the power generator. "We need to shut it down, then Dulcy can destroy it." Sally told Tails as he stood next to the grid-interlock. Tails then set to finding the password to shut down the system. "Got it, Aunt Sally!" barked Tails, proudly. "Good job honey! This should shut down Robotnik for a few days!" Sally smiled. * * * The Roboticizer remained on-line, due to a back-up generator. Inside, the dummie was ready and roboticized. Bunnie and Rotor had already left when Robotnik showed up. "Ah, I see we're--" Robotnik gasped, "Where in the-? SECURITY! Search the area! I want that girl!" Robotnik stood there, steaming, "When I do find her, she'll pay greatly before I roboticize her..." * * * As Rotor and Bunnie were escaping, Rotor decided ask Bunnie some things. "Do you have any idea why he wanted you as a queen?" he asked. "I'm not sure, but I think it has something to do with my strength. Either that, or he would have tried to emotionally scar Sally." "Good point. Man, Robotnik sure pick the wrong rabbit to mess with!" smiled Rotor. "Sugar, I bet you say that to all the girls!" Bunnie blushed. Soon they were outside and Sally ran up to her best friend. "Bunnie! I'm so glad you're okay!" Sally smiled and gave Bunnie a hug. Suddenly swarms of bots surrounded everyone. "Oh no!" gasped Tails. Sonic turned to his little fox friend. "Wanna help me kick some bot-butt?" "Yeah!" he smiled and flew into the air. Sonic thrashed through the ground patrol, while Tails eluded the sky patrol into running into each other, smashing them to the ground. Rotor, Sally, Bunnie and Dulcy took this time to escape. When most of the bots had vanished, Sonic motioned for Tails to come down and land. Doing so, Tails grabbed onto Sonic's shoulders and then they were out of there. * * * "Oh my stars, that was the most peculiar thing that cue-ball has ever done!" gasped Bunnie as she sat with her friends by the ring pool. "You're right, Bunnie. I've never seen anything so stupid in my life. He's got Snively, what else does he need?" Sonic grinned. "Taste, sugar, definately taste." They all laughed. "Rotor, there's one thing I wanna ask you." smiled Bunnie,"Do you really think that he messed with the wrong rabbit." "Of course." said Rotor. "Thank you, sugar. To this cybunny, that compliment meant a lot." "In what way?" asked Sally. "Well, I just feel helpless and all, with me bein' partially Roboticized. I need a good compliment every once and a while. It's weird being different. As a matter of fact, I don't know why he didn't choose a normal girl." replied Bunnie. "Bunnie, you are normal. It's not your appearance that matters." Dulcy piped in. Bunnie paused for a moment and then looked up at Dulcy. "You're right sugar-dragon." "We all love ya." Bunnie was startled to hear this. It hadn't come from Sonic, Sally, Rotor, Dulcy, or Tails. It had come from Sarah. "What the hoo-haw is goin on here?" Sally giggled. "I told Nicole to make her say that!" "Sally-girl! You scared the hair off me! For a second there, I thought that Sarah here was alive!" laughed Bunnie. All was well in Knothole. THE END! From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 2 10:13:37 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA07031 for sonic-ll; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 10:13:31 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA07026 for ; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 10:13:29 -0500 Received: from usr3.primenet.com (root@usr3.primenet.com [198.68.32.13]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with ESMTP id IAA10538 for ; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 08:17:31 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr3.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.5) id IAA04092; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 08:17:30 -0700 Date: Thu, 2 Mar 1995 08:17:30 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: The Seminar Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Story Number Two: The Seminar by Holly-B Kraft The first story to deal with events after The Doomsday Project! I'll let the author's note explain the story . . . (story follows signature) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" "How many can you afford?" --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lightbulb jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Thu, 2 Mar 1995 08:09:25 -0700 From: rotor@usr3.primenet.com Subject: /user/r/rotor/mail/seminar.txt The Seminar written by Holl-B Kraft I'd just like to tell everyone that I hope they like my story. This is really hard to do, especially considering that I'm only a Sophomore in high school. I'd also like to say that this contains a little romance, but not from the individual you may be thinking of. If anyone would like to send me suggestions on stories to write, please mail me either here on AOL, or my internet address (cvev69b@prodigy.com) All the new characters in this story are copyrighted by me! All other characters are copyrighted by Sega and DIC Please write back to tell me how you liked this!!! Sonic was waiting by the Power Ring pool with Sally. A new mission had come up, and this time, it didn't involve Robotnik. There was a Freedom Fighters seminar coming up north of the Great Forest, and they were almost ready to go. Everyone was leaving Knothole to attend this seminar. What Sally and the other Freedom Fighter groups were planning on, was building an underground system between all of the Villages, providing easy transport and shipment of supplies. "Okay Sonic, how many power rings do we have?" Sally wondered. "Thirty." "Good. That should give us enough power for weeks. Ready to go?" Sally smiled. "Yup. Let's go gather everyone up." Sonic and Sally went back to Knothole to help with the final preparations. "Boy, I sure hope this works," sighed Dulcy, "My back is going to kill me!" Dulcy was loaded with all the supplies on her back, and the rest was being carried in the cruiser. Bunnie helped as much as she could with her robotic strength. At the seminar, there was going to be a lecture on de-roboticization, and she was definitely going to that. As was Uncle Chuck. Tails had packed up all of his sneakers, socks, and gloves, as did his mentor, Sonic. He was going to a lecture for the newer Freedom Fighters. "This is going to be so much fun, isn't it Sonic?" Tails smiled. "Remember Tails, this seminar isn't just for fun. We need to learn while we're there too!" Sonic reminded the bouncy little fox. "Okay Sonic." he replied. Sally gathered everyone up. "Freedom Fighters, and Freedom Fighters-to-be, this is going to be one of the most important things that you do in your entire lifetime. Robotnik may be gone, but we still need to stay fit and alert. Sonic and I have tried our best to find as many Roboticized individuals as possible. With the help of Sir Charles Hedgehog, we've been able to bring them out of the trance and let them make their own decisions." Sally stepped off to the side and brought out a Roboticized mouse. Her eyes were red, yet she was able to have her own will. She stepped out into the crowd. "This is Tabitha," said Sally, "She's the first person after Uncle Chuck to have been brought to her senses. So far, we've been able to restore thirty Roboticized individuals back to their senses." The Knothole Freedom Fighters took this time to start cheering. As soon as everyone had settled down, Tabitha spoke up. "I've been Roboticized for five years now. When I was ten, I went on mission with some of the southern Freedom Fighters only to be captured by Robotnik. The first mission I went on was my last, but let me tell you, I've been wanting to destroy that goon ever since I was four! FREEDOM FIGHTERS FOREVER!!" she concluded. The crowd began to cheer more. "Now everyone, it's very important that you check in with the group you've been assigned. When you hook up with your group, you will undergo a vigorous training session. After this has been completed, you will then go to your lectures. Now, are we ready?" Sally shouted. "YEAH!" came her reply. "Then here we go!" "Lupe! It's great to see you again!" smiled Sally. "And you as well." the gray wolf smiled. "I've never seen so many Freedom Fighters in all my life!" Sally exclaimed. "I know, it is wonderful." Lupe replied. Suddenly Bunnie ran up to Sally. "You wanted to talk to me, Sally-girl?" she asked. "Yes Bunnie, I did. Have you seen Rotor? I need his help. We're building a tunneling machine and I need him." Sally explained. "Hmmm...I haven't seen him all day! Where in the world did he get off to, you suppose?" "I think I saw him with Sonic." said Lupe. "Do you know where they were going?" asked Sally. "I'm really not sure, but I think they went into the forest for a walk." the wolf explained. "So Rote, what's up?" Sonic asked his friend as they walked a trail. "I don't know, to tell you the truth. Although....ah.......never mind ... forget I mentioned it." Rotor said uneasily. Sonic stopped dead in his tracks. "Rotor! You know you can tell me anything. Other than Tails and Uncle Chuck, we're the only sane guys here." "But what about Antoine?" "I said 'sane' Rotor, not 'insane'. Now really, what's up?" "Okay. Well, the thing is..........I'm very lonely........." Rotor whispered. "Lonely?" Sonic repeated, looking confused. "Yeah, lonely. My family's been Roboticized and I just feel left out. Now that my workshop is gone, I feel even worse...d- do you know what's wrong with me?" Rotor asked. "I know exactly how you feel Rotor. You've gotta understand, I've had to live with out my uncle for eleven years. Uncle Chuck is the only family I've got. Don't worry about it. You wanna know why? We're your family Rotor, and we care about cha a lot! We'll find your folks Rotor. Someday." Sonic smiled. "Thanks Sonic." "Just one more question, bud. Why did this come up all of a sudden?" "Oh...today's my parent's anniversary." Sonic didn't reply. "I'd like to welcome all of you new Freedom Fighters to this lecture. First order of business is the training session!" declared Bunnie, as she paced the stage. Sally then stood up. "As you know, Robotnik is gone, and that means the battle is over right?...Wrong. We need to rise above ourselves and begin to exceed the limits of advanced civilization. We, as Freedom Fighters, have the power to prepare for any situation." "Now we're not saying that Robotnik will ever be back," continued Uncle Chuck, "but we are saying that we need to keep in shape." "So, in case we ever get attacked by anyone, we'll be up to it! Are we ready?" Sally asked. The crowd cheered. "Good! Now, if you are a new Freedom Fighter, go visit..." she trailed off. Rotor stood behind the stage by himself. No one saw him except Bunnie. She quietly left the stage to see what was wrong. "Hiya sugar." she smiled as she approached him. "Hello Bunnie." he replied. "Aw, now, Rotor, hon, what the hoo-haw is goin on here? You've been disappearing constantly, and we can't even find you! Now, sugar, you know you can tell me anything. I'm all ears." Bunnie giggled. Rotor cracked a tiny smile. "Alright, here goes." He then proceeded to tell Bunnie about how lonely he was and how he was depressed. Bunnie sat there and listened to every word. When he was finished, Rotor let out a big sigh. "Aw, Rotor, you should've told us! It ain't good when you hide your feelin's!" Bunnie exclaimed. Just then, Bunnie heard Dulcy calling her. "I've gotta go, sugar. I hope you feel better." Bunnie then got up, pecked Rotor on the cheek, and walked away slowly. "Where were you Bunnie?" asked Dulcy. "I was talkin to Rotor, he's havin some problems." "Oh." was all Dulcy said. When the silence was broken, it was because of Bunnie, "Whad y'all need me for, Dulcy-girl?" "Rosie's cooked up some lunch. Wanna get Rotor?" Dulcy asked politely. "No, let him be alone for awhile. He needs to think." Meanwhile, in the destroyed Robotropolis, Snively began to gather up his newest patrol of Swat-bots. To no one in particular, he said, "This will be the best attack ever planned!" He turned to a Swat-bot. "Is the ship ready?" "Ready, sir." it droned. "Good..." "HEEEEEE-YAH!" cried Tails as he demonstrated his Kung-Fu to his friends. "Wow! That was neat Tails!" said a little skunk named Nina. "Thank you. Bunnie's been teaching me a lot more lately. I almost got my white sash!" The little skunk walked over and talked to him face-to-face. "You're cute." was all she said. Nina then turned around and walked back to the crowd of eight, nine, and ten-year-olds. Tails just stood there, his mouth hung open. Someone shouted from the crowd. "Do a flying kick again, Tails." "Uh, yeah...flying kick..." he stuttered. "What's wrong, Tails? Are you tired?" asked Nina. "No...it's just-" Tails was cut off by Sonic. "Hiya T2! Watcha up to?" Sonic questioned. "He was showing us some of his Kung-Fu, Sonic, sir." Nina said. "Sir? Now, Nina! Call me Sonic." he grinned. "I, uh, ohhhh...." Tails suddenly fainted. "Whoa! Tails! What's wrong?" Sonic gasped. "I think he's just a little tired, Sonic." grinned the little skunk. Bunnie and Sally sat in their tent. "Have you talked to Rotor yet, Sally-girl?" Bunnie asked. "Why no, what's wrong?" Sally wondered. Bunnie then related the story to the princess. "Poor Rotor." Sally sighed as she brushed away a stray tear. "What's the matter, sugar?" "Well, I remember the times with my father, and-" Sally began to cry on Bunnie's shoulder. "Don't cry Sally," said Bunnie, "you'll rust my arm!" Bunnie giggled. Sally laughed. "You know what, Bunnie? I'm gonna go over to Rotor and tell him how much I'm hurting. I'll tell him he's not alone. In fact," Sally slid off the bed and started to shuffle through her pack, "I'll make him some hot chocolate." she said, showing Bunnie the packet of cocoa. "That's good, Sally-girl. You are the sweetest friend I've got." Tails slowly began to awaken. "Wh- where am I?" he whispered. "You're back in our tent, big guy. I heard about what Nina said. Are you all-right?" Sonic asked. "Yeah...I guess so." "Ya know, your ol Aunt Sal used to do that to me when I was your age." Sonic grinned. "Really?" Tails wondered. "Sure thing. She was just flirting." "Flirting? What's that?" Tails asked as he propped himself up on his cot. "It's a kinda hint from a girl that she likes you." Sonic informed. "EWWW! That's disgusting." Tails said, gagging. "Yeah, I know, it's pretty harsh. You'll learn to like it someday, though." "Not me, Son. I'll NEVER like that!" "That's what I said Tails, and now I got Sal!" Sonic replied. "Well, I don't like Nina." "Have you even tried to start a conversation with her?" Sonic quipped. "Well...um.....no...." Tails quieted. "Then how do you know you don't like her?" "I...I just don't! She's a girl!" Tails exclaimed. "That's a reason?" Sonic smiled. He liked what was happening. What was happening to Tails, had once happened to him when he was ten. "I guess not." "Look, Tails. I'll be honest with ya. Nina's a nice girl. She obviously thinks you're good looking from all that training you're doing. I don't she one reason why she was silly to have said what she did." "Really?" Tails asked his mentor. "Serious." "Okay...," Tails said in a very low voice, "I guess I can talk to her." "That's my pal! Now come on, we need some help with the Tunneler." replied Sonic. He then helped the fox up and took him outside. "Rotor?" Sally called into the walrus's tent. "Yeah?" came a reply. "I brought some hot chocolate. Do you want some?" "Okay." answered Rotor. "I came to talk for awhile," said Sally, "about my father." "Your father?" Rotor said in disbelief. "Yes. I came to tell you that you're not alone. I hadn't seen my father for over eleven years. After I went in the void, I found out that I can never be with him again. You are fortunate Rotor. You can find your parents, and when you do, you can have some chance of de-roboticizing them. I, on the other hand, will never see my daddy again." Sally quietly sipped her hot chocolate as a tear slowly ran down her cheek. "Oh, Sally. I'm really sorry. I never realized..." "Rotor, I'm not saying that your mourning in vain, but what I am saying is, appreciate the family you have. We're always here, Rotor. Always." and with that, Sally left the tent. "Clear out everyone!" shouted Bunnie as Dulcy began her landing lessons. Dulcy suddenly took to air. "This is great! I can actually feel a perfect landing coming up." Dulcy smiled. Bunnie had her fingers crossed. "Good luck, sugar-dragon!" Dulcy circled over the meadow a few times before she went in to land. When she did, it wasn't very pretty. She ended up falling on her stomach and scraping her chin on the ground. Bunnie ran over to her. "Are you all right, Dulcy?" she panted. "OOOOOoooooh....thanks ma.......I'm fine........" she warbled. "Wanna try it again?" Bunnie asked. Dulcy cleared her head by shaking it side-to-side. "No...I think I'll work on it later. It's starting to hurt!" Nina sat by the lake with her friends. Tails came up to her and sat next to her. "Hi." he said. Nina's friends got up and left, sensing that they wanted to talk privately. "Hi Tails. I'm sorry." Nina said. "For what?" Tails wondered. "Well," the little skunk slumped, "I made you faint, and I probably embarrassed you in front of everyone!" "I wasn't embarrassed, just shocked." Tails told her. "I'm glad, because I meant what I said." blushed Nina. Tails became nervous. "Um, Nina, that's what I wanted to talk about." "Yes?" "Well, I think you're very nice and everything, but..." Tails suddenly began to stammer. "It's okay Tails, I know what you want to say." smiled Nina. "You do?" "Yup. Don't worry, I understand. That's what all guys are like." Nina then proceeded to kiss Tails on the cheek. "Now, I was wondering, can you teach me to fly with my tail?" Tails just fainted. "C'mon Sal, I'm bored!" cried Sonic. "We're not going back to Robotropolis. Or what's left of it." "But Sal, I wanna go check to see if there are any others who are still roboticized." "No. Sonic, we destroyed everything. Nothing is left there!" Sally exclaimed. "Aw, Sal, it's just that I am so bored without ol Melonhead chasin my tail!" said Sonic. "Sonic, we've got a seminar going here. We can't just leave! I said no and that's final! Royal order!" Sally shouted at the hedgehog. Sonic sighed and left the tent. "How many Swat-bots do we have totaled?" demanded Snively. "Approximately 500, sir." droned the Tech-bot. "How many Worker-bots?" "Eleven hundred sir." "Do you have any idea as onto how long it will take to build up the army that we once originally had?" Snively wondered. "Completion will probably take place this fall, sir." the bot reported. "Try to increase production. We must have as much as a chance as we did before." "Yes sir." Uncle Chuck had already tried out the tunneler finding that it didn't work. What the problem was, was that there were too many existing tunnels from the Doomsday pods. The only choice was to follow up throughout those already existing tunnels, and to try to find connections between villages. Uncle Chuck went down into the ground with Tabitha and a couple other Roboticized individuals, who were prized for their unique night vision. They proceeded down the tunnels for an hour before stopping. Uncle C huck insisted that the band stop because her was almost sure he heard something. He called for Tabitha to come and confirm his suspicions, since she had extremely sensitive hearing. "I think I do hear something, Sir Charles. It's very muffled though." "Good girl, Tabby. Now do you think you could make it out if we got closer?" wondered Uncle Chuck. "I don't know. I'm pretty sure it's nothing though." "You're probably right. We're probably very near to the hot springs." sighed Uncle Chuck. "Let's go to the left, Sir Charles." said a raccoon. "Lead on, Alvin." Little did the Freedom Fighters know, the sound that Uncle Chuck had heard was the working of bots, trying to build up a wall from the main tunnel at Robotropolis, therefore making it impossible for anyone to crawl through and sabotage. Later that day, Uncle Chuck's squad made it to the surface. They had found that they had emerged in the meadow near Knothole. "We did it!" smiled Uncle Chuck. They then started making their way back through the tunnels placing more markers and light systems to show where they had been. The group made it back to the seminar by nightfall. "Well, did you guys make it?" Sally asked anxiously. "Yep! We marked the tunnels and lighted them too." replied Tabitha. "Alright! Good job you guys!" "Now what, Sally?" asked Uncle Chuck. "Well, we start sending supplies and build up our forces. I'm sure Dulcy will be glad to hear this. Now we don't need her to fly the supplies in!" said Sally. "Well, I guess we'd better get to bed. We have to pack up and go home tomorrow." "See ya tomorrow." said Tabitha. "G'night." Back at Knothole, Sonic was helping Sally unpack. "Sal?" "What?" asked Sally. "What...what if Robotnik isn't gone?...What if he...he made an identical robot of himself to fool us..." Sonic stammered. "Sonic! That's absurd!" Sally exclaimed. "Yeah, I guess...but you never know..." replied Sonic. "We destroyed him!" Sally informed him. "Oh yeah? Then why wasn't Snively with him?" Sonic shot. "He must have been in the Death Egg when we destroyed it. Either that, or he was in the ship, we just didn't see him. Either way, he's gone, and so is ChromeDome himself!" "Maybe you're right." Sonic caved in. Just then, Tails walked in, holding Nina's hand. "Well hello Tails, hi Nina." Sally said in a pleasant voice. "Hi Aunt Sally! Hi Sonic!" said Tails with a smile. "Hi Princess Sally, hello Sonic." piped in Nina. "Hey Tails, what's up?" asked the blue hedgehog. "Um, well, I just wanted to ask if I can take Nina with me to our Secret Place." Tails asked. "Our Secret Place?! That's only for the two of us!" exclaimed Sonic. "I didn't mean ours Sonic," Tails smiled, "I meant ours." he said, motioning to Nina. Sonic and Sally exchanged surprised glances. Sally broke out of her confusion to ask, "Is it in the Great Forest?" "Yes, Aunt Sally. It is." "Okay. You can go." Sally smiled. "C'mon Nina!" barked Tails. "Okay! Bye Sonic! Goodbye Princess Sally!" said Nina, as Tails grabbed her hand and led her out of the room. As soon as they were out of hearing distance, Sonic spoke up. "Looks like Tails is hooked too!" "Too?" said Sally suspiciously. "Yeah!" Sonic smiled. "Well, Sonic Hedgehog," said Sally, "I think we better go unpack Tails things while he's gone." "You're right. Let's go." Sonic replied. As they walked out, Sonic put his arm around Sally. "How were your seminars, Rotor?" asked Bunnie. "Good! I learned some new things on androids. I'll need 'em since that mess up on Ro-Becca." he smiled. "Are you feeling any better, sugar?" Bunnie asked with sincerity "Yeah. Sally really woke me up." "Well, I'm glad you're all right." Bunnie paused, "Wanna come over to my place for some tea?" "Well...sure...I guess." "Oh good! I've been wantin' to try out Antoine's cookbook. It's got a whole section devoted to teas! C'mon, sugar." Rotor got up and followed Bunnie to her hut, where she then put on a kettle of water. When the tea was ready, Bunnie and Rotor sat down and had a long serious chat about their childhoods, and how badly they missed their families. It was late when they finally finished. "Thanks for the talk, Rotor. I've been wanting to get the same things off of my lil' ol' mind." Bunnie said. "Anytime...well, goodnight, Bunnie." said Rotor "Goodnight, sugar." THE END! ;) From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 2 14:32:41 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA09610 for sonic-ll; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 14:32:09 -0500 Received: from rachael.franken.de by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA09599 for ; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 14:31:42 -0500 Received: from by rachael.franken.de with cbsmtp (Smail3.1.28.1 #13) id m0rkGNJ-000oO6C; Thu, 2 Mar 95 20:17 MET Received: from deco.franken.de by hub-n.franken.de with uucp (Smail3.1.28.1 #12) id m0rkFgf-000bqmC; Thu, 2 Mar 95 19:33 MET Received: by deco.franken.de (CrossPoint v3.02); 02 Mar 1995 19:34:06 +0100 Date: 02 Mar 1995 19:32:00 +0100 From: sanasi@deco.franken.de (Alessandro Sanasi) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Message-ID: <5h6NSSrPzxB@deco.franken.de> In-Reply-To: Subject: Re: Chili Dogs and Friends X-Mailer: XP v3.02 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > I am of the mind set that Mobius (and the whole Sonic story) is a social > commentary of what we, the intelligent species known as humans, are doing > to our beloved planet. That makes this a very politically correct cartoon > which reflects us as a society. That is what almost all cartoons are - > reflections of ourselves. That's because all cartoons are made by _humans_. And as inhabitants of Earth we can only refer to things we know, our society, our problems with polluting the environment, our social structure and the like. Of course everyone tries to make the world in the cartoons a little better and a more interesting place to live than the world we know. That's because there is magic in the cartoon or a society of different species that live together in peace. There have been a lot of postings about the location of Mobius. To my opinion the best suggestion would be that Mobius is an alternate earth of another universe/dimension, inhabited by intelligent animals instead of humans. This would explain all the parallels in speech (English, France) or food (Chili Dogs). And because it's an _alternate_ earth there can also be magic there. > Another thing that makes me dismiss the idea of a future Earth is the > HUGE improbability that many species on Earth could evolve from where they > are now into sentient beings in just under 2000 years, nuclear accident > mutations or not. So far it's taken humans 2.5 million years! That's the best reason to convince anyone that Mobius is no future Earth. This suggestion sounded a little strange anyway... > And now for something completely tasteless... > I wonder if Sonic has ever eaten any of his friends when he had chili > dogs. Is that why we don't see Porker Lewis in the Archie comics? Well, in the Furry comics I've read there are some animals that have evolved into intelligent, human-like beings, but there are also others that are just 'normal' animals (like chickens or cows). Maybe its the same with Mobius. > I never could see a name, but a pig is in Sally's mini-series #1. But of > course Sonic isn't, except in the intro and the adverts. And he could be > eating one of those artificial 'dogs where probably no one is quite sure > what the thing is made of. There was also a pig in the Sonic mini-series #1 (one of the Royal Guards), but that was one of Robotniks androids which had a self destruct mechanism implemented. Sonic threw him out of Knothole just in time... > But as long as you had to bring up a tasteless point.... > He may just be eating those who were about to (for whatever reason) > defect to Robotnik's side. At least he should use lots of ketchup, then. > Well in a few eppisodes they show Hot Dog stands.... and the chef who > serves Sonic is a pig. (This leads me to belive that Mobian chili dogs > aren't made out of pork) Or maybe they are cannibals? Freedom Fighters by day, ravaging beasts by night... nah. Take it easy Alessandro --- You get what anyone gets. You get a lifetime. ## CrossPoint v3.02 ## From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 2 14:44:13 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA09713 for sonic-ll; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 14:44:04 -0500 Received: from rachael.franken.de by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA09629 for ; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 14:34:48 -0500 Received: from by rachael.franken.de with cbsmtp (Smail3.1.28.1 #13) id m0rkGNK-000oO7C; Thu, 2 Mar 95 20:17 MET Received: from deco.franken.de by hub-n.franken.de with uucp (Smail3.1.28.1 #12) id m0rkFh2-000bqmC; Thu, 2 Mar 95 19:33 MET Received: by deco.franken.de (CrossPoint v3.02); 02 Mar 1995 19:34:06 +0100 Date: 02 Mar 1995 19:33:00 +0100 From: sanasi@deco.franken.de (Alessandro Sanasi) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Message-ID: <5h6NSimuzxB@deco.franken.de> In-Reply-To: <9503011306.0IFBJ00@twty.chi.il.us> Subject: Re: Inssue #22 is out. X-Mailer: XP v3.02 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > I think we should all write to archie and tell them "YES! We want a tails > mini-series." Maybe it would be better to tell them to do something against the lousy artwork in their comic. Say what you want, Sonic just doesn't look in the comic like he does in the SatAM cartoon. But on the other hand, it seems that I'm all alone with this opinion. Take it easy Alessandro --- You get what anyone gets. You get a lifetime. ## CrossPoint v3.02 ## From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 2 15:22:14 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA10025 for sonic-ll; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 15:22:08 -0500 Received: from mik.uky.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA10020 for ; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 15:22:03 -0500 Received: from nx19.mik.uky.edu by mik.uky.edu (NX5.67e/NX3.0M) id AA23115; Thu, 2 Mar 95 15:26:05 -0500 From: richard ray ii roberts Message-Id: <9503022026.AA23115@mik.uky.edu> Received: by nx19.mik.uky.edu (NX5.67e/NX3.0X) id AA11396; Thu, 2 Mar 95 15:23:13 -0500 Date: Thu, 2 Mar 95 15:23:13 -0500 Received: by NeXT.Mailer (1.100) Received: by NeXT Mailer (1.100) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: What they eat Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Since I'm a proponent of the Mobius-As-Another- World theory, it should come to no surprise that my guess would be they eat native wildlife. Something looking vaguely like the dragons or the little birds they use to carry messages, I'd imagine. We haven't exactly been treated to much else in the way of animal life. Thinking That A Bunnie Swimsuit Issue Is An Idea Whose Time Has Come, Mouse From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 2 15:23:30 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA10042 for sonic-ll; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 15:23:28 -0500 Received: from hubcap.clemson.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA10037 for ; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 15:23:25 -0500 Received: (pgettle@localhost) by hubcap.clemson.edu (8.6.7/8.6.4) id PAA04336; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 15:27:15 -0500 Date: Thu, 2 Mar 1995 15:27:15 -0500 (EST) From: Paul Gettle To: sonic@sard.mv.net cc: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Freedom Fighter Canibalism In-Reply-To: <5h6NSSrPzxB@deco.franken.de> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On 2 Mar 1995, Alessandro Sanasi wrote: > Or maybe they are cannibals? Freedom Fighters by day, ravaging beasts by > night... nah. Well, in one of the second season eppisodes, Antonie is captured by a canibal tribe, and the freedom fighters seem to have a negitive reaction. -- Paul Gettle (pgettle@hubcap.clemson.edu) "You're wrong. I'm right. As usual." -- Princess Sally "Caution: Happy Fun Fox may suddenly accelerate to dangerous speeds. Do not taunt Happy Fun Fox." -- Disclaimer From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 2 16:39:08 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA10717 for sonic-ll; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 16:38:47 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA10712 for ; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 16:38:28 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA17622; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 16:42:31 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA25420; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 16:42:25 -0500 Message-Id: <9503022142.AA25420@edmund> Subject: Sonic FAQ File (weekly) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Thu, 2 Mar 1995 16:42:24 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: ___------__ |\__-- /\ _- |/ __ _ //\ / \ /__ | o| 0|__ --_ \\____-- __ \ ___ - (@@ __/ / /_ -_____--- --_ // \ \\ - //|\__/ \\ ___- \_-\_____/ \-\ // \\--\| ____// ||_ /___//_\ /___\ ascii Sonic by Han J. Lee |====================== THE SONIC FAQ FILE =====================| Mar 3, 1995 edition Compiled by: Daniel J. Drazen Contributors: Ron Bauerle, Brad Clark, Craig Moore, Michiyo Nakajima, Paula O'Keefe, Eric E. Pearson, Jeff Pegnato, Alessandro Sanasi, Erich Schulman, Fred Sloniker, Andy White Address all comments, corrections, contributions and flames to: drazen@andrews.edu **All new material for the week will be prefaced by two asterisks. I. FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS II. SOURCE DESCRIPTIONS A. SONIC THE HEDGEHOG EPISODE GUIDE B. SONIC COMICS DESCRIPTIONS C. OTHER SOURCES I. FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS ============================= Q1: How did Tails come to have two tails? Q2: Is "Tails" his real name? Q3: Is Tails related to Sally? He calls her "Aunt Sally" quite often. Q4: I can't figure out what kinds of animals some of the characters are supposed to be. Q5: "Sally Acorn?" Q6: How old are the characters supposed to be? Q7: What happened to the Princess Sally miniseries? Q8: Does anyone have a theory about Sonic's speed? ================================================================ Q1: How did Tails come to have two tails? A: The writers of Sonic comics solicited reader responses to this in issue #___; the replies were printed in issue #___. They range from transplantation to mutation. At this point, there is no "official" explanation as to how Tails got that way, so you're pretty much free to believe what you like. Personally, I prefer the theory that it is a mutation, induced by Robotnik's pollution of Mobius. This would accord with the fact that Tails had not been born when Robotnik took over (cf. Q6). Q2: Is "Tails" his real name? A: No, his real name is "Miles Prower" (you have to say it sorta fast to get the joke). That was his name when he was introduced on the front screen of the Sonic 2 video game. Tails was given as his nickname, and it stuck. Q3: Is Tails related to Sally? He calls her "Aunt Sally" quite often. A:This argument has been put forward by the "Sally is a fox" camp (see below). However, if that were true, then he'd also be related to Bunnie, as he's been known to address her as "Aunt Bunnie." For that matter, it seems that everyone in the Knothole gang refers to Sir Charles Hedgehog as "Uncle Chuck," though he's technically only uncle to Sonic. While it was not explicitly stated in either the comics or in the cartoons, it has to be kept in mind that all of the freedom fighters' families were disrupted by Robotnik's takeover of Mobius. It's safe to assume that they all have had relatives who have ended up being roboticized. As a result, they have become not so much a paramilitary resistance group as a loose-knit family. Sonic, for instance, clearly relates to Tails as if the latter was his little brother, the difference in species notwithstanding. Q4: I can't figure out what kinds of animals some of the characters are supposed to be. A: Admittedly, it's trickier to spot some species in the series than others. Herewith is the list: Sonic and Sir Charles. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .hedgehogs Bunnie . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . rabbit Tails. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fox Rotor. . . . . . . . . . . . . .walrus (sea lion, cf. Teitelbaum) Antoine **D'Coolette . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fox Sally Acorn. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ground squirrel/chipmunk Sally's father . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fox The identification of Sally as a ground squirrel is based on extended discussion of the topic on Internet {alt.fan.furry and rec.arts.animation). She was also declared to be a ground squirrel in the comics, most recently in the Sonicgram of Sonic #19. **As for the designation "ground squirrel/chipmunk", which has been questioned by at least one correspondent, I entered it this way on the assumption that the two terms were synonymous. I have consulted a dictionary, which states that the term "ground squirrel" applies to several kinds of rodents, including the chipmunk genus _Tamias_. Given the present ambiguity, the designation will remain as is. Despite this, controversy continues. Identifying Sally's species has been particularly vexing to some fans, especially those who reason that since Sally's father is clearly a fox, then she must be one herself. It is possible that Sally takes after her mother in this regard more than her father. Cross-species mating is a definite possibility, and an example is implied in the "flashforward" at the end of "Sally's Crusade" [Sonic: In Your Face #1]. At this point, the identification of Sally's nanny, Rosie, remains ambiguous. Given her buck teeth, she could be either a beaver or a woodchuck. Since she is always shown wearing a long cloak, I've been unable to spot the character beaver tail. Final identification is still pending. Q5: "Sally Acorn"? A: This is how she was identified **as far back as the beginning of the comics [Sonic Miniseries, #0, Mar 1993]. Technically, royalty do not have surnames or family names in the accepted sense; rather, the title of the personage tends to serve the purpose. Her middle name, Alicia, is apparently seldom used (cf. "Blast to the Past," part 1). If you wanted to be grandiose about it, Sally's formal title would be: Sally Alicia, Princess of the House of Acorn. But in any event it's unlikely that Sally's formal title will come back into use so long as Robotnik is in charge. Q6: How old are the characters supposed to be? A: According to the TV series ["Blast to the Past: part 1"] Sonic and Sally were both 5 years old when Sally's father was overthrown and Robotnik took over. Two other age clues were given in the "Drood Henge" episode: that Tails was 10 years old, and that Sally wouldn't "come of age" for another two years. At one point, Sally's age is explicitly given as being 16, though the comics reportedly put both at age 15. Subtracting 5 from 16 leaves the number of years Robotnik has been in charge: 11. Thus, it would appear that Tails was born after the fall of the House of Acorn. Still, the simplest way out of this dilemma would be to put the age of majority on Mobius at 17 instead of 18; that would eliminate the extra year differential without altering the stated ages of Sonic and Sally (in the comics) or of Tails (in "Drood Henge"). Q7: What happened to the Princess Sally miniseries? A: Archie Comics was supposed to roll out a three-part miniseries starring Sally as the main character. The story actually began with "Deadliest of the Species" in Sonic #20. The cover art for the miniseries, however, differs in subsequent advertisements: one cover for the first issue prominently features Geoffrey St. John, while another does not. The third issue cover either does or doesn't feature Sally doing battle with a clone of herself, depending upon where you see it. The fact that the Sally creative team PLUS Archie Comics PLUS Sega reportedly came together to discuss "improving" the series (as reported in the Sonicgram for Sonic #21) would seem to indicate that someone had come down with a case of "creative differences." In any event, the "improved" Sally miniseries began shipping the week of Feb 13. Q8: Does anyone have a theory about Sonic's speed? A: How, in other words, is Sonic able to run so fast? Apparently the same way you get to Carnegie Hall in the old joke: practice. I'm serious; here is the only print explanation I've come across so far: "Years ago, when things were right on Mobius, there lived a hedgehog named Sonic.... Sonic was only interested in running as fast as he could. Every day he practiced." [Michael Teitelbaum, _Sonic the Hedgehog_. Mahwah, NJ: Troll, 1993, pp.7- 8]. And that's the extent of Teitelbaum's explanation. Thanks a heap, Mike! ================================================================= NOTICE: The fact that episode and story summaries appear here means there is a good chance that you will encounter spoilers. This is your only notice! II. SOURCE DESCRIPTIONS A. SONIC THE HEDGEHOG EPISODE GUIDE 1. First Season: 1993-94 Super Sonic Writer: Jules Dennis When Nicole malfunctions, Sonic and Sally go to Robotropolis to get replacement parts. While there, they discover the Forbidden Zone and a being named Lezar. Lezar causes Sonic to lose his speed abilities, and teaches him that he can still accomplish things without it. Sonic Boom Writer: Len Janson While on a mission in Robotropolis, Sally intercepts a message which includes the use of her father's pet name for her. They follow the lead to the Dark Swamp and the remains of Ironlock Prison. In the process, a freedom fighter named Cat is captured. The freedom fighters gain maps to Robotropolis, but the search for Sally's father proves futile. Sonic and Sally Writers: Pat Allee and Ben Hurst Before becoming the principle writers for the second season, Allee and Hurst wrote this account of Sally's capture by Robotnik's forces. Sonic rescues what he thinks is Sally but what is instead a robot double. Back in Knothole, Tails begins to doubt Sally's behavior because of small details, such as how she reads a bedtime story. After first dismissing Tails' fears, Sonic also comes to realizes he's been dealing with a "Stepford Sally." Hooked on Sonics Writer: Randy Rogel In an attempt to impress Sally, Antoine tries to capture Robotnik by himself. He attempts to lure Robotnik into the open with the offer of a power ring, but Antoine is himself captured and Sonic has to rescue him. Ultra Sonic Writer: David Villaire While on a raid in Robotropolis, Sonic finds his Uncle Chuck as a robot worker in a crystal mine. Uncle Chuck recovers his mind and will long enough to help destroy a giant crystal which would have damaged the ecosystem of the entire planet. As Uncle Chuck loses control of his will, Sonic vows to return for him. Sonic's Nightmare Writer: Frank Santopadre The freedom fighters are captured and held on a deserted island refinery. Sonic must not only rescue them but he also has to deal with a recurring nightmare where he unable to prevent Sally's being roboticized. Warp Sonic Writer: Matt Uitz The freedom fighters discover an underground civilization called Lower Mobius and one of its citizens, Griff. Lower Mobius draws energy from a power crystal, but it is weakening. Feigning friendship, Griff visits Knothole and steals the power stone which is the source of the power rings. After fighting off some mechanical rats, the power stone is retrieved. Griff apologizes for his theft and is given a portion of the stone to aid Lower Mobius. Harmonic Sonic Writer: David Villaire After Robotnik launches a robot-manned orbiting space station to locate Knothole, the Knothole freedom fighters use a rocket booster to reach and destroy it. Sonic and the Secret Scrolls Writer: Janis Diamond The freedom fighters journey to Mauga (sp?) to recover some legendary scrolls, but Robotnik is tailing them. Robotnik's ship is hurled off a plateau by a violent wind, and the Knothole gang mistakenly believe he is finished. Will they make the same mistake at the end of the second season? Sub-Sonic Writer: Barbara Slade Sonic discovers a stream of water that makes plants grow at a fantastic rate. In their search for the source, the Knothole gang discover a subterranean creature whose habitat has been disturbed by Robotnik's drilling operations. Heads or Tails Writer: Len Janson On a raid of Robotropolis, Sonic runs into Muttski, his now- roboticized pet dog and vows to return him to normal someday. The freedom fighters also have to contend with a squadron of Buzzbombers carrying an orange defoliant [Agent Orange? Hmmmm...] intent on destroying the Great Forest and exposing Knothole. Artwork in this ep is decidedly off-model. Sonic Past Cool Writers: Kayte Kuch & Sheryl Scarborough Tails finds a baby terrapod and the freedom fighters escort the terrapod herd to Boulder Bay, where they will be safe from Robotnik. Sonic Racer Writer: Len Janson While on a mission to disable Robotnik's power generators, Sonic is tempted into participating in a contest against a super-fast robot designed to capture him. While he engages the bot, Bunnie, Sally and Antoine go after their target: Robotnik's back-up generator. 2. Second Season: 1994-95 Game Guy Sonic rescues someone from capture by Robotnik; he turns out to be Ari, a freedom fighter from another group. Ari directs Sonic to a place which turns out to be a trap. Sonic manages to escape (after Robotnik toys with him), but Ari--whose comrades were roboticized and who was himself deceived by Robotnik--is sucked into the Void. Before falling into the Void, Ari says something about a list of other freedom fighters. Sonic Conversion The Knothole gang test a deroboticizing process on Bunnie, whose partially-roboticized body is returned to normal. Sonic then goes after Uncle Chuck and is able to convince him to undergo the process. However, the process turns out to be only temporary as, in a poignant scene, Bunnie reverts to a half-robot. When Uncle Chuck reverts to robotic form, he captures Tails and Antoine for delivery to Robotnik; Sonic confronts him and manages to break the hold on Uncle Chuck's mind. Uncle Chuck returns to Robotropolis to work as a spy for the Knothole gang. No Brainer Sonic's thought processes are temporarily scrambled while on a mission in Robotropolis. Taking advantage of the situation, Snively convinces Sonic that they are friends. The disruption wears off just as the Knothole gang face imminent capture. Blast to the Past (two parts) Dulcy takes Sonic and Sally to a floating island where they use the Time Stones to return to Mobotropolis on the eve of the planet's conquest by Dr. Robotnik (then known as Julian, affiliated with the War Ministry and supposedly in charge of its dismantling). They also encounter themselves as 5-year-olds and learn that it was Sonic's Uncle Chuck who had perfected the roboticizer process in the first place, though Julian/Robotnik stole the process. Sally and Sonic work to keep their child selves from being roboticized, to prevent the Great Forest from being destroyed, and to make sure that Sally's nanny, Rosie, would not get captured. Fed Up With Antoine/Ghost Busted (back to back episodes) Feeling unappreciated, Antoine allows himself to be made "king" by a group of renegades, unaware that with the office comes the "honor" of being an entree./While out camping, Sonic's ghost story panics Tails, and Antoine once more demonstrates his ineptitude. Dulcy Dulcy begins having overpowering urges to fly to Dragonsnest, a nesting site for female dragons. She, Sonic and Sally, arrive just as Robotnik has captured another female dragon; they then discover the dragon's egg inside Dragonsnest. Taking the egg back to Knothole, they rescue the female dragon who returns in time to hatch the egg. The Void Sonic discovers an opening to the Void while out in the "Great Unknown" [another name for the Forbidden Zone?]. Sally and Bunnie are put under a spell and pulled into the Void by a sorcerer named Naugus, who had been imprisoned there years before by Robotnik and who needs Sonic's speed to escape. Sonic learns what has happened from Nicole and allows himself to be pulled into the Void. Attempting to rescue Sally and Bunnie, he is tricked into rescuing what he thinks is Sally's father but is really Naugus. Sonic returns to the Void and finds not only Sally and Bunnie but the King and Ari as well. He brings them all out, but Naugus and the King have spent so much time in the Void that their bodies cannot handle living on Mobius. Naugus breaks off his tormenting of Robotnik, and Sally's father gives her the list of other resistance groups. On the whole, Sally goes through the emotional rollercoaster ride of her life. The Odd Couple/Ro-Becca (back to back episodes) After a crash landing by Dulcy leaves Sonic homeless he moves in with Antoine, who predictably gets bent out of shape by Sonic's lifestyle./Rotor cobbles together a robot which develops the hots for Antoine. Cry of the Wolf The Knothole freedom fighters search for and discover the Wolf Pack, the remnants of an ancient race who are now one of the other resistance groups. After several unsuccessful attempts to destroy a test pod from the Doomsday Project, Sonic draws it into a lightning storm and destroys it. Drood Henge Sonic and Tails discover an archaeological dig by Robotnik; they learn from Nicole that the object of the search is the Deep Power Stones, and that Robotnik has recovered one of the two. Tails comes up with a plan to retrieve the second stone before Robotnik can get to it. Spyhog On the eve of final preparations of the Doomsday project, Robotnik begins to suspect that there is a spy in his midst. Uncle Chuck's cover is blown, but he escapes capture and goes back underground with a different cover. Doomsday In the season finale, a combined force of the five freedom fighter groups tries to destroy the Doomsday project. Robotnik, however, seems to have too many safeguards built in. As a last resort, Sonic and Sally use the Deep Power Stones. The Doomsday project is destroyed; Robotnik's fate is uncertain but Snively is ready to step into his shoes in a burst of megalomania and overacting. Cliffhanger: who or what does Snively have to help him? **We'll never know: ABC chose not to run StH for a third season. VOICE CREDITS: SONIC: Jaleel White SALLY: Kath Soucie NICOLE: Kath Soucie (uncredited) TAILS: Bradley Pierce BUNNIE: Christine Cavanaugh ANTOINE: Rob Paulsen ROTOR: Mark Ballou (1st season) Cam Brainard (2d season) DULCY: Cree Summer Franks UNCLE CHUCK: William Windom ROBOTNIK: Jim Cummings SNIVELY: Charlie Adler ADDITIONAL VOICES: (First season): David Doyle Gaille Heindenmann Dana Hill Danny Mann Jason Marsden Charlie Schlatter Frank Welker (Second season): Shari Belafonte: Lupee (?) Michael Bell: **Naugus (?) Crystal Cooke Tim Curry: Sally's father; Keeper of the Time Stones Dave Fennoy Dorian Harewood John Kassir Katie Leigh Nancy Linari Victor Love Tahj Mowry Hal Rayle Alaina Reed Hall Lindsay Ridgeway April Winchell B. SONIC COMICS DESCRIPTIONS [CONTRIBUTIONS WELCOME] #18 [Jan 1995]: "Wedding Bell Blues" Robotnik gets word of Sonic and Sally's impending wedding and plans an attack. "In the Still of the Night" While trying to determine the nature of the mysterious orb (cf. "First Star....", #17), Sally is called to the bedside of her old mentor, Julayla, just before she dies. Sonicgram: includes statement that Sonic is 15, and a German fan disses Dave Manak's artwork Sonic: In Your Face #1 [1995] "Sally's Crusade: The Quest" The orb is revealed to be a casing surrounding Nicole. Sally, with the others in tow, searches for what turns out to be Julayla's last testament. The significance of this document is spelled out in a "flashforward" at the end of the story. "Mirror Zone" An excuse to practice backwards lettering. Sonicgram: Sally's age is given as "about 15." [Note, if you're going to guess a lady's age, guess on the low side ;-) ] "Tails' Tallest Tale" Tails substitutes for Sonic, putting in an appearance at a con. His exaggerations almost get him into trouble. **Artwork by Shaw!. #19 [Feb 1995]: "Night of a Thousand Sonics" In order to defeat Robotnik's latest scheme, Sonic has to call in as many versions of himself from as many parallel universes as he can. **Artwork by Manak for the first half, Mawhinney for the second. Sonicgram: The name of Sally's father is given as "King Acorn" (but see FAQ #5). Scott Fulop hedges on when Knuckles will make an appearance and whose side he'll be on. Again, Sally is identified as a "ground squirrel." Hint is dropped as to a Sonic motion picture in the works. #20 [Mar 1995]: "That's the Spirit" Exposure to an antimatter explosion renders Sonic invisible; Sally and the others [Tails being the exception] believe he is dead. The comedic pacing and Manak's artwork mar what otherwise might have been a very poignant story. **Great line (Sonic to Robotnik--who thinks he's dealing with a ghost): "Give Mobius back to the freedom fighters, lose weight and get a hairpiece!" "Deadliest of the Species" [Prologue to the Princess Sally miniseries] While on a sabotage mission, Sally is confronted by someone claiming to be part of a rebel underground. Sonicgram: Once again lists Sally's age as 15. #21 [Apr 1995]: "3 Phases of E.V.E" Pat Spaziante debuts as a story artist. Robotnik unleashes E.V.E. ["exceptionally versatile evolvoid"] to capture Sonic. As Sonic manages to outsmart E.V.E., it simply adapts to another form to compensate. Sonic lures it to Robotnik's headquarters where, assuming a self-conscious form, E.V.E. determines that it is being held back by its biological inheritance from Sonic and Robotnik [i.e., individual cells used in E.V.E.'s creation]. E.V.E. toasts Robotnik, but thanks to some quick thinking by Sonic--apparently, Sally's influence is rubbing off on him ;-) -- E.V.E. spares Sonic and travels out into space on a journey of self-actualization. Is Robotnik really history? That's the tease--stay tuned, probably until after the Sally miniseries. Sonicgram: announcement of the delay in rolling out the Sally miniseries; another special issue (48pp) due out in May. COMIC PUBLISHERS: **For subscriptions and back issues--US & Canada: Archie Comics 325 Fayette Avenue Mamaroneck, NY 10543 (914) 381-5155. $15.00/year US monthly $18.00/year CAN monthly For subscriptions and back issues--United Kingdom (Fleetway Editions comics): Sonic The Comic Subscription Dept. OR Back Issue Zone Aim Ltd. P.O. Box 10 Pallion Industrial Estate Sunderland, SR4 6SN UNITED KINGDOM 01144-91-5102290 L28.60 (=28 pounds, 60 pence)/year UK fortnightly L45.00/year Europe fortnightly L47.00/year Overseas surface mail fortnightly L55.00/year Overseas airmail fortnightly C. OTHER SOURCES Michael Teitelbaum, _Sonic the Hedgehog_ (c)1993; _Sonic the Hedgehog: Robotnik's Revenge_ (c)1994; _Sonic the Hedgehog: Fortress of Fear_ (c)1994: Mahwah, New Jersey: Troll Associates. _Sonic the Hedgehog_ synopsis: COMING SOON _Sonic the Hedgehog: Robotnik's Revenge_ synopsis: one of the Knothole freedom fighters is captured by Robotnik and used as bait to lure Sonic into a trap. In this case, the victim is Bunnie, and the story supposedly explains how she came to be partially roboticized. This account is at odds with the explanation in the comics. In addition, both Uncle Chuck and Muttski in this book has been successfully deroboticized, which conflicts with "Sonic Conversion" and, in fact, the rest of the second season. _Sonic the Hedgehog: Fortress of Fear_ synopsis: COMING SOON OVERSEAS BOOKS: Martin Adams, _Sonic the Hedgehog and the Silicon Warriors_ (c)1993; _Sonic the Hedgehog in Castle Robotnik_ (c)1994; _Sonic the Hedgehog in the Fourth Dimension_ (c)1993; _Sonic the Hedgehog in Robotnik's Laboratory_ (c)1993: London: Virgin. From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 2 16:45:27 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA10787 for sonic-ll; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 16:45:11 -0500 Received: from hubcap.clemson.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA10782 for ; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 16:45:09 -0500 Received: (pgettle@localhost) by hubcap.clemson.edu (8.6.7/8.6.4) id QAA25565; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 16:48:56 -0500 Date: Thu, 2 Mar 1995 16:48:56 -0500 (EST) From: Paul Gettle To: sonic@sard.mv.net cc: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Inssue #22 is out. In-Reply-To: <5h6NSimuzxB@deco.franken.de> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On 2 Mar 1995, Alessandro Sanasi wrote: > Maybe it would be better to tell them to do something against the lousy > artwork in their comic. Say what you want, Sonic just doesn't look in > the comic like he does in the SatAM cartoon. But on the other hand, it > seems that I'm all alone with this opinion. Well, I don't exactly mind the differences. Besides, after your biting letter got printed in Sonic-Grams, Alessandro, I don't know if they'd print another. -- Paul Gettle (pgettle@hubcap.clemson.edu) "You're wrong. I'm right. As usual." -- Princess Sally "Caution: Happy Fun Fox may suddenly accelerate to dangerous speeds. Do not taunt Happy Fun Fox." -- Disclamer From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 2 17:16:33 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA11083 for sonic-ll; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 17:16:24 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA11076 for ; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 17:16:20 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id QAA13656 for ; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 16:20:28 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Thu, 2 Mar 95 16:16 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0MB5Y001 Thu, 02 Mar 95 15:52:51 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503021552.0MB5Y00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Thu, 02 Mar 95 15:52:51 Subject: Re: inssue #22 is out. To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Well, I don't have a prob with the artwork in the comic book. I just don't see the big deal in it but oh well. Craig / Tails "Happy Fun Fox" (Until I get another .sig) From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 2 17:16:33 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA11088 for sonic-ll; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 17:16:28 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA11082 for ; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 17:16:23 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id QAA13664 for ; Thu, 2 Mar 1995 16:20:32 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Thu, 2 Mar 95 16:16 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0MLCN002 Thu, 02 Mar 95 16:04:56 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503021604.0MLCN00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Thu, 02 Mar 95 16:04:56 Subject: Re: chili dogs and friends To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I shouldn't say anything about this but, why does it have to be that if mobius is earth in the future that in happens 2000 years from now? Maybe some time in the future, we humans do something and destory ourselfs. Whats to say that in a few million years after we die out that animals don't learn to speak and evolve just like we did? I still beleave that mobius is on another planet somewhere and who know, maybe they are watching us. But the fact remains that we are think and weighting everything based on ourselfs and thats not right. Humans have always done this. We think dinosaurs where dumb but dumb compaird to what, us? In that case yes, every other living thing on earth is dumb. But what do I know. Anyway, lets get back on track. Craig / Tails "Is it me, or is it my imagination?" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 3 10:04:58 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA15739 for sonic-ll; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 10:04:26 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA15734 for ; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 10:04:22 -0500 Received: from usr2.primenet.com (root@usr2.primenet.com [198.68.32.12]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with ESMTP id IAA21290 for ; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 08:08:34 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr2.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.5) id IAA01359; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 08:08:33 -0700 Date: Fri, 3 Mar 1995 08:08:32 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: STH: The Power of Love Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Alright all you Rotor+Bunnie unbelievers, here it is, my next masterpiece, "The Power of Love" In this "romance of the century" we watch as Bunnie and Rotor get together for the first time. To see the story, skip my signature and start reading! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" "How many can you afford?" --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lightbulb jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Sonic the Hedgehog: The Power of Love by David Pistone co-authored by Morgan Ingersoll David Pistone will accept questions and comments about this work at the following addresses: rotor@primenet.com bookshire@aol.com 67116@ef.gc.maricopa.edu based on characters created by Service and Games(SEGA) Inc., and on characters created by Archie Comic Publications Inc. This work is protected under copyright law. The primary author grants his permission for free, unaltered distribution of this work. Any other use is prohibited. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I would like to take this opportunity to thank Morgan for his assistance is writing one of the scenes in this story. Its appreciated. The cold chill of Winter was slowly passing and being replaced by the damp warmth of Spring. All throughout the Great Forest, signs of the season could be seen everywhere. In the heart of the forest, at Knothole Village, the freedom fighters welcomed t he Spring after a harsh, cold winter. Now that the winter was over, activity would increase. One of the activities being engaged in on this particular day, was the testing of one of Rotor's new inventions. A line of targets had been set up and were waiting. Without warning, a metallic fist shot through one of them with amazing force. Twenty-five yards away, Rotor watched and took notes as Bunnie used her extendable left arm to destroy each target in turn. "How's it feel?" asked Rotor as Bunnie pulled her robotic arm back to its normal length. "Smooth as glass, sugar," said Bunnie, smiling. "Great," replied Rotor "There's just one more thing. May I?" Rotor gestured to Bunnie's arm which she lifted to him. Rotor opened a side panel and did some more tinkering. As he worked, Bunnie felt something click inside her arm. "Oh, what was that?" she asked. "Just a locking system," replied Rotor "We wouldn't want you driving that fist into anything by accident would we." "No we wouldn't," Bunnie agreed. "Now that we finally perfected this, you'll be able to bulls-eye Swat-bots right between the eyes at twenty-five yards," said Rotor. Bunnie grinned. "I'd rather bulls-eye Robotnik, but I get your point," Bunnie responded. "I know what you mean," Rotor said, chuckling briefly. There was a moment of silence between the two. Rotor hated moments like this when words escaped him. He looked into Bunnie's eyes as he fought for his voice. There was something welling up in his heart that he wanted to say, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. He shook the thought from his mind as he found his voice. "Well, I guess that just about does it," he said hastily, gathering up his notes "If you have any problems with it let me know." Bunnie looked at him consideringly for a moment. "Alright, sugar," she replied "you can count on it." As she walked back to her hut, Bunnie thought about what had happened. She had seen the look of uncertainty on Rotor's face. She saw the nervousness in his eyes. She often wondered what it was that made Rotor seem so uncertain of himself. Even more t han that, she wondered why her heart was always racing during those times when Rotor struggled for words. It was as if, during moments like that, she would kill just to find out what he really wanted to say. Later that night, after Bunnie crawled into bed, she lay awake for several minutes thinking about Rotor. She thought of how good he was at the things he does, and about how he seemed to want to devote so much time to her. As she fell asleep that night, Rotor was the last thought on her mind. Bunnie fell out of bed and lay stunned for a minute, not quite awake yet. When she did come fully conscious, she found to her dismay that her right leg was paralyzed. "Oh my stars," Bunnie gasped, her heart skipping a beat. "Oh no! What will I do?" Not letting herself get worked up into hysterics, she steeled herself and grasped the footboard of the bed. Her robotic arm was more that strong enough to pull her body upright. "There, Bunniegirl!" she said to herself, "No reason to worry none. All you got to do now is to get yourself over to Rotor's. I hope the sugar-rus won't mind me knocking at this time of the night..." It was three in the morning when Rotor sat back from the story he'd been writing. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, then saved his file and shut down his computer. "Got yourself sucked in again," he chuckled to himself as he walked over to the sink for a glass of water. He turned at the knock at the door. Taking the water with him, he went to answer it. "Bunnie!" he said, glad to see her. Then he noticed something was wrong. "I'm so sorry to wake you, darlin'," Bunnie said, shifting her weight. "But I need your help." "Sure," Rotor said, motioning her to enter. "What's wrong?" "My right leg's frozen, sugar," Bunnie said, her courage beginning to crack. "Oh," Rotor gasped, setting down the glass aside on the dresser beside the door. "Come on," he added, helping Bunnie inside. "I'll take care of you." Rotor lifted Bunnie up and sat her on his worktable, which was high enough to let him work on the leg comfortably. He brought over his scanner and his tool box and set up to work. "I'm awfully grateful to you, sugar," Bunnie said, trying to be chipper. But it was clear she was frightened. "Don't worry, Bunnie," Rotor said, pausing to look into her eyes and place an assuring hand on her furry shoulder. "You're gonna be fine." Bunnie smiled, happy the walrus was so understanding. She sat patiently as he worked, admiring his confidence and seeing that he actually enjoyed his work. Soon he was finished. "Don't try to move it yet," he said, putting away his tools. "Give it a few minutes to warm up." "What happened?" Bunnie asked. "Old cable snapped lose, is all," Rotor explained. "Did you fall, or eh, pull a muscle?" he added with a chuckle. "I did fall out of bed!" Bunnie giggled, feeling so relived and happy. Rotor sighed. He loved to hear Bunnie laugh. He loved to hear her talk, period. He moved to speak to her, but words failed him now, and a fear of sounding foolish or forward cooled his amorous drive altogether. Bunnie could see the change in Rotor's face she knew so well. Placing her hand to her heart, she recalled how often Rotor would seem so happy and peaceful, but suddenly go dark and silent. Oh, how it bothered her! "What's wrong, darlin'?! she asked, putting her hand on Rotor's shoulder. "Why so sad all of a sudden?" "Oh, I dunno," Rotor sighed, leaning against the table. He put his hand on Bunnie's hard metallic thigh, appearing to examine it, but his then touch softened and he slipped his hand up to Bunnie's yielding waist. He swallowed as the warmth of the rabbit's body passed into his palm. "What is it, sugar?" Bunnie asked again, her heart quickening at his touch. Rotor took a deep breath and looked straight into Bunnie's eyes. "It's just that I..." he began again, then hesitated. Shaking his head he grunted with frustration. "Yes, darlin'?" Bunnie coaxed him, her eyes soft and receptive. "I like you a whole lot," Rotor finally said. "And I think I love you." "Oh, Rotor," Bunnie sighed. A tear fell from her eye. Rotor shivered and stepped back. "Oh, I'm sorry," he gasped, becoming agitated. "I'm so sorry. I shocked you. I shouldn't have said it. I'm sorry." "No," Bunnie gasped, trying to slip off the table. "No," darlin'! You're all right!" "Don't move!" Rotor warned, pushing his body against hers to prevent the rabbit from hitting the floor and undoing the surgery. "Oh, Rotor," Bunnie said, bringing him closer into an embrace. "You sweet thing!" She choked, trying not to cry. Yet knowing now how Rotor felt about her was overwhelming. "Bunnie," Rotor gasped, afraid of what was happening to them. It was wrong to start it this way, he scolded himself. She's too vulnerable... She can't think... I can't think! He stood helpless for a few moments, holding Bunnie as she cried against his chest. "You needn't be afraid," Bunnie sobbed. "You darlin'...!" "I'm afraid I've upset you," Rotor said, rocking the rabbit gently. "I shouldn't have told you this way. You're tired and scared... It just isn't right..." "I'm not afraid anymore!" Bunnie said, now incredibly happy. "Not when I'm here with you." Rotor drew back from the embrace and bent to examine Bunnie's leg. "Try to move it now." Bunnie found that her leg moved easily. Rotor lifted her up and placed her gently to the floor upon her feet. Bunnie walked around the room a few times. Satisfied that her leg was good as new, she approached Rotor and moved to hold him again. But Rotor held Bunnie back. "I think you'd better go," he said. "Okay," Bunnie said, confused but cooperative. "If you want me to." Rotor walked her to the door but did not open it. He stood for a moment, searching his mind for something else to say that would explain his behavior, but found nothing. He felt terrible. This was not the way he wanted it to happen. At his pause Bunnie took the opportunity to embrace Rotor again and give him a loving kiss on the mouth, not too passionate, but strong enough to let the walrus understand that everything was all right and that the love between them was mutual. "Thanks Rotor," Bunnie said. "Good night." "Good night," Rotor said, opening the door. Bunnie paused on the porch and looked back at Rotor. "Let me know how that leg is, Bunnie," Rotor said. "Of course, sugar," Bunnie said softly. Rotor nodded goodbye and closed the door. Bunnie watched the lights go out in Rotor's hut. Letting out a heavy sigh, she went back to her hut, knowing she would not sleep that night for thinking of her friend. Inside the hut, Rotor climbed into bed and tried to go to sleep. He rolled over and pulled the covers over his head. "You did it all wrong," he scolded himself. "ALL wrong!" In the morning, Rotor sat miserably at his table as he munched on a sweet roll. He didn't think it was possible for him to feel any worse. Last night had been a total disaster as far as he was concerned. He had been waiting for the perfect moment to t ell Bunnie how he felt, and last night wasn't it. However, the truth was out now. Bunnie knew exactly how Rotor felt about her. He wondered briefly if he'd ever be able to look at Bunnie again without feeling guilty about how he had taken advantage of her vulnerability the night before. How would he deal with all that had happened? It was clear that he needed advice, but who to go to? Antoine considered himself to be creation's gift to females, and Bookshire, for all his life experience, had never been in love, at least not to anyone's knowledge. Sonic was the only one left. He was in a deep relationship with Sally, so he seemed to be the perfect person to go to. After he finished breakfast, Rotor went out to find him, hoping he wouldn't run into Bunnie along the way. Bunnie rolled over in bed. As predicted, she had not slept a wink since 3:00 am. Since the moment she got back from seeing Rotor, he was all she could think of. The idea that he loved her was not entirely new to her. There had been several times in t he past when she suspected that that's what it was, but she had never explored the possibility. Now it was all out in the open. Rotor loved her. That's why he wanted to spend time with her and be close to her. It was also why he would suddenly become silent and distant when words failed. The one thing that confused her most was that, after he told her, he seemed to collapse in on himself and regret that he had said anything. When she had wanted to embrace him, he wanted her to leave. As she slipped out of her nightgown and got dressed, she thought of how their relationship had started. From the very first day she was robotizized, he had been there for her. During the times when she was frustrated because she couldn't get her legs t o work properly or the times when she would accidently crush something in her robotic hand, he had been there to pick her up and encourage her to keep trying. She remembered how happy she had been the day she was able to shake Rotor's hand with no fear o f crushing it into a bloody mess. When she finished dressing, she went out to find Sally. She needed advice and she needed it now. As Rotor walked down by the power ring pool, he heard a sonic boom as Sonic raced up. "Hiya, Rote," said Sonic "How are ya'" "Sonic, am I glad to see you, " said Rotor. "What is it?" asked Sonic, somewhat more seriously. "I need advice," replied Rotor "I've got a major problem." "Tell me about it," said Sonic. "Well, it's about Bunnie . . .I'm in love with her, Sonic," he said. "Alright!" exclaimed Sonic "Congratulations!" When Sonic saw Rotor didn't share his excitement, he calmed down. "Last night she came to me because she was having a problem with her leg, "Rotor said "She was scared. After I fixed her leg, I told her how I felt." "So? I don't get what your problem is," said Sonic. "It was the wrong time!" exclaimed Rotor "She was tired and scared and I took advantage of her and her feelings. Now, I've gone and ruined the whole thing." "Well, what makes you think it was the wrong time?" asked Sonic "How did she react when you told her?" "Well . . .she seemed shocked at first, then she started crying. Whether it was from shock or happiness, I'm not sure," replied Rotor. "Look Rote, if she didn't flatly refuse you, I'd say that was a pretty good sign she was happy," said Sonic. "Well, she did kiss me before she left," admitted Rotor. "There you go," said Sonic smiling "That just proves my point. It may not have been the situation you were planning on telling her in, but she doesn't seem to care. The point is she's glad you told her at all." "So, what do I do now?" asked Rotor. "Well," Sonic thought for a moment "Do something romantic for her." "Like what?" asked Rotor. "Well, sometimes Sally and I arrange late-night encounters in the garden. We talk and look at the stars. We sometimes end up in some of the most passionate kissing sessions you ever heard of," said Sonic, chuckling briefly "Obviously, you and Bunnie just started in your relationship so you wouldn't be that deep yet, but I think you see where I'm going with this." "Yeah, I think so," said Rotor "Thanks for the advice." "No prob," said Sonic cheerfully "That's one of the many reasons I'm here. Good luck!" Sonic powered up and raced off into the distance. "He's so uncertain at times, it's almost nerve-racking," Bunnie was saying "Now that he's told me how he feels, he seems even worse." Bunnie and Sally sat in Sally's hut talking about the events of the previous night. "Well, Rotor's a shy person," said Sally "You just need to give him some time to come to terms with his feelings." "The problem is I don't think he intended to tell me under conditions like those," said Bunnie. "Admissions of love are rarely planned out," said Sally "He's probably just in shock by the fact that he told you during a time that he thought was inappropriate." "So, how do I help him come around?" asked Bunnie. "That's very hard to do. Usually its better to wait a while to see if he come out of it by himself," Sally said "Julayla used to say 'Time heals all wounds'. Just be patient. You love him and you know he loves you, all it needs is time." A few days later, Rotor paced back and forth in his hut trying to decide how to get Bunnie to meet him that night. He had decided to set up a romantic encounter in the garden, but setting it up was harder than he thought. With Sonic's help he had managed to gather the appropriate materials, now all he had to do was ask Bunnie to meet him. He wasn't quite ready to go up and ask her directly, he wanted to do it another way. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers as he got an idea. Over in Bunnie's hut, Bunnie sat by the window thinking about the things she and Sally had talked about. Suddenly, she heard a noise over by here front door. Going over to investigate, she found a small piece of paper on the floor that someone must hav e slipped under her door. Unfolding it, she noted the wonderful handwriting style as she read it: My dearest love: My feelings for you run deep and I can't be without you. I would like to ask you to meet me in the garden tonight around Nine o'clock so that we may discuss the feelings we have for one another. Love, Rotor Bunnie almost cried out in joy as she finished reading. He heart sang as she went over to her wardrobe and decided what to wear. Tonight would not be a night she would soon forget. That night as the clock move slowly toward nine, Rotor waited nervously. Next to him on a table he had set up was a CD player with a disc of slow, romantic music in it. As he turned toward the garden entrance, the site that met his eyes took his breath away. Bunnie was standing at the entrance smiling at him. Instead of the normal purple garb she usually wore, she was decked out in a stunning purple dress that was of such beauty that it must have been something she had been saving for a special occasion. "Good evening, Rotor" she said softly as she walked up to him. Rotor's voice caught in his throat for a moment before he found it again. "Good evening," he said "You look real nice, Bunnie." "Thanks," said Bunnie, smiling. Rotor hesitated another moment as he looked deep into her eyes. They were so beautiful, Rotor thought, she was so beautiful. The feeling of love were welling up inside him like never before. "Bunnie," he began "about the other night . . ." "Shhh," Bunnie said soothingly "I understand, sugar. You were nervous and afraid. It's okay." "It's just that I love you so much, I didn't want to hurt you," said Rotor. "You didn't hurt me," said Bunnie "You told me what was in your heart. You let your feelings out into the open. To be honest, I'm glad you did. I love you too, Rotor" Rotor couldn't think of a response to that, but he didn't need to. Bunnie leaned forward and they embraced in a kiss more passionate than the one of a few days ago. They stayed like that for what seemed to be an eternity before pulling back. "Mmm, that was nice," said Bunnie "You ever kiss a girl before?" "No," admitted Rotor. "Well, in that case, I'm impressed," Bunnie said, the smile never leaving her face. As they released, Bunnie glanced over and saw the CD player. "What's that for?" she asked. "I thought that maybe we could . . . well, you know, perhaps we could . . .dance?" he said. "I'd love to," replied Bunnie. Rotor walked over and turned on the music. It was slow and beautiful. Returning to Bunnie, he took her in his arms and they began to dance slowly around the garden. Never for a moment did they take their eyes off each other. They simply gazed lovingly at each other as if in a trance while their legs moved them about in perfect rhythm. Sonic and Sally were walking down the path by the garden when they heard the soft music. Pausing by the garden entrance, they observed the two lovers dancing in the moonlight. Sonic smiled. "Looks like my advice paid off," he whispered to Sally. "How do you know it wasn't my advice that helped," Sally asked. "The hedgehog knows," he whispered boastfully. "Oh really," said Sally "Well, why don't we leave these two alone and discuss the matter in private." "Sounds good to me. Lead the way," replied Sonic. Sonic and Sally quietly slipped away as Rotor and Bunnie continued to dance. As they did, they both realized in their hearts that they would be together forever. They would never leave each other side and they would love each other always. The feeling between them were now too strong to break. They knew they would remember this day for the rest of their lives. A wise person once said: A day needs not a name to be made special, Nor does it need a victorious battle, Nor a brutal slaughter, All it needs is the true love of two people. For Bunnie and Rotor, as they danced the night way under the stars, there was nothing truer than that. THE END From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 3 12:09:36 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA16178 for sonic-ll; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 12:09:32 -0500 Received: from sonic.segaoa.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA16173 for ; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 12:09:21 -0500 Received: from blackhole.segaoa.com by sonic.segaoa.com (5.0/SMI-SVR4) id AA10273; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 09:13:32 +0800 Received: by blackhole.segaoa.com with Microsoft Mail id <2F574E02@blackhole.segaoa.com>; Fri, 03 Mar 95 09:12:34 PST From: "Wallis, Mike" To: Sonic mailing list Subject: Tails.jpeg Date: Fri, 03 Mar 95 09:12:00 PST Message-Id: <2F574E02@blackhole.segaoa.com> Encoding: 15 TEXT X-Mailer: Microsoft Mail V3.0 content-length: 308 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Last night a posted a picture of Tails playing a guitar that I scanned here at work. It is approximately 225x250, scanned at 24-bit. I think it's a pretty cool pict! :) I also uploaded it to the following FTP site: ftp://ftp.mv.com/pub I assume it'll end up in the Sonic directory. Enjoy! -Mike From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 3 12:17:08 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA16265 for sonic-ll; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 12:17:08 -0500 Received: from sonic.segaoa.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA16260 for ; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 12:17:04 -0500 Received: from blackhole.segaoa.com by sonic.segaoa.com (5.0/SMI-SVR4) id AA10316; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 09:21:22 +0800 Received: by blackhole.segaoa.com with Microsoft Mail id <2F574FD8@blackhole.segaoa.com>; Fri, 03 Mar 95 09:20:24 PST From: "Wallis, Mike" To: Sonic mailing list Subject: Tails.jpeg part 2 Date: Fri, 03 Mar 95 09:19:00 PST Message-Id: <2F574FD8@blackhole.segaoa.com> Encoding: 4 TEXT X-Mailer: Microsoft Mail V3.0 content-length: 84 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Oops... That picture of Tails was posted to alt.binaries.pictures.cartoons -Mike From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 3 12:35:24 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA16430 for sonic-ll; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 12:35:23 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA16425 for ; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 12:35:21 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id LAA23274 for ; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 11:29:23 -0600 Received: from slip-2-12.ots.utexas.edu (slip-2-12.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.204.112]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id LAA28053 for ; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 11:28:24 -0600 Message-Id: <199503031728.LAA28053@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Fri, 03 Mar 1995 11:26:31 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: VERY important Q... X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Hi guys! Does everyone out there have software capable of decoding Mime encoded files? My PC Eudora is going nuts, and I can't just cut and past data from a text file as easily as I used to. Please respond ASAP. ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. Most violent curse: "You are evil!" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 3 12:53:07 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA16617 for sonic-ll; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 12:53:06 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA16612 for ; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 12:53:04 -0500 Received: from usr2.primenet.com (root@usr2.primenet.com [198.68.32.12]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with ESMTP id KAA21337 for ; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 10:57:23 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr2.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.5) id KAA09930; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 10:57:22 -0700 Date: Fri, 3 Mar 1995 10:57:21 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: VERY important Q... In-Reply-To: <199503031728.LAA28053@mail.utexas.edu> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Fri, 3 Mar 1995, Shawn Wolski wrote: > Hi guys! > > Does everyone out there have software capable of decoding Mime encoded > files? My PC Eudora is going nuts, and I can't just cut and past data from a > text file as easily as I used to. Please respond ASAP. > Well, I have Pine v3.91 and that reads them alright. I can't speak for anyone else but I have no problems with Mime. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" "How many can you afford?" --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lightbulb jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 3 13:14:11 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA16829 for sonic-ll; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 13:13:55 -0500 Received: from rachael.franken.de by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA16824 for ; Fri, 3 Mar 1995 13:13:50 -0500 Received: from by rachael.franken.de with cbsmtp (Smail3.1.28.1 #13) id m0rkbuT-000oIhC; Fri, 3 Mar 95 19:17 MET Received: from deco.franken.de by hub-n.franken.de with uucp (Smail3.1.28.1 #12) id m0rkb6l-000buMC; Fri, 3 Mar 95 18:25 MET Received: by deco.franken.de (CrossPoint v3.02); 03 Mar 1995 18:26:25 +0100 Date: 03 Mar 1995 18:25:00 +0100 From: sanasi@deco.franken.de (Alessandro Sanasi) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Message-ID: <5hAPhFKPzxB@deco.franken.de> Subject: New FurToonia X-Mailer: XP v3.02 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Hello... For all those who want to play FurToonia, and visit a virtual Knothole there, please note that the whole game has been moved. Now it's at 198.211.131.13 port 9999. Have a nice play... Alessandro --- You get what anyone gets. You get a lifetime. ## CrossPoint v3.02 ## From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 4 02:19:07 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA23111 for sonic-ll; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 02:18:43 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA23106 for ; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 02:18:40 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id BAA02643 for ; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 01:20:04 -0600 Received: from slip-27-12.ots.utexas.edu (slip-27-12.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.112.92]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id BAA11049 for ; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 01:19:03 -0600 Message-Id: <199503040719.BAA11049@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Sat, 04 Mar 1995 01:17:08 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: Words from "TTS" Author X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Greetings to all fellow Sonic Hedgehog fans! "The Temporal Syndrome": Part 2 is now available for your reading and downloading enjoyment. I'm working on Part 3 (the final entry), and hopefully that won't take so long to hammer out. I had to split this part of the story in two [(1/2) and (2/2)], since Windows 3.11 apparently can't handle cutting and pasting data beyond a certain size as far as text files are concerned. Since I didn't get a very favorable responce rate from my post (the question of whether people had Mime decoding capability or not), this seemed like the only other logical choice. CU for Part 3, ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. Most violent curse: "You are evil!" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 4 02:22:09 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA23146 for sonic-ll; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 02:22:09 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA23141 for ; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 02:22:07 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id BAA02810 for ; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 01:23:12 -0600 Received: from slip-27-12.ots.utexas.edu (slip-27-12.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.112.92]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id BAA11122 for ; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 01:20:14 -0600 Message-Id: <199503040720.BAA11122@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Sat, 04 Mar 1995 01:18:19 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: "TTS": Part 2 (1/2) X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Sonic the Hedgehog "The Temporal Syndrome": Part 2 by Shawn Wolski The author will accept questions and comments via E-mail at the following address: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Sonic the Hedgehog and other associated characters are based on the creations of Service and Games (Sega), Archie Comic Publications, and the Sonic the Hedgehog cartoons (Saturday morning issue) created by DIC and Sega of America. Bookshire Draftwood and Cmdr. Packbell are the exclusive creations of David Pistone (rotor@primenet.com). This work is protected under various copyright laws. The author grants his permission for free distribution, under the premise that the work retains its original format. No other utilization of the following work, monetary or otherwise, is permitted. Trials of time... Five-hundred million years later, the automatic probe remained as the only surviving evidence that the Cassandrans ever existed. Ironically, the very act of the probe (however accidental) saving itself from doom destroyed an entire race. If the probe had even a vestige of emotion for what its act had done, it might consider itself lucky. In a span of time that organic lifeforms have great difficulty in comprehending, the probe had left its home system and arrived at another place, far from the planet of lifeforms that wished to destroy it and its lethal cargo. The probe had, in its own way, accomplished a great deal, even if only for the sake of survival. However, survival didn't come without a cost. Over time, major systems that insured the proper operation and integrity of the probe were disabled by decay or damage from the primal span of space. After about two years in warp space, the probe's navigational shield generator lost the power connection to the shield array. What started at that point (and continued through the operational lifespan of the probe) was an incessant barrage orchestrated on the probe by the universe. The once pristine metaliceramic case became pitted by the bombardment of hydrogen ions, dust, and other interstellar material. The probe's computer decreased the probe's velocity to sublight (.05 c), but the pelting continued. The probe suffered other attacks besides dust. About 250 million years into its journey to nowhere in particular, the probe came a little too close to a supernova. The shockwave didn't rupture the hull, but it did commit severe damage to the aft sensor array. The probe engaged warp drive to escape from the anticipated carnage that would ensue, but not without becoming partially blind first. Unknown to the probe, engaging warp drive at this point would cause more damage than the supernova itself would. For the probe was still in the proximity of the leading energy wave, and a warp engagement here under any circumstances was hazardous. The lead energy wave intensified over the warp nacelles, to the point of rupturing the field control inductors. Plasma from the damaged nacelles funneled back toward the matter/antimatter reactant core, then back to the nacelles. Energy cycled back and forth through the plasma/energy transfer system. The result: an short-lived isostatic energy state. The probe shot away from the exploding star with a newfound speed, staying in warp space for about two days. Resulting damage: loss of maneuvering thrusters, moderate damage to the computer core, and warp power conduit coolant loss to space. After the probe's computers managed to regain control of the probe, the warp core and all associated hardware were jettisoned to prevent any unexpected warp engagement, leaving the probe with an ion drive as its sole means of propulsion and power. The probe was safe, but not for very long. Five million years ago, the probe lost its forward sensor array and the ion drive. It drifted through space, blind and powerless. The probe became the playtoy of gravitational forces that eventually aimed it toward an unassuming star system in an unknown region of space. The probe entered the system, being tossed about repeatedly by the planets. The probe apparently thought that it should take out its frustrations on the unseen offenders. On the next gravitational pull, the probe twisted so that it would be parallel to the enemy. The probe fell straight into the gravitational field, but this would be the last one to torment it. * * * Present day, 0600 hours at Robotropolis... Robotnik was on his command chair, facing away from the main video/data display system in the Command & Control Center. He scanned over the data displayed on a data screen on an armrest of his chair. It was data of a sort he wasn't particularly fond of. Apparently Sonic had managed to narrowly escape yet again from a well-laid trap, and Robotnik found out why. SWATBot reinforcements were not of sufficient amount in Sector 21B, probably due to a misallocation in the SWATBot distribution. What angered Robotnik even more was the fact that Sector 21B was (emphasis on was) the area where the Advanced Technology R&D Laboratory had been. The facility had been the mainstay of Robotnik's war against the Mobius Freedom Fighters, churning out more powerful laser emitters and generators, more efficient engines for the Hover Units, new chemicals, and other methods of dealing with the troublesome upstarts. Now that facility was no more, and Robotnik felt a little more vulnerable to whatever cruel desires that the Freedom Fighters had. Feeling vulnerable wasn't an appropriate mindset for the Conqueror of Mobius. He drove that point home by thrusting his roboticised arm down on the data display, hard. Unfortunately, the device wasn't constructed to withstand such treatment. The screen shattered, expelling electronic circuitry all over the floor. Amazed for an instant, the irony of the situation revealed itself to Robotnik. He didn't need Sonic and his subordinates to destroy what technology he and Snively were able to create and utilize. He could destroy it all himself, and do a much better job of it as well. What was merely an embarrassing emotional outburst, even if only to himself, only made the situation worse. There was one less useful video display in the room, testimony to the futility of both the situation and the animalistic response. He sat in his command chair with a scowl that even he didn't know he make until now. Robotnik wasn't the only person present to hear the cacophony of hardware stressed beyond its designed physical limits. Snively was monitoring the power outputs from the main hydroelectric plants when Robotnik temporarily lost his normally calm, dark composure. Snively stiffened with primal fear, as if there would be another blow struck in the near future, meant for him. Slowly regaining his courage, Snively redirected his eyes from the main command computer to his natural eye level, and slowly rotated his body around to a point where he could see the back of Robotnik's command chair. Sweeping his eyes over the floor around the chair, he noticed the end product of Robotnik's brief display of emotional chaos. Another small vidscreen recycled, and for the fifth time this week. If the Hedgehog retained his record of successful attacks on them, pretty soon Robotnik would start ripping Robotropolis apart in anger, transistor by transistor, and wire by wire. Snively didn't know whether to speak at this point or not, and then decided it wouldn't make a difference anyway. Robotnik amazed himself for the third time that day when his scowl became even sharper by the sound of Snively's voice. "Sir?" Snively ventured forth onto unknown territory, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. What happened next was totally unexpected. Robotnik pressed a key on the left chair command panel to rotate the chair around to face Snively. He slowly rose out of the chair, paced over to Snively's position, and grabbed him by the collar. Robotnik gave Snively a very hard, irritated stare about six inches from his face. "Yes, Mr. Snively?" Robotnik gave him a rather dangerous invitation. Snively could only reply with a nervous laugh and started fingering his shirt collar. Robotnik responded by darkening his stare even further, and said with the model of an impatient ruler, "Well, Snively?" He nearly shrieked on that statement. Any courage that Snively ever had vanished at that point. He could only give Robotnik a stare, the pathetic stare similar to a person that was about to be roboticised. Robotnik gave Snively a cringe of dismissal, drew the arm that he was holding Snively with back, and threw him at the wall. The resounding impact of flesh on metal, plus seeing Snively knocked out cold, calmed Robotnik down a degree. A very small degree. It seemed that nothing would be accomplished today at this rate. The loss of the R&D facility, plus the success of Sonic for bypassing security via a gap that never should have existed around a very sensitive military area, were not encouraging. The situation was about to change. Robotnik heard the sound of three robots walking in cadence, two metallic, one not. The three robots walked into the C&C with what sounded almost like a determined candor. The two SWATBots stopped, and moved into their guard positions by the doorway. The other robot, actually an android, continued to step forward. The android then scanned over the room with all the sensors available to it, looking over the decimated vidscreen and Snively lying on the floor in a rather uncomfortable position. Taking stock of the situation, it decided to keep a respectable distance from Robotnik. You never know when you might be the next advanced artificial construct to visit Dr. Robotnik, but never go out again in functional condition. Seeing his pride and joy, Cmdr. Packbell, Robotnik's anger simmered down to nothing nearly immediately. "Yes, Packbell," said Robotnik in a voice that would redeem a criminal, "what news do you have to report?" "Sir," said Packbell in a calm monotone, to prevent the former anger from erupting on him, "I have news of a spacecraft that fell from space at about 0400 hours. I was on patrol with the Delta SWAT Team looking for the Wolf Pack Freedom Fighters during that time." "Are you certain that it was from space, and not just one of our spy satellites?" Robotnik questioned. "Yes, sir. The mass, volume, and general configuration do not match any of our surveillance or other equipment. It also does not match anything that we know that Knothole or any other Freedom Fighter group has. It is more than likely from another planet." Packbell tried to parse the information out as completely as possible, still not completely convinced that Robotnik was in a benign mood. Robotnik's interest was piqued. "Where is this spacecraft now?" "About 200.7 kilometers south of here, located in Granite Wastes of the Great Unknown, sir. We have also found something in it that you might find particularly interesting." "Is that so? Show me the reconnaissance tapes." Robotnik was very interested now. Packbell strolled over to the main computer, and pressed the appropriate controls to call up the requested video data. A second later, a still-graphic appeared with the piece of equipment that Packbell anticipated might be of importance to Robotnik. Robotnik's eyes went wide when he looked over the device. From the looks of it, it could very well turn the tide of the war toward Robotnik's favor. If there was any doubt in Packbell's mind that Robotnik's day was about to be a good one, all of it disappeared. "Very well," Robotnik said, all interest still focused on the image, "inform the surveillance team that I want that weapon back here immediately, as well as any information they can find about its operation." A slight pause from Packbell. Nearly insignificant, but enough to speak of trouble. "Well, Packbell? Are there any problems with those orders?" Robotnik's anger slowly reemerged, taking a new target in its sights. It was Packbell's turn to begin worrying about his future welfare. One look at Snively reconfirmed just how far Robotnik would tolerate such insubordination. Packbell searched through his positronic matrix to find any flaws that might have caused him to withhold the information, possibly a connection that may have decayed over time due to lack of use. A small feeling of horror built up in Packbell, after completing a full diagnostic, and finding nothing. One of the many other things to attribute to his reaction by what limited emotional level he had; not by an electronic failure. He managed to regain his composure in time to save his circuitry from the robot recycler. "Yes, sir. There is a matter of difficulty involved in executing those commands. In order to return the weapon and the required operational data to Robotropolis, there is a matter of being able to do the requested operations in the first place." "How is that so?" Robotnik's dark stare and gravely voice slowly intensified, a sign that Packbell had not yet been reprieved from uncertain physical damage. "The craft has many occurrences of hieroglyphics, for lack of a better term, on the computers and the weapon's protective housing. I projected that they would have the required information as to how the weapon's housing would be opened, and the same may be true for the data download procedure." A pause, as if to consider what else needed to be said, and then he continued. "I instructed the SWATBots to attempt a brute-force method of obtaining both; however, the results were not successful. In short, a language translator is required to aid in opening the protective housing and downloading the data." Robotnik calmed down, but not completely. A hint of a dangerous red glow from Robotnik's eyes still glared in Packbell's face. "Do you mean to tell me that you don't have the facilities to get a translation?" "No, Dr. Robotnik. I have no such program available to me, and I could not download it from any data site from our position. That is why I returned without the weapon and the data. I required something or someone that could alleviate the problem of translation." Packbell managed to retain his composure, even though he knew that he was standing near what could very well turn into a mental version of an unstable nuclear reactor slowly building toward meltdown condition. Surprisingly, Robotnik disengaged his stare, thought over the change in the situation, and started his scheming mode. He paced the floor for a few minutes, Packbell remained in his position by the main computer. "Very well, then," Robotnik finally said. "Inform the service crews that I want my personal Hover Unit ready in the next five minutes. You and I will join the reconnaissance group." As if suddenly remembering something, Packbell stuttered, "What about......" He pointed in Snively's general direction. Snively, for the moment, was still on vacation. "Never mind him. He can catch up with us after he wakes up. Now, Packbell my boy, let's see about that weapon." Five minutes later, Robotnik and Packbell were cruising toward the eastern outpost for the linguistics program archive, certain that Snively would not take part in the mission anytime soon. However, there was someone unnoticed in the air ducts that saw and missed nothing. Charles Hedgehog ran back down the air ducts, toward the location of his covert operations base. 0620 hours, in the Great Plains... The sun was just barely above the horizon, its light creating an array of complex and beautiful patterns of colors across the sky. To any observer, it would be so distracting that they would forget that Mobius ever was at war with Robotnik, and that their day to be alive as an organic lifeform would be their last. Compared to the overly-familiar background of the somber and depressing pollution cloud that wrapped over Robotropolis like a Terran boa constrictor, this scene was heaven. The air was pure with the smell of clean air; not the choking, lethal atmosphere that Robotnik called his home. Yes, a spectator would almost forget everything that took place in the past eleven years. Almost. From this particular vantage point, located somewhere in the Great Plains, the observer could see Robotropolis' microcosm, a reminder of reality. The atmosphere had a reality of its own: a benign and malignant side. There were areas where they alone were present and the dominant form, and others where they intermixed, as if even Mobius' biosphere was fighting a war of it's own to keep the evil clouds at bay. It wasn't entirely clear as to what side had the advantage and would eventually become victorious, so it seemed to be a stalemate. So far. The significance of the atmospheric battle that had been going on for about eleven years had not been lost on Princess Sally. She had trouble sleeping the past night, due to the work involved with being the first defense front against Robotnik. So she decided to suspend the war, at least in her mind, for a little while so she could relax. Belatedly realizing the error in choosing this location to view the sunrise only made her mood worse. For that battle between the two areas of Mobius' biosphere had a symbolic connection to what the current situation with the war against Robotnik was. There was no win or lose; there was only an isostatic balance between the offensive acts of the armies. 'We give what seems to be the final blow to Robotnik's plans, and he's able to turn around and do the same to us!' Sally screamed with near-despair in her mind. 'No matter what we do, both sides end up equal. Only while Robotnik loses SWATBots, we lose good-hearted people!' Sally considered the situation, almost thought it futile. 'No! I-we can't let that come between us and the safety of Mobius, as well as our families. We will stop Robotnik some day in the future!' At this point, Sally started crying. The tears and the intent, however, were of brazen determination; not sadness. Amazing how the war had progressed on for so long, and yet people still had the tenacity to face it with the same drive they had so many years ago. One point in the Freedom Fighters' favor. She looked up at the sky again, and saw an imaginary blue speck. She rubbed her eyes to remove it from her field of vision. The speck remained visible, and it was moving at a high velocity toward the east. Fearing the worst, Sally reached into her backpack and pulled out an IR/binocular unit. She saw that her suspicions were correct. It was difficult to know what operation was underway, but it's generally a sign of trouble for the Freedom Fighters when Robotnik is personally going to an area to inspect the process of his schemes. She turned to run back to Knothole. When she was near the Great Plains/Great Forest border, she heard the trilling hoot of the messenger bird. It was high above, and apparently did not see her. Sally cupped a fist around her mouth and called to the bird. He responded by swooping down, and executing an expertly-placed landing on Sally's outstretched arm. She the top off the cylindrical container and pulled out a paper with a message inscribed on it. It read: NEW SITUATION DEVELOPING: ROBOTNIK HAS THE LOCATION OF AN ALIEN PROBE THAT HAS CRASH-LANDED IN THE GREAT UNKNOWN. CONTAINS WEAPON OF UNKNOWN TYPE. SEND A TEAM TO THESE COORDINATES TO INVESTIGATE: 20N 30W Included with the message was a small data disk. She took a quick look over the video data, and considered the potential of what this craft had to offer. Needless to say, it did not bode well. Sally quickened her pace to twice as fast as before, given the severity of the events that might unfold if actions were not taken to prevent whatever Robotnik had in mind. * * * Immediately after returning to Knothole, Sally assembled a small investigatory team for the mission at her hut. It consisted of: Sonic as field commander, Dulcy as transporter, and herself as computer expert. Sally had called Bookshire in to assist with making modifications to Nicole, in the hopes that Nicole would be able to translate the alien language seen on many of the craft's computers and other hardware. This turned into an extensive technical conversation that Sonic was not privy to the finer details of. This went on for about 20 minutes, and then he couldn't withstand the technical jargon that seemed to permeate the hut. He made his level of technical knowledge abundantly clear to the rest of the investigatory party. "Now wait a Sonic Second!" the hedgehog interrupted, a testimony to frustration. "If you do what, you'll be able to do who?! What on Mobius is that?!" He threw his arms up in a gesture of surrender. Sally was about to give Sonic a message of her own on no uncertain terms in frustration herself, but Bookshire saved them both from engaging in a battle of wits which there would be no definable successor. Speaking very patiently to Sonic, while giving Sally a look that convinced her to refrain from dictating any ascorbic comments, he said, "What we're trying to do is this, Sonic," A pause, and then he continued. "If we can interconnect Nicole's language system, that is, the knowledge of the languages that she already can translate, to the new dynamic predictive logic circuit that I installed, we might have a better chance of having Nicole translating the alien's language." Sonic gave Bookshire a look that explained that he wasn't exactly impressed, but he got the message. "Well, OK," he finally said. "But what about all that other stuff that you were saying about putting in Nicole?" Bookshire spoke again as the emotional mediator. "Those other circuits are for her sensor array. There's no telling what Robotnik found out there, and I had a few new circuits I wanted to test out." Apparently satisfied by the explanations, Sonic walked over to a chair and sat down with his hands on his forehead, muttering to himself in a voice so low that noone could comprehend what was happening in his unique hedgehog mind. Dulcy looked on the entire confrontation of techspeak versus the not-so-inclined hedgehog with a small degree of amusement. Of course, she had about as much understanding of the situation as Sonic, but she was content to wait and try to sort out everything when she could get a better understanding of technology in general. Right now, there was no hope of getting an introductory course in computer science, so she, like Sonic, had to consign herself to being lost in the technobabble. The only distinction was that Dulcy had considerably more patience, something that made a difference, even if it was only Sally's nerves that were at stake. The technical conversation resumed, and continued for about five minutes. Satisfied with the upgrades to Nicole, Sally secured Nicole's case together. "OK team", she said, observing her comrades, "this is what we need to do." What ensued after that point was another technical conversation, but it was one of tactical nature, something that Sonic readily understood without question. * * * After all the talk and preparation, the investigation force was ready to depart for the crash site at about 0900 hours. Bookshire stood by Dulcy, explaining to Sally one final time how to operate the new hardware installed in Nicole. Sonic, as usual, looked around with the air of someone lost in a very boring conversation; Dulcy just grinned, equally clueless but not inclined to make the matter a public issue. "Now remember, Sally," Bookshire was admonishing, "try to prevent any excessive motion with Nicole. It would skew the alignment on the circuits. But if anything does happen, press this key to reset the circuits. It should reinitialize them and correct the problem." "All right, Bookshire," said Sally. "Thanks for helping me with the upgrades." "No problem at all, Sally. Anything to help out a friend in need of technical assistance. Ever since Rotor caught that flu, I've been filling in for him in the past few days." He paused to think, and then began speaking in a more severe tone. "But you kids have something more important to to than listen me babble off. Get going to that crash site!" Bookshire then paced away as fast as his injured leg would permit. The three friends watched him in mutual amazement. Suddenly remembering what task they had prepared for, Sally spoke for the three of them. "He's right, you know. Dulcy, you heard the man. Let's go!" Sally said decisively. "Crack-the-whip time, Sally. Hang on!" Dulcy warned. There was a flutter of wings against air, a feeling of levitation, and suddenly, a strong propulsive force directed upward as Dulcy snapped her tail. A few seconds later, they were one with the midmorning sky, heading toward uncertain danger. * * * ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. Most violent curse: "You are evil!" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 4 02:24:43 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA23169 for sonic-ll; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 02:24:42 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA23164 for ; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 02:24:40 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id BAA02949 for ; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 01:26:39 -0600 Received: from slip-27-12.ots.utexas.edu (slip-27-12.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.112.92]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id BAA11344 for ; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 01:23:27 -0600 Message-Id: <199503040723.BAA11344@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Sat, 04 Mar 1995 01:21:32 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: "TTS": Part 2 (2/2) X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: (Continued from 1/2) It had been about one hour and 45 minutes after Robotnik and Packbell arrived at the probe's crash site at 0800 hours, and Robotnik had still been no closer to understanding what the hieroglyphics meant than what he knew a few hours before. Pacing around the dead probe, he kept his eyes on the WorkerBots and the weapon, with more emphasis on the weapon. The hieroglyphics made no sense whatsoever, and it was becoming more than obvious that the translation program wasn't about to retrieve the linguistics base anytime soon, if ever. It was clear that the device was SOME kind of weapon, but WHAT? He considered the point over and over in his mind, knowing that the time that he spent thinking about the weapon's use gave Sonic and his companions time to learn that something was amuck, and they would come to investigate and/or prevent the process from obtaining completion. He was about to slip into that mood he felt earlier in the day, when he learned that the lab had been destroyed. Today was about to be another one of those days... Apparently Packbell had noticed the general futility of the situation, for he voiced it for both of them. "Dr. Robotnik, it is entirely possible that Sonic may become wise to the situation. We must leave soon before he arrives." Robotnik cringed in disbelief when he heard that, but he knew that Packbell was right. Further waiting on his part would only serve to jeopardize the mission. The only option left was to scrap both the mission and the probe's cargo. Unless... Robotnik considered the unfinished thought further. 'No, pouring over the language program by ourselves won't be enough,' he thought. 'However, maybe we can get the Freedom Fighters to do it for us, and then WE take the weapon! Yes, that's good, very good indeed.' He then made a turn to Packbell. "Packbell, notify the WorkerBots and SWATBots to cancel the retrieval project." Packbell could only stand in his position in front of Robotnik, mouth agape with surprise and possibly mild shock. "Doctor," he said, "are you certain about this?" Robotnik's anger nearly flared, surprised at Packbell's ignorance to the opportunity that leaving the probe would give them. "Yes, Packbell my boy. Leave the probe. This would give us the opportunity for the Freedom Fighters to do the work for us." He managed to keep his anger under control, at least on the outside. Packbell's shocked glare converted to one of elated understanding as the hexadecimal codes in his positronic matrix resolved the procedure of this new tactic. His only response was to radio the message to the other robots present. The robots suddenly stopped working and began converging on their transport units. Robotnik and Packbell followed suit. A few minutes later, there was no sign of Robotnik or anything else native to Mobius in the probe's area. Except for a few stealthy devices that Robotnik left behind to provide a visual link to Robotnik's personal Hover Unit. This precaution was for the arrival of a certain blue hedgehog that Robotnik knew and loved...to roboticise. * * * The midday sun blazed in all its fury down on Dulcy, and she didn't know how much more heat she could withstand. "How much further, Sally?" she questioned, unable to hide the evidence of heat exhaustion from her voice. "I gotta stop for a water break soon. It's hot out here!" Sonic and Sally weren't much better off than Dulcy. Sonic was sweating so much that he felt like the raging one km-high waterfall in Bolder Bay. Sally was feeling a little lightheaded from the extended thermal exposure. One point was clear to all three: find a shaded area and drink copious amounts of water. Sally scanned over the barren landscape for a suitable area with her IR/binocular unit, then pointed the location out to Dulcy. It was a cliff outcrop located in a valley that had enough shade for the three of them, plus some space to stretch out and relax for a while. "Right down there looks fine, Dulcy," said Sally in a tone similar to Dulcy's. "Music to my ears! Going down!" Dulcy said, ecstatic about the prospect of being able to get out of the sun's heat for a while. With strength that she didn't even know she still had, she snapped her tail to accelerate down to the new-found haven. Acceleration which Sonic and Sally weren't exactly prepared for, or even able to tolerate. "Yo, Dulce! Not so fast! I'm gonna hurl if this keeps up!" Sonic exclaimed, his face becoming a blue-gray tint in response to the sudden downward thrust. It was too late for any deceleration to take place. Dulcy was already well into her dive-bomb orientation, about 30 degrees relative to the ground. Two seconds later, she angled her upper body high to facilitate landing, but she did so slightly too fast. With her aerodynamics sufficiently disrupted, she and her friends hung in midair about two meters above the ground. For a painfully long time (it was actually about a second), Dulcy looked over to her companions as if to give an apologetic "Oops", and then dropped like a massive bomb to the hard rock below them. Short screams came from the comrades as the air forcefully discharged them from its stronghold. "Ooohh, I'm home, Ma," Dulcy babbled in mild shock. After shaking the disorienting feeling out of her head, Dulcy took stock of her situation. Her posterior was the ultimate tribute to discomfort, but the pain would pass. She also felt two furry bodies gripping her back with unprecedented strength. Dulcy looked over her shoulder to Sonic and Sally. "Are you two OK?" she inquired, concerned about their facial expressions. Sonic looked as if he was ready to expel his breakfast with extreme prejudice, and Sally wasn't too far behind in completing a similar act herself. After having a detailed view of Dulcy's worried face, they managed to expedite a small degree of control over their digestive systems. "Not if you count my stomach," the two said in unison, with a hint of the resonance forced by the impact still in their voices. Temporarily not in their best condition, but otherwise functional. They slid slowly down Dulcy's back, in order to prevent a relapse of that unpleasant feeling in their abdominal area. Dulcy then assisted them in the short travel to the shade. After an hour of lounging in the shaded refuge and having liberal amounts of water applied both internally and externally, the three were prepared to continue the mission. Now all that remained to be accomplished was to arrive at the intended destination and prevent Robotnik from taking action on whatever plan he had for the innovative wartoy. The only problem was: where was the probe relative to their location? "Nicole," Sally commanded, "show our location relative to the location of the alien probe." "Unable to comply, Sally," Nicole responded politely, almost apologetically. "The present location is an area that has unusually high concentration of refractory minerals which are preventing any fix of a reliable bearing." Not having the required background in basic geology, Sonic gave a disdainful look to Sally and Nicole, with emphasis on Nicole. He said nothing, for his face revealed all. Nicole didn't understand the expression on the hedgehog's face, but Sally did. "She means, Sonic," Sally explained, "that there are rocks in this valley that are affecting her sensors. We need to get out of this valley to find the probe's location again." "I don't know about that, Sal," Sonic said thoughtfully. "Besides, take a look at that." To emphasize his point, he pointed toward the sky. Little did they realize during their reprieve from the heat, the sky had been turning darker and darker during the time that they spent hiding from the sun. Darkness meant heavy cloud cover. Heavy cloud cover meant rain. And rain in the desert meant floods, for the rain came down in a torrential downpour. With further consideration, they realized that they were in the worst possible area to get away from the sun and a flood. There was a roar in the distance from the south end of the valley. A roar that signified the relentless advance of a solid wall of water. There was no time for words; only actions would serve their purpose here. Sonic and Sally took their positions on Dulcy's back, and gripped her scales with all the strength they had. Dulcy leaped into the air, and shot off like a torpedo with all the might she could manage to give. Two seconds later, the wall of water screamed by them, inundating their resting place that would have become their permanent residence had they not acted hastily. "Well, so much for getting out of there," Dulcy observed. "Can you get a fix on the probe now, Sally?" "Sorry, Dulcy," Sally replied. "Too much interference from the storm. I can't even tell what direction we're going." Nicole's sensors had been enhanced, but Bookshire and Sally didn't account for a scenario of this nature where enhanced (but unshielded) sensors would be at best, only disoriented. The worst case wasn't very appealing, and would require the long and tedious construction of a new computer unit. This was time that they didn't have the luxury to spend. Unless... Sally tried to remember everything that Bookshire had installed in Nicole. EVERYTHING. Then, something in her mind finally connected. "Nicole," she said, "decrease the search radius and buffer the sensor inputs." "Sal, what's that going to do?" Sonic said with familiar confusion. "This should help Nicole get a better chance find the probe again," Sally replied. "Besides, we can't be too far away from the probe that we can't just use a short range sensor scan. It would take a load off the long-range scanners and be much more effective." Apparently content with the parsed data, Sonic said nothing further. The only sounds now were the sounds of the storm, Dulcy's wings, and Nicole making a scan with the reconfigured sensors. A few moments later, an acknowledgment sound came from Nicole. The three friends waited in anticipation for the bearing. Sally read the data display, and translated it for Dulcy. "Dulcy," she said, "turn right and keep going straight. That way is to the probe." "All right, Sally," said the dragon. "Oh, and by the way," Dulcy said jokingly, "does anyone want to stay here? Nice river-front property available; wouldn't want to see it go to waste." Helpless guffaws from all three ensued. Their spirits lifted again, they flew off to attend to some more serious matters. * * * They came to a stop at an area five km away from the probe's crash site, dry and none the worse for wear...so far. Due to the prearranged mission plans, Dulcy would stay behind and monitor from a remote location. Robotnik has been out looking for dragons again recently, and now wasn't exactly a good time for a dragon to be visible to his sensors. He had ways of capturing dragons that weren't exactly pleasant, plus there was a chance that Robotnik had that technology with him. In this case, stealth was the best defense. "Remember, Dulce," Sonic admonished, "you stay here an keep an eye out for Chrome Dome and his pals. If we get into trouble, jam back to Knothole, pronto. Sal and I will take care of things at our end." A pause, and then he continued. "Any questions?" The dragon could only shake her head in the gesture of "no". Dulcy was far too knowledgeable about Freedom Fighter tactics, and the confrontation with Robotnik was always met with the same basis of one of the tactical codes: risk as few people as possible, while still allowing for successful completion of the mission. However, that didn't mean that she was required to like the orders she had been given. Dulcy had a concerned look on her face to that effect. Sonic sensed this sign of dissension, and decided to be diplomatic about it. "Look, Dulcy," the hedgehog said kindly, "I know you want to help us kick old Buttnik's tail. But this is for your protection as well as ours." He thought for a few seconds, tapping his foot, and produced an innovative plan to appeal to Dulcy. His eyes lit up with the glee. "Tell ya what," he continued, "sometime soon I'm probably going after one of Robotnik's wartoys in Robotown. I want you on my lookout team, only this time, you'll be able to do more." Dulcy looked at Sonic in shocked disbelief, but said nothing. Sonic nodded with an honest smile on his face to confirm her suspicions that she hadn't misread his proposal. She thought it over, and decided that it was a fair trade. "Good luck you two," she finally said. "I'll be watching to see that you two kids don't cause any trouble." A few seconds of laughter later, and everyone's nerves had been settled. Dulcy usually was one to look at the brighter side of just about everything, and had more than once made that point apparent, however humorous it was. Then again, it could have been because of the humor that people might see in it. Whatever the reason, Dulcy got the message, and made it clear in her own way that she would stolidly stand by her promise. Satisfied that his message had completed its intended service, Sonic said to Sally, "Come on, Sal! My sneaks are just itching to hit the old road!" "Ready Sonic," was the reply from Sally, analyzing Nicole's diagnostics. "Just had check Nicole's sensors. They're fine." "Cool. So let's get outta here." Sonic picked up Sally, and held her horizontally across his arms. His feet accelerated in place, and his legs soon became a circular blur of motion. "Warp time!" Sonic exclaimed as his velocity rose to critical. There was a sonic boom, and a blue blur where Sonic and Sally had been. A few seconds later, they were nearly halfway to the crashed probe and the mystery weapon it carried. On their way to the probe, Sonic thought he saw something very familiar. He decelerated to a stop to get a more detailed look at what this object was. "What's wrong, Sonic?" Sally inquired, concerned. "I don't get it, Sal," Sonic replied, baffled. "I think I just saw US around here somewhere." "What are you talking about, Sonic?" Sonic had no answer to that question. He quickly scanned over the immediate vicinity with his eyes, and found the familiar objects again. His suspicions were confirmed. "Over there, Sal! Look!" Sonic blurted, pointing out the location behind the exposed old granite intrusion. Sally looked toward the specified area. She was just as shocked by what she saw as Sonic. There was another Sonic and Sally present. The two pairs of Knothole Freedom Fighters stared at each other for an indeterminate amount of time, due to the shock of seeing themselves. The "other" Sonic was the one to break the spell. "Sal, we've seen ourselves! We came back too late!" he yelled, the pinnacle of failure present in his voice. He picked up the "other" Sally and sped off to an area unknown. Sonic and Sally looked at each other, mouths completely open with shock again after seeing this totally unexpected spectacle take place. Neither knew what to say, until Sonic asked the obvious question about the authenticity of the "other" Sonic and Sally. Sonic was nearly at a loss for words. "Sal," he muttered, as if he didn't trust his mouth to emit coherent speech, "was THAT us?" "It looked like us, but I'm not sure if it was or not," was all that Sally could contribute to their minuscule library of knowledge on the subject. Sonic considered the matter over again in his mind, thought about the possibilities, and decided not to progress any further on the matter. They had more important ways to occupy their time, such as finding out what the hieroglyphs in the probe meant. He made the point clear to Sally. "Well, whether it was or not," he said with a hint of responsibility in his voice, "we have more important things to worry about: Robuttnik and that probe." Sally was still somewhat disoriented, but understood Sonic well enough to voice her opinion as well. "I agree. Let's go!" Sonic's legs became a circular blur of motion again, and his former location exploded in a thunderclap-like sound. In about two seconds, he and Sally were at the crash site. After their arrival, Sonic performed a quick countersurveilance procedure, to insure that Robotnik wouldn't be watching them from a remote location. Finding no evidence of any equipment, Sonic gave Sally the "go ahead" gesture. Sally walked over to a computer terminal and began work on the hieroglyphics with Nicole. Little did they know that Robotnik was watching them, and in a way they hadn't anticipated. The new StealthSurveilance Orbs were performing admirably. Now all Robotnik had to do was watch the audio/video downlink, and take action at the proper time. One hour later, Sonic was becoming restless. Belated thoughts of danger and warnings passed through his mind. This was the time that the "what ifs" started a mental reign of terror. What if Sonic had missed something in his antisurveillance pass? What if Robotnik really was watching them? What if...the thought was too unsettling to finish in the privacy of his own mind. "Uh, Sal," Sonic began, nervously, "are we going to get the results anytime this century?" "I'm no closer to finishing than the last time you asked - five seconds ago," Sally retorted. "I don't even know if this translation program will work, so I'm trying to give Nicole as much data as possible to increase the language base she has to work with. Besides that, I've had to get Nicole to supply partial power to the computers here just to get them to work. It hasn't been easy." Still somewhat nervous, and yet unwilling to interrupt Sally any further, Sonic walked over what remained of the "top" of the probe. He quickly looked over the landscape with his binoculars. He looked out about five km, and saw no sign of anything, organic or otherwise, besides Dulcy. He directed his IR/binocular unit visual sensor toward Dulcy. She waved to him to signal that they were still in her sights; Sonic waved back to acknowledge the signal. Having nothing else to occupy his time besides keeping watch, Sonic didn't know how much more suspense he could take. Fortunately for Sonic, he wouldn't have to wait any longer. Sally had just finished scanning over the last bits of data they could find for the translation program to use. Nicole said the key phrases that both of them had been waiting for: "Transcription complete. Data currently saved to permanent storage. Executing language compiler." The wait after then was minute compared to the transcription phase, but it still irritated Sonic's nerves. "Translation complete. Data prepared for display purposes." "Display data," Sally commanded, relieved that the process was over. The preliminary data that the probe had concerning the point of origin and other location points were visible via the holographic projection. As Sally scrolled the data page down, relief immediately converted to horror. Noticing this sudden change on Sally's face, Sonic jumped down from his guard position to investigate the affair in detail. Sonic looked over to his close friend of eleven years, and queried Sally on the sudden change of situation. "What's up, Sal?" he asked. Sally said nothing. She looked as if she couldn't even trust herself to speak. When this only continued to provoke a concerned response from Sonic, she handed Nicole to Sonic for his personal investigation. Most of the text and other video was nothing more than useless technobabble to him, but he understood enough to see why Sally had become so afraid of being around the probe and its cargo. A similar look spread over his face, and he even began to feel a bit sick at the prospect. "You're telling me, Nicole," Sonic questioned, seeking verification, "that this is a TIME MACHINE?" "In the crudest sense, the device is a time machine. According to the available data, the weapon was used to-" She was hastily interrupted by Sonic. "Yes, yes, I got the picture, Nicole," was the hedgehog's only response to the halting the continuation of the more graphic contributions the general utilization file had. Toying with the space/time continuum was something that gave him a headache, in more ways than one. The Cassandrans had been wise to rid themselves of this weapon; only the probe was supposed to be destroyed in their star system, not to crash-land on an alien planet where it was possible for someone like Robotnik to get his hands on. The survival of the probe had destroyed their planet, so the probe was the final connection to the Cassandrans' existence. A legacy that had to be destroyed before anything detrimental could happen to other planets. It was far too late for Cassandra, but not so for Mobius, if Sonic and Sally acted fast. Finding her courage again, Sally managed to speak. "Sonic, this thing needs to be destroyed." "Gotcha, Sal. So how?" the hedgehog ventured. "Well, first we need to get that protective cover off." To Nicole, she said, "Nicole, access data regarding the unloading procedure." "Searching for required index," Nicole dictated. After a second of scanning over the permanent data storage unit, Nicole found the requested file. "Reading file, Sally." A holographic display appeared about two meters in front of Sally. "All right, Sonic," Sally said, "let's get to work. First locate the code latches along the base." They dove into the procedure, as per instructions translated by Nicole. They were that much closer to destroying the weapon. * * * While the unloading process was going on at the probe's location, Robotnik made the decision to move in. He made a call to his field commander, with a smile of accomplishment on his face. "Packbell! Notify the other Hover Units. We attack NOW!" Packbell acknowledged the message, and relayed it to all the Hover Units. Five seconds later, the fleet screamed toward the probe with all available power. * * * Right before Robotnik's arrival, Sonic and Sally were trying to find the autodestruct key on the time machine. They were unable to commit themselves to any further searching, for Robotnik, Packbell, and the entire Delta SWATBot Group were practically face-to-face with them. Before the two Freedom Fighters could snap out of shock from Robotnik's sudden appearance, they were apprehended by two SWATBots and bound together back-to-back by a security shackle. Sonic and Sally struggled to escape, but the electromagnetic field was too powerful to permit any hope of departure. Robotnik laughed his evil laugh of glee when he saw the two attempt to escape. "It's no use, Hedgehog. Your speed won't get you out of this one very easily." Robotnik was definitely enjoying this. He continued in his best poetic tone to Sally, "And you, Princess. Why do you struggle so? It would only serve to bruise your beautiful body, not to mention leave me with noone to be my consort." Sally cringed visibly and spoke in her best acidic voice, "In your dreams, Doctor! I'll be your consort when you get a life!" "Oh, what a pity. I thought that I might actually be able to trust you two. 'Later', I thought," Robotnik said only in a slightly derisive tone. "Oh, and I almost forgot. Thank you for providing me with the information I need to the Key to Mobius," he said, bowing in his most gracious bow. It was Sonic's turn to add a rebuttal. "Yeah, we'll give you the Key to Mobius, Robuttnik," Sonic replied with a sneer on his face. "We'll shove it down your throat after we use it to lock you up in prison for good!" Slightly, but only slightly, taken aback by Sonic's comment, Robotnik thought over what his next action should be. Stroking his mustache, he quickly thought of another way to deal with the two brash young Freedom Fighters. Finding one, an evil smile crept over his face, making it more than apparent to Sonic and Sally that their fate would not be favorable to their survival. "Very well, then," he finally said to them. "How about we make a deal?" Sally spoke for herself and Sonic. "We don't make deals with criminals, Robotnik." "Wait until you hear the proposal, Princess," he said to Sally. After a thoughtful pause, he continued on. "I challenge you to determine your fate on your own. If you, Hedgehog, are as fast as you believe yourself to be-" An interruption by Sonic. "Faster than you'll ever know, Robotnik." "As I was saying," he continued, unflagged by Sonic's remark, "if you're fast enough to escape from me, I'll make certain that you are allowed to return to Knothole and warn your friends about this weapon. If not, well, let's just say you never will." Mutual shock emanated from Sonic and Sally. It had to be a trap, but what if Sonic was able to dash away from Robotnik's Delta Group and safely return to Knothole. The prospect stung in Sonic's side, since it seemed to me more a question of pride than anything else. This was as Robotnik intended. "Sal, I gotta do it," Sonic whispered to his companion. "Right, Sonic," she answered back. "You know as well as I do that this could be a trick." Sonic resonated his voice to sound suave, and said, "Come on, Sal. I can outrun anything that Robuttnik has. Trust me." "Oh, I hate it when you say that," was her only response. She consented to the challenge, however. "Excellent," said Robotnik in a voice that sounded like the cat that was about to catch the canary. "Now that we are in mutual agreement, I shall let you perform your part of the bargain." To the SWATBots, he ordered, "Set them free." One second later, the EM field disengaged and the metal bar was lifted from the prisoners. Now free of the bonds, Sally quickly jumped into Sonic's arms. The hedgehog accelerated in place for about a second, and then was somewhere else. Robotnik, however, wasn't about to let them escape so easily. He signaled to Packbell to engage the weapon. A yellow beam flashed between the temporal displacement final emitter and Sonic's position. In the distance, Robotnik could hear the screams of the two, possibly the initial effects of the time transport. A few seconds later, they were present no more. TO BE CONTINUED... ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. Most violent curse: "You are evil!" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 4 08:40:52 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA25747 for sonic-ll; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 08:40:21 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA25742 for ; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 08:40:19 -0500 Received: from usr1.primenet.com (root@usr1.primenet.com [198.68.32.11]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with ESMTP id GAA06811 for ; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 06:44:49 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr1.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.5) id GAA19417; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 06:44:48 -0700 Date: Sat, 4 Mar 1995 06:44:47 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Sonic Episodes Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Well, that's it. My two season collection is complete. For those of you who had previously asked me for a set, please re-confirm your request via private E-mail and I will send you the information. To Shawn (publicly this time): great story! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" "How many can you afford?" --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lightbulb jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 4 19:15:01 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00275 for sonic-ll; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 19:14:47 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00270 for ; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 19:14:44 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.10/8.6.10) with SMTP id TAA25539 for ; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 19:19:11 -0500 Received: from crypt.erie.ge.com by engr.erie.ge.com with SMTP; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 19:18:26 -0500 (EST) Received: from csp189.ge.com by crypt.erie.ge.com (5.0/SMI-SVR4) id AA01041; Sat, 4 Mar 1995 19:11:58 -0500 Date: Sat, 4 Mar 1995 19:11:58 -0500 From: bauerle@crypt.erie.ge.com (Ron Bauerle) Message-Id: <9503050011.AA01041@crypt.erie.ge.com> To: drazen@andrews.edu Subject: Re: Sonic FAQ File (weekly) Cc: James.Walt@f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, James.Walt@p4.f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, aa2043@freenet.lorain.oberlin.edu, bauerle@crypt.mv.com, quozl@netcom.com, sonic@sard.mv.net content-length: 5068 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: In article <3j5e97$btu@orion.cc.andrews.edu>, drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) writes: Spoilers ahead: > A. SONIC THE HEDGEHOG EPISODE GUIDE >Doomsday I saw this again today, and thought I'd offer my comments: 1. Did Robotnik want to _control_ the planet, or _destroy_ it with those pods? 2. One scene showed the pods as metal frames which were then dipped in some evil goop, then emerged as fully complete mechanisms. Huh? 3. A little _too_ convenient how the other teams were all captured... 4. When S&S first joined the stones, I was kind of hoping for a "deus ex machina" ending like that of "The Secret of NIMH", but it didn't quite make it (although it was still nice). It ended up reminding me more of the end of "Animalympics" - "I can run forever if we can run together!" 5. So how long will that charge from the stones last, anyway? :^) (And what happened to them?) 6. I _still_ can't believe it's been cancelled :^( > > B. SONIC COMICS DESCRIPTIONS > >[CONTRIBUTIONS WELCOME] OK, here are a couple: #22 [May 1995] "The Return", written by Ken Penders, art by Pat Spaziante & Harvey M. The story opens on S&S MWC (Sonic & Sally, Married With Children), but this turns out to be the (supposedly) alternate Mobius seen in the "In Your Face Special #1". S&S are out with the kids one day when an apparition of Robotnik appears then vanishes. We then cut to a satellite where Robotnik materializes and finds himself facing a video image of a roboticized version of himself: on this Mobius, Robotnik roboticized himself but still lost the "final battle" and uploaded his mind to a satellite he had been constructing. Unfortunately it wasn't complete so all he can do is wait for his sytems to run down. "Our" Robotnik assures him he will "evolve to the next level" (huh?) and gets him to send him back to the "real" Mobius where it turns out Snively has accidentally activated another version of Doomsday where Robotnik would have Mobius destroyed if he ever lost. (Note that in the resulting battle Antoine exclaims "Mon Dieu!" - such language in a children's comic...) Robotnik arrives back just in time to shut down "Operation Wasteland" mainly to keep the robots from destroying the place and leaving him nothing to rule, but he also uses this as a chance to shake up Sonic by noting that Sonic owes his life to Robotnik. At the end both sides realize they're at yet another stalemate and the battle will continue another day... "Tails' Knighttime Story!", written by Angelo Decesare, art by Dave Manak & John Dagastino Tails is grumbling about Sonic's life being "non-stop fun and excitement" while he "mostly stay[s] here and get[s] "baby-sat"". Sally tells him a story with Sonic as a knight and Tails as his page to illustrate the saying "never wish to be someone else until you have fought a battle in his armor", but it doesn't quite work - Tails gets the idea to borrow Sonic's sneakers so he can "really play Sonic". Funny scene in the story Sally tells Tails: "and he watched as Sir Runalot won the hearts of the fairest maidens on Mobius!" - shows Sonic in knight's armor on a moonlit bench holding Sally's hand (dressed in maiden's costume) saying to Tails in page's clothes: "Yo! How about some privacy?" Tails gets an embarrassed grin and replies "Sorry, boss!", with beads of sweat running down his forehead... :^) Princess Sally Mini-series #1 [April 1995] "Deadliest of the Species!", written by Mike Kanterovich & Ken Penders, Art by Art Mawhinney and Rich Koslowski. Opens with a nice spash page summarizing the struggle so far and describes the main characters (get this: "Antoine is renowned for his military skills" - okayyyy...). Next it recaps Sally's meeting Geoffrey St. John (a skunk) in StH #20. Sally & Geoffrey are attacked by SWATbots after destroying the facility and manage to beat them off and exchange some banter in the process (I can't call it friendly, but it's not really sarcastic either). They then head back to the camp where some young trainee-freedom fighters are waiting for Sally. Geoffrey mistakes them for enemies and jumps the pig (Hamlin) but they're separated by Sally. However, this establishes some bad blood between Hamlin and Geoffrey that continues all issue. The team proceeds to its next target (an energy substation) and after battling SWATbots and ORB-bots, manages to destroy it. During the battle Geoffrey saves Hamlin's life, but he still doesn't trust him. And maybe with good reason, since that night, when everybody else is asleep, Geoffrey slips away, activates a teleportal, enters some kind of building and descends into its basement, where he says to a figure sleeping in a glass case: "Soon, m'luv... soon!" The sleeping figure is seen to be Sally??? This issue also contains a some fan art; two pics of Sally & Bunnie (both NBD), and another one of Sally as a dominatrix (by a 13-year-old, no less - sheesh...) I _do_ like the direction the comic's going; if it keeps up, it will be (almost) as good as having the show... RDB From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 5 03:57:46 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id DAA04200 for sonic-ll; Sun, 5 Mar 1995 03:57:30 -0500 Received: from netcom9.netcom.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id DAA04195 for ; Sun, 5 Mar 1995 03:57:27 -0500 Received: by netcom9.netcom.com (8.6.10/Netcom) id BAA20332; Sun, 5 Mar 1995 01:00:56 -0800 From: quozl@netcom.com (D.M. "Quozl" Falk) Message-Id: <199503050900.BAA20332@netcom9.netcom.com> Subject: Re: Sonic FAQ File (weekly) To: bauerle@crypt.erie.ge.com (Ron Bauerle) Date: Sun, 5 Mar 1995 01:00:56 -0800 (PST) Cc: drazen@andrews.edu, James.Walt@f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, James.Walt@p4.f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, aa2043@freenet.lorain.oberlin.edu, bauerle@crypt.netcom.com, quozl@netcom.com, sonic@sard.mv.net In-Reply-To: <9503050011.AA01041@crypt.erie.ge.com> from "Ron Bauerle" at Mar 4, 95 07:11:58 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Length: 2782 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > In article <3j5e97$btu@orion.cc.andrews.edu>, > drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) writes: > > Spoilers ahead: > > > A. SONIC THE HEDGEHOG EPISODE GUIDE > > >Doomsday > > I saw this again today, and thought I'd offer my comments: > > 1. Did Robotnik want to _control_ the planet, or _destroy_ it with > those pods? Madness takes its toll. The answer, however illogical, is both. Control what you can, and destroy that which you can't. > 2. One scene showed the pods as metal frames which were then dipped in > some evil goop, then emerged as fully complete mechanisms. Huh? Biotechnology, or at least, nanites. > 3. A little _too_ convenient how the other teams were all captured... The Redshirt Syndrome strikes again! (cf: Star Trek) > 4. When S&S first joined the stones, I was kind of hoping for a "deus > ex machina" ending like that of "The Secret of NIMH", but it didn't > quite make it (although it was still nice). It ended up reminding me > more of the end of "Animalympics" - "I can run forever if we can run > together!" Nothing quite like the Power of Love... ;) > 5. So how long will that charge from the stones last, anyway? :^) > (And what happened to them?) We'll never know.... (cf #6...) > 6. I _still_ can't believe it's been cancelled :^( This is news to me... :( > > > B. SONIC COMICS DESCRIPTIONS > > >[CONTRIBUTIONS WELCOME] > > OK, here are a couple: > > #22 [May 1995] > > "The Return", written by Ken Penders, art by Pat Spaziante & Harvey M. > > The story opens on S&S MWC (Sonic & Sally, Married With Children), but > this turns out to be the (supposedly) alternate Mobius seen in the "In > Your Face Special #1". S&S are out with the kids one day when an > apparition of Robotnik appears then vanishes. We then cut to a > satellite where Robotnik materializes and finds himself facing a video > image of a roboticized version of himself: on this Mobius, Robotnik > roboticized himself but still lost the "final battle" and uploaded his > mind to a satellite he had been constructing. Unfortunately it wasn't > complete so all he can do is wait for his sytems to run down. [etc.] Reminds me of the DC Alternate Universes, specificly the one where Superman and Lois Lane marry and actually have a daughter- Superlass... (@ early-mid 1970's) [sneeeeeee-ip!] > This issue also contains a some fan art; two pics of Sally & Bunnie > (both NBD), and another one of Sally as a dominatrix (by a 13-year-old, > no less - sheesh...) [someone grins in the background...] > I _do_ like the direction the comic's going; if it keeps up, it will be > (almost) as good as having the show... I wish I'd known about these comics much earlier- I'd be a bit more involved... (Same goes for the show...) ...Quozl! From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 5 13:28:24 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA07993 for sonic-ll; Sun, 5 Mar 1995 13:28:15 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA07988 for ; Sun, 5 Mar 1995 13:28:12 -0500 Received: from usr2.primenet.com (root@usr2.primenet.com [198.68.32.12]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with ESMTP id LAA17855 for ; Sun, 5 Mar 1995 11:32:51 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr2.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.5) id LAA15849; Sun, 5 Mar 1995 11:32:50 -0700 Date: Sun, 5 Mar 1995 11:32:50 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: New story . . . Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Here we have the latest story from my good freind, Holly-B Kraft on AOL. This story, "Vixen in the Labyrinth", is an interesting adventure in Robotropolis that does have some very moving parts depending on what frame of mind you're in. Anyway, the story follows my sig. so enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" "How many can you afford?" --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lightbulb jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Sun, 5 Mar 1995 11:25:46 -0700 From: rotor@usr2.primenet.com Subject: /user/r/rotor/mail/vixen.txt I'd like to start out by saying, this story is from before Robotnik was defeated. Plus I'd like to thank CamCoon, who really brightened my day with his response to "Bunnie's Bad Day", Bookshire, who happens to be the best storyteller around, and I'd also like to say to a certain "Nefaria" that I would love it if he sent me more pictures. Clean ones that is. On wit da storwee... __________________________________________________________ "VIXEN IN THE LABYRINTH" by Holly-Beth Vixie Kraft (my real name) It was a typical Knothole day. Tails was outside playing with Sonic. Sally and Bunnie were talking and figuring out things on Nicole. Rotor stood in his workshop, and Dulcy was asleep. Antoine happened to be on lookout that day, and he was getting very t ired. To no one in particular, he spoke. "Sacre bleu cheese! Zees es soooooo boreeng...Ah I know! Oui Oui, yes I will take a break for zome loonsh. Zat weel get me goeeng!" Antoine smiled and walked over to the edge of the lookout post to reach his sandwich. Unfortunately, there was a loose board, and Antoine, being himself, tripped over it, making him squash face first into his calamari dish. Sonic and Tails had happened to be looking at Antoine when he fell, and they were rolling on the forest floor, laughing. As soon as they had calmed down, they ran up the ladder to help him. "Why Ant, why I think squid makes a statement for you!" Sonic sneered. Tails fell down again and laughed. "I am not thinkeeng zees was funny! Stop laughing!" Antoine said with malice as he picked off his lunch. "Chill Ant, I just came to tell you that your shift is over, you can go back to Knothole." Sonic smiled. "Hmph...I knew this! You cannot knit wool over mah eyes!" Antoine said matter-of-factly. "Good, then go! Dulcy takes over from here!" Sonic then whistled for Dulcy. It never failed to bring her attention. Hearing it, she got up and flew to the lookout. "Hi Sonic! Hi Tails! Hi...uh..Tony." paused Dulcy, "Um, Antoine, if you don't mind me asking, what happened to you?" "He was attacked by a killer squid!" giggled Tails. Sonic laughed. "C'mon Tails, let's go see what your ol' Aunt Sal is doing with Bunnie." "Okay Sonic! Bye Dulcy!" barked Tails, as he climbed down the tree. Antoine was close behind him as he and Sonic left. "Hey, Sal. What's cookin?" said Sonic as he and Tails walked into the hut. "Hi Sonic, we're just working on a plan to sabotage one of power plants in Robotropolis." replied Sally. "Plus we're workin' with Nicole here to find out why I've been sleep-walking!" added Bunnie. "Sleep-walking?" said Tails. "Mm-hm. I keep going over to the Power Ring Pool in the middle of the night, for reasons Sally-girl is trying ta find out!" "I'm pretty sure it has to do with a dream you might have had." Sally said to the side of the ongoing conversation. "Anyway, what's the ol' plan?" "Well, there's a cargo shuttle containing fuel and oil that we'll sabotage on the way in. When we overtake the Swat-bots on the inside, we can lead the shuttle into the Doomsday Area." "Way cool plan, Sal. Tails can come, right?" "Sonic, I don't think..." "Good! That's good! You don't think! Okay, so Tails can come with me!" Sonic grinned mischievously. Sally sighed. "So immature..." "Can I, Aunt Sally?" "Sure Tails, but you are going to be careful, right?" "Of course, Aunt Sally!" Tails smiled. "Okay." "Yes! Past cool, big guy! C'mon, let's get ready." Sonic said motioning to his admirer. "Yeah!" "Snively, have you placed that false file about the cargo ship into the Swat-bots?" Dr. Robotnik growled. "Yes sir. The freedom fighters have already downloaded it from a Stealth-bot this morning." "Good, Snively. Very good." "Thank you sir." "Now once I have that rodent in my vicinity, we'll invite him and his little friends on a trip to my labyrinth." "Labyrinth, sir?" questioned Snively. "Oh yes. It's a complex maze I have made especially for that blasted blue burden. Once inside, I will persuade him to find the center of the maze. Of course, I'll tell him I will set him and his friends free when they reach the center, but in the center of my little labyrinth, is really...a Roboticizer!" and with this, the evil Doc laughed. The next day, Sonic and his friends were packing up to go to Robotropolis. It was going to be a tough journey since it had began to rain as they headed off. Sonic took Sally and Bunnie on each of his arms while Tails flew alongside Dulcy, who was carryi ng an extremely petrified Antoine on her back. When they all reached Robotropolis, they began the journey to the power plant. Smog smothered it. Probably because of over usage. Sally checked the coordinates from Nicole with the ones she had stolen. According to Nicole, they were right on target. "C'mon you guys, get inside!" Sally whispered. All the Freedom Fighters continued within, when suddenly a giant monitor came to life before the steel door slammed shut behind them. On the screen was Robotnik. "Welcome, Welcome!" he sneered, "I see you found my little false file in that stealth bot you overtook this morning?" "I knew it Robutthead! You're always a snake." Sonic shouted. "Oh really? Well, I have another surprise for you. I am pairing you up with three other Freedom Fighters, on a trip..through my labyrinth..." "What's the deal Moon-head?" Bunnie cried. "Oh, it's a lovely little maze I designed for all of you. In it, there are traps, tricks, and treachery! If you make it to the center of the labyrinth, I guess I'll be able to set you free. That IS if you can make it to the center." "Don't be so sure about that, Robo-geek. This is one way past cool hedgehog you're talking to. Don't count on us being stopped." Sonic said with certitude. Robotnik chuckled. "We'll see, rodent...we'll see." And with that, the floor dropped out from beneath all the Freedom Fighters, leaving them to a high domed maze. Beside them, were the three other Freedom Fighters Robotnik was talking about. All three were girls. The first, a fox about Tails' age, stood up. "I'm Vixie Lamenta, Freedom Fighter of Northbreeze. This is Zip," she said pointing to a hedgehog about the same age as Sally, "and this is Annie." she finished, motioning to a young hedgehog, who was younger than all of them. "I guess you're our partners through the labyrinth?" said Zip. "I guess so," replied Sally, becoming slightly jealous of Zip. "Well, let's get this thing over with." said Sonic. Vixie walked over to Tails. "Why do you have two?" she asked. "You mean tails? I don't know." "Is that bad?" pondered Vixie. "No. I can fly with them." Tails smiled proudly. "Oh, cool!" she said. Tails was beginning to like Vixie. In fact, her darker red fur was very appealing. Like Bunnie, she had a little tuft of hair between her ears, which made her look at least twelve. "How'd you get caught..uh.." "Tails, call me Tails." "...Tails." "Robotnik tricked us into a mission to destroy a power plant." he paused for a moment, "How did you get caught?" Tails wondered. "Robotnik was getting ready to Roboticize my parents, with Zip and Annie's. He didn't seem to notice us escape, until we got caught in a heat duct." "Why didn't he just Roboticize you three?" wondered Tails. "He said that we would need a little extra punishment for postponing the inevitable. So he shoved us here." the vixen answered. "That's too bad." "Yeah..." The group of Freedom Fighters walked on inside the maze. Tails held Vixie by her hands and lifted her in the air. As the rest of the fighters walked on, Annie tugged on Zip's arm. "Zippy? Are Mama and Daddy gone?" she asked. Zip looked down at her little sister. "Yes." "When will they come back?" she persisted. "Annie, they're not coming back. Robotnik roboticized them." Annie sighed heavily for a six year old hedgehog. Sally and Sonic had watched the whole thing, and Sonic held Sally a little tighter as they walked. Soon they came upon a fork in the maze. One of the forks was lined in red, and the other yellow. "Which way, Sally-girl?" asked Bunnie. "Well," said Sally, taking out Nicole, "Let me try to see which way is safer." Nicole then proceeded to scan the area. "Scan shows sign of heavy bot patrol in the red sector, Sally." droned Nicole. "Yellow." blurted Sally. The group moved down the yellow path. Dulcy was beginning to get nervous. Her claustrophobia was even stronger now, since the yellow path was smaller in height. Antoine, as usual, was worse off than Dulcy. Suddenly, Zip heard something. She began to get ready to juice up, just like Sonic, only her feet began to glow. Just then, she darted off ahead of the troupe. She then commenced to blow away Swat-bots with lasers that were attached to the bracelets on her arms. It was at that time, that Tails noticed Vixie had a bracelet too. And he began to fly over the bots, letting Vixie fire from above. Dulcy took on a trio of Stealth-bots by freezing them with her icy breath. Antoine tried his best to use his "king-fu" to stop a particular Swat-bot that had the little squire on it's mind. Ant was losing, so Rotor and Bunnie came in and finished it off. Annie jumped into Sally's arms, full of fear. Sally ran off to the side of the tunnel, where she began to calm the little girl down. Rotor had been pulling out the main wire consoles of the bots he had ambushed, putting the parts in his utility belt. Probably will be helpful later, he thought. Bunnie just began punching the bots out of her way, or kicking them with her powerful robotic legs. At last, the Swat-bot team was finished. Proud of their victory, they cheered. Robotnik, who had been watching all along, began to chuckle subtly. He then brought out his microphone. The Freedom Fighters stopped and stared at a descending monitor. "Very good, my little Freedom Fighters. Did you think that was easy?" Robotnik scoffed. "Piece of cake, Robuttnik!" shouted Vixie. "Oh, is that so, little vixen? We'll see about that." the evil doctor smiled. With that, the monitor withdrew. Instantly, the Freedom Fighters began tumble to the ground from a large tremor that had just begun. After looking behind them, they noticed that the yellow cavern was caving in. "Sonic! We've got to get out of here!" Sally yelled over the rumbling. "Grab on you guys!" said Sonic to Bunnie, Sally, and Antoine. After they did what they were told, Sonic shot down the tunnel. Dulcy was making sure Tails, Vixie, Rotor, and the other two hedgehogs were secured on her back. When everyone was set, she cracked the whip, which sent the six Freedom Fighters screaming through the yellow corridor. It wasn't long before she had caught up with Sonic. "Sonic! I see a light up ahead!" shouted Bunnie. As soon as Sonic heard that, he knew what to do. "Slap me some power, Sal!" he said. Sally proceeded to grab a power ring from Sonic's backpack. She looked over to Dulcy, "Prepare to crack the whip again, Dulcy!" "Got ya Sal!" came her reply. Sally handed the ring to Sonic. After an initial power surge, Sonic shot off, dragon right behind him. When they made it to the light, the tunnel had already begun to gain on them, and was nearly ready to fall on top of them. At last, they emerged from the tunnel. "We made it you guys! We did it!" shouted Vixie. "Ha! No problem." crowed Sonic. Robotnik's great monitor then showed up. "No problem, Sonic Hedgehog? My, what an aspiration we have. Well I've only one more trick up my sleeve, and that, my dear boy, is my worst yet. Are you all set?" Robotnik grumbled. "You bet your gut on it." Sonic grinned readily. "Ah...I'm glad. Farewell, Sonic Hedgehog. You were such a dirty little rodent." Suddenly, the monitor disappeared. Rotor walked up to Sonic. "What do you think he has planned for us next?" "I don't know Rote, but I don't think I'm gonna like it." Sonic confessed. "Lookie!" shouted Annie. Before the party were two more hedgehogs. "Mama?! Papa?!" exclaimed Zip. "What happened?" Annie cried. "DETAIN FREEDOM FIGHTERS, BY ORDER OF ROBOTNIK!" the parents droned. "Oh Tails! I can't believe it..." Vixie said as she began to cry softly. "What?" said Tails as two more Roboticized individuals stepped out into the room. "He's...he's torturing us!" Vixie sobbed. The roboticized individuals were Vixie's parents. "No..." she whispered softly. Vixie the fell into Tails' arms, crying. "Mama, Papa, please, we're only trying to help you!" shouted Zip. Annie was crying. "DETAIN FREEDOM FIGHTERS, BY ORDER OF ROBOTNIK!" they droned. Sally turned to Sonic. "We've got to get them out of here. They'll be lured into his trap!" "Okay, hang on." Sonic replied, putting out his arms for Sally to jump into. He then began to race around the room, diverting the attention of the parents. "HEDGEHOG! PRIORITY ONE! PRIORITY ONE!" they shouted monotonously. Bunnie had already caught on to Sonic's plan, and she rushed to gather up Annie, Vixie, and Zip. After telling them a few things, she ran over to Rotor, girls following behind her. "Rotor, I think there's a door over there! Try an see if y'all can open it. We've gotta get these kids out of here!" "Onto it Bunnie!" said Rotor. Rotor then ran to the door. He noticed a number keypad to open the door, so he searched his utility belt. Finding the wire consoles, he then began to reprogram the door. In less than one minute, the door was open. "Good old sugar!" Bunnie smiled as she gathered her companions and ran into the door. When the only people left were Sonic and Sally, Bunnie then whistled for Sonic to head into the room. As soon as he and Sally arrived inside the room, the door shut behind them. All was dark. "Welcome to the center of my Labyrinth." said a voice, "Now I guess I'll have to set you free." The lights jolted on. "NO!!" Sonic shouted. Standing in front of him were Roboticizers built for each one of the party. Below them, were the names of the Freedom Fighters, engraved in gold. "Game......OVER!" shouted Robotnik, standing next to the one marked "Sonic." Swat-bots then cornered the group and began to take each individual to their roboticizer. The bots had just finished putting in Vixie when suddenly Dulcy began to belch loudly. When she burped, Dulcy emitted smoke and she planned on getting everyone out of there. Robotnik began to yell. "ACTIVATE! ACTIVATE IT YOU TWITS!" he shouted at his bots. Just as the group escaped, Tails watched the Roboticizer beam up. "VIXIE!" he cried. Suddenly, Vixie began to be enveloped in a yellow beam. "No! No! NO!" Tails shouted. Sonic grabbed Tails' arm. "C'mon! We've got to find a way out of here!" "I'm not leaving without..." It was done. "...Vixie." he whispered. Sonic took Tails by the hand and shot off through a wall. The rest followed him. "She's gone! I can't believe she's gone!" sobbed Tails when they arrived at Knothole, "I'll never see her again!" Sonic looked down. "I'm sorry, Tails, but we couldn't have saved her anyway. It was too late!" "It's my fault Tails." said a voice. "Dulcy?" Tails looked up. "It was a stupid plan. I should have gone over it with the rest of you. It's all my fault." she replied softly. "It's okay Dulcy. We had to act for ourselves. I don't blame you for a thing." Tails cried softly. "What's wrong guys?" said a voice from behind them. "VIXIE?!" they all shouted. "It's me!" said the little vixen. "How did you escape? I saw you roboticized!" said Tails frantically. "Back in Northbreeze, I was voted the town's best scientist. I had a spare model of myself in my backpack which I let the Swat-bots think was me. Robotnik Roboticized a robot!" she explained. Tails ran up to Vixie. "I'm just glad you're okay." he said. And with that, he laid a kiss on her cheek. Vixie blushed, then hugged Tails. "I thought I'd never see you again!" said Tails. "I'm right here! Smile! You'll be able to see me as often as you want." "Yeah?" "Of course!" Vixie paused, "Tails, you're the best friend I've ever had. I'm glad I made it out alive. I could have never been able to live without a friendship like ours." "We haven't known each other for very long, Vixie." "Well, still, you've proven to be an asset in my life. In Northbreeze, I had no friends. No one. You've introduced me to friendship, and I think I like it very much." "Well, I'll always be here for you." said Tails. Bunnie took this time to interrupt the two foxes. "Supper time, sweethearts! Y'all don't want to starve, do you?" With a smile Tails ran towards the dining hall. Leaving Vixie behind. "C'mon!" he shouted. "I'll be right there Tails!" said Vixie as she watched everyone leave. Turning around to face Robotropolis, she whispered. "I love you Mama, I love you daddy." THE END From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 5 23:15:28 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA13634 for sonic-ll; Sun, 5 Mar 1995 23:15:13 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA13629 for ; Sun, 5 Mar 1995 23:15:11 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id WAA01520 for ; Sun, 5 Mar 1995 22:20:01 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Sun, 5 Mar 95 22:22 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0UXNC005 Sun, 05 Mar 95 22:01:13 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503052201.0UXNC00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Sun, 05 Mar 95 22:01:13 Subject: Quiet today. To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Geez, it's quiet today. We need to keep things going. So what should we talk about? Craig / Tails "Danger: Low Flying Fox zone" (Everybody duck) From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 5 23:25:34 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA13706 for sonic-ll; Sun, 5 Mar 1995 23:25:33 -0500 Received: from saul2.u.washington.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA13701 for ; Sun, 5 Mar 1995 23:25:31 -0500 Received: by saul2.u.washington.edu (5.65+UW95.02/UW-NDC Revision: 2.32 ) id AA22608; Sun, 5 Mar 95 20:30:20 -0800 X-Sender: lazuli@saul2.u.washington.edu Date: Sun, 5 Mar 1995 20:30:19 -0800 (PST) From: Fred Sloniker To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Quiet today. In-Reply-To: <9503052201.0UXNC00@twty.chi.il.us> Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Sun, 5 Mar 1995 craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us wrote: > Geez, it's quiet today. We need to keep things going. So what should we > talk about? Well, we could theorize about what those glowing red eyes at the end of "The Doomsday Project" were supposed to be attached to. Personally, I'm kinda fond of them being some version of MetalSonic's, if only because he hadn't been seen in the cartoon... ---Fred M. Sloniker, stressed undergrad L. Lazuli R'kamos, FurryMUCKer lazuli@u.washington.edu "Jean-Luc! What on *earth* are you doing to Wesley?" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 6 00:00:09 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA13992 for sonic-ll; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 00:00:08 -0500 Received: from serv0.cae.wisc.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA13987 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 00:00:06 -0500 Received: from hp-18.cae.wisc.edu (firmiss@hp-18.cae.wisc.edu [144.92.4.66]) by serv0.cae.wisc.edu (8.6.10 CAE/8.6.10) with ESMTP id XAA12421 for ; Sun, 5 Mar 1995 23:04:57 -0600 From: James Firmiss Received: (firmiss@localhost) by hp-18.cae.wisc.edu (8.6.10 CAE/8.6.9) id XAA09466 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Sun, 5 Mar 1995 23:05:26 -0600 Message-Id: <199503060505.XAA09466@hp-18.cae.wisc.edu> Subject: Re: Quiet today. To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Sun, 05 Mar 1995 23:05:25 CST In-Reply-To: ; from "Fred Sloniker" at Mar 5, 95 8:30 pm X-Mailer: Elm [revision: 109.14] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > Well, we could theorize about what those glowing red eyes at the end of > "The Doomsday Project" were supposed to be attached to. Personally, I'm > kinda fond of them being some version of MetalSonic's, if only because he > hadn't been seen in the cartoon... > > ---Fred M. Sloniker, stressed undergrad > L. Lazuli R'kamos, FurryMUCKer > lazuli@u.washington.edu > > "Jean-Luc! What on *earth* are you doing to Wesley?" I kinda suspected they were Knuckle's eyes. That's how they kept doing the ads for Sonic 3. Besides... We have't seen him either in the TV show. Is it me or did Snivley curl his eyebrows after coming out of hiding? From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 6 00:24:43 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA14177 for sonic-ll; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 00:24:40 -0500 Received: from acmey.gatech.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA14172 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 00:24:38 -0500 From: gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu Received: (from gt6005a@localhost) by acmey.gatech.edu (8.6.9/8.6.9) id AAA27649 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 00:29:24 -0500 Message-Id: <199503060529.AAA27649@acmey.gatech.edu> Subject: Re: Quiet today. To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Mon, 6 Mar 1995 00:29:24 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: <199503060505.XAA09466@hp-18.cae.wisc.edu> from "James Firmiss" at Mar 5, 95 11:05:25 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] Content-Type: text Content-Length: 2271 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > I kinda suspected they were Knuckle's eyes. That's how they kept doing the > ads for Sonic 3. Besides... We have't seen him either in the TV show. > > Is it me or did Snivley curl his eyebrows after coming out of hiding? > Okay, I'm feeling kinda sat 'bout this, and am prob'ly refusing to accept reality, but has there been any OFFICIAL word as whether or not StH will appear next season? I know some of us have seen various articles and posts saying the worst, but I was just wonderin' if ABC, DiC, or anybody else involved with the program had mentioned anything. Switching subjects (slightly) here, I'm remembering that message that someone forwarded from r.a.a that was by one of the guys involved with the afternoon cartoon. It said that they did the whole she-bang in one year and apparently have not done anything since. Just for debate, I would think that creating a show in such a manner ought to make it better, story-wise. I mean, you start out knowing exactly how many episodes there'll be, so you go about writing the story, start, middle, finish, sorta like one long mini-series. Then, in case you do in fact go back to the studio, you can leave one little exit in the final episode to continue with. I believe this is how the original TMNT syndicated series was written, since there actually were characters that came and went recurringly (assuming you could find a TV station that would play them in order!), but apparently this was not the case for TAoStH. Again, just for debate, I ask the question: What went wrong? Well, you said it was a little quiet! -- *******Robin Hood (Kris Kelley) gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu***************** * fnord-42-froinlaven-cowabunga-the truth is out there-get out-spin dash * * are you pondering what I'm pondering?-welcome to the next level-yars!! * * finish him!-i hope i've shown you how to treat a lady-i'm a character! * ************************************************************************** * "Don't care what people say / Just follow your own way." - Enigma * * "I'm not sure that the world would be ready for 2 of me!" - P. O'Toole * * "Life: Am I taking this too personally?" - me * ************************************************************************** From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 6 00:45:14 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA14340 for sonic-ll; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 00:45:12 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA14335 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 00:45:10 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id XAA03451 for ; Sun, 5 Mar 1995 23:50:02 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Sun, 5 Mar 95 23:51 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0X6RG008 Sun, 05 Mar 95 23:37:27 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503052337.0X6RG00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Sun, 05 Mar 95 23:37:27 Subject: Re: quiet today. To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Maybe, but I think it's some kind of animal, maybe a robotaized citizen of mobius. I guess we will never know now. How ever, it would make a great fanfic story. :) Craig / Tails "Danger: Low Flying Fox Zone" (Everybody Duck) From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 6 03:04:09 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id DAA15315 for sonic-ll; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 03:04:04 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id DAA15309 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 03:04:02 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id CAA03660 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 02:05:48 -0600 Received: from slip-10-8.ots.utexas.edu (slip-10-8.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.128.88]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id CAA06876 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 02:04:03 -0600 Message-Id: <199503060804.CAA06876@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Mon, 06 Mar 1995 02:02:20 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: The Mysterious Monster X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Hi guys! In regard to the posts speculating about the red-eyed unidentifiable that Snively was with (end of "The Dooms- day Project"), would anyone be adverse if I personally took a stab at it? I've wanted to do a "Doomsday aftermath" for the past week, but I've been busy working on "The Temp- oral Syndrome" (which is, by the way, nearing completion). Does anyone else REALLY want to take the story, or will I be permitted to do so? Please send in your votes ASAP! ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. Most violent curse: "You are evil!" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 6 08:24:59 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA17462 for sonic-ll; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 08:24:49 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA17457 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 08:24:47 -0500 Received: from usr3.primenet.com (root@usr3.primenet.com [198.68.32.13]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with ESMTP id GAA18563 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 06:29:43 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr3.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.5) id GAA17442; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 06:29:42 -0700 Date: Mon, 6 Mar 1995 06:29:41 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: The Mysterious Monster In-Reply-To: <199503060804.CAA06876@mail.utexas.edu> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Mon, 6 Mar 1995, Shawn Wolski wrote: > Hi guys! > > In regard to the posts speculating about the red-eyed > unidentifiable that Snively was with (end of "The Dooms- > day Project"), would anyone be adverse if I personally > took a stab at it? I've wanted to do a "Doomsday aftermath" > for the past week, but I've been busy working on "The Temp- > oral Syndrome" (which is, by the way, nearing completion). > Does anyone else REALLY want to take the story, or will I be > permitted to do so? Please send in your votes ASAP! > Go write ahead. I've got a "Doomsday Aftermath" idea running about in my head which I should write up in a month or two, and I've been at a loss to make a guess as to what that thing is. At present, I'm working on "The Mobius Mystery" which occurs before Doomsday. I've also got one other "Doomsday Aftermath" story in the works. Although I don't know how much of an aftermath it would be since it takes place ten years in the future. I have no idea when I'll have that one ready. Anyway, That's my vote. Go ahead and write it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" "How many can you afford?" --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lightbulb jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- > ________________________________________________________________ > Shawn Wolski, N5UNA > MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the > Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. > > Most violent curse: "You are evil!" > > n5una@mail.utexas.edu > _______________________________________________________________ > > From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 6 08:28:40 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA17497 for sonic-ll; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 08:28:39 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA17492 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 08:28:37 -0500 Received: from usr3.primenet.com (root@usr3.primenet.com [198.68.32.13]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with ESMTP id GAA18772 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 06:33:34 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr3.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.5) id GAA17615; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 06:33:33 -0700 Date: Mon, 6 Mar 1995 06:33:32 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Newsgroup Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Well, I just heard on AOL that the long awaited newsgroup exists. It called alt.fan.sonic-hedgehog. Actually I forget if thats a dash or a period, but I think its a dash. Anyway, for those of you with newsgroup access, feel free to stop by. In fact, I would appriciate it if someone would tell me if they can even get it yet. My newsreader apparently hasn't figured out it's there yet. If it doesn't mention it in the next few days, I'm going to kill my SysOp. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" "How many can you afford?" --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lightbulb jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 6 08:47:24 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA17629 for sonic-ll; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 08:47:22 -0500 Received: from sentinel.synapse.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA17624 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 08:47:19 -0500 Received: from bme.synapse.net (bme.synapse.net [199.84.54.59]) by sentinel.synapse.net (8.6.10/8.6.10) with SMTP id IAA03757 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 08:52:09 -0500 Message-Id: <199503061352.IAA03757@sentinel.synapse.net> X-Sender: akwong@pop.synapse.net X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Version 1.4.3 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Mon, 06 Mar 1995 08:50:36 -0500 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: akwong@bme.synapse.net (Adrian Kwong) Subject: Re: Newsgroup Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >Well, I just heard on AOL that the long awaited newsgroup exists. It does. I have it here and other than my new post about Sonic Songs, theres a flame as to whether or not the group is real. (its real) Anyways... YaaY! :) --- =========================================================================== Adrian Kwong akwong@bme.synapse.net 613-726-6762 Bald Mountain Ent. ak605@freenet.carleton.ca Ottawa, Ontario =========================================================================== From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 6 09:44:12 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA18088 for sonic-ll; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 09:44:04 -0500 Received: from hubcap.clemson.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA18083 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 09:44:02 -0500 Received: (pgettle@localhost) by hubcap.clemson.edu (8.6.7/8.6.4) id JAA29957; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 09:48:44 -0500 Date: Mon, 6 Mar 1995 09:48:44 -0500 (EST) From: Paul Gettle To: sonic@sard.mv.net cc: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Quiet today. In-Reply-To: Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Sun, 5 Mar 1995, Fred Sloniker wrote: > Well, we could theorize about what those glowing red eyes at the end of > "The Doomsday Project" were supposed to be attached to. Personally, I'm > kinda fond of them being some version of MetalSonic's, if only because he > hadn't been seen in the cartoon... I don't know. The first time I saw them (and the second time too) they looked familiar. Then I realized. Some of the promotional artwork for Sonic 3 had Knuckles hiding in a bush, with just his eyes showing. The eyes were _exactly_ the same shape as the eyes on Doomsday. My theory is that they planned to intro Knuckles in the third season. [Sig deleted] > "Jean-Luc! What on *earth* are you doing to Wesley?" Thank you. I almost just hurled my breakfast on my keyboard. :) (*Mmmppphhh!* Chunkage Contained.) -- Paul Gettle (pgettle@hubcap.clemson.edu) "You're wrong. I'm right. As usual." -- Princess Sally "Caution: Happy Fun Fox may suddenly accelerate to dangerous speeds. Do not taunt Happy Fun Fox." -- Disclaimer From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 6 12:13:57 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA20447 for sonic-ll; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 12:13:44 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA20442 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 12:13:42 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id LAA20572 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 11:15:36 -0600 Received: from slip-4-15.ots.utexas.edu (slip-4-15.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.111.111]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id LAA22333 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 11:14:08 -0600 Message-Id: <199503061714.LAA22333@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Mon, 06 Mar 1995 11:12:35 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: Re: Newsgroup X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >If it doesn't mention it in the next >few days, I'm going to kill my SysOp. (major snipping, this is important) Can I join you? The news server here at UT hasn't found it either. Mondo bad move! ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. Most violent curse: "You are evil!" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 6 15:17:03 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA23807 for sonic-ll; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 15:16:47 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA23802 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 15:16:44 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id OAA17424 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 14:21:45 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Mon, 6 Mar 95 14:22 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0JL0T002 Mon, 06 Mar 95 13:56:25 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503061356.0JL0T00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Mon, 06 Mar 95 13:56:25 Subject: Re: newsgroup To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I think i'll check with my local sysop and see if he can get it. Craig / Tails "Danger: Low Flying Fox Zone" (Everybody Duck) From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 6 17:51:49 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA25144 for sonic-ll; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 17:51:43 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA25139 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 17:51:42 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id RAA16309; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 17:51:08 -0500 Date: Mon, 6 Mar 1995 17:51:08 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: Post Sonic Subject: Archie Issue #22 Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Issue #22 finally made it to my local stores, or at least an out-of-my-way store I decided to try. Anyone notice in Sonic-Grams another explanation for Tails's two tails? He was simply born that way (for no apparent reason) which contradicts their explanation in #16 (Antonie gave his tail to Tails). I also noticed that the story in #22 depends upon one having read a number of past issues (good thing I have read them (g)). They also mentioned Crabmeat, and I know who that is only because I recently received my order for #1 through #7. (Skip this paragraph if you haven't read #22 and don't want to know anything about the story beforehand.) At this point, Sonic and Sally with kids is too much of a non-sequitor to me at this point. Over time, the story could be developed so that they do, but not now. Anyone notice the offspring was of two species (just like Sonic and Sally are of two species). -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 6 19:26:15 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA25928 for sonic-ll; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 19:25:54 -0500 Received: from bos1a.delphi.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA25923 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 19:25:53 -0500 Received: from delphi.com by delphi.com (PMDF V4.3-9 #7804) id <01HNTS6MTMLI95PKZF@delphi.com>; Mon, 06 Mar 1995 19:30:48 -0500 (EST) Date: Mon, 06 Mar 1995 19:30:48 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" Subject: a.f.s-h propogation To: sonic@sard.mv.net Message-id: <01HNTS6MTMLK95PKZF@delphi.com> X-VMS-To: IN%"sonic@sard.mv.net" MIME-version: 1.0 Content-type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: So far, a.f.s-h does not appear on either USIT or Delphi; I've not tried Nyx yet. It's rather uncertain if Delphi would pick up this group, but USIT and Nyx probably would. I know some list members can't get alt groups, and I did raise that issue during the re-proposal of the newsgroup. From what I've read about the group on the list, at least no one's really missing anything (yet). Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) Team OS/2 From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 6 23:11:27 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA27388 for sonic-ll; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 23:10:14 -0500 Received: from holodeck.cc.vt.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA27383 for ; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 23:10:13 -0500 Message-Id: <199503070410.XAA27383@sard.mv.net> Received: from jpegnato.async.vt.edu by holodeck.cc.vt.edu with SMTP (8.6.10/16.2) id XAA04106; Mon, 6 Mar 1995 23:15:16 -0500 X-Sender: jpegnato@mail.vt.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Mon, 06 Mar 1995 23:15:50 +0500 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: jpegnato@vt.edu (Jeffrey Pegnato) Subject: Heads or Tails X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I just saw "Heads or Tails" for the 1st time today...I was wondering if anyone knows WHY the artwork is so much different from the other shows? In fact, it wasn't just the artwork...the whole episode seemed like a flashback to (dare I say it) the weekday show. The plot was more "fluff" than action/adventure, and I found myself very disgusted with the poor artwork...yes, poor artwork. I don't mind change, but I HATE a change for the worse. The characters looked younger, and the general dialogue concetrated on setting and exposition of the characters... (Was this the first episode ever?) Here's hoping for a future contract renewal...I miss the show already. ***I belive T.V. is very educational...whenever someone turns on the T.V., I go into the next room and read a good book.*** jpegnato@vt.edu Jeffrey Pegnato From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 01:31:35 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA28482 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 01:29:56 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA28477 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 01:29:54 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id AAA00372 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 00:35:00 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Tue, 7 Mar 95 00:38 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 00DEG00A Tue, 07 Mar 95 00:15:53 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503070015.00DEG00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Tue, 07 Mar 95 00:15:53 Subject: Heads or tails To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: As far as I know, Heads or Tails was the first show. that would explain a lot I guess. I still like it. Craig / Tails "Danger: Low Flying Happy Fun Fox Zone" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 08:58:01 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA01597 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 08:57:40 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA01592 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 08:57:31 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA03170; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 09:02:26 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA17972; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 09:02:22 -0500 Message-Id: <9503071402.AA17972@edmund> Subject: Re: Heads or Tails To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Tue, 7 Mar 1995 09:02:21 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: <199503070410.XAA27383@sard.mv.net> from "Jeffrey Pegnato" at Mar 6, 95 11:15:50 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > >I just saw "Heads or Tails" for the 1st time today...I was wondering if anyone > knows WHY the artwork is so much different from the other shows? In fact, > it wasn't just the artwork...the whole episode seemed like a flashback to > (dare I say it) the weekday show. The plot was more "fluff" than > action/adventure, > and I found myself very disgusted with the poor artwork...yes, poor artwork. > I don't > mind change, but I HATE a change for the worse. > The characters looked younger, and the general dialogue concetrated > on setting and exposition of the characters... (Was this the first episode > ever?) Struck me the same way, too. Then again, that whole first season was kind of...shaky. You knew they had characters and a premise, but you felt that they were unsure what to do with them. This state of affairs was reflected in the fact that they used a different writer(s) EVERY WEEK! Guarantees that things will be a little uneven. For me, there were only a few eps that stood up on their own: Sonic and Sally (by the second season team of Allee and Hurst) and Sonic's Nightmare come to mind. > Here's hoping for a future contract renewal...I miss the show already. > This may be a chance to confirm some scuttlebutt concerning why Sonic got axed: According to one source, who says he read it on r.a.a, it turns out that DiC supposedly put some Sonic cels on the market, an action at which Sega took umbrage (can you say "anal retentive?"). Words were exchanged, and that's why Sonic didn't get renewed. This makes for a good story, but I'm enough of a skeptic to have my doubts. Besides, I have the responsibility of doing quality control on a FAQ File. So before I go putting an account of the incident in the file, I need a source, preferably in print. Let me know if it's out there. Daniel J. Drazen drazen@andrews.edu Care Bears fan and Sonic the Hedgehog maven ================================================================= BROADCAST STANDARDS & PRACTICES: "Here'e where the scripts are carefully edited to make sure that no jokes are too funny. We don't want any kids laughing too hard and hurting themselves." Eek the Cat ================================================================= From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 10:59:23 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA02426 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 10:59:16 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA02421 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 10:59:01 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA06602; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 11:03:54 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA29127; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 11:03:52 -0500 Message-Id: <9503071603.AA29127@edmund> Subject: Bloodlines: Chapter 3 To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Tue, 7 Mar 1995 11:03:51 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: BLOODLINES A Sonic the Hedgehog story by Daniel J. Drazen Chapter 3 "I wish Sonic was here." Sally took her cloak and wrapped it tighter against herself as she sat closer to the small fire she had built. The wind was picking up in the bottom of the canyon. Above her, growing from the floor of the canyon like some improbable stone plant, loomed Dragonsnest. It had been the center of dragon civilization on Mobius centuries before, but the number of dragons had been in decline even before Robotnik's takeover, and the few dragons who had evaded capture were in hiding. Sally and Sonic had agreed to a compromise: Sonic would transport her close to Dragonsnest and then leave. Which he did with obvious reluctance. Sally had no idea who or what was waiting for her, but it was clear she had to meet it alone. No matter how much she disliked the prospect. She leaned her back against the stone tower, listening for any sound that might come her way. It was not fear, however, that caused her to wish for Sonic's company. It was loneliness, a loneliness made even more profound in a deserted stone canyon, waiting for moonrise. Thirty feet away, hidden in the darkness, a small figure crouched behind a massive boulder. It was Sonic. Sally may have told him to go back to Knothole, he told himself, but she didn't say anything about not doubling back at the first opportunity to keep an eye on her. Besides, someone had to make sure that the Knothole freedom fighters didn't lose the brains of the outfit. Satisfied that what he thought he'd heard was just the wind, Sonic continued his vigil. OK, he told himself, maybe he'd feel the same way if someone came up to him and told him he had a chance of finding his own mother. Like *that* had a chance of happening! For as far back as he could remember he'd been an orphan, living with his Uncle Chuck. Until the day Robotnik took over Mobius and he went to live in Knothole. Still, why was Sally doing this by herself? Sally's usually way cautious, Sonic told himself, but sometimes she could be so... Sonic's thoughts were interrupted as someone or something grabbed him from behind. Sonic wasn't used to being lost in thought, but the figure had crept up on him absolutely undetected. The figure then hauled Sonic to a standing position while Sonic felt the tip of some kind of knife being pressed against his throat. "Is this your idea of following instructions?" the stranger called out to Sally...in Sally's voice! "What are you...No!" "You were told to come alone!" "I didn't know he was following me, I swear!" "Hold it right there," the stranger said, for Sally had begun running toward them and was now about ten feet away. "You know this busybody?" "His name's Sonic. He's my friend...." "Looks like you've picked a friend who couldn't be trusted." "That's not true! I've trusted him with my life more times than I can count. We fight together against Robotnik." "I'm not interested in your little war." The figure paused. There was no way to read her thoughts, for her face was once again hidden behind a veil. "So you trust this fool with your life. Let's see how far that trust extends." With that, the figure took the knife away from Sonic's throat, and with the other hand produced a coiled length of rope from under her cloak. She tossed it to Sally, who caught it before it hit the ground. "If you're truly familiar with royal customs, you know how to put someone under protection." Sally didn't say anything to the stranger. Instead, she deftly tied one end of the rope into a slip knot and placed her head through the loop. She handed the other end to the stranger, then gave Sonic the center section of the rope to hold. All the time she kept her eyes on the stranger. "I'm impressed," the stranger said. "You've remembered something that has long been forgotten. I accept your offer," she said as she let the rope drop. Sally then took the loop from around her neck. The stranger coiled up the rope and replaced it under her cloak. Then, taking a half-burned log from the fire and using it as a torch, she led Sonic and Sally into Dragonsnest. "Yo, Sal, what was that all about?" Sonic whispered. "It's an ancient rite that I learned about. The royal family of Mobius had the right to intervene and show mercy to someone who might have committed a crime. That ceremony with the rope was my way of saying that I'm willing to be held accountable for your actions." "What do you mean, 'accountable'?" "If you transgress, you go free and she has the right to kill me." "Say what!?" "No talking!" the stranger called out. "And that means no questions as well. You'll have your answers soon enough, anyway." Most dragons prefer to nest in the open, yet the ancient tower was shot through with interior nurseries and storerooms. It was to one of these that the stranger led Sonic and Sally. The room was more like a barren cave. Several ancient dragon's egg shells lay in a corner, lit by a low fire in the center of the room. In another corner, Sally could see the dim outline of someone laying on a straw mat. The person's breathing was steady but mechanical, as if a machine were doing the breathing for them. The stranger threw her log torch on the fire. It flared up, and both Sally and Sonic gasped in alarm. The figure on the mat was mostly robot--only her head and right arm had been spared. "Who is that?" Sally asked in a shocked whisper. "Our mother." "OUR mother?" The figure undid her face veil and slipped her cloak hood off her head. Neither Sonic nor Sally could believe it. The figure looked exactly like Sally. There was, however, something in the darkness of the eyes, the hard set of the mouth. This was a person who had seen too much too soon. "We are twin sisters, you and I. My name is Sandy. And SHE...she was once Queen Alicia of Mobius." "But...but what's she doing here?" "She's dying." to be continued From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 11:02:11 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA02458 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 11:02:09 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA02447 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 11:01:51 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA06678; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 11:06:50 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA29510; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 11:06:48 -0500 Message-Id: <9503071606.AA29510@edmund> Subject: Bloodlines: Chapter 4 To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Tue, 7 Mar 1995 11:06:47 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: BLOODLINES A Sonic the Hedgehog Story by Daniel J. Drazen Chapter 4 Sally had, from her earliest days, been groomed as the successor to the throne of Mobius by her father. In her had been cultivated the arts and virtues of leadership. It was now that they would be put to the test. "Sandy, she can't stay here. Whatever's wrong with her, she may have a chance if we can get her to Knothole." "But she can't endure hard travel, and that's what faces us in crossing the Great Plain. We'd need about five days to get to Knothole on foot." As Sandy spoke these last words, she gave Sally a look that told her what she was afraid to ask: Sandy didn't think that their mother had five days left. "Sonic, you've got to get back to Knothole. Tell Dulcy to get here as fast as she can." "You sure about this, Sal?" "Sonic, there's no other way!" "Wait; who's Dulcy?" "I'll tell you later, Sandy. Then you've got to get a message to Uncle Chuck; have him come to Knothole at once. He's the only one who has the kind of knowledge we need. We'll also need a place for her to stay; we can use my hut." The hedgehog's usual bravado was gone; the situation was way too serious. With a simple "Hang in there, Sal," he was on his way. Only after Sonic had left on his errands did Sally cross to the shadowy figure and kneel beside her. Sandy did the same and touched the figure on the shoulder. "Mother," Sandy said softly, "Mother, she's here." The figure slowly turned her head toward them. The face was sunken, pale and etched with pain. Whatever disease she was fighting against had already exacted a terrible price, and would soon demand payment in full. Yet Sally could plainly see her own face in that of the one lying before her. And even now, so close to death, Sally could see a hint of what had once been great beauty in the face of the sufferer. Sally had never thought of herself as beautiful--even if she were to admit it, it wouldn't have been seemly to do so--but she could see it in this person, whoever she was. The possibility that this frail sufferer could indeed be her mother was now impossible to ignore. The figure slowly opened her eyes and looked at Sally. It seemed that it took her a while to focus her gaze. Then, she slowly reached up and caressed Sally's cheek. Tears began to well up in her eyes, and the corners of the parched mouth turned upward. "Sally...my lost child..." was all she could manage in a congested whisper of a voice. Sally started to call her "Mother," choked on the word, then collapsed on the figure's metallic breast, pouring out the sorrow she had carried for so many years. It was some minutes before Sally could pull herself together enough to speak: "I never knew what happened to you. I thought...I didn't know WHAT to think!" "We were supposed to have been killed," Sandy said, her voice full of controlled rage, "and we would have been if Robotnik had had his way." "But what happened to you? And how did you ever find me?" "I'll leave the first question for now--it's too long a story. As for finding you, we almost didn't. "It was about three months ago that the Nomads we were travelling with brought in a stranger: someone from the East who seemed too eager to purchase weapons that the Nomads had their eye on. I overheard the conversation between the Nomad chiefs and this stranger who called himself 'Dirk.'" "I know a Dirk! He's the leader of the Eastern band of freedom fighters." "That's what he admitted, after some questioning and after swearing the Nomad elders to secrecy. Even then I don't think I would have been interested until he spoke of a 'Princess Sally' who was leading another group of fighters. "Mother had spoken of you often, so I knew the name. She told me how we had been separated after we had been born, and how she and I had to leave Mobotropolis. On a chance, I cornered Dirk after he'd left the elders. I kept my veil in place so he couldn't have known why I was so interested in this 'Princess Sally.' I could only learn from him that you lived in the Great Forest, in some hidden place called Knothole. Then I let him go. "At that time, Mother's health was beginning to seriously deteriorate. When I told her what I had learned from Dirk, it was as if she'd been given a new life. She had to see if you were still alive, so we abandoned the Nomads and began travelling to the Great Forest. We stopped frequently and made as good time as possible. Finally, Mother became so weak that I feared to take her any further; that's when we arrived here. I vowed I'd find you and bring you to Mother. "I arrived at the Great Forest not knowing where to begin, and then I spied your watchtower. I thought I'd hide myself until someone showed up, then I'd follow them back to Knothole. The first one to show up...well, I was surprised to find someone else who was...." "What?" In answer, Sandy rose and tossed aside her cloak. Her right arm, from her shoulder to her fingertips, had been roboticized. "Robotnik did this to me when I was four years old. I'll always remember the look on his face when he did it--the joy he took from reducing a living being to some kind of machine. You saw what he did to Mother--he changed her piece by piece. It was painful, and it took months. He called it 'science;' I call it torture!" Sally was stunned, not so much by Sandy's roboticized arm as by the hatred with which she spoke. "You...you must have seen Bunnie," she managed to say. "I guess that was her name. Anyway, I also saw one of Robotnik's crafts pull up next to her on the platform. I didn't hear the craft until it was too late; he must be using some kind of silencer on the engine." "Never mind that; what happened? Bunnie tells me you started fighting the SWAT-bots single-handed." "The only worthwhile things I learned from my years with the Nomads were their ancient fighting techniques. That's one of the reasons Robotnik has managed to leave the Nomads alone all these years, and how we've stayed hidden from them. I made short work of the bots--it's easy if you know how," she added as an aside. "Then I waited for Bunnie to come to, for she'd fallen and was unconscious. When she called me by your name, I knew I had found you." "Hey, Sally! You in here?" someone called out from the corridor. "In here, Dulcy!" Sally answered. "You never did say who this Dulcy is." "She's our ticket back to Knothole, and..." "Hi!" Sandy turned and found herself looking into the face of a dragon. An adolescent dragon, to be sure, but it was still something she hadn't counted on seeing. Sandy immediately drew a curved Nomad knife from its sheath. "Hey, hold it!" Dulcy protested. "I'm on your side!" "Sandy, this is Dulcy. She's going to fly us back to Knothole." "You've made friends with a dragon?" "Pleased to meet ya!" Dulcy said as she extended a claw. Sandy replaced the knife, turned and walked back to where Queen Alicia lay. "Is that your Ma?" Dulcy asked. "Yes, and that's my twin sister, Sandy." "Oh, wow, I didn't know you had a twin sister!" "Neither did I, until tonight." "Oh, yeah. Well, we better get going." Sally and Sandy carefully bundled up their mother, then placed her inside the pouch on Dulcy's abdomen. "You're going to be OK, ma'am," Dulcy said as she was tucked in, then she spoke to the girls: "You two can saddle up once we get outside, the ceilings are too low in here." Leaving the fire to die out on its own, they made their way out onto one of the open ledges that served as nesting sites. Sally had only just shown Sandy how to sit in the two-seated saddle on Dulcy's back when the dragon stepped off of the ledge and began falling. Before anyone could say anything, Dulcy had spread her wings and caught an updraft from the canyon. A few seconds later Dragonsnest was just a fading blur on the horizon behind them. "Hey, Sandy!" Dulcy called back. "You're doing pretty good! You ever ridden a dragon before?" "I've never even SEEN a dragon before!" It was obvious from her tone that she'd rather be doing anything else at the moment. "Look!" Sally called out. "That's the edge of the Great Forest up ahead! We'll be in Knothole before long." Actually, this wasn't the part of the journey that Sally was looking forward to, for she knew what Sandy and her mother didn't know: that Dulcy's landings needed a lot of work. That was the strongest argument against using Dulcy to carry the Queen to Knothole, but the alternatives weren't any better. Soon they were skimming over the trees. After several minutes, Sally pointed out some lights fluttering through the foliage below, then a fire-lit clearing where Dulcy would land. Sally braced herself for one of Dulcy's usual clumsy landings. She began reproaching herself for the plan but stopped when Dulcy said: "We're here!" Sally hadn't felt a thing. Sliding off of the saddle on Dulcy's back, Sally and Sandy lifted their mother from Dulcy's pouch and placed her onto a makeshift stretcher. Bunnie and Rotor then bore the stretcher to Sally's hut. "Dulcy," Sally said as she turned back to speak with the dragon, "that landing was...." "Hey, I just hope your Ma's gonna be OK." "Thanks," she said quietly, then ran to catch up with the others. Inside Sally's hut, lights were lit, the bed had been turned down, and water was heating in a nearby fireplace. The stretcher was placed near the bed and Sally and Sandy began putting their mother into the bed. Bunnie and Rotor helped, but Bunnie's attention was mainly on Sandy. "Oh mah stars, you ARE twins!" "Sandy," Sally began, "this is...." "We met," both Sandy and Bunnie managed to say in unison. "Rotor, could you tell everyone to keep their distance until the Queen...until Mother has had a chance to rest? I don't think a lot of people crowding around will do her any good." "Sure, Sally. And maybe I'd better tell...." Rotor was interrupted by the crashing sound of crockery hitting the floor. All eyes turned to the doorway. There stood Rosie, Sally's old nanny. She looked at Queen Alicia with wide eyes, then those eyes rolled upward and she went into a dead faint. Sally and Bunnie helped her up off the floor and seated her in a nearby chair. "She looked like she'd seen a ghost!" Bunnie said. "She probably thought she did," Sandy added. "Mother once told me that only a handful of people in the palace knew that twins had been born, and they'd all been sworn to secrecy." "Well, the secret was safe with Rosie. She never said anything about my having a twin sister." Just then, from outside the hut there was a sound like the sound barrier being seriously tested. A moment later, Sonic entered the hut. Someone followed him inside, someone whose body shone with a metallic gleam in the hut's candlelight. This was Sonic's uncle, Sir Charles Hedgehog, once one of the leading scientific minds of Mobius. He was also one of the first to have been roboticized, and it was only by a perseverance that managed to awaken some spark of his old self that Sonic had been able to free his Uncle Chuck's mind from Robotnik's control. Now Uncle Chuck, as everyone in Knothole called him, used his roboticized form to his advantage and lived the life of a spy in Robotropolis, keeping the Knothole freedom fighters informed of developments. But Sandy had no knowledge of these things yet. At the first sight of Uncle Chuck, she immediately reached for her knife. "No!" Sally said, "he's on our side." "First a dragon, now a robot. You've made quite an interesting assortment of friends!" As for Uncle Chuck, he stood in the doorway transfixed as he recognized the figure in Sally's bed. Then, without a word, he crossed over to the side of the bed and dropped to one knee, bowing his head. "I am at your service, my Queen," he said softly. He raised his head and looked into her face. "I...I never thought I'd see this day!" "My days...may be few," the Queen managed to whisper. "Don't talk like that, Mother!" Sally said. "Uncle Chuck is going to do everything he can to help." "And the most helpful thing we can do is to let the Queen rest," Uncle Chuck added. "Everyone except the princesses, go back to bed; I want to talk to them. And to Rosie, once she wakes up." The residents of Knothole were up and about even earlier than usual the next morning. Mostly, though, they were clustered near Sally's hut discussing the events of the night just ended. In obedience to Uncle Chuck's order, the freedom fighters stayed outside the hut. However, as a spontaneous gesture, they began leaving flowers, fruit, personal items and other objects near the door and on the porch. It was clear that their loyalty to the Queen had not dimmed. Inside, Uncle Chuck had spoken with Sandy, trying to learn all she knew about how she and her mother had come to be partially roboticized. He studied both the Queen and Sandy for some time. "This is an older design," he told Sally and Sandy, "not like the one Robotnik is using now. He must have used a prototype of the roboticizer on you and your mother, Sandy." "Somehow," Sandy added bitterly, "I don't appreciate the fact that we were test subjects." As for Rosie, she almost went into hysterics when she came to. Uncle Chuck was able to calm her, so that she could tell her own story: "I've not seen the two princesses together since I helped bring them both into the world. And no sooner had I done so that this official-looking swine in a uniform walks into the room. There were two police robots with him, there were, and what he says were orders from the King. He says the Queen and the second-born daughter were to be moved that night to the capitol of the Southern Provinces, while the first-born was to stay with the King in Mobotropolis. 'Security concerns,' he says! I didn't believe him for a second, but the King said to let them go. Then he swears me to secrecy not to say that two babies were born that night. I didn't understand why, but I obeyed my King, I did!" "And that's why you fainted when you saw Mother and Sandy?" Sally asked. "No, I...well, it was the last I'd heard of them until we received reports that the Southern capitol had been bombed in the Great War. The reports all spoke of there being no survivors so...." "So you thought we'd been killed," Sandy said. "And we almost were, too." "If only it hadn't been for that war...." Sally added. "I've got news for you, Sally. The Great War ended two years after we were born." The Knothole dwellers looked at Sandy, stunned. "Mother and I weren't able to learn that until later, when we'd talk with other refugees we met on the caravans: the other side had sued for peace repeatedly. Those reports were never carried back to Mobotropolis, which continued sending military bots to the staging area in the south. From there, they were being dispatched to conquer neutral territories all over Mobius. Only when they were all under martial law and under the control of the bots did War Minister Julian move against Mobotropolis...." "...calling himself Ivo Robotnik," Sally said. "I can see it all now; why couldn't we have seen it coming?" "Well," Uncle Chuck said softly, "never mind the past. We've got work to do." Using a diagnostic program resident in Nicole, he was able to take readings on Queen Alicia's roboticized parts as well as her internal organs and systems. He also had Rosie gather together a great number of bowls to be sterilized by placing them in boiling water. "Why?" Sally asked. "I'm going to need blood samples. I'm also going to need paper." Uncle Chuck examined a number of Sally's books, found several with suitable paper, then enlisted Tails to carefully cut along the margins with a pair of scissors to make paper strips. Then it was time to take blood samples. Sonic, Sally, Rotor and Bunnie were more than willing to help, even though it meant nothing so taxing as each of them placing about a dozen drops of their blood in a bowl. Antoine was more reluctant, but his initial reluctance melted as he saw the first few drops of Bunnie's sample dripping into a bowl, and he promptly fainted. Uncle Chuck found it much easier to get the sample from the unconscious fox. "This is a good look for Ant," was Sonic's observation. Finally, the samples were ready and labelled. "I don't suppose you have any of the Queen's medical records on file," Uncle Chuck asked Sally. "I don't know. Nicole has access to the royal archives but there's some kind of a security block on them." "Level 7?" "How did you know!?" "Don't worry about it, Sally. I'm going to need some of that paper now, Tails." Cutting a small strip from the paper, Uncle Chuck dipped one end of it into the sample of Sally's blood. "Nicole," Uncle Chuck ordered, "access royal archives." "ROYAL ARCHIVES ONLINE." "Sally, is there a small opening near the top of Nicole's casing?" "Yes; I've wondered what that was." "If I'm right, it's a biosample access port. Would you open it, please?" Sally did so, and Uncle Chuck slid the bloodied paper strip into it. A few seconds later: "GENETIC PATTERN CONFIRMED. LEVEL 7 SECURITY BLOCK HAS BEEN REMOVED." "So THAT'S why I could never get anywhere trying to crack a level 7 block!" Rotor said. "It's not based on alphanumerics at all." "That's right, Rotor. A level 7 is based on genetic sequence pattern recognition. I didn't know whose pattern was used, the King's or the Queen's, but I guessed that Sally's blood would have enough of either of her parents to match. Now, I've got tests to run. Sally, may I have use of Nicole?" "Of course, Uncle Chuck. Sandy and I have...business...to take care of." to be continued From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 11:02:40 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA02469 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 11:02:39 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA02464 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 11:02:36 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.10/8.6.10) with SMTP id LAA07302 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 11:07:40 -0500 Date: Mon, 6 Mar 1995 20:59:37 -0500 (EST) From: Ron Bauerle To: sonic@sard.mv.net CC: aa2043@freenet.lorain.oberlin.edu, James.Walt@p4.f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, James.Walt@f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, quozl@netcom.com Message-Id: <950306205937.4e7@engr.erie.ge.com> Subject: Re: STH: The Power of Love Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >Alright all you Rotor+Bunnie unbelievers, here it is, my next >masterpiece, "The Power of Love" >In this "romance of the century" we watch as Bunnie and Rotor get >together for the first time. A nice story - you should post it on alt.fan.furry! A few comments: > Later that night, after Bunnie crawled into bed, she lay awake for >several minutes thinking about Rotor. She thought of how good he was at >the things he does, and about how he seemed to want to devote so much time >to her. As your basic nerd engineer, I can't help but wonder how much of this is because he's attracted to _her_, and how much is because of his technical interest in her robotic parts... > Bunnie smiled, happy the walrus was so understanding. She sat >patiently as he worked, admiring his confidence and seeing that he >actually enjoyed his work. Soon he was finished. See what I mean? :^) > As he turned toward the garden entrance, the site that met his >eyes took his breath away. Bunnie was standing at the entrance smiling at >him. Instead of the normal purple garb she usually wore, she was decked >out in a stunning purple dress that was of such beauty that it must have >been something she had been saving for a special occasion. > "Good evening, Rotor" she said softly as she walked up to him. I was expecting the line "do you like my ears better up, or down?", but that's a different Bunny on a different show :^) Guess that's all for now... RDB From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 11:11:07 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA02534 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 11:11:05 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA02529 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 11:11:03 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.10/8.6.10) with SMTP id LAA08324 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 11:16:14 -0500 Date: Mon, 6 Mar 1995 22:14:04 -0500 (EST) From: Ron Bauerle To: sonic@sard.mv.net CC: BAUERLE@engr.erie.ge.com Message-Id: <950306221404.4e7@engr.erie.ge.com> Subject: Re: Chili Dogs and Friends Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >Date: Wed, 1 Mar 1995 09:37:45 -0500 (EST) >From: Paul Gettle >Well in a few eppisodes they show Hot Dog stands.... and the chef who >serves Sonic is a pig. (This leads me to belive that Mobian chili dogs >aren't made out of pork) I noticed that too... But another CD scene that bothered me was the vending machine Sonic would visit now and then - huh? Why would something like that still be working? (Let alone exist in the first place...) Is this YARFTVG? (Yet Another Relic from the Video Game) RDB wonders why his previous post hasn't come through yet... From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 15:25:30 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA04467 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 15:25:13 -0500 Received: from stein3.u.washington.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA04462 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 15:25:11 -0500 Received: by stein3.u.washington.edu (5.65+UW94.10/UW-NDC Revision: 2.32 ) id AA10229; Tue, 7 Mar 95 12:30:23 -0800 X-Sender: lazuli@stein3.u.washington.edu Date: Tue, 7 Mar 1995 12:30:22 -0800 (PST) From: Fred Sloniker To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Chili Dogs and Friends In-Reply-To: <950306221404.4e7@engr.erie.ge.com> Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Mon, 6 Mar 1995, Ron Bauerle wrote: > But another CD scene that bothered me was the vending machine Sonic > would visit now and then - huh? Why would something like that still be > working? (Let alone exist in the first place...) Errr, CD scene? Color me confused, but the only meaning I can assign to this is the game "Sonic CD", and the closest thing that has to a vending machine is a hidden statue in one of the levels (details via private email) that spits out rings... > Is this YARFTVG? (Yet Another Relic from the Video Game) No, the games don't have any vending machines. A few slot machines, though. And giant pinball games. And monitors with special powers inside. And Purina Island... (:3 ---Fred M. Sloniker, stressed undergrad L. Lazuli R'kamos, FurryMUCKer lazuli@u.washington.edu "ZOMBIES!" "Please, Lees! They prefer to be called the living-impaired!" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 16:23:42 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA04973 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 16:23:38 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA04968 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 16:23:35 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA16591; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 16:28:47 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA02000; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 16:28:43 -0500 Message-Id: <9503072128.AA02000@edmund> Subject: Re: STH: The Power of Love To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Tue, 7 Mar 1995 16:28:42 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: <950306205937.4e7@engr.erie.ge.com> from "Ron Bauerle" at Mar 6, 95 08:59:37 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Ron, The excerpts look interesting...too bad I haven't seen the story itself! If it doesn't show up on the system soon, I may have to go into beg mode and ask you to repost. Also, Wednesdays appear to be the day when the local system asks whether we want to subscribe to new usenet groups. So I'll know by tomorrow if they got the word on alt.fan.sonic-hedgehog -- no sign of THAT to date, either! Daniel J. Drazen drazen@andrews.edu Custodian of one of the Sonic the Hedgehog FAQ Files ================================================================= _ __,;;;/ "You must never run from anything ,;( )_, )~\| immortal; it attracts their ;; // `--; attention." , ;\ | THE LAST UNICORN ================================================================= From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 16:29:03 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA05014 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 16:28:50 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA05009 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 16:28:48 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id PAA15076 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 15:28:08 -0600 Received: from slip-2-19.ots.utexas.edu (slip-2-19.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.204.119]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id PAA08465 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 15:26:58 -0600 Message-Id: <199503072126.PAA08465@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Tue, 07 Mar 1995 15:24:30 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: Found a new URL address! X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Hi y'all! I found a new address with some Sonic pictures in it. Try this out: http://www.cm.cf.ac.uk:80/Games/console/sega/ Warning: This address (at least from my location) takes a long time to connect to and download pictures from. Be sure you have something else to do with your time while waiting (like a good book). ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. Most violent curse: "You are evil!" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 18:59:14 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA06377 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 18:59:04 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA06366 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 18:58:53 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.10/8.6.10) with SMTP id TAA25817 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 19:04:08 -0500 Date: Tue, 7 Mar 1995 19:04:02 -0500 (EST) From: Ron Bauerle To: sonic@sard.mv.net CC: aa2043@freenet.lorain.oberlin.edu, bradclar@outb.wimsey.bc.ca, drazen@andrews.edu, James.Walt@p4.f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, James.Walt@f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, pearse@rpi.edu, quozl@netcom.com, ray.rooney@dscmail.com X-Vmsmail-To: SMTP%"sonic@sard.mv.net" X-Vmsmail-Cc: @[.RDB]SONIC,BAUERLE Message-Id: <950307190402.26e@engr.erie.ge.com> Subject: Re: Chili Dogs and Friends Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >From: Fred Sloniker >On Mon, 6 Mar 1995, Ron Bauerle wrote: >> But another CD scene that bothered me was the vending machine Sonic >> would visit now and then - huh? Why would something like that still be >> working? (Let alone exist in the first place...) >Errr, CD scene? Color me confused, Sorry; actually, I had to think for a couple of minutes what I meant too :^) CD = chili dog. And while I'm at it, Spyhog had Uncle Chuck shedding tears at the end, and another show (or the same one?) had Sonic bringing him a chili dog which he ate, enjoyed, and burped up - huh? Neither of these should have been possible in his robotic form although the tear scene was touching... >> Is this YARFTVG? (Yet Another Relic from the Video Game) >No, the games don't have any vending machines. A few slot machines, >though. And giant pinball games. And monitors with special powers >inside. And Purina Island... (:3 So where did the chili dogs come from then? Ron From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 20:49:50 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id UAA07262 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 20:49:28 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id UAA07257 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 20:49:26 -0500 Received: from usr2.primenet.com (root@usr2.primenet.com [198.68.32.12]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with ESMTP id SAA21189 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 18:54:42 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr2.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.5) id SAA04282; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 18:54:41 -0700 Date: Tue, 7 Mar 1995 18:54:40 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: STH: The Power of Love In-Reply-To: <9503072128.AA02000@edmund> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Tue, 7 Mar 1995, Dan Drazen wrote: > Ron, > > The excerpts look interesting...too bad I haven't seen the story itself! > If it doesn't show up on the system soon, I may have to go into beg mode > and ask you to repost. > If you have FTP or WWW access, just get it from either one of my sites listed below. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" "How many can you afford?" --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lightbulb jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 21:32:44 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA07561 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 21:32:36 -0500 Received: from netcom17.netcom.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA07556 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 21:32:32 -0500 Received: by netcom17.netcom.com (8.6.10/Netcom) id SAA28537; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 18:37:10 -0800 From: quozl@netcom.com (D.M. "Quozl" Falk) Message-Id: <199503080237.SAA28537@netcom17.netcom.com> Subject: Re: Chili Dogs and Friends To: BAUERLE@engr.erie.ge.com (Ron Bauerle) Date: Tue, 7 Mar 1995 18:37:10 -0800 (PST) Cc: sonic@sard.mv.net, aa2043@freenet.lorain.oberlin.edu, bradclar@outb.wimsey.bc.ca, drazen@andrews.edu, James.Walt@p4.f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, James.Walt@f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, pearse@rpi.edu, quozl@netcom.com, ray.rooney@dscmail.com In-Reply-To: <950307190402.26e@engr.erie.ge.com> from "Ron Bauerle" at Mar 7, 95 07:04:02 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Length: 1729 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >From Ron... > >From: Fred Sloniker > >On Mon, 6 Mar 1995, Ron Bauerle wrote: > > >> But another CD scene that bothered me was the vending machine Sonic > >> would visit now and then - huh? Why would something like that still be > >> working? (Let alone exist in the first place...) > > >Errr, CD scene? Color me confused, > > Sorry; actually, I had to think for a couple of minutes what I meant too :^) > CD = chili dog. > > And while I'm at it, Spyhog had Uncle Chuck shedding tears at the end, and > another show (or the same one?) had Sonic bringing him a chili dog which he > ate, enjoyed, and burped up - huh? Neither of these should have been > possible in his robotic form although the tear scene was touching... Because they're not fully robots- There is still sufficiant remains of their biological forms to accomplish things... (It's more a means of slavery than anything else, since Robotnik could've just as easily had robots *manufactured*, instead of roboticising everyone...) > >> Is this YARFTVG? (Yet Another Relic from the Video Game) > > >No, the games don't have any vending machines. A few slot machines, > >though. And giant pinball games. And monitors with special powers > >inside. And Purina Island... (:3 > > So where did the chili dogs come from then? What, it seems implausible to you that a certain type of food would last out 1500 years? ;) Better forget your lox & bagels tonight... ;) Heck, the *pizza* has been around for nearly 1000 years, but only in the last 200 years in the forms we know it today.... Most Mexican dishes can be traced back to pre-aztec times, *at least* 1500 years... So why *not* chili dogs....? ;) ....Quozl! From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 22:12:48 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA07821 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 22:12:35 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA07816 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 22:12:33 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.10/8.6.10) with SMTP id WAA07689 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 22:17:49 -0500 Date: Tue, 7 Mar 1995 22:17:47 -0500 (EST) From: Ron Bauerle To: sonic@sard.mv.net CC: vboao0f2@huey.csun.edu, BAUERLE@engr.erie.ge.com Message-Id: <950307221747.2a5@engr.erie.ge.com> Subject: Re: Sally's Jacket + Species (?) Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >Date: Tue, 7 Feb 1995 21:34:34 +0800 (PST) >From: Sonic the Hedgehog Cleaning out some old e-mail... >I suppose someone whined and the people immediately revamped Sally's >image. Who knows, I could ask the people who work behind the scenes at >DIC, as I have access to the Sonic Art Team myself. > Bryant Melesko More importantly than that, can you ask them why the show was _really_ cancelled, and if there's any chance somebody else might pick it up? RDB From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 22:44:16 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA08032 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 22:44:13 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA08027 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 22:44:10 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id VAA23336 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 21:49:28 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Tue, 7 Mar 95 21:49 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0TJSU009 Tue, 07 Mar 95 21:02:04 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503072102.0TJSU00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Tue, 07 Mar 95 21:02:04 Subject: Where is everyone? To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: You know, I know there are about 40 subscribers on this list but we only have like 5-8 people who post. What happend? I use to get a least 17 messages a day and now I'm lucky to find 5 a day. I hope things pick up soon. I like to read a lot of mail so i'm always looking for more messages. Just to put this out in public, I told rotor about it but I really liked his new story and I hope he gets his other storys done soon so we can all read them. I kind of like to poll a question to all on the list. Which of the freedom fighters is your favorit? I like Tails the best. So I guess that's one vote for tails. :) Craig / Tails "Danger: Low Flying Happy Fun Fox" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 22:52:54 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA08105 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 22:52:52 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA08100 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 22:52:50 -0500 Received: from usr1.primenet.com (root@usr1.primenet.com [198.68.32.11]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with ESMTP id UAA08571 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 20:58:06 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr1.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.5) id UAA28707; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 20:58:05 -0700 Date: Tue, 7 Mar 1995 20:58:04 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Where is everyone? In-Reply-To: <9503072102.0TJSU00@twty.chi.il.us> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Tue, 7 Mar 1995 craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us wrote: > > You know, I know there are about 40 subscribers on this list but we only have > like 5-8 people who post. What happend? I use to get a least 17 messages a day > and now I'm lucky to find 5 a day. > I hope things pick up soon. I like to read a lot of mail so i'm always looking > for more messages. Just to put this out in public, I told rotor about it but I > really liked his new story and I hope he gets his other storys done soon so we > can all read them. I kind of like to poll a question to all on the list. Which > of the freedom fighters is your favorit? I like Tails the best. So I guess > that's one vote for tails. :) > Well . . . Favorite Male character: Tie between Tails and Rotor Pavorite Female character: Princess Sally ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" "How many can you afford?" --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lightbulb jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Craig / Tails "Danger: Low Flying Happy Fun Fox" > From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 22:56:54 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA08149 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 22:56:53 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA08144 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 22:56:51 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.10/8.6.10) with SMTP id XAA10016 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:02:09 -0500 Date: Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:02:07 -0500 (EST) From: Ron Bauerle To: sonic@sard.mv.net CC: BAUERLE@engr.erie.ge.com Message-Id: <950307230207.2a5@engr.erie.ge.com> Subject: Re: Where is everyone? Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us >You know, I know there are about 40 subscribers on this list but we only >have like 5-8 people who post. What happend? I use to get a least 17 >messages a day and now I'm lucky to find 5 a day. It'll probably get worse now that a.f.sh exists - did we ever come to a consensus about the fate of the list? >I hope things pick up soon. I like to read a lot of mail so i'm always >looking for more messages. I used to think that too, but I just spent 2 hours going through my "later" folder of 280 messages - I managed to get it down to 250... >Which of the freedom fighters is your favorit? I like Tails the best. >So I guess that's one vote for tails. :) Bunnie and Sally, of course :^) RDB From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 22:57:00 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA08160 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 22:56:59 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA08155 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 22:56:57 -0500 Received: from usr1.primenet.com (root@usr1.primenet.com [198.68.32.11]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with ESMTP id VAA09373 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 21:02:15 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr1.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.5) id VAA29210; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 21:02:14 -0700 Date: Tue, 7 Mar 1995 21:02:13 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: New Pic . . . Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: So, has anybody stopped by a.b.p.e.c. newsgroups lately? The artist of cc-sonic.gif and cc-tails.gif has yet another pic to show us! It's called cc-sonic2.gif and it features Sonic and Tails again. This time however . . . well . . .you'll have to see it. I'll be posting it to my Web site tomarrow, so if you want to see it, it's there. If E-mail is all you have and you have a UUdecoder, ask me and I'll send it to you. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" "How many can you afford?" --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lightbulb jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 23:01:14 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA08225 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:01:13 -0500 Received: from acmey.gatech.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA08220 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:01:11 -0500 From: gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu Received: (from gt6005a@localhost) by acmey.gatech.edu (8.6.9/8.6.9) id XAA04408 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:06:27 -0500 Message-Id: <199503080406.XAA04408@acmey.gatech.edu> Subject: Re: Chili Dogs and Friends To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:06:26 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: <199503080237.SAA28537@netcom17.netcom.com> from "D.M. "Quozl" Falk" at Mar 7, 95 06:37:10 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] Content-Type: text Content-Length: 3936 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > And while I'm at it, Spyhog had Uncle Chuck shedding tears at the end, and > > another show (or the same one?) had Sonic bringing him a chili dog which he > > ate, enjoyed, and burped up - huh? Neither of these should have been > > possible in his robotic form although the tear scene was touching... > > Because they're not fully robots- There is still sufficiant remains of > their biological forms to accomplish things... (It's more a means of > slavery than anything else, since Robotnik could've just as easily had > robots *manufactured*, instead of roboticising everyone...) I thought Uncle Chuck WAS fully robotocized. Of course, this could open up a new thread as to how the robots go about repleneshing their energy supplies. Drawing a similarity here, Data on ST:TNG has the ability to eat, and, depending on what books you read and which episodes you watch, he can even glean certain nutrients from the food that help his android components. > > >No, the games don't have any vending machines. A few slot machines, > > >though. And giant pinball games. And monitors with special powers > > >inside. And Purina Island... (:3 > > > > So where did the chili dogs come from then? > > What, it seems implausible to you that a certain type of food would last > out 1500 years? ;) Better forget your lox & bagels tonight... ;) Heck, > the *pizza* has been around for nearly 1000 years, but only in the last > 200 years in the forms we know it today.... Most Mexican dishes can be > traced back to pre-aztec times, *at least* 1500 years... > And so, we come back to my favorite debate :-). Exactly where and what is Mobius. Like several people (including myself) have argued, the date references should not be used to support Mobius being a future Earth. For one thing, it would be impossible for one species of animal, let alone the multitude we see on Mobius, to evolve into sentient, self-aware creatures in less than 2000 years. Now, it is possible that this is actually an Earth set several million years in the future, after humans have blown themselves into oblivion and the Earth started over with other animals (after all, doesn't the sun have about 5 billion years of life left?), which use a date system based on an event other than Christ's birth (the Second Coming, perhaps? well...let's not get into Mobian religion just yet :-)...) But then how would one go about explaining the many things that just happened to appear once again? Chili dogs? France? The English and French languages? And what about the magic of Mobius, such as the Time Stones or 'The Void'? Also hard to explain in a future Earth. I still say that Mobius exists in a universe parallel in many ways to our own, and that Mobius is the Earth of that universe. I'm currently working on a whole background to support this and expand on it, which I will use in some stories that I plan to write. Of course, all this will take place when I finally get to see the cartoon series myself. (Thanx once again, David, and continued curses against Channel 2 and ABC in general.) Did you know that not only a 'Dumb & Dumber' cartoon, but a 'Ace Ventura' and 'The Mask' cartoon are also planned for next season? <> later---Kris -- *******Robin Hood (Kris Kelley) gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu***************** * fnord-42-froinlaven-cowabunga-the truth is out there-get out-spin dash * * are you pondering what I'm pondering?-welcome to the next level-yars!! * * finish him!-i hope i've shown you how to treat a lady-i'm a character! * ************************************************************************** * "Don't care what people say / Just follow your own way." - Enigma * * "I'm not sure that the world would be ready for 2 of me!" - P. O'Toole * * "Life: Am I taking this too personally?" - me * ************************************************************************** From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 23:02:09 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA08245 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:02:07 -0500 Received: from huey.csun.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA08239 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:02:05 -0500 Received: by huey.csun.edu (1.37.109.15/16.2) id AA044135483; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 20:04:43 -0800 Date: Tue, 7 Mar 1995 20:01:45 +0800 (PST) From: Sonic the Hedgehog Subject: Re: Where is everyone? To: sonic@sard.mv.net In-Reply-To: <9503072102.0TJSU00@twty.chi.il.us> Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >From Sonic The Hedgehog, On Tue, 7 Mar 1995 craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us wrote: > really liked his new story and I hope he gets his other storys done soon so we > can all read them. I kind of like to poll a question to all on the list. Which > of the freedom fighters is your favorit? I like Tails the best. So I guess > that's one vote for tails. :) Favorite characters : Miles "Tails" Prower and Sonic The Hedgehog (what else!) Sonic The Hedgehog P.S. - To whomever wanted me to sketch a picture of an Raccoon, please get to me with the details on the Raccoon's lookings like in email, thanks. Sonic The Hedgehog World's Largest Sonic Art Archives CURATOR/COLLECTOR/OWNER Bryant Melesko From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 23:08:06 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA08324 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:08:01 -0500 Received: from saul4.u.washington.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA08314 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:07:59 -0500 Received: by saul4.u.washington.edu (5.65+UW95.02/UW-NDC Revision: 2.32 ) id AA02082; Tue, 7 Mar 95 20:13:14 -0800 X-Sender: lazuli@saul4.u.washington.edu Date: Tue, 7 Mar 1995 20:13:12 -0800 (PST) From: Fred Sloniker To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Who's your favorite Freedom Fighter? In-Reply-To: <9503072102.0TJSU00@twty.chi.il.us> Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Tue, 7 Mar 1995 craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us wrote: > You know, I know there are about 40 subscribers on this list but we only > have like 5-8 people who post. What happend? I use to get a least 17 > messages a day and now I'm lucky to find 5 a day. Well, after the initial brainspurt, the volume of posts is expected to go down... (:3 > I kind of like to poll a question to all on the list. Which of the > freedom fighters is your favorit? I like Tails the best. So I guess > that's one vote for tails. :) I'm fond of the Happy Fun Fox too, but he's tragically underutilized as a Freedom Fighter; of the characters who've made their presence known on the show, I'd say my favorite is Bunnie Rabbot, with Sonic himself a close second. Bunnie just has so much character potential, and is cute as the dickens to boot... (;3 ---Fred M. Sloniker, stressed undergrad L. Lazuli R'kamos, FurryMUCKer lazuli@u.washington.edu Jr ner rkcrevrapvat grpuavpny qvssvphygvrf. Cyrnfr fgnaq ol. From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 23:13:49 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA08366 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:13:35 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA08361 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:13:33 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id WAA07762 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 22:12:55 -0600 Received: from slip-19-5.ots.utexas.edu (slip-19-5.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.111.133]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id WAA06429 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 22:10:35 -0600 Message-Id: <199503080410.WAA06429@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Tue, 07 Mar 1995 22:08:07 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: Re: Where is everyone? X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >I kind of like to poll a question to all on the list. Which of the freedom > fighters is your favorit? I like Tails the best. So I guess that's one >vote for tails. :) Tails and Dulcy. I love these kids. ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. Most violent curse: "You are evil!" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 7 23:26:04 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA08462 for sonic-ll; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:25:58 -0500 Received: from hubcap.clemson.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA08457 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:25:56 -0500 Received: (pgettle@localhost) by hubcap.clemson.edu (8.6.7/8.6.4) id XAA00109; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:30:59 -0500 Date: Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:30:59 -0500 (EST) From: Paul Gettle To: sonic@sard.mv.net cc: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Where is everyone? In-Reply-To: <9503072102.0TJSU00@twty.chi.il.us> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Tue, 7 Mar 1995 craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us wrote: > can all read them. I kind of like to poll a question to all on the list. Which > of the freedom fighters is your favorit? I like Tails the best. So I guess > that's one vote for tails. :) Add my vote for Tails. -- Paul Gettle (pgettle@hubcap.clemson.edu) "You're wrong. I'm right. As usual." -- Princess Sally "Caution: Happy Fun Fox may suddenly accelerate to dangerous speeds. Do not taunt Happy Fun Fox." -- Disclaimer From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 00:02:18 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA08792 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 00:02:08 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA08787 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 00:02:06 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id XAA25416 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:07:24 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Tue, 7 Mar 95 23:16 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0W4LZ00I Tue, 07 Mar 95 22:52:11 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503072252.0W4LZ00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Tue, 07 Mar 95 22:52:11 Subject: Re: sally's jacket + species To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: As far as the list goes, It won't die as long as people post in it. Craig / Tails "Danger: Low Flying Happy Fun Fox" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 00:44:19 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA09082 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 00:44:08 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA09077 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 00:44:06 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id XAA26499 for ; Tue, 7 Mar 1995 23:49:24 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Tue, 7 Mar 95 23:48 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0WXNB00J Tue, 07 Mar 95 23:26:38 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503072326.0WXNB00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Tue, 07 Mar 95 23:26:38 Subject: Re: where is everyone? To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: So far, It looks like Tails is winning by a big margen. Cool :) Craig / Tails "Danger: Low Flying Happy Fun Fox" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 02:27:14 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA09927 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 02:26:52 -0500 Received: from mail04.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA09922 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 02:26:51 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail04.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA011167900; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 02:31:40 -0500 Date: Wed, 8 Mar 1995 02:31:40 -0500 Message-Id: <950308023140_42857847@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Just thought you should know Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: My story is almost done! I didn't expect it to be so long, so I split it up into about four parts. Look for it in the near future. >You know, I know there are about 40 subscribers on this list >but we only have like 5-8 people who post. What happend? >I use to get a least 17 messages a day and now I'm lucky >to find 5 a day. I checked and found that I get the a.f.s-h newsgroup. Maybe everybody moved there? -B.B. "It seems I've found myself on the mission of the damned." -The Doctor, Star Trek: Voyager From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 02:34:26 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA09990 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 02:34:24 -0500 Received: from mail04.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA09985 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 02:34:23 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail04.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA020718353; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 02:39:13 -0500 Date: Wed, 8 Mar 1995 02:39:13 -0500 Message-Id: <950308023911_42861429@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Chili Dogs and Friends Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >And what about the magic of Mobius, such as the Time >Stones...[NOP!] I've always had this bad feeling about time travel. It's either possible or impossible. If it was possible, wouldn't people be coming back into time and visiting us? Eventually, time machines will be sold in 7-11s like batteries and anybody could use one. By that time, all the psycos would've gone back in time and screwed the human race to extinction. There is only one scenario that I can think of were time travel is possible: the government became so powerful that it can monitor every move we make. This way, nobody can use their time machines other than their most trusted politicians. -B.B. "It seems I've found myself on the mission of the damned." -The Doctor, Star Trek: Voyager From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 02:40:05 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA10037 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 02:40:03 -0500 Received: from mail02.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA10031 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 02:40:01 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail02.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA133738691; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 02:44:51 -0500 Date: Wed, 8 Mar 1995 02:44:51 -0500 Message-Id: <950308024450_42863799@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Who's your favorite Freed... Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Hmmm... Tails or Dulcy. The land-dwelling, flying fox or the natural-born flier that has trouble landing. How ironic. I'd go with Tails. -B.B. "It seems I've found myself on the mission of the damned." -The Doctor, Star Trek: Voyager From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 09:10:41 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA12786 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 09:10:20 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA12781 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 09:10:18 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id IAA23982 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 08:12:47 -0600 Received: from slip-1-71.ots.utexas.edu (slip-1-71.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.204.71]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id IAA18304 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 08:11:59 -0600 Message-Id: <199503081411.IAA18304@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Wed, 08 Mar 1995 08:09:44 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: Re: Just thought you should know X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > I checked and found that I get the a.f.s-h newsgroup. Maybe everybody >moved there? I'm still here, if you need someone to type to. I've been keeping a vigil on a.f.s-h and this net, so I'm not dropping off until I have to go to summer school. And my Spring Break is next week, so I might (or might not) be flooded with mail. Take off for just a few days.... ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. Most violent curse: "You are evil!" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 09:27:20 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA12910 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 09:27:19 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA12905 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 09:27:17 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id IAA24356 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 08:21:56 -0600 Received: from slip-1-71.ots.utexas.edu (slip-1-71.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.204.71]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id IAA19657 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 08:21:15 -0600 Message-Id: <199503081421.IAA19657@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu (Unverified) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Wed, 08 Mar 1995 08:18:59 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: ProTails + ProDulcy X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > Hmmm... Tails or Dulcy. The land-dwelling, flying fox or the >natural-born flier that has trouble landing. How ironic. I'd go with Tails. That's exactly why. Ever noticed how their abilities complement each other? The groundbound fox (but good flyer) plus the flying-innate (but horrible on landing) would make these two together a great team. ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. Most violent curse: "You are evil!" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 10:05:54 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA13234 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 10:05:53 -0500 Received: from seagoon.newcastle.edu.au by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA13229 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 10:05:48 -0500 Received: from scorch.UUCP (uucp@localhost) by seagoon.newcastle.edu.au (8.6.10/8.6.10) with UUCP id AAA07386 for sard.mv.net!sonic; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:08:34 +1000 Received: from brushtail.hna.com.au by scorch.hna.com.au with smtp tap_id root (Smail 3.1.28.1 #10) id m0rmKro-000WInC; Wed, 8 Mar 95 23:29 EST Received: (from cjb@localhost) by brushtail.hna.com.au (8.6.9/8.6.9) id XAA01782; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 23:35:33 +1000 Date: Wed, 8 Mar 1995 23:35:33 +1000 From: Chris Baird Message-Id: <199503081335.XAA01782@brushtail.hna.com.au> To: sonic@sard.mv.net In-reply-to: pgettle@hubcap.clemson.edu's message of 8 Mar 1995 22:50:02 +1000 Subject: Re: Where is everyone? Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: : > I kind of like to poll a question to all on the list. Which of > the freedom fighters is your favorit? Princess Sally. If there where the Cartoon equivalent of the Emmys/Logies, I'd vote her for "Best Female" in any cartoon... (I'll puke if I see one more all-American debutant. :/ Bunnie would get my nomination of 'most deserving of more character development and exposure' though. :) -- Chris,, PS: For the "Is Mobius a Future Earth?" thread-- how else could you explain the very thick American accents? :) PSS: Can't lurk much these days.. Moved house, and my favourite CGA monitor caught fire. :( Btw, no non-xposted traffic for a.f.s-h has appeared in any of the Australian newsfeeds... From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 12:17:24 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA14962 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 12:17:20 -0500 Received: from sonic.segaoa.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA14952 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 12:17:16 -0500 Received: from blackhole.segaoa.com by sonic.segaoa.com (5.0/SMI-SVR4) id AA22189; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 09:22:35 +0800 Received: by blackhole.segaoa.com with Microsoft Mail id <2F5DE79E@blackhole.segaoa.com>; Wed, 08 Mar 95 09:21:34 PST From: "Wallis, Mike" To: Sonic mailing list Subject: My vote... Date: Wed, 08 Mar 95 09:20:00 PST Message-Id: <2F5DE79E@blackhole.segaoa.com> Encoding: 17 TEXT X-Mailer: Microsoft Mail V3.0 content-length: 494 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I'd like to place a vote for my favorite Freedom Fighter... Who other than Sonic himself!? Besides, I'm paid to say that anyway... :) (In all honesty, I am probably more partial to Tails, but don't tell anyone.) Hmmm... I don't know why the Saturday series was cancelled. As I mentioned before, we're pretty much out of the loop when it comes to non-game related things. Perhaps you folks should do the letter writing thing to the show's producers in an effort to save it? -Mike From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 14:00:33 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA15890 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 14:00:24 -0500 Received: from serv0.cae.wisc.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA15885 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 14:00:22 -0500 Received: from sun-2.cae.wisc.edu (sun-2.cae.wisc.edu [144.92.20.141]) by serv0.cae.wisc.edu (8.6.10 CAE/8.6.10) with ESMTP id NAA21490 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 13:05:44 -0600 From: James Firmiss Received: (firmiss@localhost) by sun-2.cae.wisc.edu (8.6.10 CAE/8.6.9) id NAA28794 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 13:06:21 -0600 Message-Id: <199503081906.NAA28794@sun-2.cae.wisc.edu> Subject: Re: Who's your favorite Freed... To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Wed, 8 Mar 95 13:06:21 CST In-Reply-To: <950308024450_42863799@aol.com>; from "BBlaze@aol.com" at Mar 8, 95 2:44 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.3 PL0] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I find it tough to say who my favorite freedom fighter is but when I really get down to it I'd have to give a vote for the title character himself Sonic the Hedgehog! This is odd because I usually root for the annoying sidekick :) I guess Tails isn't annoying enough. Don't get me wrong. I found it a real toss-up between Sonic, Tails, Sally, and Rotor. They're all great characters (well they screwed up Rotor in the 2nd season). For me, Bunnie and Dulcy lose because of their voices. I've never been a big fan of the 'Southern Belle' accent and Dulcy's voice is just too high and squeaky. Antoine could use some character development (or just some improvement... he's just TOO bumbling) His high point this season was when Snivley tortured him by screwing up crepes and escargot (sp? I could never spell those French things)). -- "Margarine!!! Ha ha ha ha!!" -- Snivley James Firmiss -- firmiss@cae.wisc.edu From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 14:02:07 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA15904 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 14:02:06 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA15899 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 14:02:04 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id NAA08345 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 13:07:29 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Wed, 8 Mar 95 13:15 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0HZEL002 Wed, 08 Mar 95 12:48:04 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503081248.0HZEL00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Wed, 08 Mar 95 12:48:04 Subject: Re: where is everyone? To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Hay, why don't we have some kind of emmy's? We could have it for sonic, you know best male, best female and so one. A strange idea but an idea none the less. Craig / Tails "Danger: Low Flying Happy Fun Fox Zone" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 14:02:34 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA15915 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 14:02:33 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA15909 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 14:02:32 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id NAA08341 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 13:07:28 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Wed, 8 Mar 95 13:15 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0HZDA001 Wed, 08 Mar 95 12:48:01 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503081248.0HZDA00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Wed, 08 Mar 95 12:48:01 Subject: Just thought you should know To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Well, after checking, I find that I do not get the a.f.s-h news group. Bummer. Craig / Tails "Danger: Low Flying Happy Fun Fox Zone" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 15:01:28 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA16249 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 15:01:01 -0500 Received: from mik.uky.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA16244 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 15:00:58 -0500 Received: from nx39.mik.uky.edu by mik.uky.edu (NX5.67e/NX3.0M) id AA21784; Wed, 8 Mar 95 15:06:21 -0500 From: richard ray ii roberts Message-Id: <9503082006.AA21784@mik.uky.edu> Received: by nx39.mik.uky.edu (NX5.67e/NX3.0X) id AA14302; Wed, 8 Mar 95 15:03:47 -0500 Date: Wed, 8 Mar 95 15:03:47 -0500 Received: by NeXT.Mailer (1.100) Received: by NeXT Mailer (1.100) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Roboticization Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: One thing to keep in mind while considering what Uncle Chuck is capable of is that the Roboticizer creates a very close analogue of the original body. Down to coloration, sometimes. I'm not sure about the burp, but it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest that Chuck's body is capable of producing tears, or has somewhere to store 'food' after it's been consumed. I doubt it could be digested, or even tasted, although he would probably enjoy it for psychological reasons. And for my vote on favorite characters - oor. Prolly Bunnie, then Dulcy. Sally's great, but they've got more potential for interesting emotional conflicts. All For Exposing More Of Bunnie, Mouse P.S. - I think letter writing would be a GOOD idea. Anybody got an address to send complaints about the cancellation to? From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 15:42:51 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA16470 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 15:42:46 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA16465 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 15:42:44 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.10/8.6.10) with SMTP id PAA28208 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 15:48:05 -0500 Date: Wed, 8 Mar 1995 15:47:54 -0500 (EST) From: Ron Bauerle To: sonic@sard.mv.net CC: BAUERLE@engr.erie.ge.com Message-Id: <950308154754.72b@engr.erie.ge.com> Subject: ABC's address/phone number Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >From: richard ray ii roberts >P.S. - I think letter writing would be a GOOD idea. >Anybody got an address to send complaints about the cancellation to? >From my 12/11/94 post to r.a.a. when the fishheads moved the show time: ABC 77 West 66th Street New York, NY 10023 212-456-1000 (9-5 Eastern time, M-F, ask for Programming). Good luck, RDB From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 17:27:03 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA16856 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 17:26:52 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA16851 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 17:26:50 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id RAA19688; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 17:26:43 -0500 Date: Wed, 8 Mar 1995 17:26:42 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Where is everyone? In-Reply-To: <9503072102.0TJSU00@twty.chi.il.us> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Tue, 7 Mar 1995 craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us wrote: > You know, I know there are about 40 subscribers on this list but we only have > like 5-8 people who post. What happend? I use to get a least 17 messages a day > and now I'm lucky to find 5 a day. Many mailing lists, newsgroups, Compu$erve forums, Fido echo's, etc. have a few people who post often, many who post every now and then, and a large number who (for whatever reason) never post. It's really normal and to be expected. > can all read them. I kind of like to poll a question to all on the list. Which > of the freedom fighters is your favorit? I like Tails the best. So I guess > that's one vote for tails. :) It had taken me a while to decide, but Tails is my favorite too. It might have been Sonic himself, but the "Drood Henge" episode was mostly responsible for Tails becoming my favorite. Rotor is the first one I got to like. And as long as you called this a poll, don't forget to compile results and post a summary (g). -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 17:48:16 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA16885 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 17:48:01 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA16880 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 17:48:00 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id RAA20327; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 17:47:53 -0500 Date: Wed, 8 Mar 1995 17:47:53 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Chili Dogs and Friends In-Reply-To: <199503080406.XAA04408@acmey.gatech.edu> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Tue, 7 Mar 1995 gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu wrote: > I thought Uncle Chuck WAS fully robotocized. As I understand it, he was mostly (more than Bunnie) but not totally roboticized. > Of course, this could open up a new thread as to how the robots go about > repleneshing their energy supplies. Drawing a similarity here, Data on > ST:TNG has the ability to eat, and, depending on what books you read and > which episodes you watch, he can even glean certain nutrients from the food > that help his android components. Cmdr. Data isn't the only one. In the movie "Not Quite Human", the boy robot can eat, too. But his "stomach" is merely a garbage disposal. > Like several people (including myself) have argued, the date references should > not be used to support Mobius being a future Earth. For one thing, it [snip] > oblivion and the Earth started over with other animals (after all, doesn't > the sun have about 5 billion years of life left?), which use a date system > based on an event other than Christ's birth (the Second Coming, perhaps? > well...let's not get into Mobian religion just yet :-)...) But then how > would one go about explaining the many things that just happened to appear > once again? Chili dogs? France? The English and French languages? And > what about the magic of Mobius, such as the Time Stones or 'The Void'? > Also hard to explain in a future Earth. Our sun does have several billion years left. But if Mobius is not a future earth, it can't be in our solar system. No other planet in our planet can support such living things. I did once before post that Mobius could be using a different date system; some cultures on Earth do too. But we don't know what event was designated as Year 0 or 1 (where did they begin numbering?). As for religion on Mobius, I've seen no clear indication what, if any, religion(s) is/are practiced there. It is possible that they could develop chili dogs without any knowledge of Earth (but not necessarily exactly like ours), but duplication of the French language, culture, and planetary region is highly unlikely. I would agree that the Time Stones and Deep Power Stones would be hard to explain for a future Earth. > I still say that Mobius exists in a universe parallel in many ways to our > own, and that Mobius is the Earth of that universe. I'm currently working Not necessarily another universe. The explored area of our universe is already thought to be much smaller than the entirety of our universe. Data gathered from the "outer edges" is millions, even billions, of years old by the time it is received here, and we cannot predict what is in those places right now. The laws of physics might be different in other parts of the universe. Not different in a random way, but different in some scientifically explainable way if only we had the needed information. -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 22:08:17 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA17601 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 22:07:53 -0500 Received: from oistrakh.msen.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA17596 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 22:07:51 -0500 Received: from garnet.msen.com (garnet.msen.com [148.59.1.11]) by oistrakh.msen.com (8.6.9/8.6.9) with SMTP id WAA15337 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 22:13:12 -0500 Received: by garnet.msen.com (Smail3.1.28.1 #12) id m0rmYf6-0013F2C; Wed, 8 Mar 95 22:13 EST Message-Id: Date: Wed, 8 Mar 95 22:13 EST From: wilmoth@garnet.msen.com (Jamie Wilmoth) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Who's your favorite Freed... Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: James, while I can forgive you for not voting for Bunnie, taking the time to spefically target the goddess' VOICE is unforgiveable. Prepare to note large, deep, rabbit-shaped footprints all over your favorite flowerbed! -Ronnie, loves the accent- could you tell? From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 22:20:01 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA17615 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 22:20:00 -0500 Received: from oistrakh.msen.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA17610 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 22:19:58 -0500 Received: from garnet.msen.com (garnet.msen.com [148.59.1.11]) by oistrakh.msen.com (8.6.9/8.6.9) with SMTP id WAA15448 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 22:25:24 -0500 Received: by garnet.msen.com (Smail3.1.28.1 #12) id m0rmYqt-0013F2C; Wed, 8 Mar 95 22:25 EST Message-Id: Date: Wed, 8 Mar 95 22:25 EST From: wilmoth@garnet.msen.com (Jamie Wilmoth) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Chili Dogs and Friends Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: As far as the Mobian history I favor an Earth-*related* background, but don't really think of it as Earth. As Mouse (Richard) has pointed out, there seems to be a clear distinction between 'native' (completely unEarthlike) species, like the flying insects and birds; and humanoid animals of familiar types. Pet theory: genetic engeneering of animals on Earth a few millenia ago, who (as we humans are wont to do) got sent out on all the early space missions- thus they're MUCH more widely spread than the humans are. There's two possibilities for the parallels in this case. One, they're fine- everything got imported however long ago from Earth, albeit sometimes in corrupted forms. This would require a more recent exodus from earth,  no more than one or two generations, I think, otherwise the accents (for example) would no longer be at all recognizeable. Option 2: we're seeing the adventures 'filtered'- ie, everything that happens is actually very, very alien, butthe storyteller is replacing elements with ones familiar to us. For example, Antoine does not speak with a french accent, but he comes from a culture with a strong tradition of history and cuisine, and is somewhat effeminate, fitting our American stereotypes of the French, so french is used. Sonic doesn't like chili dogs, but some hideously unhealthy food made of undefined meat byproducts; etc, etc. This lets you put Mobius pretty much whenever and wherever you want, and doesn't require a connection to Earth *at all*, but then you'd be forced to assume *nothing* is as its shown on the show. Sonic isn't a hedgehog, but a purple screecher. I think I prefer option one... -Ronnie From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 8 23:59:10 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA17692 for sonic-ll; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 23:58:58 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA17687 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 23:58:56 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id XAA20867 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 23:04:27 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Wed, 8 Mar 95 23:14 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0W58U007 Wed, 08 Mar 95 22:52:56 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503082252.0W58U00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Wed, 08 Mar 95 22:52:56 Subject: Re: who's your favorite freed To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I thing all the freedom fighters are cool. Ok, i'll compile the poll on friday. Maybe someone can put it in the faq file or not. :) Craig / Tails "Danger: Low Flying Happy Fun Fox Zone" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 00:02:07 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA17742 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:02:06 -0500 Received: from spot.Colorado.EDU by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA17737 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:02:04 -0500 Received: from Freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU (freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU [140.226.1.8]) by spot.Colorado.EDU (8.6.10/8.6.9/CNS-3.5) with ESMTP id WAA27408 for ; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 22:07:36 -0700 Received: (from av643@localhost) by Freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU (8.6.8/8.6.6) id WAA06283; Wed, 8 Mar 1995 22:07:21 -0700 Date: Wed, 8 Mar 1995 22:07:21 -0700 Message-Id: <199503090507.WAA06283@Freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU> From: av643@Freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU (Dan Ramos) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Where is everyone? Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Hmm... who's our favorite freedom fighters? It should be obvious! :) SONIC RULES!! :) But I digress, buds, I DO hafta admit I think Tails HASTA tie in this 'favorite' catagory for me. He's a little guy, but he's real kewl and maybe better in some ways (he can fly 'n all...even if he's not QUITE as fast as Sonic). As for our favorite female freedom fighters... yeah! Sal takes the cake for sure! I figured I'd throw in my own teo rings. :) Laters! From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 00:19:22 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA17776 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:19:20 -0500 Received: from holodeck.cc.vt.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA17771 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:19:18 -0500 Message-Id: <199503090519.AAA17771@sard.mv.net> Received: from jpegnato.async.vt.edu by holodeck.cc.vt.edu with SMTP (8.6.10/16.2) id AAA19136; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:24:48 -0500 X-Sender: jpegnato@mail.vt.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Thu, 09 Mar 1995 00:25:19 +0500 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: jpegnato@vt.edu (Jeffrey Pegnato) Subject: time travel (wuz chili dogs & friends) X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >>And what about the magic of Mobius, such as the Time >>Stones...[NOP!] > > I've always had this bad feeling about time travel. It's either possible >or impossible. If it was possible, wouldn't people be coming back into time >and visiting us? Eventually, time machines will be sold in 7-11s like >batteries and anybody could use one. By that time, all the psycos would've >gone back in time and screwed the human race to extinction. There is only >one scenario that I can think of were time travel is possible: the government >became so powerful that it can monitor every move we make. This way, nobody >can use their time machines other than their most trusted politicians. > > -B.B. "Most trusted politicians" - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! That is the BEST oxymoron I've heard in a LONG time.... About time travel: As far as Modern Physics may dictate our understanding of time travel, it would be impossible (remember Sally: "time travel violates all the laws of physics") However, it is possible to slow time down using Einstein's theory of relativity... Consider a mother of age 25, with a daughter age 2. If the mother goes into space (in a rocket) & travels at 99% of the speed of light for 30 years, when she returns to Earth, she will have aged 4 years, while her daughter will have aged 30! The mother is 3 yrs. younger than her daughter! (I didn't bother to put the equations in...they are tedious & boring - if you don't believe me, send me an E-mail and I'll send 'em to ya :) ) That is the closest thing there is to "time travel" in our universe (as we understand it today) , but since there is still so much unexplained evidence of what we don't know, one may not rule out the possibility... This is the reason why "magic" portrayed in Sonic could in fact be real...it isn't really "magic", it is just not understood by the amazed spectators... Another example: immagine a scientist traveling back in time to the dark ages... let's say he/she demonstrated the use of a magnet to the people of that time. What would the likely result be? Simple - a mob of people screaming "WITCH" & crying out to kill the "magican" who was obviously a servent of Lucifer. We today can't fully relate to how those people might have felt to see such a "strange" occurrence. - but we CAN relate to what the future will eventually bring- more "magic" You might also remember that one of the 1st season shows had a magician who took Sonic's speed away - By using the electronic belt he was wearing! Remember:magic is only an illusion - and usually only the magician knows the secret........ (I'm just trying to show that Mobius could in fact be a future Earth - I feel like the only one, though) ***I belive T.V. is very educational...whenever someone turns on the T.V., I go into the next room and read a good book.*** jpegnato@vt.edu Jeffrey Pegnato From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 00:27:22 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA17798 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:27:21 -0500 Received: from holodeck.cc.vt.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA17793 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:27:19 -0500 Message-Id: <199503090527.AAA17793@sard.mv.net> Received: from jpegnato.async.vt.edu by holodeck.cc.vt.edu with SMTP (8.6.10/16.2) id AAA20938; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:32:41 -0500 X-Sender: jpegnato@mail.vt.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Thu, 09 Mar 1995 00:33:13 +0500 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: jpegnato@vt.edu (Jeffrey Pegnato) Subject: Vote on character (wuz: Where is everyone?) X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >: > > I kind of like to poll a question to all on the list. Which of > > the freedom fighters is your favorit? > >Princess Sally. [deletions] >Chris,, Sally all the way! She has my vote also! (being a longtime drooling Sally fanboy just MIGHT be influencing my decision, though ;)~~~ ) Is it just me, or does anyone else find it ironic that no one has voted for SONIC yet? (he IS the main character, after all) >PS: For the "Is Mobius a Future Earth?" thread-- how else could >you explain the very thick American accents? :) Yup. Just another example why you can't rule out Mobius being Earth. (another is on a message I just posted about time travel) (and I have a message threed of about a dozen MORE reasons...but that's not important right now) ***I belive T.V. is very educational...whenever someone turns on the T.V., I go into the next room and read a good book.*** jpegnato@vt.edu Jeffrey Pegnato From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 00:28:14 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA17809 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:28:13 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA17804 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:28:11 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id AAA13387; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:28:09 -0500 Date: Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:28:08 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: Post Sonic Subject: Welcome to Sonic Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: SONIC THE HEDGEHOG: INTERNET DENIZENS FOR A FREE MOBIUS Welcome to the only mailing list that's way past cool -- Sonic the Hedgehog (tm) ! 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This group is not widely propogated. alt.toon-pics This Usenet group was supposed to be replaced by a.b.p.c but some sites continue to carry a.t.p too/instead. alt.binaries.sounds.cartoons A Usenet group for posting digitized sound files related to cartoons. This group is not widely propogated. Veronica Try looking up the word "hedgehog" and a *few* Sonic files should turn up. Most of what you'll find will not be at all related to Sonic. ftp Another ftp site is ftp.primenet.com, then cd /users/r/rotor. This has the same files as the Web site below. WWW Sega has a home page (http://www.segaoa.com/), but you won't find much information there, but have your credit card ready (g). Another home page is http://www.primenet.com/~rotor. You'll find some Sonic stories there. You'll find some images at another home page which is http://www.ysu.edu/~ptighe/sonic.html. Juice time, outta here! "Sonic the Hedgehog" and "Sega" are registered trademarks of SEGA of America. -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 00:39:28 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA17837 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:39:27 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA17832 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:39:26 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id AAA13530; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:39:23 -0500 Date: Thu, 9 Mar 1995 00:39:23 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Vote on character (wuz: Where is everyone?) In-Reply-To: <199503090527.AAA17793@sard.mv.net> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Thu, 9 Mar 1995, Jeffrey Pegnato wrote: > Is it just me, or does anyone else find it ironic that no one has voted for > SONIC yet? (he IS the main character, after all) Sonic himself did get a few "split" votes for favorite. He almost became my favorite. As for the females, Sally is my favorite. I do like Bunnie, but her rabbitality ("personality" doesn't seem appropos) just isn't quite right for her to be my favorite. One thing I wonder about, though. Should Nicole be considered "just" a computer, or counted as another Freedom Fighter? Nicole's intro in the Archie comics made her more of a character than she's been in the cartoons. -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 08:41:19 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA18480 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 08:41:00 -0500 Received: from mik.uky.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA18475 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 08:40:57 -0500 Received: from nx32.mik.uky.edu by mik.uky.edu (NX5.67e/NX3.0M) id AA13117; Thu, 9 Mar 95 08:46:34 -0500 From: richard ray ii roberts Message-Id: <9503091346.AA13117@mik.uky.edu> Received: by nx32.mik.uky.edu (NX5.67e/NX3.0X) id AA01035; Thu, 9 Mar 95 08:42:12 -0500 Date: Thu, 9 Mar 95 08:42:12 -0500 Received: by NeXT.Mailer (1.100) Received: by NeXT Mailer (1.100) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: The replies! The replies! Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Er - Jeff, as far as I can tell, though I'm not keeping count, Sonic's got like half the votes. Or only slightly less than Tails, at least. Seems odd, really. Tails I can understand, but I really have no idea what anbody could see in Sonic. As for Ronnie's overview, I personally agree with it except for one thing - the accents could actually last quite some time, or even be recreated. After 500 years it becomes rather unlikely, but far from impossible. And the colonists would have to have been there for a while, at least, because Nicole refers to the Wolf Pack's culture as 'ancient'. Of course, she might be referring to their derivations back on earth... but most likely, they were simply one of the first cultures built up by the colonists, and have retained their integrity. Which as I've said before makes me wonder if the Great War wasn't against Earth. Besides, the tall vs. dwarf trait in the populations seems to be a simple mendelian trait, (implying that Sally's mother was dwarf, but not requiring it). For this to be true of ALL these species, which it seems to be (and even the humans! Robotnik is tall, and Snively is dwarf.) would almost certainly require that they be genetically engineered. Ditto interbreeding of any sort. Arguing Biology, Mouse From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 11:17:56 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA18941 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 11:17:04 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA18936 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 11:16:50 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA25880; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 11:22:22 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA21092; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 11:22:19 -0500 Message-Id: <9503091622.AA21092@edmund> Subject: Species Arguments To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Thu, 9 Mar 1995 11:22:18 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Ich bin ein Mobian! ...or something like that. Anyway, thought I'd clear up a few points: I was asked by Ron Bauerle, now that I have introduced the character of Sally's mother in "Bloodlines," as to the mother's species. I haven't found a neat way to work it into the narrative without making it sound like I shoehorned it in. Still, I DO have 8 more chapters to go. Anyway, I belong to the "Sally Takes After Her Mother" school of thought so (IMHO) Queen Alicia was, like her daughter, a ground squirrel. Yet that raised another question for me: how would a Mobian answer the question? Do they see themselves as distinct species, or are what we call "species" to them merely what we'd call "races"? If you asked a Mobian "What are you?" you might be more likely to hear "Mobian" than "A rabbit/fox/whatever." It would go a long way toward explaining what we'd label interspecies mating (cf. the finale of "Sally's Quest" from _In Your Face_ #1). Robotics: I'll be giving a more detailed explanation in the course of Bloodlines, Chapter 6, but it would appear that there is organic life under there. I have trouble with the notion of a being becoming totally mechanized; seems to me that at least some of the organs and systems would be intact but "exploited" by the mechanics in a host-parasite relationship. It would help explain, for instance, how Uncle Chuck could have retained his old personality. Favorite characters: depends on my mood. Sally has to get the nod simply because she's the classiest one of the bunch, at least as far as the animated show was concerned. It may be too early to notice, but in my heart of hearts I have high hopes for Rosie becoming a fave if the comics writers continue on. I've always felt that Knothole needed an *eminence grise* to keep the young whippersnappers in line ;-) , and Rosie could fill that role nicely. Later today I'll try to sweet-talk the computer center into installing NETSCAPE on my machine; then maybe I can find out what all the fanart fuss has been about. || || || ___------__ || || |\__-- /\ _- || Daniel J. Drazen || | / __ _ || || //\ / \ /__ || drazen@andrews.edu || | o| 0|__ --_ || || \\____-- __ \ ___ - || Custodian of one of the || (@@ __/ / /_ || Sonic the Hedgehog FAQ Files || -_____--- --_ || || // \ \\ - || || //|\__/ \\ ___- || TO RULE WITH HONOR || \_-\_____/ \-\ || || // \\--\| || || ____// ||_ ||___________________________________ || /___//_\ /___\ || ascii Sonic by Han J. Lee || || ---------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 12:51:58 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA19166 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 12:51:52 -0500 Received: from ns2.ac.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA19161 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 12:51:50 -0500 Received: from jaguar.ac.edu by ns2.ac.edu (4.1/SMI-4.1) id AA17143; Thu, 9 Mar 95 13:02:36 EST Received: by jaguar.ac.edu (wcGATE v4) id 40638W Thu, 9 Mar 1995 16:54:02 GMT From: rhaynie@jaguar.ac.edu (Robert Haynie) Subject: re:who's your favorite freedom fighter Date: Thu, 9 Mar 1995 14:57:43 GMT Message-Id: <95030912540216184@jaguar.ac.edu> Organization: Augusta College, Augusta GA To: sonic@sard.mv.net Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Well, for me it's a tie between Bunnie Rabbot (Ah-Whoooo!) and the often put-upon but culturally superior Antoine. Yes, I said Antoine. I have to respect him for various reasone-- 1. He is not physically courageous, but still he always tries. 2. He is the logest suffering member of the team. 3. He knows how to cook. With style. (I suspect that if he meets with Snively again, he'll likely go for the needle-nosed litle twit's throat with z5^e 's-1 From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 12:52:02 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA19155 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 12:51:48 -0500 Received: from ns2.ac.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA19149 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 12:51:46 -0500 Received: from jaguar.ac.edu by ns2.ac.edu (4.1/SMI-4.1) id AA17147; Thu, 9 Mar 95 13:02:37 EST Received: by jaguar.ac.edu (wcGATE v4) id 40639W Thu, 9 Mar 1995 16:54:02 GMT From: rhaynie@jaguar.ac.edu (Robert Haynie) Subject: re:My favorite freedom fighter Date: Thu, 9 Mar 1995 15:02:38 GMT Message-Id: <95030912540216185@jaguar.ac.edu> Organization: Augusta College, Augusta GA To: sonic@sard.mv.net Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I guess it's another vote for Bunnie Rabbot. Wurf. Rob From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 13:23:54 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA19255 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 13:23:43 -0500 Received: from seagoon.newcastle.edu.au by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA19250 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 13:23:35 -0500 Received: from scorch.UUCP (uucp@localhost) by seagoon.newcastle.edu.au (8.6.10/8.6.10) with UUCP id EAA24374 for sard.mv.net!sonic; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 04:29:22 +1000 Received: from brushtail.hna.com.au by scorch.hna.com.au with smtp tap_id root (Smail 3.1.28.1 #10) id m0rmliJ-000VutC; Fri, 10 Mar 95 04:09 EST Received: (from cjb@localhost) by brushtail.hna.com.au (8.6.9/8.6.9) id EAA11977; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 04:15:43 +1000 Date: Fri, 10 Mar 1995 04:15:43 +1000 From: Chris Baird Message-Id: <199503091815.EAA11977@brushtail.hna.com.au> To: sonic@sard.mv.net In-reply-to: wilmoth@garnet.msen.com's message of 10 Mar 1995 02:32:30 +1000 Subject: Re: Chili Dogs and Friends Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Earlier on, there was a bit of worry over the composition of said Chili dogs and whatever social ramifications this would mean... Maybe they're made only of chili peppers?? :) -- Chris,, (Ooh, there aren't any sapient plants on Mobius, is there?) From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 16:33:11 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA20028 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 16:32:59 -0500 Received: from serv0.cae.wisc.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA20023 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 16:32:56 -0500 Received: from sun-32.cae.wisc.edu (sun-32.cae.wisc.edu [144.92.69.182]) by serv0.cae.wisc.edu (8.6.10 CAE/8.6.10) with ESMTP id PAA02249 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 15:39:08 -0600 From: James Firmiss Received: (firmiss@localhost) by sun-32.cae.wisc.edu (8.6.10 CAE/8.6.9) id PAA20307 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 15:39:05 -0600 Message-Id: <199503092139.PAA20307@sun-32.cae.wisc.edu> Subject: Archie Princess Sally Miniseries #2 To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Thu, 9 Mar 95 15:39:04 CST In-Reply-To: <9503091622.AA21092@edmund>; from "Dan Drazen" at Mar 9, 95 11:22 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.3 PL0] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Well.. Either everyone's too busy talking about theories of time travel and who their best character is to notice.. but the next installment of the Princess Sally Miniseries "Deadliest of the Species" is in. (At least I got it at my local comic shop yesterday) For those interested we seem to have the same bunch... Cover: Art Mawhinney and D'Agostino Script: Mike Kanterovich & Ken Penders Pencils: Art Mawhinney Inks: Rich Kislowski Letters: Mindy Eisman Colors: Barry Grossman Editor: Scott Fulop Managing Director: Victor Gorelick Editor-in-Cheif: Richard Goldwater (as always) Sploilers ahead... [warning warning warning warning warning warning warning warning warning] Quick Recap of Part I Here we meet Sally and the 'Freedom Fighters: The Next Generation' (FF:TNG). ( Hamlin [pig], Penelope [platypus], Arlo [armadillo], Dylan [porcupine?] ) Sally meets 'Former Secret Agent Geoffery St. John' [skunk]' while trying to destroy the first of three energy substations needed to cripple Robotnik's defensive Net. St. John joins the group and he helps take out the 2nd substation. The FF:TNG don't like his additude though (especially Hamlin). Sally trusts St. John and belives in his ability to help the group. At the end of Part I however... we see St. John wander off while everyone is asleep... 'teleport' to a laboratory somewhere, and look what appears to be a duplicate of Sally in a chamber. --------------- Now for Part II We open with Hamlin and Geoffery in another spat. Sally breaks it up and tells Geoffery that they've gotta work together as a team instead of fighting against each other. Afterwards they prepare to take on the third substation. Its inside an atoll* so they hang-glide their way in. On their approach Arlo's glider is shot and he crashes in the trees. After landing, they find Arlo on the ground with a broken leg. Penelope stays with him as the others go to the substation. ( * An atoll is a ringlike island that encloses a lagoon ) -- Webster & the Miniseries Editors. They get in easily but as they're setting up explosives, Sally is caught by one of Robotnik's Octo-Pods. Hamlin and Dylan try to discract the octo-pod and also get caught. Geoffery uses the distraction to plant an explosive under the octo-pod. Sally, Hamlin and Dylan are let go when Sally sprays paint in the the octo-pod's eyes. They all escape in the nick of time. They return to where they left Arlo and Penelope and find them missing (no sign of trouble and no tracks leading anywhere). Sally figures if they left under their own will or not.. its a sign of trouble and should get the others out of there. Hours later, back at camp, Arlo and Penelope haven't returned. Shortly before dawn, while the others are asleep, we see St John taking Sally with her (she's asleep).. teleporting to that lab as before.. and placing Sally in a chamber identicle to the one we saw the 'other' Sally. St. John contacts Central Command (Robotnik) and tells him of his success in gaining the FF:TNG's trust and exchanging Sally. The next morning we see Sally (the duplicate), Hamlin and Dylan ready to raid Robotropolis.. Hamlin wonders about St. John but Sally doesn't seem worried about him.... Meanwhile... St. John is bringing Sally (in the chamber) to Robotnik. Robotnik figures with the Sally-duplicate in place, the others are sure to fall into his trap and after Sally's been Roboticized, the rebellion will fall. All part of the Master Plan of Ivo Robotnik! --- Well.. this brings up some interesting questions: Which side is Geoffery St. John on? What happened to Arlo and Penelope? What's Robotnik's EVIL(tm) plan? My comments in another post. -- "Margarine!!! Ha ha ha ha!" -- Snively James Firmiss -- firmiss@cae.wisc.edu From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 19:10:30 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA20402 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 19:10:23 -0500 Received: from mail02.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA20397 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 19:10:22 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail02.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA056244535; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 19:15:35 -0500 Date: Thu, 9 Mar 1995 19:15:35 -0500 Message-Id: <950309191514_44658281@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Chili Dogs and Friends Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: There's a theory that since the universe is infinite (as far as we know) and since there are an infinte number of other universes (?) anything that can happen, does happen. So talking animals, chili dogs, French customs, and English languages are not impossible to find on other planets. -B.B. "Portable molecular decomposer. I want one." -Cid Gomez, Tek War From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 19:33:02 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA20556 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 19:32:56 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA20551 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 19:32:54 -0500 Received: from usr3.primenet.com (root@usr3.primenet.com [198.68.32.13]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with ESMTP id RAA28916 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 17:38:36 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr3.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.5) id RAA27015; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 17:38:35 -0700 Date: Thu, 9 Mar 1995 17:38:34 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Chili Dogs and Friends In-Reply-To: <950309191514_44658281@aol.com> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Thu, 9 Mar 1995 BBlaze@aol.com wrote: > There's a theory that since the universe is infinite (as far as we know) > and since there are an infinte number of other universes (?) anything that > can happen, does happen. So talking animals, chili dogs, French customs, and > English languages are not impossible to find on other planets. > YES!!! Someone else in this world besides me, believes in that! I sum it up into one sentence . . . "If you can imagine it, it probably exists." Mobius exists, Sonic exists, it all exists. That's it and thats all! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How do you spot an honest lawyer?" "No one knows . . ." --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lawyer jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 21:45:05 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA20838 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 21:44:39 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA20833 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 21:44:38 -0500 Received: from usr2.primenet.com (root@usr2.primenet.com [198.68.32.12]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with ESMTP id TAA17832 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 19:50:15 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr2.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.5) id TAA29264; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 19:50:14 -0700 Date: Thu, 9 Mar 1995 19:50:13 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Newsgroup Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: YES!!!!!! Primenet finally started carrying the Sonic newsgroup, so now I can post to it with everyone else! I made my newsgroup debut tonight by posting "The Power of Love" which someone reccomended I post. So, if you have the group and you missed the story, I just posted it. See ya' in cyberspace! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How do you spot an honest lawyer?" "No one knows . . ." --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lawyer jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 21:48:15 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA20852 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 21:48:14 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA20847 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 21:48:12 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.10/8.6.10) with SMTP id VAA18278 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 21:53:51 -0500 Date: Thu, 9 Mar 1995 21:53:46 -0500 (EST) From: Ron Bauerle To: sonic@sard.mv.net CC: BAUERLE@engr.erie.ge.com Message-Id: <950309215346.1908@engr.erie.ge.com> Subject: Re: Species Arguments Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) >Anyway, I belong to the "Sally Takes After Her Mother" school of thought >so (IMHO) Queen Alicia was, like her daughter, a ground squirrel. "was"??? Does that mean she dies in the story? :^| RDB From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 21:49:40 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA20863 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 21:49:39 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA20858 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 21:49:38 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.10/8.6.10) with SMTP id VAA18326 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 21:55:21 -0500 Date: Thu, 9 Mar 1995 21:55:16 -0500 (EST) From: Ron Bauerle To: sonic@sard.mv.net Message-Id: <950309215516.1908@engr.erie.ge.com> Subject: Re: Newsgroup Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >I made my newsgroup debut tonight by posting "The Power of Love" which >someone reccomended I post. I know I did... >So, if you have the group and you missed the story, I just posted it. Did you crosspost to alt.fan.furry? They might appreciate it too... RDB From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 22:18:26 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA20893 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 22:18:25 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA20888 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 22:18:22 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.10/8.6.10) with SMTP id WAA19785 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 22:24:05 -0500 Date: Thu, 9 Mar 1995 22:23:59 -0500 (EST) From: Ron Bauerle To: sonic@sard.mv.net CC: aa2043@freenet.lorain.oberlin.edu, bradclar@outb.wimsey.bc.ca, James.Walt@p4.f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, James.Walt@f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, pearse@rpi.edu, quozl@netcom.com, ray.rooney@dscmail.com, Steve.Roberts@f962.n102.z1.fidonet.org Message-Id: <950309222359.1908@engr.erie.ge.com> Subject: Something from Quozl Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: From: quozl@netcom.com (D.M. "Quozl" Falk) Subject: The Doomsday Pods (and roboticisation).... To: BAUERLE@engr.erie.ge.com (Ron Bauerle) Date: Mon, 6 Mar 1995 02:46:07 -0800 (PST) OK, feel free to pass this along to the Sonic list if you wish... It should explain more about how the Doomsday pods were manufactured, as well as how robotisation is accomplished.... As I've said before, nanites, or more accurately, applied nanobiotechnology. In Sonic's time, nanobiotechnology is a relatively old concept, which I believe is responsible for life on Mobius vis a vis terraforming projects. (More on that another time...) However, Robotnik applied this technology to forge the Doomsday pods, by dipping a skeletal frame into a vat of hot biometal (an organicly-created metal) that also contained the necessary nanite robots to forge and "grow" the components of the pods, even programming them. The technique applied is rather crude, but efficient for the job. Uncle Chuck's roboticiser is a far more advanced version of this, using applied transporter-type technology to rapidly transport nanites and the biometals in and out of the recipient's body, facilitating the least amount of biological damage, and retaining compatibility with the recipient. I suspect the usage was to allow individuals with lost or useless limbs a much fuller life. ....Quozl! From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 22:22:17 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA20904 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 22:22:16 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA20899 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 22:22:15 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.10/8.6.10) with SMTP id WAA20028 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 22:27:53 -0500 Date: Thu, 9 Mar 1995 22:27:48 -0500 (EST) From: Ron Bauerle To: sonic@sard.mv.net CC: BAUERLE@engr.erie.ge.com Message-Id: <950309222748.1908@engr.erie.ge.com> Subject: smtp%"sonic@sard.mv.net" Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >From: wilmoth@garnet.msen.com (Jamie Wilmoth) >James, while I can forgive you for not voting for Bunnie, taking the >time to spefically target the goddess' VOICE is unforgiveable. Prepare >to note large, deep, rabbit-shaped footprints all over your I thought you were going to say "back" :^) >favorite flowerbed! >-Ronnie, loves the accent- could you tell? Note the similarity to Rogue on X-Men, but Christine Cavanaugh isn't listed in the credits - guess those Southern accents aren't that tough to do :^) (Check out "The Critic"'s girlfriend, too...) RDB From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 23:32:46 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA20950 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 23:32:31 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA20945 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 23:32:29 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id XAA20793; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 23:32:22 -0500 Date: Thu, 9 Mar 1995 23:32:21 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Newsgroup In-Reply-To: Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Thu, 9 Mar 1995, David M. Pistone wrote: > Primenet finally started carrying the Sonic newsgroup, so now I can post > to it with everyone else! USIT already picked up a.f.s-h, even before I asked for them to do so. Maybe after getting them to pick up rec.music.hip-hop, they just didn't want me calling them again (g). So far -- and no surprise -- Delphi has not picked up the group, nor do I really expect they will. Not everyone here will be posting. I know one subscriber doesn't get alt.* groups and another subscriber isn't getting the group (not yet anyway). -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 23:58:30 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA20967 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 23:58:29 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA20960 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 23:58:24 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id XAA23755 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 23:04:09 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Thu, 9 Mar 95 23:09 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0W6KA002 Thu, 09 Mar 95 22:54:30 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503092254.0W6KA00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Thu, 09 Mar 95 22:54:30 Subject: Re: chili dogs and friends To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I'm with david (Rotor.) Just because there are a lot of things about mobius and earth that are the same doesn't mean that they are the same. Anyway, that's just my 2 mobiums worth. Craig / Tails "Danger: Low Flying Happy Fun Fox Zone" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 9 23:58:33 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA20976 for sonic-ll; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 23:58:32 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA20962 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 23:58:26 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id XAA23763 for ; Thu, 9 Mar 1995 23:04:12 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Thu, 9 Mar 95 23:09 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0W6L2003 Thu, 09 Mar 95 22:54:32 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503092254.0W6L200@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Thu, 09 Mar 95 22:54:32 Subject: Newsgroup To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I wish I could get that news group. Oh well, Maybe someday. :( Craig / Tails "Danger: Low Flying Happy Fun Fox Zone" (I got to come up with a new .sig) From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 10 00:16:31 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA21041 for sonic-ll; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 00:16:30 -0500 Received: from mik.uky.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA21036 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 00:16:28 -0500 Received: from nx35.mik.uky.edu by mik.uky.edu (NX5.67e/NX3.0M) id AA02362; Fri, 10 Mar 95 00:22:12 -0500 From: richard ray ii roberts Message-Id: <9503100522.AA02362@mik.uky.edu> Received: by nx35.mik.uky.edu (NX5.67e/NX3.0X) id AA03548; Fri, 10 Mar 95 00:21:08 -0500 Date: Fri, 10 Mar 95 00:21:08 -0500 Received: by NeXT.Mailer (1.100) Received: by NeXT Mailer (1.100) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Biometal?!? Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Guys, not meaning to be too harsh, but I've heard a lot of theories on this list and most of them could use a serious helping of Occam's Razor - which, to those who aren't familiar with it, is a theory on making theories that states that the simplest explanation is most often true. Or, to be a little less simple but more accurate, that the least fantastic explanation that still works is the best one. Nanites I can actually deal with for the pit itself, since that's about the only thing I can think of that would explain why that pit works in the first place, but you don't need to use any variation on normal metals. That's the only one I feel like pointing out, but it's a serious problem when folks start theorizing about things like this. Too Tired To Be Diplomatic, Mouse From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 10 02:19:57 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA21235 for sonic-ll; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 02:19:35 -0500 Received: from acmey.gatech.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA21230 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 02:19:33 -0500 From: gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu Received: (from gt6005a@localhost) by acmey.gatech.edu (8.6.9/8.6.9) id CAA21617 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 02:25:11 -0500 Message-Id: <199503100725.CAA21617@acmey.gatech.edu> Subject: Re: Chili Dogs and Friends To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Fri, 10 Mar 1995 02:25:10 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: from "David M. Pistone" at Mar 9, 95 05:38:34 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] Content-Type: text Content-Length: 1442 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > There's a theory that since the universe is infinite (as far as we know) > > and since there are an infinte number of other universes (?) anything that > > can happen, does happen. So talking animals, chili dogs, French customs, and > > English languages are not impossible to find on other planets. > > > > YES!!! Someone else in this world besides me, believes in that! > I sum it up into one sentence . . . > > "If you can imagine it, it probably exists." > > Mobius exists, Sonic exists, it all exists. That's it and thats all! > BINGO!!! In my own, long-winded way, that's what I was saying. Now if we can just start work on that inter-dimensional transportation device... ah, where's a scientific genious when you need one?? later---Kris -- *******Robin Hood (Kris Kelley) gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu***************** * fnord-42-froinlaven-cowabunga-the truth is out there-get out-spin dash * * are you pondering what I'm pondering?-welcome to the next level-yars!! * * finish him!-i hope i've shown you how to treat a lady-i'm a character! * ************************************************************************** * "Don't care what people say / Just follow your own way." - Enigma * * "I'm not sure that the world would be ready for 2 of me!" - P. O'Toole * * "Life: Am I taking this too personally?" - me * ************************************************************************** From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 10 08:16:02 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA21586 for sonic-ll; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 08:15:33 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA21581 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 08:15:30 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA26753; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 08:21:17 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA26424; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 08:21:17 -0500 Message-Id: <9503101321.AA26424@edmund> Subject: Re: Species Arguments To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Fri, 10 Mar 1995 08:21:16 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: <950309215346.1908@engr.erie.ge.com> from "Ron Bauerle" at Mar 9, 95 09:53:46 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > >Anyway, I belong to the "Sally Takes After Her Mother" school of thought > >so (IMHO) Queen Alicia was, like her daughter, a ground squirrel. > > "was"??? Does that mean she dies in the story? :^| > Since the story is already plotted out in my head, if not on screen, I tend to think of the entire story as being in the past tense. Besides, to quote good ol' #2: "That would be telling." Daniel J. Drazen drazen@andrews.edu ================================================================ "Not as much fun as pro-wrestling, but a lot more realistic." /\_/\ Garfield ( 0.0 ) > < From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 10 11:27:31 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA22296 for sonic-ll; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 11:27:00 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA22291 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 11:26:40 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA01366; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 11:32:10 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA10967; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 11:32:08 -0500 Message-Id: <9503101632.AA10967@edmund> Subject: SONIC FAQ File To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Fri, 10 Mar 1995 11:32:08 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: ___------__ |\__-- /\ _- |/ __ _ //\ / \ /__ | o| 0|__ --_ \\____-- __ \ ___ - (@@ __/ / /_ -_____--- --_ // \ \\ - //|\__/ \\ ___- \_-\_____/ \-\ // \\--\| ____// ||_ /___//_\ /___\ ascii Sonic by Han J. Lee |====================== THE SONIC FAQ FILE =====================| Mar 10, 1995 edition Compiled by: Daniel J. Drazen Contributors: Ron Bauerle, Brad Clark, Craig Moore, Michiyo Nakajima, Paula O'Keefe, Eric E. Pearson, Jeff Pegnato, Alessandro Sanasi, Erich Schulman, Fred Sloniker, Andy White Address all comments, corrections, contributions and flames to: drazen@andrews.edu **All new material for the week will be prefaced by two asterisks. I. FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS II. SOURCE DESCRIPTIONS A. SONIC THE HEDGEHOG EPISODE GUIDE B. SONIC COMICS DESCRIPTIONS C. OTHER SOURCES I. FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS ============================= Q1: How did Tails come to have two tails? Q2: Is "Tails" his real name? Q3: Is Tails related to Sally? He calls her "Aunt Sally" quite often. Q4: I can't figure out what kinds of animals some of the characters are supposed to be. Q5: "Sally Acorn?" Q6: How old are the characters supposed to be? Q7: What happened to the Princess Sally miniseries? Q8: Does anyone have a theory about Sonic's speed? ================================================================ Q1: How did Tails come to have two tails? A: The writers of Sonic comics solicited reader responses to this in issue #___; the replies were printed in issue #___. They range from transplantation to mutation. **The latest entry is in the Sonicgram of #22. It states that Tails just happened to be born that way--with no other comment (thus illustrating the difference between an Explanation and an Answer). At this point, there is no "official" explanation as to how Tails got that way, so you're pretty much free to believe what you like. Personally, I prefer the theory that it is a mutation, induced by Robotnik's pollution of Mobius. This would accord with the fact that Tails had not been born when Robotnik took over (cf. Q6). Q2: Is "Tails" his real name? A: No, his real name is "Miles Prower" (you have to say it sorta fast to get the joke). That was his name when he was introduced on the front screen of the Sonic 2 video game. Tails was given as his nickname, and it stuck. Q3: Is Tails related to Sally? He calls her "Aunt Sally" quite often. A:This argument has been put forward by the "Sally is a fox" camp (see below). However, if that were true, then he'd also be related to Bunnie, as he's been known to address her as "Aunt Bunnie." For that matter, it seems that everyone in the Knothole gang refers to Sir Charles Hedgehog as "Uncle Chuck," though he's technically only uncle to Sonic. While it was not explicitly stated in either the comics or in the cartoons, it has to be kept in mind that all of the freedom fighters' families were disrupted by Robotnik's takeover of Mobius. It's safe to assume that they all have had relatives who have ended up being roboticized. As a result, they have become not so much a paramilitary resistance group as a loose-knit family. Sonic, for instance, clearly relates to Tails as if the latter was his little brother, the difference in species notwithstanding. Q4: I can't figure out what kinds of animals some of the characters are supposed to be. A: Admittedly, it's trickier to spot some species in the series than others. Herewith is the list: Sonic and Sir Charles. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .hedgehogs Bunnie . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . rabbit Tails. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fox Rotor. . . . . . . . . . . . . .walrus (sea lion, cf. Teitelbaum) Antoine D'Coolette . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fox Sally Acorn. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ground squirrel/chipmunk Sally's father . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fox The identification of Sally as a ground squirrel is based on extended discussion of the topic on Internet {alt.fan.furry and rec.arts.animation). She was also declared to be a ground squirrel in the comics, most recently in the Sonicgram of Sonic #19. As for the designation "ground squirrel/chipmunk", which has been questioned by at least one correspondent, I entered it this way on the assumption that the two terms were synonymous. I have consulted a dictionary, which states that the term "ground squirrel" applies to several kinds of rodents, including the chipmunk genus _Tamias_. Given the present ambiguity, the designation will remain as is. Despite this, controversy continues. Identifying Sally's species has been particularly vexing to some fans, especially those who reason that since Sally's father is clearly a fox, then she must be one herself. It is possible that Sally takes after her mother in this regard more than her father. Cross-species mating is a definite possibility, and an example is implied in the "flashforward" at the end of "Sally's Crusade" [Sonic: In Your Face #1]. At this point, the identification of Sally's nanny, Rosie, remains ambiguous. Given her buck teeth, she could be either a beaver or a woodchuck. Since she is always shown wearing a long cloak, I've been unable to spot the character beaver tail. Final identification is still pending. Q5: "Sally Acorn"? A: This is how she was identified as far back as the beginning of the comics [Sonic Miniseries, #0, Mar 1993]. Technically, royalty do not have surnames or family names in the accepted sense; rather, the title of the personage tends to serve the purpose. Her middle name, Alicia, is apparently seldom used (cf. "Blast to the Past," part 1). If you wanted to be grandiose about it, Sally's formal title would be: Sally Alicia, Princess of the House of Acorn. But in any event it's unlikely that Sally's formal title will come back into use so long as Robotnik is in charge. Q6: How old are the characters supposed to be? A: According to the TV series ["Blast to the Past: part 1"] Sonic and Sally were both 5 years old when Sally's father was overthrown and Robotnik took over. Two other age clues were given in the "Drood Henge" episode: that Tails was 10 years old, and that Sally wouldn't "come of age" for another two years. At one point, Sally's age is explicitly given as being 16, though the comics reportedly put both at age 15. Subtracting 5 from 16 leaves the number of years Robotnik has been in charge: 11. Thus, it would appear that Tails was born after the fall of the House of Acorn. Still, the simplest way out of this dilemma would be to put the age of majority on Mobius at 17 instead of 18; that would eliminate the extra year differential without altering the stated ages of Sonic and Sally (in the comics) or of Tails (in "Drood Henge"). Q7: What happened to the Princess Sally miniseries? A: Archie Comics was supposed to roll out a three-part miniseries starring Sally as the main character. The story actually began with "Deadliest of the Species" in Sonic #20. The cover art for the miniseries, however, differs in subsequent advertisements: one cover for the first issue prominently features Geoffrey St. John, while another does not. The third issue cover either does or doesn't feature Sally doing battle with a clone of herself, depending upon where you see it. The fact that the Sally creative team PLUS Archie Comics PLUS Sega reportedly came together to discuss "improving" the series (as reported in the Sonicgram for Sonic #21) would seem to indicate that someone had come down with a case of "creative differences." In any event, the "improved" Sally miniseries began shipping the week of Feb 13. Q8: Does anyone have a theory about Sonic's speed? A: How, in other words, is Sonic able to run so fast? Apparently the same way you get to Carnegie Hall in the old joke: practice. I'm serious; here is the only print explanation I've come across so far: "Years ago, when things were right on Mobius, there lived a hedgehog named Sonic.... Sonic was only interested in running as fast as he could. Every day he practiced." [Michael Teitelbaum, _Sonic the Hedgehog_. Mahwah, NJ: Troll, 1993, pp.7- 8]. And that's the extent of Teitelbaum's explanation. Thanks a heap, Mike! ================================================================= NOTICE: The fact that episode and story summaries appear here means there is a good chance that you will encounter spoilers. This is your only notice! II. SOURCE DESCRIPTIONS A. SONIC THE HEDGEHOG EPISODE GUIDE 1. First Season: 1993-94 Super Sonic Writer: Jules Dennis When Nicole malfunctions, Sonic and Sally go to Robotropolis to get replacement parts. While there, they discover the Forbidden Zone and a being named Lezar. Lezar causes Sonic to lose his speed abilities, and teaches him that he can still accomplish things without it. Sonic Boom Writer: Len Janson While on a mission in Robotropolis, Sally intercepts a message which includes the use of her father's pet name for her. They follow the lead to the Dark Swamp and the remains of Ironlock Prison. In the process, a freedom fighter named Cat is captured. The freedom fighters gain maps to Robotropolis, but the search for Sally's father proves futile. Sonic and Sally Writers: Pat Allee and Ben Hurst Before becoming the principle writers for the second season, Allee and Hurst wrote this account of Sally's capture by Robotnik's forces. Sonic rescues what he thinks is Sally but what is instead a robot double. Back in Knothole, Tails begins to doubt Sally's behavior because of small details, such as how she reads a bedtime story. After first dismissing Tails' fears, Sonic also comes to realizes he's been dealing with a "Stepford Sally." Hooked on Sonics Writer: Randy Rogel In an attempt to impress Sally, Antoine tries to capture Robotnik by himself. He attempts to lure Robotnik into the open with the offer of a power ring, but Antoine is himself captured and Sonic has to rescue him. Ultra Sonic Writer: David Villaire While on a raid in Robotropolis, Sonic finds his Uncle Chuck as a robot worker in a crystal mine. Uncle Chuck recovers his mind and will long enough to help destroy a giant crystal which would have damaged the ecosystem of the entire planet. As Uncle Chuck loses control of his will, Sonic vows to return for him. Sonic's Nightmare Writer: Frank Santopadre The freedom fighters are captured and held on a deserted island refinery. Sonic must not only rescue them but he also has to deal with a recurring nightmare where he unable to prevent Sally's being roboticized. Warp Sonic Writer: Matt Uitz The freedom fighters discover an underground civilization called Lower Mobius and one of its citizens, Griff. Lower Mobius draws energy from a power crystal, but it is weakening. Feigning friendship, Griff visits Knothole and steals the power stone which is the source of the power rings. After fighting off some mechanical rats, the power stone is retrieved. Griff apologizes for his theft and is given a portion of the stone to aid Lower Mobius. Harmonic Sonic Writer: David Villaire After Robotnik launches a robot-manned orbiting space station to locate Knothole, the Knothole freedom fighters use a rocket booster to reach and destroy it. Sonic and the Secret Scrolls Writer: Janis Diamond The freedom fighters journey to Mauga (sp?) to recover some legendary scrolls, but Robotnik is tailing them. Robotnik's ship is hurled off a plateau by a violent wind, and the Knothole gang mistakenly believe he is finished. Will they make the same mistake at the end of the second season? Sub-Sonic Writer: Barbara Slade Sonic discovers a stream of water that makes plants grow at a fantastic rate. In their search for the source, the Knothole gang discover a subterranean creature whose habitat has been disturbed by Robotnik's drilling operations. Heads or Tails Writer: Len Janson On a raid of Robotropolis, Sonic runs into Muttski, his now- roboticized pet dog and vows to return him to normal someday. The freedom fighters also have to contend with a squadron of Buzzbombers carrying an orange defoliant [Agent Orange? Hmmmm...] intent on destroying the Great Forest and exposing Knothole. Artwork in this ep is decidedly off-model. Sonic Past Cool Writers: Kayte Kuch & Sheryl Scarborough Tails finds a baby terrapod and the freedom fighters escort the terrapod herd to Boulder Bay, where they will be safe from Robotnik. Sonic Racer Writer: Len Janson While on a mission to disable Robotnik's power generators, Sonic is tempted into participating in a contest against a super-fast robot designed to capture him. While he engages the bot, Bunnie, Sally and Antoine go after their target: Robotnik's back-up generator. 2. Second Season: 1994-95 Game Guy Sonic rescues someone from capture by Robotnik; he turns out to be Ari, a freedom fighter from another group. Ari directs Sonic to a place which turns out to be a trap. Sonic manages to escape (after Robotnik toys with him), but Ari--whose comrades were roboticized and who was himself deceived by Robotnik--is sucked into the Void. Before falling into the Void, Ari says something about a list of other freedom fighters. Sonic Conversion The Knothole gang test a deroboticizing process on Bunnie, whose partially-roboticized body is returned to normal. Sonic then goes after Uncle Chuck and is able to convince him to undergo the process. However, the process turns out to be only temporary as, in a poignant scene, Bunnie reverts to a half-robot. When Uncle Chuck reverts to robotic form, he captures Tails and Antoine for delivery to Robotnik; Sonic confronts him and manages to break the hold on Uncle Chuck's mind. Uncle Chuck returns to Robotropolis to work as a spy for the Knothole gang. No Brainer Sonic's thought processes are temporarily scrambled while on a mission in Robotropolis. Taking advantage of the situation, Snively convinces Sonic that they are friends. The disruption wears off just as the Knothole gang face imminent capture. Blast to the Past (two parts) Dulcy takes Sonic and Sally to a floating island where they use the Time Stones to return to Mobotropolis on the eve of the planet's conquest by Dr. Robotnik (then known as Julian, affiliated with the War Ministry and supposedly in charge of its dismantling). They also encounter themselves as 5-year-olds and learn that it was Sonic's Uncle Chuck who had perfected the roboticizer process in the first place, though Julian/Robotnik stole the process. Sally and Sonic work to keep their child selves from being roboticized, to prevent the Great Forest from being destroyed, and to make sure that Sally's nanny, Rosie, would not get captured. Fed Up With Antoine/Ghost Busted (back to back episodes) Feeling unappreciated, Antoine allows himself to be made "king" by a group of renegades, unaware that with the office comes the "honor" of being an entree./While out camping, Sonic's ghost story panics Tails, and Antoine once more demonstrates his ineptitude. Dulcy Dulcy begins having overpowering urges to fly to Dragonsnest, a nesting site for female dragons. She, Sonic and Sally, arrive just as Robotnik has captured another female dragon; they then discover the dragon's egg inside Dragonsnest. Taking the egg back to Knothole, they rescue the female dragon who returns in time to hatch the egg. The Void Sonic discovers an opening to the Void while out in the "Great Unknown" [another name for the Forbidden Zone?]. Sally and Bunnie are put under a spell and pulled into the Void by a sorcerer named Naugus, who had been imprisoned there years before by Robotnik and who needs Sonic's speed to escape. Sonic learns what has happened from Nicole and allows himself to be pulled into the Void. Attempting to rescue Sally and Bunnie, he is tricked into rescuing what he thinks is Sally's father but is really Naugus. Sonic returns to the Void and finds not only Sally and Bunnie but the King and Ari as well. He brings them all out, but Naugus and the King have spent so much time in the Void that their bodies cannot handle living on Mobius. Naugus breaks off his tormenting of Robotnik, and Sally's father gives her the list of other resistance groups. On the whole, Sally goes through the emotional rollercoaster ride of her life. The Odd Couple/Ro-Becca (back to back episodes) After a crash landing by Dulcy leaves Sonic homeless he moves in with Antoine, who predictably gets bent out of shape by Sonic's lifestyle./Rotor cobbles together a robot which develops the hots for Antoine. Cry of the Wolf The Knothole freedom fighters search for and discover the Wolf Pack, the remnants of an ancient race who are now one of the other resistance groups. After several unsuccessful attempts to destroy a test pod from the Doomsday Project, Sonic draws it into a lightning storm and destroys it. Drood Henge Sonic and Tails discover an archaeological dig by Robotnik; they learn from Nicole that the object of the search is the Deep Power Stones, and that Robotnik has recovered one of the two. Tails comes up with a plan to retrieve the second stone before Robotnik can get to it. Spyhog On the eve of final preparations of the Doomsday project, Robotnik begins to suspect that there is a spy in his midst. Uncle Chuck's cover is blown, but he escapes capture and goes back underground with a different cover. Doomsday In the season finale, a combined force of the five freedom fighter groups tries to destroy the Doomsday project. Robotnik, however, seems to have too many safeguards built in. As a last resort, Sonic and Sally use the Deep Power Stones. The Doomsday project is destroyed; Robotnik's fate is uncertain but Snively is ready to step into his shoes in a burst of megalomania and overacting. Cliffhanger: who or what does Snively have to help him? We'll never know: ABC chose not to run StH for a third season. VOICE CREDITS: SONIC: Jaleel White SALLY: Kath Soucie NICOLE: Kath Soucie (uncredited) TAILS: Bradley Pierce BUNNIE: Christine Cavanaugh ANTOINE: Rob Paulsen ROTOR: Mark Ballou (1st season) Cam Brainard (2d season) DULCY: Cree Summer Franks UNCLE CHUCK: William Windom ROBOTNIK: Jim Cummings SNIVELY: Charlie Adler ADDITIONAL VOICES: (First season): David Doyle Gaille Heindenmann Dana Hill Danny Mann Jason Marsden Charlie Schlatter Frank Welker (Second season): Shari Belafonte: Lupee (?) Michael Bell: Naugus (?) Crystal Cooke Tim Curry: Sally's father; Keeper of the Time Stones Dave Fennoy Dorian Harewood John Kassir Katie Leigh Nancy Linari Victor Love Tahj Mowry Hal Rayle Alaina Reed Hall Lindsay Ridgeway April Winchell B. SONIC COMICS DESCRIPTIONS [CONTRIBUTIONS WELCOME] #18 [Jan 1995]: "Wedding Bell Blues" Robotnik gets word of Sonic and Sally's impending wedding and plans an attack. "In the Still of the Night" While trying to determine the nature of the mysterious orb (cf. "First Star....", #17), Sally is called to the bedside of her old mentor, Julayla, just before she dies. Sonicgram: includes statement that Sonic is 15, and a German fan disses Dave Manak's artwork Sonic: In Your Face #1 [1995] "Sally's Crusade: The Quest" The orb is revealed to be a casing surrounding Nicole. Sally, with the others in tow, searches for what turns out to be Julayla's last testament. The significance of this document is spelled out in a "flashforward" at the end of the story. "Mirror Zone" An excuse to practice backwards lettering. Sonicgram: Sally's age is given as "about 15." [Note, if you're going to guess a lady's age, guess on the low side ;-) ] "Tails' Tallest Tale" Tails substitutes for Sonic, putting in an appearance at a con. His exaggerations almost get him into trouble. Artwork by Shaw!. #19 [Feb 1995]: "Night of a Thousand Sonics" In order to defeat Robotnik's latest scheme, Sonic has to call in as many versions of himself from as many parallel universes as he can. Artwork by Manak for the first half, Mawhinney for the second. Sonicgram: The name of Sally's father is given as "King Acorn" (but see FAQ #5). Scott Fulop hedges on when Knuckles will make an appearance and whose side he'll be on. Again, Sally is identified as a "ground squirrel." Hint is dropped as to a Sonic motion picture in the works. #20 [Mar 1995]: "That's the Spirit" Exposure to an antimatter explosion renders Sonic invisible; Sally and the others [Tails being the exception] believe he is dead. The comedic pacing and Manak's artwork mar what otherwise might have been a very poignant story. Great line (Sonic to Robotnik--who thinks he's dealing with a ghost): "Give Mobius back to the freedom fighters, lose weight and get a hairpiece!" "Deadliest of the Species" [Prologue to the Princess Sally miniseries] While on a sabotage mission, Sally is confronted by someone claiming to be part of a rebel underground. Sonicgram: Once again lists Sally's age as 15. #21 [Apr 1995]: "3 Phases of E.V.E" Pat Spaziante debuts as a story artist. Robotnik unleashes E.V.E. ["exceptionally versatile evolvoid"] to capture Sonic. As Sonic manages to outsmart E.V.E., it simply adapts to another form to compensate. Sonic lures it to Robotnik's headquarters where, assuming a self-conscious form, E.V.E. determines that it is being held back by its biological inheritance from Sonic and Robotnik [i.e., individual cells used in E.V.E.'s creation]. E.V.E. toasts Robotnik, but thanks to some quick thinking by Sonic--apparently, Sally's influence is rubbing off on him ;-) -- E.V.E. spares Sonic and travels out into space on a journey of self-actualization. Is Robotnik really history? That's the tease--stay tuned, probably until after the Sally miniseries. Sonicgram: announcement of the delay in rolling out the Sally miniseries; another special issue (48pp) due out in May. COMIC PUBLISHERS: For subscriptions and back issues--US & Canada: Archie Comics 325 Fayette Avenue Mamaroneck, NY 10543 (914) 381-5155. $15.00/year US monthly $18.00/year CAN monthly For subscriptions and back issues--United Kingdom (Fleetway Editions comics): Sonic The Comic Subscription Dept. OR Back Issue Zone Aim Ltd. P.O. Box 10 Pallion Industrial Estate Sunderland, SR4 6SN UNITED KINGDOM 01144-91-5102290 L28.60 (=28 pounds, 60 pence)/year UK fortnightly L45.00/year Europe fortnightly L47.00/year Overseas surface mail fortnightly L55.00/year Overseas airmail fortnightly C. OTHER SOURCES Michael Teitelbaum, _Sonic the Hedgehog_ (c)1993; _Sonic the Hedgehog: Robotnik's Revenge_ (c)1994; _Sonic the Hedgehog: Fortress of Fear_ (c)1994: Mahwah, New Jersey: Troll Associates. _Sonic the Hedgehog_ synopsis: COMING SOON _Sonic the Hedgehog: Robotnik's Revenge_ synopsis: one of the Knothole freedom fighters is captured by Robotnik and used as bait to lure Sonic into a trap. In this case, the victim is Bunnie, and the story supposedly explains how she came to be partially roboticized. This account is at odds with the explanation in the comics. In addition, both Uncle Chuck and Muttski in this book has been successfully deroboticized, which conflicts with "Sonic Conversion" and, in fact, the rest of the second season. _Sonic the Hedgehog: Fortress of Fear_ synopsis: COMING SOON OVERSEAS BOOKS: Martin Adams, _Sonic the Hedgehog and the Silicon Warriors_ (c)1993; _Sonic the Hedgehog in Castle Robotnik_ (c)1994; _Sonic the Hedgehog in the Fourth Dimension_ (c)1993; _Sonic the Hedgehog in Robotnik's Laboratory_ (c)1993: London: Virgin. From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 10 12:27:27 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA22824 for sonic-ll; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 12:27:20 -0500 Received: from seagoon.newcastle.edu.au by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA22819 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 12:27:14 -0500 Received: from scorch.UUCP (uucp@localhost) by seagoon.newcastle.edu.au (8.6.10/8.6.10) with UUCP id CAA29272 for sard.mv.net!sonic; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 02:34:22 +1000 Received: from brushtail.hna.com.au by scorch.hna.com.au with smtp tap_id root (Smail 3.1.28.1 #10) id m0rn5nS-000Vu4C; Sat, 11 Mar 95 01:36 EST Received: (from cjb@localhost) by brushtail.hna.com.au (8.6.9/8.6.9) id BAA16758; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 01:45:13 +1000 Date: Sat, 11 Mar 1995 01:45:13 +1000 From: Chris Baird Message-Id: <199503101545.BAA16758@brushtail.hna.com.au> To: sonic@sard.mv.net In-reply-to: BBlaze@aol.com's message of 10 Mar 1995 21:51:14 +1000 Subject: Re: Chili Dogs and Friends Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: BBlaze : > There's a theory that since the universe is infinite (as far as we know) > and since there are an infinte number of other universes (?) anything > that can happen, does happen. So talking animals, chili dogs, French > customs, and English languages are not impossible to find on other > planets. So there's another "Mobius" in existence where there's a Princess Bunnie? Cool! ("Land of a Thousand Bunnies" :):) Remember the Cosmic Interstate in comics #11 & #19? One of those exits might be to this reality... I'm portraying classic symptoms of droolingfanboyosis, hmm. -- Chris,, From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 10 13:10:23 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA23222 for sonic-ll; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 13:10:17 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA23217 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 13:10:15 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id MAA26718 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 12:06:27 -0600 Received: from slip-2-84.ots.utexas.edu (slip-2-84.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.204.184]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id MAA21257 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 12:04:21 -0600 Message-Id: <199503101804.MAA21257@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Fri, 10 Mar 1995 12:04:22 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: CU later! X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Hello (to the Sonic Net in general): I'll be off to my Mom's home starting tomorrow (Sat. as of 1045). I'll return a week from then in the late afternoon, so if the load on the local server here at UT isn't too high, I'll log in. I expect to see at least 150 messages to download (ha ha)! Anyway, carry on without me, and have fun with "The Temporal Syndrome": Part 3. That will be uploaded within the next few hours (a few more things I need to work on), and the entire story will be uploaded to Rotor (David) for him to add it for downloading from his web page. ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. Most violent curse: "You are evil!" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 10 13:22:04 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA23383 for sonic-ll; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 13:21:58 -0500 Received: from seagoon.newcastle.edu.au by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA23378 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 13:21:52 -0500 Received: from scorch.UUCP (uucp@localhost) by seagoon.newcastle.edu.au (8.6.10/8.6.10) with UUCP id CAA29278 for sard.mv.net!sonic; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 02:34:24 +1000 Received: from brushtail.hna.com.au by scorch.hna.com.au with smtp tap_id root (Smail 3.1.28.1 #10) id m0rn67e-000Vu4C; Sat, 11 Mar 95 01:56 EST Received: (from cjb@localhost) by brushtail.hna.com.au (8.6.9/8.6.9) id CAA16873 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 02:06:03 +1000 From: Chris Baird Message-Id: <199503101606.CAA16873@brushtail.hna.com.au> Subject: Re: Chili Dogs and Friends To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Sat, 11 Mar 1995 02:05:58 +1000 (EST) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Length: 616 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: BBlaze : > There's a theory that since the universe is infinite (as far as we know) > and since there are an infinte number of other universes (?) anything > that can happen, does happen. So talking animals, chili dogs, French > customs, and English languages are not impossible to find on other > planets. So there's another "Mobius" in existence where there's a Princess Bunnie? Cool! ("Night of 1000 Bunnies" :):) Remember the Cosmic Interstate in comics #11 & #19? One of those exits might be to this reality... I'm portraying classic symptoms of droolingfanboyosis, hmm. -- Chris,, From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 10 16:24:45 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA25340 for sonic-ll; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 16:24:23 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA25335 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 16:24:21 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id PAA10262 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 15:27:14 -0600 Received: from slip-17-13.ots.utexas.edu (slip-17-13.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.111.61]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id PAA27422 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 15:25:18 -0600 Message-Id: <199503102125.PAA27422@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Fri, 10 Mar 1995 15:25:23 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: "TTS": Part 3 complete! X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Hi y'all all over the Sonic Net! My story "The Temporal Syndrome": Part 3 is now complete. The upload procedue is similar to what I did for Part 2, so it's going to be a bit fragmented. If you want the story in its ENTIRE unaltered format, I'm uploading the complete copy to Rotor (David), for use in his personal page. Check there later for the small novel (!) I have created. This is going to be a big one, so expect the down- loading to take some time. ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. Most violent curse: "You are evil!" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 10 16:25:41 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA25357 for sonic-ll; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 16:25:40 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA25352 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 16:25:38 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id PAA10417 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 15:30:23 -0600 Received: from slip-17-13.ots.utexas.edu (slip-17-13.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.111.61]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id PAA27835 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 15:27:50 -0600 Message-Id: <199503102127.PAA27835@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Fri, 10 Mar 1995 15:27:55 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: "TTS": Part 3 (2/2) X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. Most violent curse: "You are evil!" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 10 16:29:14 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA25400 for sonic-ll; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 16:29:13 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA25395 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 16:29:11 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id PAA10345 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 15:28:57 -0600 Received: from slip-17-13.ots.utexas.edu (slip-17-13.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.111.61]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id PAA27554 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 15:26:10 -0600 Message-Id: <199503102126.PAA27554@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Fri, 10 Mar 1995 15:26:15 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: "TTS": Part 3 (1/2) X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Sonic the Hedgehog "The Temporal Syndrome": Part 3 by Shawn Wolski The author will accept questions and comments via E-mail at the following address: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Sonic the Hedgehog and other associated characters are based on the creations of Service and Games (Sega), Archie Comic Publications, and the Sonic the Hedgehog cartoons (Saturday morning issue) created by DIC and Sega of America. Bookshire Draftwood and Cmdr. Packbell are the exclusive creations of David Pistone (rotor@primenet.com). This work is protected under various copyright laws. The author grants his permission for free distribution, under the premise that the work retains its original format. No other utilization of the following work, monetary or otherwise, is permitted. From the point of view of the two Knothole Freedom Fighters, the temporal displacement effects were unpleasant and moderately painful. It was as if the temporal transport beam was stripping them apart, atom by atom. They felt their DNA split into its component strands and recombine a billion times per second, as though their DNA was struggling with great difficulty to maintain contact with the current time period. The very essence of their bodies valiantly attempting to combat the effects of the beam, but the beam eventually became the victor. After the transport initialization phase was complete, Sonic and Sally felt themselves literally thrown into an unknown future time. There was a flash of intense red light, and then the two found themselves lost in the Great Unknown, but this place was far more alien to them than the Great Unknown of their time. It was the Great Unknown of the distant future. * * * In the present, Robotnik was thoroughly enjoying his latest victory over his worst adversaries. After eleven years of contending with a teenage hedgehog and his friends, and losing in the process, this event was one to be celebrated. Now that the foundation of the Knothole Freedom Fighters had been razed from existence (at least in this time period), the rest the infrastructure should fall eventually. With the fall of the Knothole Freedom Fighter front, Mobius would be in his hands, to have and control. "Yes!" Robotnik exclaimed with excitement and accomplishment. "Now, to celebrate." An evil chuckle from Robotnik came forth, lasting for about two minutes. When he managed to regain his composure, he turned to face Packbell and said, "Very good shot, Packbell. If you weren't already at your position in the chain of command, I would promote you. However, since I cannot do so, I will merely congratulate you." Thank you, Doctor Robotnik," Packbell responded, also gratified to see Sonic and Sally vanish from the current timeline, although appended with a more insidious motive. He had been waiting for the perfect time to terminate Robotnik's reign to begin his own, and the "death" of the hedgehog seemed to be the most auspicious opportunity to do so. Yes, Robotnik might be somewhat more readily caught off guard this time. In fact.... An unusual sight caught Packbell's eye. He hurriedly directed his sensors over the control panel of the temporal displacement device. There was a graphical bar that steadily lengthened toward an area shaded in red. Although Packbell couldn't even begin to translate the Cassandran language and understand the control labels, a feeling of dread increased within him in synchronization with the bar. What he saw, he instinctively didn't believe was productive to his future survival. As if the machine wished to acknowledge that hypothesis, an audio signal steadily increased in volume in coordination with the lengthening bar. It was unnoticeable at first, then it became apparent to both Packbell and Robotnik. After Robotnik first became aware of the unusual noise, he stepped over to the control panel. Observing that Packbell was shocked with fear, or otherwise in a positronic-lockup due to a problem he couldn't resolve, Robotnik looked over the control panel to obtain an understanding of what would strike such an unsettling response in Packbell. He noticed that a graphical bar was stretching uncomfortably close to a shaded red area. Robotnik froze in place, for he knew in the back of his mind what was happening, and felt foolish for assuming that the power cells in the device would be stable enough to safely retain their charge without facing the risk of an unrecoverable power feedback loop. The last thing Robotnik saw was a flash of lethal radiation, and then nothing more. Just as on Cassandra, the fate of Mobius depended on the fate of an ultimate weapon. The difference in the comparison was that the weapon itself would be responsible for destroying the planet that its lifeforms knew and loved. In its own sort of way, the weapon seemed to wish to atone for the crime of its survival, so its only solution was to destroy itself. The morals of its use made no difference; preventing any further utilization was all that mattered. There was no place on Mobius for anyone or anything to avoid the global carnage that would reform the planet just as the format command reinitializes a hard drive. An explosion occurred at ground zero of the probe's crash site, ejecting gigatons of dust into the atmosphere. The explosion was also powerful enough to create resonance in the crust and mantle throughout the planet. Shockwaves transmitted through the mantle caused the crust to restructure into waves, and finally into fragments of mixed granodiorite/basalt material when the stress was too great for the crust to withstand. Continents and oceans alike steamed with fury in the catastrophe. The fragments and dust slowly sank into the exposed mantle, leaving nothing to go to waste. In a matter of minutes, the planet that was Mobius to its inhabitants became a hot radioactive sphere of undifferentiated molten rock. The new world had an opportunity to become a biological storehouse, but at the cost of losing everything its predecessor had. It would be a long wait before the genesis of new life would occur in the body of a very simple and unassuming lifeform, and much longer before two certain displaced lifeforms from the previous world would appear. * * * Dawn of an new eon... The reformation of the planet was remarkably similar to Earth's, with differences in the formation of the key elements as far as time was concerned. Asteroids fell into the magma ocean, though not the swarms that existed in Mobius' initial formation about 4.6 billion years ago. With the decreased introduction of new material into the planet's microcosm, the global magma ocean cooled considerably faster at the surface than it had the first time. In about 100 million years, the first piece of basaltic crust formed and remained floating on the magma. Having a base to expand on, more basalt formed and cooled until the planet was covered with a primordial basaltic crust. Occasionally breaks formed in the crust, caused either by limited input from asteroids or differential stress in the mantle. From these fractured areas came the vapors that would form the first reducing atmosphere. For about 300 million years, the atmosphere remained relatively stable. That was until the introduced water content became high enough to permanently change all that. Storms of lightning emerged, and with storms came torrential rains to cool the crust and form a global ocean. The ocean remained dominant for about a few million years, but the crust was not content to remain under the ocean's rule. Continents started forming, encroaching on the ocean's territory. At about this time in the history of the new world, the basic building blocks of life started forming in the ocean and pools of water found on the infant continents. These amino acids eventually began forming chains, and these chains found others of their kind to combine with. Nearly two billion years after the global catastrophe that Robotnik had caused, life had reinstated its hold on Mobius. One progression followed another, and the series continued until many forms of diverse life literally exploded into existence (similar to the event that took place at the Precambrian/Cambrian time boundary). For about 200 million years, life remained in its birthplace, the ocean. Due to reasons unknown, some simple forms of plant life began to see the logic of exploiting the virgin environment of the upper world, so they made the first advancement toward the open spaces of exposed igneous and sedimentary rock. The rogue plant life didn't survive for very long out of the water, but life evolved, and soon (in geologic terms) plants extended complicated root systems into the remains of their pioneering ancestors. It is at this point where Sonic and Sally reappeared in Mobius' geologic time record. The present future... Their time travel was completed in a matter of seconds relative to them, yet Sonic and Sally's journey spanned an incomprehensible span of time in realspace. The Mobius they knew was an ancient, dead world without any sign in the new world that its predecessor had ever existed. They were aliens, potentially pieces of future evolution on the new world (or not if life would eventually evolve differently this time around). In any case, they didn't belong in this time period. The pair were cast out from the temporal displacement singularity, as if it were a predator that didn't like the taste of its quarry after the kill. After a two meter drop, Sonic and Sally lied on the ground, still paralyzed by the initialization phase. As their DNA returned to normal, they both gained more interactive contact with their new environment. Sonic was the first to gradually regain consciousness. He found himself lying flat, with his frontal region in full contact with a shallow carbonate mud pool. Fortunately, his head was on a more solid, but still relatively soft carbonate mud mound. If that were not the case, he would have drowned in twenty centimeters of mud. Not blind to the irony of the situation, he briefly thought about how he could confront Robotnik and all his robots, only to be forced into time travel and nearly meet his demise in a pungent mud pool. Not exactly the main event of his life. Another thing that Sonic noticed was something all too familiar about the mud itself. Of course the color was sufficient enough to tell the hedgehog otherwise, and the mud was full of calcium carbonate material and not an intricate mixture of quicksand, petroleum, and clay mud, but he could swear that it felt like MegaMuck. He tested his extremities to confirm this. His fingers didn't flex very well, and it was a battle just to slightly bend his arms and legs. All too familiar a reminder of the old world. As he felt himself coming further out from the shocked state induced by the time travel, Sonic noticed that there was something warm and furry resting on the left side his back. Rotating his head to the general direction of the contact area, he saw Sally's head there. Sonic breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't the only one to explore the intricacies of their mutual ironical situation. He shook around a bit, gently, to wake Sally. She remained in a dazed state, not reacting to his motion. The hedgehog decided to test another tactic. He rotated his body so that his front would be in contact with Sally's head, and positioned her head on his upper abdominal area. This time, he tried shaking her a little more forcefully and whispering into her ear. "Sally, Sally, it's me. Remember, your best bud, Sonic?" he said softly, and waited for a few seconds. The results were not very encouraging. She seemed like she was coming out of her dream world, but she needed just a little more encouragement. 'OK, Hedgehog. What now?' Sonic thought to himself. In response, his brain produced a plan to give Sally the perfect wake-up call. He rose slowly, taking precautions not to let her head become one with the mud pool. He slowly pulled her over to the mud mound, and carefully placed her head on it. No further response from that, but Sonic wasn't finished yet. After he put her head on the mud mound, he tried to locate Nicole. After about a minute of feeling around Sally's legs and feet, he found Nicole still attached to one of her boots. Picking Nicole off her boot and out of the mud, Sonic observed the small computer's condition. She was, expectedly, drenched with the products of broken shells and organic excretions of calcium carbonate, but would she still work? He tried brushing her off, but belatedly realized that using his hands to remove the mud from Nicole was about as useful as drying a wet floor with water. The hedgehog then decided to test which hypothesis was correct. "Yo, Nicole," he commanded to the small computer. Nicole trilled in response. THAT woke Sally up, and with an energetic efficiency. A powerful force swelled through her body, providing an intensity similar to moving through air, as if the restrictive carbonate mud didn't exist. She leaped out of the mud as fast as she could, and slowly paced over to Sonic like someone with murder on her mind. She stared into his eyes with an intense, and borderline dangerous regard for his future welfare. Which, in this case, didn't hold much in favor for Sonic. If Sonic had the mind-set to see the humor in the situation, he would have noticed that Sally looked as if she tried to get a little too much mud out of her mud pack. All the normally jovial hedgehog could see now were Sally's eyes, vicious and full of primordial anger. "What...are...you...doing...to...NICOLE?!" she demanded, like a mother crocodile accosting an unfortunate predator intent on feasting on her young. Sonic slowly backed off, his own eyes pleading for mercy. "Whoa, Sal. Chill a minute!" he ventured, his voice a little slurred with the surprise that one of his closest friends would ever attack him like this. Suddenly regaining his generally frolicsome mood, but only halfway, he said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Man, you redheads sure are cranky when you wake up in the morning. Definitely not cool, Sal." The last comment from Sonic tamed Sally's precarious mood. She stopped strutting toward him, and a smile gradually crept across her face as she seemed to consider exactly what danger Sonic could be to Nicole's electronics. She sat down, looked at herself and the hedgehog, noticing that they were both covered up to the neck with mud. She laughed hysterically at the sight for about a minute, as she thought about how an oversized mud pack and a hedgehog would look together. Sonic was about as anyone could get to that level of contact, and so was she. The hedgehog could only stare at her, unsettled by the response. It wasn't exactly the one he wanted, but it would have to do for now. As if realizing the effect she had on her friend, Sally stopped laughing, but her face softened to a considerate grin instead of a more serious regard. She stood up, and walked slowly over to Sonic. Anyone else would say that her strut, her facial expression, and of course being covered in mud made her seem like she was attempting to be seductive. But Sonic knew Sally better than that. She enveloped him in a caressing embrace. "Sonic," she said softly while stroking his upper torso, "didn't I tell you to be more careful when you try out those mud packs? What do you do with them anyway?" Not intent on spoiling the humor, Sonic was quick to respond. "Sal," he said in a voice as soft as what Sally used, "even hedgehogs need a little beauty work done every once in a while. Besides, I think I got a hold of Dulcy's by mistake." "Yes, but don't you think it was time you-" She stopped herself, as if remembering something. Her face hardened to a serious and thoughtful one. Sonic, realizing what significance one particular word in her sentence had, followed suit. They both disengaged their embrace simultaneously, and slowly descended. They sat and stared at each other, both thinking of the ramifications of their situation. The hedgehog asked the obvious, but necessary, question. "Sal," he queried, "where are we?" Slightly off the mark. Sally corrected him. "It's not a question of WHERE, Sonic. It's more like WHEN. From the looks of things, we could've been transported forward or back in time." "How do we find out when, Sal?" She thought the matter over. Then she remembered something about one of the new sensors Bookshire had told her about. She relayed the data to Sonic. "If I'm not mistaken, Bookshire installed a temporal displacement sensor in Nicole. She might be able to tell us where in time we are." She added privately in her thoughts, 'I hope.' Sonic handed Nicole over to Sally. She retrieved her little computer, and quickly analyzed the condition of its functionality. Aside from the test that Sonic had done, she checked Nicole via her diagnostics programs. The results were favorable: covered in mud, but otherwise capable of running programs and displaying data via her screen or holographic projector. Nicole had been constructed well, and was meant to be more than an aesthetic ornament. The aesthetics could wait, for the two Freedom Fighters had more important concerns. "Nicole," Sally directed, "calculate the total time differential between the time period right before the transport phase and now." "Working," the computer responded, "connection has been established with temporal singularity." After a second of processing pieces of complex data, Nicole resolved them into understandable temporal dynamics graphs. "Approximate time of transport: 3.8 billion years delta-t positive relative to our time period." After hearing about how long they have been lost in limbo between the two time periods (relative to realspace), both dropped their jaws with shock. A million years was incomprehensible enough, but the time that had spanned since the fateful day of their temporal displacement defied every level of understanding. Many geologic events (major and minor) can potentially take place in a decade, in some cases even a year. 3.8 billion years leaves many opportunities for anything to happen. Of course, with this span of displacement in time travel, everything that they once had was gone a long time ago and decomposed to dust. All the familiar sights, sounds, personal relations, and other things that were generally taken for granted no longer existed. In this time period, they were the aliens, and Nature generally had ways with dispatching of organic components that weren't part of the whole. If they stayed in this time period, there was a likelihood that they wouldn't find the food they needed to survive, or shelter for their exclusive use. Staying here would be a death sentence; returning to their time period was imperative. That was assuming that doing so was possible in the first place; there was no guarantee to the process even existing in the first place. Sally started crying when she finally considered the immensity of their dilemma, and how everyone else wasn't present to keep them company. She thought of Tails, Bunny, Dulcy, Rotor, Bookshire, Charles Hedgehog, and even Antoine. The opportunity to meet other Freedom Fighters was also out of the question. It was as if time was against them, and that statement was no further from the truth than now. Sonic noticed the unrest that was present in his companion, so he went over to embrace her. She said nothing, but she returned the embrace. They both understood what they were feeling, for they were both in the same situation. Both tried to think of ways to comfort the other, but they also understood that words had no ultimate value here. They were alone for now, and nothing in the universe could change that. Fighting back tears of his own, Sonic said to Sally in a gentle voice, "Sal, how 'bout we go find someplace else to go? I don't really like the idea of sleeping in a mud pit." Sally struggled to speak, and succeeded. "You're right," she said, sniffling with extreme grief. "Yes, it would be a good idea to find shelter." She added slightly jokingly, "Besides, we already had our mud bath for the day." They both managed to find humor in that statement, and reacted accordingly. With a new immediate purpose to meet, they set about finding an area that was somewhat more solid, not to mention less offensive to the olfactory nerves. Before they began their trek for a provisional residence, Sally left a remote multipurpose sensor/transponder, in order to monitor the temporal singularity. With a little help from Nicole, they located solid ground about six km due north. Given the fact that the mud was about half as viscous as MegaMuck, Sonic had some difficulty trying to get through, but he could manage. * * * ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. Most violent curse: "You are evil!" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 10 16:33:32 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA25456 for sonic-ll; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 16:33:31 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA25451 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 16:33:29 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id PAA10772 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 15:34:32 -0600 Received: from slip-17-13.ots.utexas.edu (slip-17-13.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.111.61]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id PAA28529 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 15:32:06 -0600 Message-Id: <199503102132.PAA28529@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Fri, 10 Mar 1995 15:32:11 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: "TTS": Part 3 (2/3) (disregard last, (2/2) was dud) X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: It was near dusk when they found a site that would serve as a suitable shelter for the duration of their stay, however long it would be. It was a cavern located about fifty km inland from the carbonate mud pit. It had a few of the amenities of modern life: a bath (subterranean lake), water from the stream that fed the lake, and beds (unusual calcium carbonate cave formations that were actually soft enough to sleep on). All that remained was one problem: food. There was nothing available besides the native plants, and they were officially declared unfit for consumption by Nicole. They did have ration packs, but those were nearly completely consumed before the incident in the canyon. All they could do at this point is conserve their energy. In the endeavor to keep them distracted from their gastronomic requirements, Sonic and Sally took a bath to rinse the mud off, and talked about anything in general for a while. They also reviewed the data regarding the temporal displacement device and the other hardware in the probe. Sonic tried to be as accommodating as possible, trying not to interrupt when a new piece of technobabble surfaced. Sally appreciated this act forwarded by the normally impatient and disinclined hedgehog. In return, she tried putting in a little more explanation into the more difficult concepts so that she and Sonic would understand them. Whether Sonic acted this way out of kindness or for another motive wasn't clear. What was clear was that they were both in the same situation, and teamwork would be their only savior. As time slowly progressed on for the two surviving Freedom Fighters, they learned a great deal of information about the temporal displacement device. However, none of the data was actually useful in the field combat sense. More data had to be searched through to find something they could utilize. That was until an hour before midnight, when something caught Sally's eye. "Sonic," Sally said, "I think I've found something that might get us back to our time period." The hedgehog replied patiently, "As I say to Bunny, 'I'm all ears.'" Sally then continued with the description. "According to this, we can return to our own time period by applying an inverse temporal entry vector utilizing the same level of power that was used by the device to send us here." Sonic thought that statement over. He stood up, apparently tired of sitting while contemplating the issue. "Let me get this straight, Sal," he hazarded. "If we go back through that time hole with the same amount of juice that got us here, we get back to our time?" "Exactly, Sonic," Sally confirmed. "I'm already working on calculating what power level the device used to bring us here." To Nicole, she asked, "Nicole, what is the absolute time differential from previous readings?" "Calculating, Sally," Nicole answered. "Absolute temporal displacement: three billion, 800 million, 200 thousand, 906 years, two months, five days, ten hours, five minutes, thirty seconds. Readings based on prescaled data." The hedgehog wasn't exactly aware as to why that level of accuracy was required. He made his point audible. "In order to get back to our time," Sally explained, "we need to know exactly when it was we were transported here. If the wrong level of power is given on the return trip, we may find ourselves before or after the time we want to go back to." "How does power on the return relate to the power the time machine used?" Sonic asked thoughtfully. "According to the data, the power response is linear. That is, the power differential relative to what the device used would send us before or after the event took place." "So that means if I give it more juice than the device used, we could go back in time to before we were sent here?" "Right," Sally said. She was about to continue, but she paused, thinking about what observation Sonic had made. Slightly surprised by his proposal, she said, "Sonic, you want to go back to the time before we were sent to this time period?" "Correctomundo, Sal," he confirmed. "But why?" Sally was somewhat puzzled by the hedgehog's choice of tactics. It was Sonic's turn to explain his rationale. "Let me put it this way, Sal," he began, pacing as he spoke, like a professor teaching a class. He amplified his voice, speaking to the cavern at large, to give his statements an ominous sound to them. The cavern's acoustics provided the perfect response. "There's still too much we don't know about that time machine that even the info Nicole got can't tell us. We don't know if it was an experimental wartoy or otherwise, and billions of other things that might affect how well it works. Another is that thing's old beyond belief. We don't have a clue to how it reacted after 'Buttnik fired it, and this hedgehog ain't willing to bet on something being stable for that long." Sally thought the point over, and concluded that Sonic could be right about the temporal displacement device. Considering the matter further, if they did go back in time to the right hour or even minute, there might be enough of an opportunity to destroy the machine before Robotnik had the chance to use it himself. The key was to find the right time, and go back to it so that they could perform the necessary destructive acts. One thing remained burning away in her mind, though. "There's just one thing though," Sally stated, "if we go back in time to a point before we were sent here, we wouldn't exist after a while." "Say what?!" exclaimed the confused hedgehog. "Sorry, Sonic. I didn't mean that the way it sounded," she apologized. "What I meant was that WE, the you and I here, would cease to exist at the time when Robotnik engaged that device. The 'other' us, the Sonic and Sally in sync with time back in the past will live. They, I mean we, just won't remember what happened. If we're successful this time around, it would be to our other selves like the entire incident never happened. You and I would have destroyed the device, so the other us would never be sent to the future. Do you still want to go back before Robotnik used it against us?" "It's a chance we'll have to take, Sal. If we go back to when Robotnik sent us here, we'd just end up in that beam again. And if we go after, that thing might blow up in our face." "You're right, Sonic," she finally said after scheming over the proposed plan. "Going back before Robotnik got his hands on it and used it against us would be the best idea I heard all day." "Yo, Sal. Remember this: the Hedgehog is always right." He dictated this teasingly. Sally retorted in kind. "Since when?" Sonic responded with a glare, but they both knew it to be mocking only; not a real threat. Sally responded with her own glare toward Sonic. Mutually disarmed, they surrendered to laughter and embraced each other for a while. Realizing that the technical discussion of time and space had purged more energy out of them than expected, they went to sleep. The next morning would be the day of the great escape from this future time period, in the hopes of creating a better one in the past. * * * The next morning, the two companions in time went back to the temporal singularity for the final preparations on their return trip. Along the way, they discussed and decided when to return to, and what power level was needed. While walking through the mud pool, they both tripped over rocks hidden under the opaque layer of shell and other carbonate excretion products. This eventually covered them in mud from their head to their feet, making the journey even more difficult since they were partially blinded by the mud caked over their eyes. But they managed to trek on. Within about two hours, they managed to arrive at the temporal singularity site. "Where's it at, Sal?" Sonic inquired, quickly scanning for their passage to home. "I can't see it out there anywhere." Sally handed a pair of multispectrum goggles to him and responded, "Here, try these on, Sonic. I've modified them to detect temporal distortions." Sonic retrieved the goggles, put them on his face, and searched the area again. "Got it," the hedgehog said to his comrade when he located the singularity thirty meters ahead of them. "Cool. You got the juicing limit set, Sal? That might've been the mistake we made the last time we tried this," he said not without some concern. Technically, Sonic was incorrect in his last statement. From the viewpoint of Mobius' past, this would be the first time that they executed this plan. However, now wasn't the time to argue the finer points of temporal physics. "Yep, already done. Twelve megawatts exactly," Sally verified. "Just remember this," she admonished, "we need to go DIRECTLY into the temporal singularity. Otherwise..." she trailed off, not inclined to think of the consequences. There wasn't any need for further discussion on this particular subject. It had been covered before. They both knew that if Sonic didn't enter the singularity perpendicular to its event horizon, the best that could happen is that they could be transported anywhere in time, without their discretion. The worst case, they could be trapped in the singularity for all eternity. No margin for error existed here, and everything depended on Sonic's concentration and undeviating stability to a path. With nothing further to review or to prepare for, they began Phase 1: powering for time transport. Sonic reprogrammed the goggles to display only the areas of the strongest temporal displacement potential and added a target sight centerlined for him, for that indicated the correct path to vector into. Sally got behind him, gripping his back with all the strength she had. She pulled the power ring out of his backpack, and he assumed his stance to engage the power transfer. An energy field formed around the hedgehog, gradually becoming more powerful and displacing the mud around his feet as he concentrated on generating the required energy to travel over 3.8 billion years into the past. Nothing else existed in his mind; only the power ring field mattered now. Nicole was programmed to emit an audible signal when the detected power field reached the preset energy level. No indication tone came from the little computer. Sonic was straining to his limit to generate the power field, but he needed a little more encouragement. Sally noticed the hedgehog's predicament, and tried to motivate him on further. "Sonic, you can do it. I know you can. Concentrate harder." His only response was to strengthen the energy level in the power field. About five seconds later, Nicole gave the signal they were waiting for. He halted his energy demands from the power ring, but maintained the power field surrounding him and Sally. Sonic then lowered his field of vision and centered his target sight on the strongest area of temporal displacement. After obtaining the desired target, he maintained his aim, and fired. Phase 2 had begun. Sonic covered the thirty meter distance to the temporal singularity in a microsecond, his velocity warping the volume of air around the energy field into an intense shock wave cone. Sonic entered the temporal singularity perfectly, and remained on course back to the other opening in time and space. All that remained now was to traverse the incomprehensible span of time back to the device and the person responsible for their troubles. * * * ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. Most violent curse: "You are evil!" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 10 16:37:17 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA25491 for sonic-ll; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 16:37:16 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA25486 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 16:37:14 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id PAA10957 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 15:37:23 -0600 Received: from slip-17-13.ots.utexas.edu (slip-17-13.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.111.61]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id PAA28720 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 15:33:28 -0600 Message-Id: <199503102133.PAA28720@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Fri, 10 Mar 1995 15:33:33 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: "TTS": Part 3 (3/3) Whew! X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Return from the future, to the present at 0800 hours... Robotnik and Packbell arrived at the crash site in Robotnik's personal Hover Unit. They had retrieved not only the linguistics program, they also selected WorkerBots for a small squad. WorkerBots were much more adept at performing the required delicate work on the probe and its cargo than the SWATBots were constructed and programmed to exercise. Packbell personally took responsibility for dispatching the WorkerBots and assigning them to their required duties. Robotnik remained in his command chair, watching them disperse to their positions. He reveled in the absolute beauty in the weapon, even though he had no knowledge of what specific function it had. He didn't concern himself with what the weapon was utilized for, as long as it would aid him in turning the tide of the war in his favor. Today could very well become a rather productive day after all. Without any provocation that was visible to Robotnik, an explosion occurred somewhere outside to the west of his personal Hover Unit. It was very loud, and somewhat familiar, but he was unable to identify who or what could generate that level of thundering out of nowhere. The answer struck him when the windshield shattered about a second later from the massive wind shear. There was no other explanation; it had to be a certain blue spiny Freedom Fighter that Robotnik had learned to despise and fear in the past eleven years. It was Sonic, and more specifically, the shock wave generated by him that gave Robotnik the first and final warning. After departing from the temporal displacement singularity, Sonic sustained his entry velocity, due to the fact that his inertia was too high for him to decelerate immediately. To allow himself to do so, Sonic circled the probe's position at a radius of three km. Even from that distance, the hedgehog could view the evidence that his warped air cone was wrecking havoc all over the probe site. Hover Units were under take-off condition, and then spun around erratically during and after the wave impacted with their hulls. Some SWATBots were vacuumed into the air, eventually bashing into other SWATBots or Hover Units. Windows shattered, and electrical explosions emitted from over-stressed hardware. Fortunately, WorkerBots weren't present in the metallic storm. Decelerating to a sufficient pace, he moved in for the fatal strike, like a Terran lion on the final assault for disoriented prey. Sonic darted toward his general target area, and reached the outer rim of Hover Units in about five seconds. Sally had managed to retain her life-grip on Sonic, using every bit of energy she had available in her body to prevent her from becoming an abandoned piece of debris in the hedgehog's warped air cone. Sonic located and halted in front of Robotnik's Hover Unit. "Yo, Robuttnik," he said observantly, "nice looking windshield. Must be part of your latest stealth technology." Looking past the remains of the windshield, he said, "Ooohhh, mando cool look on the insides. Are fried control boards and circuits in?" To Sally, he ordered in a whisper, "You can get off now, Sal. Hedgehog Express has stopped." She released her grip and moved to stand by him. Robotnik could only stare at the two Freedom Fighters with an expression full of anger, bafflement, and fear simultaneously displayed. Observing their condition after a few seconds, Robotnik regained a small degree of his own macabre humor at the sight of something that looked like it was a costume for a mud monster movie. His evil grin came out of his shocked face, but only a little. "Well, Hedgehog," he dictated in a voice that attempted to sound authoritative and failed, "been playing in the mud have you? I thought that was below you; I guess I was mistaken. Where have you been?" The hedgehog retaliated with a confident strike, "Oh, just tromping across a mud pit that doesn't exist yet." He chuckled at the thought, knowing that Robotnik would have no such memory of the incident. In the technicalities of temporal physics, it had not occurred yet in this time period. Robotnik nearly resumed his multispectrum stare, but caught himself before he became victim to his shock. He sank into his dark and devious regard that notoriously struck instant fear into Freedom Fighters. "Never mind that," his voice all gravel and almost unnoticeable. He amplified his voice, maintaining the same tone, to say, "SWATBots! Get that hedgehog!" All the remaining SWATBots came out of their stealthy positions and moved toward Sonic and Sally. Sonic quickly scanned the immediate area, not exactly pleased with the odds. Robotnik transformed his dangerous frown into a lethal grin as the SWATBots gradually decreased the distance to their quarry. Sonic and Sally huddled, backs together, looking for an opening in the circle of SWATBots. They found no such escape route. "Doesn't look good, Sal," the hedgehog observed. "You're right about that. Got any ideas?" Sally queried. He quickly searched his memory regarding how to handle the situation. He snapped his fingers, with what little snapping he could do due to the mud on his fingers. "As a matter of fact," he confirmed, "I do. Hold tight, these 'bots are gonna be hittin' the rocks." Within a second, Sonic created a twenty-meter high blue tornado around Sally, providing refuge for her. Everything outside the eye of this storm however, was not so fortunate. Sonic finished off the rest of the SWATBots and Hover Units, turning them into scrap metal and plastics, while leaving the probe and Robotnik's Hover Unit undamaged. Satisfied with his work, he revectered himself in the opposite direction to quiet the whirlwind that he formed. After returning to his position by Sally, Sonic directed an evil grin at Robotnik and said, "Need any more convincing, Robotnik? Or do I need to really get serious?" Robotnik wasn't taking the hedgehog seriously, however. "You're going to have to do better than that, Hedgehog," he sneered with all the intensity he could provide. To Sally, he said with a note of derision and superiority directed to Robotnik, "Doesn't he ever get tired?" Sally could only smile and shrug with an "I don't know" motion. "Well, I do," he continued, "and if this doesn't convince him, I don't know what will." With that said, he generated another vortex, only this time directed toward the WorkerBots and Packbell located in the probe. After finding a suitable opening in the probe, Sonic vacuumed up and transferred the robots from the probe to Robotnik's personal Hover Unit. With that done, his disengaged his artificial vortex and returned to his position by Sally for a second time. He crossed his arms defiantly, glared at Robotnik, and waited for a response. No further verbal exchange or demonstration of will was necessary between the two adversaries. Sonic was clearly the victor in this case, and Robotnik had no way to regain control. He had lost yet again to the teenage blue hedgehog. His Hover Unit promptly made an unfashionable retreat, with all available power utilized for propulsion, should the hedgehog decide to make his unspoken threat a reality. After Robotnik's departure, Sonic felt all his energy supplied from the adrenaline pour out of him like water from a waterfall. Without any power to even support his balance, Sonic tilted and fell like a freshly cut tree. Sally saw his travel to the ground and managed to catch him before he impacted with the solid granite. She looked into his eyes, her face filled with concern. Sonic opened his eyes, and saw his friend's worried mask through the mud that covered it. "I'm OK, Sal," he said weakly, "Going after old 'Buttnik like that wore me out more than I thought." Not totally convinced, she helped him regain his standing position, still providing as much physical and psychological support as possible. She was surprised that he had been able to expend that much power for so long. Anyone else would have more than likely dropped dead with the extreme exhaustion. Then again, Sonic wasn't an average hedgehog. "Sonic, you've got to stop and rest for a while," she advised him. "You haven't eaten anything for a long time. I'll see if I can dig something up out of my ration pack. There has to be something in there somewhere." No bravado response from the hedgehog for that statement. Sonic was the prime example of someone serious, and wasn't inclined to engage in his usual cavorting attitude. This meant that something was REALLY wrong with her friend. "No time," he responded, with the sobriety of voice and mind as stable as hydrogen gas at absolute zero. "We've got to destroy that machine, now." Sonic gradually regained a small degree of strength, then gently pushed Sally away, making his intentions clear with his body language that his words and judgment were the end of any further argument over delaying the mission plans. He had every intention to destroy the temporal displacement device, even if the effort killed him. Mobius would be saved, no matter what condition Sonic was in. He slowly advanced toward the device that was (or in this case of time, would be) the cause of all their problems. Sally walked beside him, keeping her pace equal to his in case he should fall again. He maintained his balance the entire ten meters to the probe, and the remaining five meters to the weapon's protective shield control panel. The hedgehog was beleaguered, but not out yet. "Sally," he said finally, with an infinitely tired but determined voice, "does Nicole understand the circuits under this control panel?" After receiving an affirmative nod from his friend, he carefully retrieved Nicole from her and focused all his attention on the little computer. "Nicole," he commanded, getting some of his more jovial voice back, "pull that shield off." "Accessing circuit pathways," Nicole replied. She emitted a tone afterwards, and said, "Circuits inoperative. Power required to engage the necessary hardware and software." Sonic's face did not alter its form with that statement. He searched his mind for what he knew about power supplies. 'So that's it,' he thought, 'Robotnik must have had some portable power cells around while he was using the computers. The probe's power supply must be down.' He searched the immediate area for a clue, and found a suspiciously large conduit along the left (relative to his position) wall. The conduit connected to a metallic sphere. "What's this, Nicole?" he asked the small computer. "It is an impulse power unit, utilized for the probe's propulsion or for auxiliary power." she responded. "How do we get it working again?" queried the serious and interested hedgehog. "The impulse power unit requires matter/antimatter reactants as a power source." Sonic's heart sank with that statement. To come all this way, only to be beaten by advanced and specialized hardware! "However," Nicole continued, "the unit may be able to utilize a power ring if the level input is controlled and monitored." Having no words of his own to contribute, Sonic opened the impulse power unit and inserted his power ring. He kept his hands in contact with the power ring, to provide input regulation and avoid destroying the hardware from uncontrolled levels of energy. "Sally," Sonic called to his friend, "take it from here. I'm going to take care of the power supply." Sally ran over to Nicole, picked her up, and returned to the control panel. After taking her position, she gave her friend a "go ahead" signal. The hedgehog confirmed his by concentrating on the power ring. The energy input began as a minuscule spark at first, and then gradually gained strength with every passing second. Sally remotely monitored the energy input into the computers. When the power reached the required minimum level, she called to her comrade, "Keep it there, Sonic." She noticed that Sonic was straining to keep the power level stable, but he contributed no complaints in regard to his welfare. To Nicole, she said, "Nicole, remove the shield." "Accessing, Sally," Nicole replied. "Circuit pathways connected." With that confirmation came the nearly quiet action of electromagnetic repulsors slowly removing the protective shield from the temporal displacement device's haven. Once the shield had retracted completely, the computers disengaged the power supplied to the subunits controlling the shield placement system. The device was now exposed for its atrocity, and would return payment with its destruction. Sonic disabled his power transfer and slowly trudged over to Sally's position. He glared at the large object ahead of him with malignance, and said to her, "This thing goes down, today." "Wait a minute, Sonic," as she checked over the device's ambient power levels. "We have to discharge the energy cells that power the particle controls. If we destroy it now, the explosion could do the same to Mobius." "Where's the energy cells?" Sally checked the schematics for them. "They're under the case, located in the center of the top circuit board." "Can I cut through that metal, Sally?" the hedgehog asked, for he noticed that the metal was unlike anything he had ever seen before. She analyzed the case's composition, and confirmed his request. "No problem, Sonic. Are you sure you want to do this?" He replied with a question of his own. "Is there another way?" She checked for anything that might assist in opening the protective case, for repair points, places for hardware upgrades, and other possible openings. Finding none, she shook her head as if to say "no". With that confirmation, Sonic raised his power ring and concentrated on transferring its energy to his body. At his low organic power state, the power ring and what he wanted to destroy became the only existing objects besides him in his personal universe. The power ring now supplied nearly all of Sonic's energy; without it, he would be little more than a vegetable. He rolled into a ball, and let his spiny back perform the task for him. With part of the case shredded off, he leaped to the center of the top circuit board, where the energy cells were located. A faint, familiar voice called out to him from the darkness. "Look for the two largest wires in front of you. Short them together." Sonic found a black and red wire. He pulled them with what strength he had left from their sockets. Finding the bare, uninsulated copper, he shorted the connections. The energy cells responded with a hum, which steadily increased in volume with every second. Not the desired effect. The familiar voice called to him again, now screaming. "It's going to explode! Get away from there, Sonic!" Sonic's mind raced, thinking of ways to avert the imminent explosion that would take place. One solution came to mind. The only alternative to the destruction of Mobius. He raised his power ring above him, positioning it perpendicular to the ground. He concentrated once again on the power ring as his other hand wrapped around the improvised shorted connection he made a few seconds before. A blinding flash of light emanated from the power ring. Sally shielded her eyes as she attempted to see what act the hedgehog was performing. He was using himself and the power ring as a power transfer point, venting all the energy from the energy cells to space. The immense power that surged through him and the strain to dissipate that energy nearly threw him away from the circuits, as if the temporal displacement device wanted to live. Sonic maintained a firm hold on the wires, not allowing himself to be subdued by the power that would otherwise advance toward a catastrophic explosion. The power ring provided some protection, but it didn't provide immunity to the device's retaliation. When all the power was drained from the energy cells, Sonic began the next phase of the operation. Still clinging to his power ring, the hedgehog reached his other hand into his backpack, and it produced three timed-explosive charges. There would be more than enough energy unleashed to destroy the device and the probe, if they were positioned correctly. He activated them all simultaneously, then dropped to the floor of the probe and placed them where they would insure the total fragmentation of the machine that would have caused so much trouble for Mobius. After retrieving Sally for the escape from the near-future blast radius, he raised his power ring for the last time, then dashed away into the distance. Five seconds later, the probe and its cargo no longer existed on Mobius. The two Knothole Freedom Fighters saw the explosion from about three km away from ground zero. Mobius was safe again, for at least one more day. It had been the first assault from space, and it was successfully deterred. However, there was one war that day which would claim a life. Sonic was near death, his power ring almost dimmed from the extensive energy demands that the hedgehog made from it. He was surprised that it had lasted for so long, but Charles Hedgehog had designed them well. Their life was also his life; just as their death was also a mutual demise. He took one last look at the carnage that destroyed their ultimate adversary of the day. Sally noticed that the power ring was dimming, synchronous with Sonic's life force which was slowly slipping away. She knew what was happening, and was unable to ease her friend's pain or prevent the shadow of death receiving final payment. She held him, looked into his eyes, and kissed him passionately. They both knew that this was the last time in this universe that this particular pair of Freedom Fighters would have the opportunity to be together. Their counterparts, the Sonic and Sally synchronous with time, would never know what happened. The mission was a success, but a price had to be paid. And the payment was extracted, with no concern for emotion. Sonic's payment came a few seconds after their last demonstration of affection. Sally felt his body turn cold, and saw his eyes permanently close. Sally gently lowered Sonic to the ground, weeping for both of them. Sonic had met his death, but he went down fighting every step of the way. She buried the savior of Mobius in the best way she knew how, with the limited materials available in the Great Unknown. She regarded his grave, knowing that with time, she too would cease to exist in this universe. * * * After Sonic's talk with Dulcy, and receiving a demonstration of her unflagging humor, he and Sally rushed off to the probe's crash site. The arrived without incident, but noticed that something was not there to greet their eyes. The only evidence that the probe and the cargo it carried existed was a large black circular mark on the rock where it landed. There was no evidence that Robotnik had ever been there, since the remains of the SWATBots and Hover Units had been vaporized in the blast zone. "What d'ya suppose happened, Sal?" queried the totally baffled hedgehog. "Hard to say, Sonic," was her only reply, for she was as much at a loss for words as Sonic. "Well, so much for another wartoy that old 'Buttnik could've used. Sure would've liked to know what it was though," Sonic said, trying to solve the mystery of the day and failing. "So would have I," said Sally. "But I guess some things are better left in the past." Sonic signaled to Dulcy for a retrieval. The pair would never know how much truth there was to Sally's last philosophical statement. HISTORY FILE: TERMINATED  ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA MultiTasking Sega Advocate, Amateur Radio Operator, the Granite Eater, Furry Fan, and UTARC News Prime Editor. Most violent curse: "You are evil!" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 10 18:43:15 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA26969 for sonic-ll; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 18:42:51 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA26964 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 18:42:49 -0500 Received: from usr2.primenet.com (root@usr2.primenet.com [198.68.32.12]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with ESMTP id QAA02748 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 16:48:44 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr2.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.5) id QAA19403; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 16:48:43 -0700 Date: Fri, 10 Mar 1995 16:48:42 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: The Temporal syndrome Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Here we have an adventure of epic proportions! Intense adventure and a ending that could move a person to tears. A must read for any Sonic fan!!! If you missed it, check out my Web page for the complete adventure. Good Work Shawn! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How do you spot an honest lawyer?" "No one knows . . ." --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lawyer jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 11 01:32:49 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA28700 for sonic-ll; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 01:32:30 -0500 Received: from spot.Colorado.EDU by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA28695 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 01:32:27 -0500 Received: from Freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU (freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU [140.226.1.8]) by spot.Colorado.EDU (8.6.11/8.6.9/CNS-3.5) with ESMTP id XAA25926 for ; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 23:38:23 -0700 Received: (from av643@localhost) by Freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU (8.6.8/8.6.6) id XAA26921; Fri, 10 Mar 1995 23:38:20 -0700 Date: Fri, 10 Mar 1995 23:38:20 -0700 Message-Id: <199503110638.XAA26921@Freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU> From: av643@Freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU (Dan Ramos) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Newsgroup Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Count me in that group...I can't recieve newsgroups or anythin' like that. Bummer. From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 11 07:04:20 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id HAA29106 for sonic-ll; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 07:04:13 -0500 Received: from rachael.franken.de by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id HAA29101 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 07:04:07 -0500 Received: from by rachael.franken.de with cbsmtp (Smail3.1.28.1 #13) id m0rnPj4-000oPGC; Sat, 11 Mar 95 12:52 MET Received: from deco.franken.de by hub-n.franken.de with uucp (Smail3.1.28.1 #12) id m0rfBrE-000c8tC; Thu, 16 Feb 95 20:27 MET Received: by deco.franken.de (CrossPoint v3.02); 16 Feb 1995 20:27:13 +0100 Date: 16 Feb 1995 19:16:00 +0100 From: sanasi@deco.franken.de (Alessandro Sanasi) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Message-ID: <5fyr90zuzxB@deco.franken.de> In-Reply-To: Subject: Re: Quick question: X-Mailer: XP v3.02 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > The Metal Sonic from the 'Sonic CD' game had an appearance in the Sonic > > comic from Fleetway Publications, issue #21 - #23, 'The Sonic Terminator' > > (last three parts of a six-part story). > What were the first three parts, pray tell? (Curious look-- this British > comic sounds 'way cooler' than its American counterpart...) First of all, I made a small error in this last post. The Metal Sonic appeared in issue #26 - #28 and the complete story has only five parts. The first two parts tell how Captain Plunder and the Mystic Cave Pirates try to steal the Chaos Emeralds from Sonic. > Thanks for the info! I really appreciate it. [We want information...] Well, in general the comic has a lot of everything, even solo stories with Tails or Knuckles as the leading character or stories about Ecco The Dolphin, Shinobi, Eternal Champions, Wonderboy etc. > > (Too bad you haven't seen the 'Enter Knuckles' story from Fleetway. > > Definitely _way_ better than the Archie comics version 'This Island > > Hedgehog'.) > > Well, don't just stand there; summarize it! (:3 Oh my... I'll try my best: The 'Enter Knuckles' story is in issue #33 - #34 with leads into the 'Power Of The Chaos Emeralds' story in issue #35 - #36. [snip] Issue #33: Dr. Robotnik has crash-landed with his space satellite Death Egg II on the Floating Island. Sonic & Tails fly to the island to search for him and finish him once and for all. After destroying some traps and battling some Badniks they meet Robotnik, who has already convinced Knuckles that Sonic is the bad guy who wants to steal the Floating Island Chaos Emeralds. Issue #34: Sonic & Knuckles have an excessive fight using everything they can offer (Sonic running in circles around Knuckles, Knuckles digging underground etc.). The fight ends to be a tie, but Tails is able to capture Robotnik by throwing a net over him. Sonic & Tails escape with the captured Robotnik. Issue #35: Back at Sonics secret base, Porker Lewis tries to interrogate Robotnik. Suddenly Knuckles breaks into the cell to free the doctor. In this moment of confusion Robotnik takes Porker Lewis hostage and demands the Chaos Emeralds from Sonic. Sonic & Tails try to retrieve the stolen Chaos Emeralds from Robotnik and force him to crash land on the Floating Island. Issue #36: Again Sonic & Knuckles have a fight. Sonic pretends to be beaten but follows Knuckles and Robotnik secretly. Robotnik re-integrates the six Chaos Emeralds with the six on the Floating Island (that were once split into twelve). Sonic arrives just in time to see Robotnik absorbing the chaos energy to become invincible. Knuckles realizes that Robotnik lied to him and uses the Master Emerald which he kept hidden to regain control over the other emeralds. Robotnik is sent back to Mobius after his new powers have been removed. Sonic & Tails leave, Knuckles stays on the Floating Island to guard the emeralds. [snap] Why don't you order some issues yourself? They are definitely worth the money! Stories in a comic book should be read, not summarized. ,-) > ---Fred M. Sloniker, stressed undergrad > L. Lazuli R'kamos, FurryMUCKer > lazuli@u.washington.edu Best wishes Alessandro --- You get what anyone gets. You get a lifetime. ## CrossPoint v3.02 ## From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 11 07:04:30 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id HAA29117 for sonic-ll; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 07:04:26 -0500 Received: from rachael.franken.de by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id HAA29112 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 07:04:22 -0500 Received: from by rachael.franken.de with cbsmtp (Smail3.1.28.1 #13) id m0rnPj5-000oPbC; Sat, 11 Mar 95 12:52 MET Received: from deco.franken.de by hub-n.franken.de with uucp (Smail3.1.28.1 #12) id m0rfBrE-000c8rC; Thu, 16 Feb 95 20:27 MET Received: by deco.franken.de (CrossPoint v3.02); 16 Feb 1995 20:27:13 +0100 Date: 16 Feb 1995 19:37:00 +0100 From: sanasi@deco.franken.de (Alessandro Sanasi) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Message-ID: <5fyr9Nm9zxB@deco.franken.de> In-Reply-To: <9502160236.AA12919@edmund> Subject: Re: Shaw! v. the world X-Mailer: XP v3.02 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > I saw something interesting in the FAQ file that was recently posted by > > Dan Drazen: > It's nice to be noticed =) . You absolutely deserve it. Your FAQ is great!! > > Now I would like to find out if I'm right about the very low quality of > > the current artwork or if I'm just a stupid German. Whoever is reading > > this, could you please tell me what _you_ think of the works of Dave > > Manak, Art Mawhinney and all the other morons? > > > > Just my opinion - don't send flames > > > > Alessandro > "De gustibus non est disputandum,*" Al. [*That's Latin.] I had Latin at school too... in your language it would mean something like 'There is no accounting for tastes', right? > Still, let me throw in my own 2 pfennigs: I'll accept foreign currency, too. ,-) > While Shaw! has a good style, it seems to me to be rather "light" and > that it works mainly in comedic situations. Of course it's light years > beyond Manak. > > Still, getting back to #18, I have a hard time picturing Shaw! drawing > "In The Still Of The Night," especially the scenes toward the end where > Sally's old mentor, Julayla, is on her deathbed. IMHO, Art Mawhinney > has the right touch for the more "serious" episodes. It's not hard to > figure out why, as he's credited as being a storyboard artist for the > animated series...both of them, in fact. Have to roll tape to see if > the same can be said for Shaw! Well, its not especially that the drawings are bad, its because IMHO some characters differ a lot from what they look like in the sathurday morning cartoon. Scott Shaw! had a very detailled way of doing his drawings, and he also knew perfectly how to use different perspectives to give the reader the feeling to be 'part of the story'. Darn... I should've known I would be unable to explain all this in English... I really should go out and buy a dictionary. > Not a flame, just my own outlook. It's ok... but how about doing a quick comparsion between the Archie comic Sonic and the Sathurday morning TV Sonic? To draw the characters in a way they look like in the cartoon, _that's_ what I think Art Mawhinney (and the rest) is unable to do. > Daniel J. Drazen drazen@andrews.edu > Custodian of one of the Sonic the Hedgehog FAQ Files Best wishes Alessandro --- You get what anyone gets. You get a lifetime. ## CrossPoint v3.02 ## From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 11 07:04:34 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id HAA29127 for sonic-ll; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 07:04:33 -0500 Received: from rachael.franken.de by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id HAA29119 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 07:04:30 -0500 Received: from by rachael.franken.de with cbsmtp (Smail3.1.28.1 #13) id m0rnPj5-000oPeC; Sat, 11 Mar 95 12:52 MET Received: from deco.franken.de by hub-n.franken.de with uucp (Smail3.1.28.1 #12) id m0rfBuD-000c8rC; Thu, 16 Feb 95 20:30 MET Received: by deco.franken.de (CrossPoint v3.02); 16 Feb 1995 20:27:13 +0100 Date: 16 Feb 1995 19:16:00 +0100 From: sanasi@deco.franken.de (Alessandro Sanasi) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Message-ID: <5fyr90zuzxB@deco.franken.de> In-Reply-To: Subject: Re: Quick question: X-Mailer: XP v3.02 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > The Metal Sonic from the 'Sonic CD' game had an appearance in the Sonic > > comic from Fleetway Publications, issue #21 - #23, 'The Sonic Terminator' > > (last three parts of a six-part story). > What were the first three parts, pray tell? (Curious look-- this British > comic sounds 'way cooler' than its American counterpart...) First of all, I made a small error in this last post. The Metal Sonic appeared in issue #26 - #28 and the complete story has only five parts. The first two parts tell how Captain Plunder and the Mystic Cave Pirates try to steal the Chaos Emeralds from Sonic. > Thanks for the info! I really appreciate it. [We want information...] Well, in general the comic has a lot of everything, even solo stories with Tails or Knuckles as the leading character or stories about Ecco The Dolphin, Shinobi, Eternal Champions, Wonderboy etc. > > (Too bad you haven't seen the 'Enter Knuckles' story from Fleetway. > > Definitely _way_ better than the Archie comics version 'This Island > > Hedgehog'.) > > Well, don't just stand there; summarize it! (:3 Oh my... I'll try my best: The 'Enter Knuckles' story is in issue #33 - #34 with leads into the 'Power Of The Chaos Emeralds' story in issue #35 - #36. [snip] Issue #33: Dr. Robotnik has crash-landed with his space satellite Death Egg II on the Floating Island. Sonic & Tails fly to the island to search for him and finish him once and for all. After destroying some traps and battling some Badniks they meet Robotnik, who has already convinced Knuckles that Sonic is the bad guy who wants to steal the Floating Island Chaos Emeralds. Issue #34: Sonic & Knuckles have an excessive fight using everything they can offer (Sonic running in circles around Knuckles, Knuckles digging underground etc.). The fight ends to be a tie, but Tails is able to capture Robotnik by throwing a net over him. Sonic & Tails escape with the captured Robotnik. Issue #35: Back at Sonics secret base, Porker Lewis tries to interrogate Robotnik. Suddenly Knuckles breaks into the cell to free the doctor. In this moment of confusion Robotnik takes Porker Lewis hostage and demands the Chaos Emeralds from Sonic. Sonic & Tails try to retrieve the stolen Chaos Emeralds from Robotnik and force him to crash land on the Floating Island. Issue #36: Again Sonic & Knuckles have a fight. Sonic pretends to be beaten but follows Knuckles and Robotnik secretly. Robotnik re-integrates the six Chaos Emeralds with the six on the Floating Island (that were once split into twelve). Sonic arrives just in time to see Robotnik absorbing the chaos energy to become invincible. Knuckles realizes that Robotnik lied to him and uses the Master Emerald which he kept hidden to regain control over the other emeralds. Robotnik is sent back to Mobius after his new powers have been removed. Sonic & Tails leave, Knuckles stays on the Floating Island to guard the emeralds. [snap] Why don't you order some issues yourself? They are definitely worth the money! Stories in a comic book should be read, not summarized. ,-) > ---Fred M. Sloniker, stressed undergrad > L. Lazuli R'kamos, FurryMUCKer > lazuli@u.washington.edu Best wishes Alessandro --- You get what anyone gets. You get a lifetime. ## CrossPoint v3.02 ## From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 11 07:04:45 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id HAA29137 for sonic-ll; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 07:04:44 -0500 Received: from rachael.franken.de by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id HAA29132 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 07:04:41 -0500 Received: from by rachael.franken.de with cbsmtp (Smail3.1.28.1 #13) id m0rnPj5-000oPkC; Sat, 11 Mar 95 12:52 MET Received: from deco.franken.de by hub-n.franken.de with uucp (Smail3.1.28.1 #12) id m0rfBuD-000c8tC; Thu, 16 Feb 95 20:30 MET Received: by deco.franken.de (CrossPoint v3.02); 16 Feb 1995 20:27:13 +0100 Date: 16 Feb 1995 19:37:00 +0100 From: sanasi@deco.franken.de (Alessandro Sanasi) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Message-ID: <5fyr9Nm9zxB@deco.franken.de> In-Reply-To: <9502160236.AA12919@edmund> Subject: Re: Shaw! v. the world X-Mailer: XP v3.02 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > I saw something interesting in the FAQ file that was recently posted by > > Dan Drazen: > It's nice to be noticed =) . You absolutely deserve it. Your FAQ is great!! > > Now I would like to find out if I'm right about the very low quality of > > the current artwork or if I'm just a stupid German. Whoever is reading > > this, could you please tell me what _you_ think of the works of Dave > > Manak, Art Mawhinney and all the other morons? > > > > Just my opinion - don't send flames > > > > Alessandro > "De gustibus non est disputandum,*" Al. [*That's Latin.] I had Latin at school too... in your language it would mean something like 'There is no accounting for tastes', right? > Still, let me throw in my own 2 pfennigs: I'll accept foreign currency, too. ,-) > While Shaw! has a good style, it seems to me to be rather "light" and > that it works mainly in comedic situations. Of course it's light years > beyond Manak. > > Still, getting back to #18, I have a hard time picturing Shaw! drawing > "In The Still Of The Night," especially the scenes toward the end where > Sally's old mentor, Julayla, is on her deathbed. IMHO, Art Mawhinney > has the right touch for the more "serious" episodes. It's not hard to > figure out why, as he's credited as being a storyboard artist for the > animated series...both of them, in fact. Have to roll tape to see if > the same can be said for Shaw! Well, its not especially that the drawings are bad, its because IMHO some characters differ a lot from what they look like in the sathurday morning cartoon. Scott Shaw! had a very detailled way of doing his drawings, and he also knew perfectly how to use different perspectives to give the reader the feeling to be 'part of the story'. Darn... I should've known I would be unable to explain all this in English... I really should go out and buy a dictionary. > Not a flame, just my own outlook. It's ok... but how about doing a quick comparsion between the Archie comic Sonic and the Sathurday morning TV Sonic? To draw the characters in a way they look like in the cartoon, _that's_ what I think Art Mawhinney (and the rest) is unable to do. > Daniel J. Drazen drazen@andrews.edu > Custodian of one of the Sonic the Hedgehog FAQ Files Best wishes Alessandro --- You get what anyone gets. You get a lifetime. ## CrossPoint v3.02 ## From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 11 07:12:16 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id HAA29156 for sonic-ll; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 07:12:15 -0500 Received: from rachael.franken.de by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id HAA29151 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 07:12:11 -0500 Received: from by rachael.franken.de with cbsmtp (Smail3.1.28.1 #13) id m0rnQ5Y-000oQ9C; Sat, 11 Mar 95 13:16 MET Received: from deco.franken.de by hub-n.franken.de with uucp (Smail3.1.28.1 #12) id m0rmaz8-000biFC; Thu, 9 Mar 95 06:42 MET Received: by deco.franken.de (CrossPoint v3.02); 09 Mar 1995 06:42:52 +0100 Date: 08 Mar 1995 20:15:00 +0100 From: sanasi@deco.franken.de (Alessandro Sanasi) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Message-ID: <5hUd_d-9zxB@deco.franken.de> In-Reply-To: <9503072102.0TJSU00@twty.chi.il.us> Subject: Re: Where is everyone? X-Mailer: XP v3.02 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On 07 Mar 95, Craig / Tails wrote: > I kind of like to poll a question > to all on the list. Which of the freedom fighters is your favorit? I like > Tails the best. So I guess that's one vote for tails. :) > > Craig / Tails "Danger: Low Flying Happy Fun Fox" Well, I vote for _Sally_ (sorry Craig). But Tails is my second favourite Freedom Fighter and comes very close to first place. BTW, why hasn't anyone voted for Antoine? .) As for 'Where did everyone go?'... I fear they all moved to alt.fan.sonic-hedgehog. Too bad, I wasn't able to get the group yet. Best wishes Alessandro --- You get what anyone gets. You get a lifetime. ## CrossPoint v3.02 ## From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 11 07:12:22 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id HAA29167 for sonic-ll; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 07:12:21 -0500 Received: from rachael.franken.de by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id HAA29162 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 07:12:17 -0500 Received: from by rachael.franken.de with cbsmtp (Smail3.1.28.1 #13) id m0rnQ5Y-000oQnC; Sat, 11 Mar 95 13:16 MET Received: from deco.franken.de by hub-n.franken.de with uucp (Smail3.1.28.1 #12) id m0rmaz9-000biLC; Thu, 9 Mar 95 06:42 MET Received: by deco.franken.de (CrossPoint v3.02); 09 Mar 1995 06:42:52 +0100 Date: 08 Mar 1995 20:18:00 +0100 From: sanasi@deco.franken.de (Alessandro Sanasi) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Message-ID: <5hUd_l-PzxB@deco.franken.de> In-Reply-To: <9503071606.AA29510@edmund> Subject: Re: Bloodlines: Chapter 4 X-Mailer: XP v3.02 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On 07 Mar 95, Dan Drazen wrote: > > BLOODLINES > > A Sonic the Hedgehog Story > > by Daniel J. Drazen > [lots of good work deleted] Wow! This story is great. I can hardly wait to read more of it. When will the next chapter be finished? Waiting for more Alessandro --- You get what anyone gets. You get a lifetime. ## CrossPoint v3.02 ## From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 11 14:14:00 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA00108 for sonic-ll; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 14:12:18 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA00103 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 14:12:15 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id NAA19657 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 13:18:21 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Sat, 11 Mar 95 13:20 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0IE3S003 Sat, 11 Mar 95 13:05:30 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503111305.0IE3S00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Sat, 11 Mar 95 13:05:30 Subject: The temporal syndrome To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I just got the last part of it and i'm going to read it after i'm done with mail. So far, I REALLY like it. Maybe we will see another small novle by him sometime. Craig / Tails "Danger: Low Flying Happy Fun Fox Zone" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 11 14:14:01 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA00115 for sonic-ll; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 14:13:06 -0500 Received: from saul4.u.washington.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA00110 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 14:13:03 -0500 Received: by saul4.u.washington.edu (5.65+UW95.02/UW-NDC Revision: 2.32 ) id AA10739; Sat, 11 Mar 95 11:19:09 -0800 X-Sender: lazuli@saul4.u.washington.edu Date: Sat, 11 Mar 1995 11:19:09 -0800 (PST) From: Fred Sloniker To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: It's deja vu all over again! In-Reply-To: <5fyr90zuzxB@deco.franken.de> Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Is it just me, or do the recent posts by Alessandro (Allesandro? I can never remember which way it goes...) look awfully familiar? Is there some glitch with the listserver, or does our German correspondent need to rot-13 my tagline (do it, and you'll get it)? ---Fred M. Sloniker, stressed undergrad L. Lazuli R'kamos, FurryMUCKer lazuli@u.washington.edu Jr ner rkcrevrapvat grpuavpny qvssvphygvrf. Cyrnfr fgnaq ol. From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 11 18:57:36 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA00662 for sonic-ll; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 18:57:18 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA00657 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 18:57:15 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id SAA22650 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 18:03:24 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Sat, 11 Mar 95 18:12 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0P3PY005 Sat, 11 Mar 95 17:52:09 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503111752.0P3PY00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Sat, 11 Mar 95 17:52:09 Subject: It's deja vu all over again! To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I don't know what rot-13 means but I got a few posts that looked old to me as well as getting them twice (I think that was a local prob.) Oh well. Craig / Tails "Two Tails Of Terror" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 11 19:24:06 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00827 for sonic-ll; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:24:05 -0500 Received: from saul4.u.washington.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00822 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:24:02 -0500 Received: by saul4.u.washington.edu (5.65+UW95.02/UW-NDC Revision: 2.32 ) id AA25239; Sat, 11 Mar 95 16:30:10 -0800 X-Sender: lazuli@saul4.u.washington.edu Date: Sat, 11 Mar 1995 16:30:09 -0800 (PST) From: Fred Sloniker To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: It's deja vu all over again! In-Reply-To: <9503111752.0P3PY00@twty.chi.il.us> Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Sat, 11 Mar 1995 craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us wrote: > I don't know what rot-13 means It's a simple cypher, used occasionally in newsgroups (for things like punchlines to jokes, spoilers for games, and other things you don't want to immediately reveal). Each letter becomes the letter 13 characters earlier (or later) in the alphabet. The chief virtue of the scheme is that it undoes itself. If you had used a program to decode my tagline, or this handy chart: ABCDEFGHIJKLM NOPQRSTUVWXYZ ...you would have seen my current tagline; hence, the joke. ObSonic: Why does anyone think Robotnik was killed in the second season finale? I mean, Sonic *might* think he and Sally had nuked the egghead in the whole Power Stone Energy blast (side questions: how long will their new powers last? Were the Deep Power Stones consumed? If not, how long will it take them to fully recharge?), but I'd think he'd want some evidence thereof. As for Snively, he should know better; he *saw* Robotnik escaping in that hovercraft... ---Fred M. Sloniker, stressed undergrad L. Lazuli R'kamos, FurryMUCKer lazuli@u.washington.edu We are experiencing technical difficulties. Please stand by. From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 11 19:26:39 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00872 for sonic-ll; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:26:38 -0500 Received: from mail06.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00861 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:26:36 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail06.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA163418334; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:32:14 -0500 Date: Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:32:14 -0500 Message-Id: <950311193213_46571501@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Pacas, tenrecs, and pangolins... Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I promised you a story, so without further ado, here it is... -B.B. "I need a new quote." -Myself This short story is based on the characters created and copyrighted by Archie Comic Publications, David Pistone, DiC Productions, Holly-Beth Kraft, and Sega Incorporated. The author gives his permission to distribute this work freely as long as it's distributed in its full, unaltered form and currency has nothing to do with the distribution. Any questions, comments, or protests can be addressed to the author. Copyright (C) 1995, Michael Szal. Timeline: This story takes place around 3235, a tiny bit before DiC's "The Doomsday Project." Pangolin Problems, Part 1 by Michael Szal (bblaze@aol.com) "Saaaaaallyyy!" called Tails, as he flew over to her hut. "Aunt Sally," he called again, knocking on the door. No answer. "Sally?" he asked, slowly opening the door. Nobody was home. "Too late!" he thought and quickly headed off toward the War Room. The War Room was not much more than another hut. It got it's name after Sir Charles build a holographic projector to use as a visual aid for planning raids, rescues, or other missions to Robotropolis. Everybody met in the War Room before a planned mission to work out the details. "Sally?" Tails asked again, this time at the front steps of the War Room. "Tails?" answered Princess Sally, opening the door. "What are you doing here?" "I wanna go on the mission too!" "I don't think so, Tails. Not this one, anyway. It's too dangerous." "But I can handle it! I'm a freedom fighter now, remember?" It was true. Tails was an official freedom fighter, but everybody was over-protective of him. "I think he can do it," defended Sonic. "Sonic..." grumbled Sally, "he's only ten years old..." "But he's a way cool ten!" Sally pulled Sonic away from the doorway into a corner of the room. "We can't afford to fail this mission!" she said in a harsh whisper. "So you're saying Tails'll screw it up?" "No......it's just that......well...fine. He can come." She stepped back into the doorway. "Okay Tails, here's what you can do." They discussed the plan and, after everybody was ready, Sonic lead the way to the power ring generator. He always wondered why the thing had to be underwater, but he knew that Charles must have had his reasons. It was still three whole minutes before another ring appeared. Sonic went over the mission again. He was deep in thought when Tails tapped him on the shoulder, offering him the ring. He took it and stuffed it in his backpack for later use. Sonic let Tails have a head start as they raced toward Robotropolis whilst Sally rode Dulcy as they flew the aerial route. It took less than a minute to get to Robotropolis (Sonic was taking his time) and, not surprisingly, he got there first. He was at "the usual" which was a small, open area surrounded by junk. Contrary to how it sounds, it was camouflaged quite well. If the raiding party had to regroup for any reason, this is where they'd meet. Sonic scanned the skies for a while, which got old fast. "Where are they?" he thought out loud. "They should've been here by now." And he was right. Ten minutes passed with quite a bit of hover units passing by. "Where ARE they?" "It's right behind you!" alerted Sally, ducking laser fire. "Hang on," warned Dulcy in just enough time to be too late for Sally to react. She dove, almost straight down, which was followed by a sharp left turn and then a full loop. This tactic worked, Dulcy was now behind the pursuing Stealth-bot, but with one side effect. "AAAAAAAAAA!!!" screamed Sally at the top of her lungs. Unbeknownst to Dulcy, Sally had fallen off. "Great," complained Dulcy, under her breath. "Couldja' hang on a sec!?!" By now, the Stealth-bot had figured out what had happened and was turning to continue the pursuit. The other two were far behind. This gave Dulcy the opportunity to "postpone" her little encounter and save Sally. "I'm coming!" she called. She looked down and located Sally, who had been falling for a good four seconds. By now, she had fallen well over three hundred feet and in another four seconds would have fallen eight hundred more. However, Dulcy had "cracked the whip" and caught her in little under a second. "There now, that wasn't so bad. You okay, Sally?" polled Dulcy. The only sound she got was a quick, soft whisper of "I'm fine," from Sally. After Sally caught her breath, she checked for the Stealth-bots and warned Dulcy as to where they were. This time she was ready for any more "stunts" Dulcy was going to pull. Sally could feel the centrifugal force holding her in the saddle as Dulcy pulled up and chased after one of the Stealth-bots. Dulcy was slowly getting closer and closer until she finally unleashed a miniature blizzard at the Stealth-bot. It froze instantly and dropped like a ton of bricks. "One down, two to go!" exclaimed Dulcy after she heard the Stealth-bot shatter upon impact. "There's one off to your left!" said Sally, leaning forward so Dulcy could hear her. "Left?" Dulcy thought to herself. She had noticed the one on her right. Then it hit her. She made a sudden turn to her right and headed straight toward the Stealth-bot. "What are you doing!?!" Sally screamed at her. "Trust me!" she replied, dodging laser fire as she went. At the last second, she let out a smoke screen and pulled up out of it. The two Stealth-bots, who couldn't see a thing, crashed right into each other. "Next time," suggested Sally, "tell me when you're going to play chicken with a Stealth-bot." They continued their flight to Robotropolis. "There's Sonic," Sally pointed out. "Okay," replied Dulcy. "Here I go..." she thought to herself. "I can do this. Just level off. Level off... Good. Slow down. Okay. Now land." The next thing she knew, she was lying on the ground, face down, regaining consciousness. "You okay, Dulce?" asked Sonic. "I'm fine, ma," was the reply. "Where were you guys?" "Sorry, we were in a dogfight," answered Sally. "A dogfight? With who?" "A squadron of Stealth-bots." "A SQUADRON? Why was there a squadron out patrolling?" "Who knows." "There were a lot of hover units around," the intelligible young fox chimed in. "He's right. What's up with all the security?" asked Sonic. "Maybe Robotnik's up to something," replied Dulcy, fully recovered. "If he is, we're in trouble," Sally pointed out. "With all these patrols around, we're going to have a hard time completing the mission." "Right," confirmed Sonic. "Let's just get the 'bot and get outta here." "Okay. Dulcy, whenever you're ready." Dulcy flew up to a ledge on one of the surrounding buildings. After looking around, she signaled the "okay...no, wait...okay" sign. Sally jumped into Sonic's arms and he took off with Tails close behind. They were headed for the Swat-bot production factory. They arrived seconds later and all followed Sally as she led the way to an air vent. She carefully removed the grate, put it aside, and crawled through the small passage into the factory. After everybody was out of the vent, they spread out, scanning the interior. It was a vast place, conveyor belts, cranes, extra Swat-bot parts, yet not a single guard. "This is too weird," said Sonic. "Agreed," came a reply from Sally at the other end of the factory. "Sal?" "Over here. This must be where they put the completed Swat-bots before shipping them off to their posts and activating them." Princess Sally was standing in front of a loading dock. The Swat-bots would be left there until a transport shuttle came by to pick them up. "Good job, Sal. Meetchya' outside." Sonic dragged one of the Swat-bots back through the vent. Dulcy was outside waiting. "Here you go, Dulce." Sonic heaved the Swat-bot onto Dulcy's back and she took off for Knothole. Now came the hardest part of the mission: waiting. He waited... And waited... And waited... It seemed like hours before Sally and Tails finally emerged from the vent. Sally again leaped into Sonic's arms and he once more tore off into the night to the outskirts of Robotropolis. "Nicole," said Sally, "detonate." The factory went up in flames. A nice sized mushroom cloud soon followed. Then the shock wave. It was a spectacular light show, but all good things must come to an end. After it was over, the three started back toward Knothole, content in knowing the mission was successful. They were greeted at their small village by Rotor with a disturbed look on his face. "Message from Uncle Chuck," he said in a low voice. "What does it say?" Sonic wanted to know. Rotor handed him the message: Robotnik is definitely up to something. High Security. Lots of patrols. Working on the details. Watch for another message. "That's it?" "That's it." "But what could ol' 'Buttnik be doing that Uncle Chuck doesn't know about?" "Hard to say. Probably something big." "At least that explains all the security," concluded Dulcy. "But let's worry about that..." she yawned, "...in the morning." The group dispersed, each member heading of to his or her hut--except Rotor. He stayed up late in his lab, working on the Swat-bot. "Snively!" Doctor Robotnik contacted him via hologram. "Have you finished your interrogation?" Snively was in a small, enclosed room with a single chair in the center and a bright light aimed at it. It was one of the many interrogation rooms Robotnik had created. There were six Swat-bots assisting him, two guarding the door, three guarding the prisoner, and one off in a corner. Robotnik does not usually have this many guards assigned to a single prisoner. Even if a few of the prisoners did escape, where would they go? Snively gasped. "Well...uh...no, sir. Not yet," answered Snively. "He refuses to talk, sir." "Loosing your touch?" Robotnik thought back to when Commander Packbell arrived with the prisoners and wondered why he let Snively do the interrogating. "No, sir...it's just that...well, sir, we can't kill him." "Then roboticize him, fool! His secrets will be ours!" "Yes--" the hologram was gone, "--sir," Snively mumbled to himself. "Then roboticize him, fool! Hmph! I'll show you roboticizing!" He stormed off down the hall. "Bring the prisoner!" he called behind him. The three Swat-bots guarding the prisoner escorted him to the door with the Swat-bot in the corner leading the way, obviously designated as the unofficial leader. The other two at the door waited until everybody had left before bringing up the rear. "I don't think so," the prisoner announced. "Computer, retrieve all data from the Swat-bots, then delete all their data." All the Swat-bots suddenly fell flat on their faces. Snively heard the noise and spun around to find the prisoner escaping. "Get back here!" he demanded. "What are you waiting for!?!" he yelled at the Swat-bots. "Get him! Get him!" They did nothing. "What do you mean you LOST him!?!" asked Robotnik, holding Snively up to his face. Snively swallowed hard. "Well, sir..." "How can you lose a prisoner with SIX Swat-bots as escort!?!" "You see, sir..." Snively replied with sweat pouring down his face. "All their data is gone, sir." "WHAT!?!" "I-I-I can't explain it, sir. All data in the Swat-bots was deleted." "That's IMPOSSIBLE!!!" Robotnik said, throwing Snively back on the ground. "Find him, Snively! He cannot get away!" "Y-Y-Yes, sir." After Snively left to assemble his search party, Robotnik walked back to his chair and sat down. He pressed a button, "Packbell!" he ordered. A few seconds later a hologram appeared before him. "Yes, sir," Packbell awaited orders. "Whatever you're doing can wait!" ---To-Be-Continued---> From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 11 19:33:44 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00918 for sonic-ll; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:33:43 -0500 Received: from mail02.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00913 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:33:41 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail02.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA236468761; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:39:21 -0500 Date: Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:39:21 -0500 Message-Id: <950311193550_46574097@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Pacas, tenrecs, and pangolins..2 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Part 2. -B.B. "I need a new quote." -Myself This short story is based on the characters created and copyrighted by Archie Comic Publications, David Pistone, DiC Productions, Holly-Beth Kraft, and Sega Incorporated. The author gives his permission to distribute this work freely as long as it's distributed in its full, unaltered form and currency has nothing to do with the distribution. Any questions, comments, or protests can be addressed to the author. Copyright (C) 1995, Michael Szal. Pangolin Problems, Part 2 by Michael Szal (bblaze@aol.com) Rotor emerged from his lab early the next morning. It was fairly dark for morning, and cold. He looked up and saw the dark, looming clouds overhead. "Rain," he thought to himself and made his way over to the center of the village. Bookshire was already there, sitting at a table. "Do you always get up this early?" Rotor asked. "No, not always," Bookshire calmly answered. "Can't get the Swat-bot to activate?" "I've tried everything I can think of and it just sits there. It all seemed so easy. Just steal a Swat-bot and examine it's technology." "Could I take a look at it?" "Go ahead." Bookshire suddenly got up and hurriedly limped over to Rotor's lab. "I'll need your help!" he called behind him. Once in the lab, Bookshire knew exactly what to do. "We'll both grab an arm and drag it over to my place." They took the Swat-bot to Bookshire's hut and put it on a table. It was Bookshire's first time being able to carefully examine a Swat-bot and he was very excited. He searched for some sort of serial port on the Swat-bot. Turning the head to one side, he opened a small panel and there it was. He opened another small panel, this time on his computer, and a cable ejected from it. Taking the cable in one hand, he pulled it over to the port in the Swat-bot's head, neatly unwinding as it went, and plugged it in. "Okay, computer," Bookshire told it, "open a direct link through port A." "Open," the computer reported. "Access the main memory matrix." "Access denied." "As expected. Try it again using Cryptosmasher software." The computer worked on it for a second and reported, "Access granted." "Display the boot-up data." The screen started to fill with a bunch of seemingly random characters. "Wait, wait, wait. Decompile it first." It took a bit longer to do this, but soon the gibberish stopped and was replaced with (somewhat) plain English. Bookshire was very excited now, he started to look through the code. Rotor sat and watched. It was a long while before anybody spoke again. "Getting anywhere?" Rotor asked rhetorically. "Actually, yes," answered Bookshire. "What did you find out?" "Well, it won't activate because somebody doesn't want it to." "What do you mean?" "The Swat-bot's fine. Nothing is actually 'wrong' with it." "Buuuuut..." Rotor said slowly. "But somebody altered the boot-up data so that it won't activate unless..." "Unleeeeess..." he urged Bookshire on. "Ah! Here it is! Unless you find the problem and fix it." "Isn't that what you're supposed to do when there's a problem--fix it?" "Well, yes. But normally when somebody sabotages something, they don't intend for it to be fixed." "So you're saying that somebody sabotaged this Swat-bot, possibly many others, and wanted Robotnik to know about it." "Exactly. It was pretty hard to find the problem, but whoever did this definitely wanted Robotnik to find it." "But......why?" "Because of this: computer, display string: 'problem.'" A few lines of text were displayed. Rotor read it aloud: Dear Robotnik, It's been a while. How are things going? Looking forward to a reply. Send Snively to following co-ords, haven't seen him in a while: 33 S, 75 E. "Send Snively? If this guy's working for Robotnik, why would he put his message in a Swat-bot?" "I have no idea." "Maybe we should tell Sally." "Snively!" Robotnik's face appeared in one of the monitors of Snively's hover unit. "Have you located the prisoner yet?" "Well," said Snively, "no, sir. But he couldn't have gotten far." He turned to another console and pushed a few buttons. "Stealth-bots, Epsilon squadron, report." There came no reply. "Report, Epsilon!" Still no reply. "Theta squadron, report." No reply from them either. Snively was getting nervous. "Alpha squadron?" No reply. "Beta?" No reply. "Anybody!?!" "I don't like what I'm hearing, Snively." Snively was shaking now. "It seems that communications are down, s-s-sir." "Then get them back up! I don't want--" "Hello, Robotnik." It was the prisoner, on every monitor. "Having fun?" "What are you doing on my communications channel?" asked Robotnik. "Oh, nothing much. Just getting revenge. I mean, you DID try to roboticize me." Robotnik was just about to speak when the prisoner spoke first, "Don't worry, I'm not taking it personally. I'll just have my revenge and leave you alone." He walked off the screen for a few seconds and came back grinning. Suddenly, the entire city lost power. "How can he DO that!?!" Robotnik called out. "Were you tracing that?" he asked Packbell, who had been in the room with Robotnik, working on the location of the prisoner. "Of course. Omega squadron is on their way." "Excellent! Let's go!" Rotor and Bookshire headed over to Sally's hut where they found her and Bunny deep in a conversation. "Glad you're here," Sally greeted them. "We got another note from Uncle Chuck. It says: A prisoner escaped yesterday and blacked out the entire city. Better send Sonic for all the details. "Where's Sonic?" asked Rotor. "He left about ten minutes ago. Do you have any clue as to what this means?" "I'd say so," said Bookshire. He explained in detail what he had found in the Swat-bot. "It's obviously the work of another freedom fighter," hypothesized Sally. "It can't be any old freedom fighter," Bookshire told her. "Don't you see? Nobody can just black out a city. Whoever did this is an extremely powerful individual." "Maybe Naugus found a way back from that void place," said Bunny. "No," contributed Sally, "Naugus would take care of Robotnik directly. Whoever it is would be an invaluable addition to Knothole." "But how can we find this person?" asked Rotor. "I guess we'll just have to wait for--" Sally was just finishing her sentence as Sonic came through the door with Charles right behind. "I think you guys better hear this," suggested Sonic. "Three days ago," Charles began, "Robotnik's forces overpowered a small village just outside the Great Swamp. The prisoners were taken back to Robotropolis to await robotization. The very next day, most of them were roboticized. Some of them Robotnik kept to be interrogated. Yesterday, one of the prisoners escaped during the interrogation. Just this morning, he blacked out all of Robotropolis." "If he's so powerful, why not just overthrow Robotnik?" asked Sally. "Maybe he can't," assumed Bunny. "Not from what I just heard," said Bookshire. "This person can do anything, he just doesn't want to." "Doesn't want to!?!" Sonic entered the conversation. "We need to find this guy and bring him back here!" "WE?" rebutted Sally. "WE won't be able to get anywhere NEAR Robotropolis with all the patrols out looking for him." "Then WE will just have to get a power ring." Sonic had already made up his mind and was exiting the room. Lights everywhere were turning back on. "Sir," came Snively. "What is it, Snively?" Robotnik impatiently asked. He had more important things to attend to. "The power is back on-line." "I noticed. Thank you, Snively." He put his communicator down. "Move aside," ordered Robotnik as he pushed two Swat-bots out of his way. There were at least fifteen others, each with a laser rifle aimed at the prisoner, who was sitting in the middle of it all. Six Stealth-bots hovered overhead. "So..." said Robotnik confidently. "The tables have turned. Would you like to answer some questions now?" "Under normal circumstances," said the prisoner as if he was negotiating with Robotnik, "this would be a dire situation. But there's been this dragon flying around and--" "Dragon?" said Robotnik in disbelief as he flung around and looked up. There was Dulcy, circling the area. "The hedgehog! All units, full alert! Activate heat scanners! You two," he pointed to two Stealth-bots, "get that dragon!" "Hedgehog detected," said one of the Swat-bots in its monotonous voice. Sonic came around a corner, dodging lasers, and charged a Swat-bot. At the last second, he curled up with quills blazing and sliced right through it. He then grabbed the prisoner and continued onward to Knothole with Dulcy not far behind. The Swat-bots took their last, futile shots at Sonic as he disappeared over the horizon. "I HATE you, Hedgehog!" Robotnik called after him. The team regrouped in the war room, with just about everybody else, and immediately began an interrogation of their "prisoner." Now they could get a close look at him. He looked like an armadillo, and yet, was not. He was definitely older than sixteen, but nobody was quite sure by how much. Sonic, realizing that there were more important aspects to a person besides physical characteristics, began the interrogation. "Okay, bud," said Sonic, "why'd you blow our cover? You could've ruined the whole operation!" "Part of the reason is that I didn't know who was flying around up there, and I still don't," said the prisoner, looking at Dulcy. "Oh, I'm Dulcy," she answered. "Hello, Dulcy. You can call me Williams. The other part is that it distracted Robotnik so I could escape, but I see Sonic rescued me first," he said, nodding in Sonic's direction. "You know who I am?" asked Sonic. "Sure. Robotnik always talks about you. Boy, he REALLY hates you. Did you know that you've been officially declared the 'priority hedgehog?'" "You can access his computer core?" asked Rotor. "Of course. Contrary to popular belief, living in a tiny village in the middle of nowhere DOES get boring. It's amazing what you can do when you're bored." "So you can break into Robotnik's systems any time you want without him knowing about it and you never bothered to disable any of them?" asked Sally. "Why should I?" Sally was agitated. "Maybe it would be a little easier to win the war if Robotnik didn't have any defenses, don't you think?" "War? I wouldn't consider this a war. Think of it as a change it government," said Williams with an optimistic smile. Sally was angry. "Speaking of wars, I thought Mobitropolis was supposed to have a huge, powerful army. Didn't WE win the Great War? Where was our army when Robotnik took over?" He already knew the answer. After the Great War, the king gave his permission for Robotnik to dismantled the army. (Back then no one ever suspected him of plotting against the king.) Instead, he improved it and used it to take over the planet. Mobitropolis had been conquered by it's own army. Sally was very angry. "Isn't it true that your father was the cause of the whole thing? Maybe he planned--" "STOP IT!!!" Sally was enraged. "My father was an honest, trustworthy man and would never, EVER start a war that takes innocent lives!" She ran out of the room. "Sally!" called Dulcy as she went out after her. "You're worse than Robuttnik," accused Sonic. He began his search for Sally and Dulcy. That left Rotor and Antoine. "What I want to know," asked Rotor, "is who put the message in the Swat-bot?" "I did," answered Williams. "Robotnik doesn't pay any attention to them anymore, but they give me something to do." "I'm assuming you're also the one who blacked out Robotropolis?" "Uh, huh," he nodded. "That brings me back to Sally's question. If you're against Robotnik, why not just end the war now?" "First of all, I'm not in this war. Think of me as an impartial observer." "Impartial observers don't black out cities." "Only when they're captured, interrogated, and almost roboticized. Secondly, this is Knothole, right? Robotnik's been looking for this place for years. I could tell him where it is and end the war that way. In fact, why don't I do that. Computer, transmit current coordinates to everywhere in Robotropolis. You better hope Robotnik isn't looking at a monitor right now." "You fuel!" screamed Antoine. "You are going to get us all captivated!" He ran out of the room, screaming for somebody to come help him. Soon after, Sonic came rushing to his rescue. "What is it now, Ant?" "We are all doom-ed, DOOM-ED!" Rotor emerged from the War Room. "Williams gave away Knothole's location. Robotnik could be on his way right now." By now, Sally had arrived with Bunny. "What is going on?" asked Sally. "Williams told Robotnik where Knothole is," answered Sonic. "He's gone WAY too far this time," said Sally. Bookshire had an idea of what was going on, so he entered the War Room and closed the door behind him. As he did, Williams stopped transmitting. "You didn't really give away our location, did you?" he asked Williams, expecting an answer. "Yeah, why?" That wasn't the answer he was expecting. "I can't believe you. You've got the whole village scared to death that they'll all be roboticized, and they just might be! What are you going to do now?" "I'll just slip out through the window and leave you to explain everything." "I wouldn't come back anytime soon, if I were you. It seems the entire village hates you." "But you don't hate me." "I'm not sure what to think." And with that, Williams was gone. Bookshire faced the mob of panicked citizens and explained what had happened. A few accusations against him later, the crowd had dispersed and things were returning to normal. "Ah'm sure glad that's over," Bunny voiced her opinion to Sally as they walked back to their huts. "Me too," replied Sally. "I guess if Robotnik was going to attack, he'd've been here by now. I bet Tails is--" She stopped walking. "What's wrong, Sally-girl?" "Have you seen Tails lately?" "No, but--" Sally didn't care to hear the rest. She quickly found Sonic, also headed for his hut, and asked him the same question. "Nope, not since we left to go find that Williams guy," he said. They both started to worry. Usually, Tails is were the action is. They checked their huts and anywhere else Tails might have gone, but he was no where to be found. ---To-Be-Continued---> From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 11 19:34:37 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00930 for sonic-ll; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:34:36 -0500 Received: from mail02.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00925 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:34:34 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail02.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA241968814; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:40:14 -0500 Date: Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:40:14 -0500 Message-Id: <950311193810_46575804@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Pacas, tenrecs, and pangolins..3 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Part 3. One more! -B.B. "I need a new quote." -Myself This short story is based on the characters created and copyrighted by Archie Comic Publications, David Pistone, DiC Productions, Holly-Beth Kraft, and Sega Incorporated. The author gives his permission to distribute this work freely as long as it's distributed in its full, unaltered form and currency has nothing to do with the distribution. Any questions, comments, or protests can be addressed to the author. Copyright (C) 1995, Michael Szal. Pangolin Problems, Part 3 by Michael Szal (bblaze@aol.com) Williams was well into the Great Forest by now and was thinking of where to go next when he heard something behind him. He ignored it, forcing himself to believe it was just a small animal--he WAS in a forest. Back to the problem of where to go next. Maybe he'd go to back to his village and take what he could from what was left of it. Or maybe he'd-- He heard the sound again. There was definitely something following him. Ideas raced through his mind. A huge, carnivorous animal? An army of Swat-bots? He took out his computer and scanned behind him to see what it was. A small fox? He turned around. "Hellooooo..." he called out. "C'mon out." Tails stepped out from behind the bush. He was where the action is after all. Williams sat down at the base of a tree and groaned. Tails ran over and sat down next to him. "You're that kid from Knothole, right?" Williams started the conversation, not looking at Tails. "Yep. I'm Tails." Williams groaned again. "You can't be here, not after what just happened." "Why not? Did you really tell Robotnik where Knothole is?" "Yes, well...no. I didn't TELL him, I just sent him my location. He probably just ignored it." A moment of silence. "I'm not evil, but the rest of Knothole certainly thinks so. Which is why you can't be here. They're probably looking for you and think I kidnapped you. Why ARE you here anyway?" "I wanted to see where you were going. Why can't you live with us?" "Well, besides the fact that nobody would let me, there's always the fact that if I lived with you, that would mean I'd be on your side and against Robotnik." "Are you on Robotnik's side?" "No. How can I explain? I'm not for Robotnik, but I'm not against him either." "So you're neutral." "Nnnnno. Neutral implies not getting involved. And I'm really involved now." There was a short moment of silence after which Williams stood up, looked down at Tails, and said, "I'll be leaving now, you'll have to go." "But I wanna come with you," said Tails, also standing up. "You're almost as cool as Sonic!" "I'll take that as a complement." More silence. "You can come, but if anything happens, just do as I say and everything will be all right." "Cool." They started their journey to the Great Swamp. Not five minutes later, they were attacked. Williams was knocked in the back of the head by a large branch and fell to the ground, stunned for now. When he came to, he realized what had happened. He was sitting up against a tree with his hands tied behind his back and saw Tails against another tree across from him, also apparently tied. A seemingly tall woman approached him with a laser rifle. "You're awake. Good. Get up, both of you. We're going to the Great Swamp." They both got up. Williams was the first to talk. "Who--" "Shut up. Questions will be answered when we get there. You will lead the way. Try anything and you will die." As they walked, Williams was trying to think of when everything went wrong. Three days ago, everything was fine. Then they were attacked. He was taken prisoner and spent the night in a cell. The next night, he was interrogated. Then the escape and the night was spent in an air duct. He was found and captured the next morning, which is when Sonic rescued him. Then came the Knothole incident and afterwards he found Tails. Now he's being led to the Great Swamp by a woman with a gun trained on him and is responsible for a young fox's safety. "All in all, it's been a pretty good day," he said to himself. "No talking," came the woman's voice from behind him. "He's not in Knothole," reported Sonic. "I've searched everywhere." The group had, once again, met in the War Room to try to solve this mess. "Then Williams must have kidnapped him," said Sally. "I knew he was a spy from Robotropolis! I bet 'Williams' isn't even his real name!" "I don't know," explained Bookshire. "If he's with Robotnik, why did Robotnik capture him, and why did he black out the city?" "If he isn't with Robotnik, why did he give us away?" Sonic brought up a good point. "It was all just an act. Robotnik's probably sitting in his chair laughing, knowing he has us right where he wants us," assumed Sally. "Then let's find out," suggested Bookshire. "I'll just check his main computer core to see if there's anything about Williams or Tails." They were off to Bookshire's hut. "Computer," ordered Bookshire, "access the Robotropolis Main Computer Core using Cryptosmasher software." "Access granted," reported the computer. "Scan the entire core for anything about the name 'Williams.'" "Scanning......... No files found." "Scan for anything about Tails being captured." "Scanning......... No files found." "Scan for anything about relating to a prisoner that escaped yesterday." "Scanning......... One file found." "Show me." "Access denied. Level four security clearance required." "Forge it." "Access granted." The file was displayed. Bookshire read it and summarized it for the rest of the group. "Basically, it confirms the story that a prisoner was captured in a raid and escaped interrogation, the same prisoner that Sonic rescued. This was level four, I don't think it's fake. Williams is not on Robotnik's side." "Then why would he kidnap Tails?" Sally still wanted to know. "Maybe he didn't, but whatever the case, we need to find Tails." "Agreed. Sonic, you search Robotropolis, Dulcy, you and I will search the Great Forest." It was a long while before they finally made it to their destination and they were all tired. Williams and Tails sat down and got as comfortable as they could, considering their condition. "How about untying us now? If we try to escape, you can kill us." Tails immediately looked at Williams at the sound of being shot. "It's okay," he said to Tails, "just don't try to escape and she won't kill you." Tails was unsure about this plan. "Deal," the woman said. She walked over to Tails, crouched down, and untied his hands, being careful not to let Williams out of her sight. Tails, in turn, made his way to Williams and untied his hands. "Who are you?" asked Williams. "The name is Sandra Nightweaver. I deal in information. Who are you?" Williams looked at Tails, hoping he'd understand, then back at Sandra. "I'm Xero, this is Tails, we're Knothole defectors. Why do you want us?" "Oh, I don't want you, Packbell does. Strange, he said that you're a fugitive of some kind." "Yeah, well I am. I escaped from my cell, Tails happened to be in the same cell as me. Almost made it to Knothole. Hey Tails, you okay?... Tails?... Tails! He's dehydrated! You can't expect him to walk this far without water! Get him some water! If he dies, Packbell would be very disappointed!" Sandra just stood there. "You're good," noticed Williams. "If you want to escape, you haven't got much time left until noon. Besides, Packbell doesn't want HIM." She aimed the rifle at Tails. "He's expendable." Williams stood between her and Tails. "Uh, yeah. But right now I'm kinda responsible for his life, so if Packbell doesn't want him, why not let him go?" "Because he's my prisoner and I don't want to let him go. Now sit down, Zero or One or whatever kind of a stupid name you have." He obeyed. "Sigh," he sighed. "Must I explain everything? It's Xero, with a 'Xi.' Not naught." A short silence. "How much is Packbell paying you?" "He gave me this laser rifle and, when the operation is complete, a hover unit." "Wow. Hover unit. You do a lot of work for Robotnik?" "I don't work for Robotnik. I work for whoever hires me." "Ohhhhh," said Williams, nodding. "So if I give you something better than a hover unit, you'll let us go?" "Maybe." A long silence. No one moved, no one talked. Each of them looked at one another, thinking about the situation. Williams was looking at Tails when he realized that Tails had not said a word ever since they were captured in the Great Forest. "Tails," Williams broke the silence, "you okay, for real?" "Sonic would've saved us by now. I'll probably never see Vixie again." "Vixie?" "Never mind." "I'm sure Sonic's out looking for us right now. But everything will be fine as soon as Packbell comes." Tails was puzzled about what Williams just said. It sounded wrong. "I thought Packbell was gonna roboticize us? That's bad, right?" "Not really. I'll explain. You and I have the one most important thing it takes to win this war: intelligence. With it, you can do anything." "Then why are we stuck here?" "You underestimate me. Life is just a game. You only get one, so you have to make it as interesting as possible. This war gives you the chance to do that. When it's over, you can tell your kids all about how you helped win it. Chances are, their lives won't be nearly as exciting as yours. You may not think so, but you're a very lucky person." "YOU may think it's fun, but I don't. Not after my parents were roboticized." "Ha! I was there when it all started. Everybody I knew had been roboticized. I narrowly escaped certain doom and lived here, in a village near the Great Swamp. Just three days ago, Packbell found us and took us all to Robotropolis. I was the only one to escape." Williams was just getting started when he was rudely interrupted by Sandra, who had shot Tails. "Hey!" shouted Williams. "We had a deal! You could kill him, but ONLY if he was trying to escape!" "Oh shut up! He's not dead, just stunned. Your annoying little life story was getting to me." "You wanted ME to shut up so you shot Tails," illogically concluded Williams. "I couldn't risk killing YOU. You're the one Packbell wants." Williams groaned. He attended to Tails, who was fine but unconscious. "Here." Sandra threw Williams her rifle. "I'll be back," she said and was gone. "Nothing," reported Sonic as he arrived back in the War Room. He was the last to stop searching. "He HAS to be SOMEWHERE," said Sally. "Tails wouldn't just wander off alone. The ONLY explanation is that Robotnik has him somewhere." "That's impossible, Sal. I checked with Uncle Chuck. There's nothing going on down there." "There has to be!" "Whoah, Sal. You need a nap." "I'm sorry. I'm under a lot a stress right now. First Williams, now Tails. I guess we'll just have to wait and see who finds him." "He can take care of himself." "I certainly hope so." In five short minutes, Sandra did indeed come back with a small pouch around her neck. "Some food and water rations," she said, offering the bag. "Oh, I see. First you try to kill him, then you offer him food. I guess I never will understand the female mind. You hungry?" he asked Tails, opening the bag. Tails had regained consciousness, but was still a bit groggy. He mumbled something and held out his hand. Williams gave him the bag. Knowing that Tails was taken care of, he turned his attention to Sandra. "How did you know you could trust me?" He handed Sandra her gun back. "I could've escaped when you were gone. Or I could've shot you just now." "Besides being annoying, your little story revealed a lot about yourself. I shot Tails to test my theory. If you were here when I came back, I was right. If not, I didn't get my hover unit." "You still didn't explain how we're going to escape," asked Tails. "It's quite simple, Sandra gives us to Packbell and gets her hover unit. We get Packbell to take you back to Knothole. I let him take me to Robotropolis. Everybody's happy." "But..." Tails was worried. "You'll be..." "I'll be having the time of my life, trust me." The trio waited for Commander Packbell to arrive. And arrive he did. Sandra retreated deeper into the swamp, so as not to let Packbell see her. Two hover units landed in the middle of their "camp site." The pilot of Sandra's hover unit, a Swat-bot, got out and escorted the prisoners to the transport. "Good bye!" Williams called into the swamp, knowing Sandra was there. "And have fun!" He was loaded onto the ship. "I know you are there, Sandra," announced Packbell. "Here is your hover unit." He also got into the ship and took off for Robotropolis. "Are you prepared for the end of your natural life?" Packbell asked Williams. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean it's going to happen. Computer, scramble the Swat-bot." The copilot made a few jerky movements, then lay limp in its chair. "Wow! How'd you do that?" inquired Tails. "What have you done!?!" asked Packbell, scrambling for a weapon of some sort. "Nothing much, I just randomized every bit of information stored in the Swat-bot. Computer, scramble Pack--" "No! Wait!" Packbell seemed frightened for his life--he couldn't find a weapon. "Computer, stand by to scramble Packbell." "What do you want?" "Take us to Knothole." "If I knew where Knothole was, I would have seized it long ago." "I wouldn't talk to the person who has your life in his hands like that. Tails, you know where you live, fly us there." "I can't fly a hover unit," explained Tails. "Well, here's your chance to learn. We've got time. Press some buttons, flip some switches, have fun! It's not like Packbell will even THINK of hurting you." Tails climbed into the front seat, pushing the Swat-bot onto the floor. "HE will never be able to get us ANYWHERE," observed Packbell. "HE is incredulously intelligent and will learn. And from now on, you will refer to him as 'Supreme Emperor of All Time and Space.'" "And what shall I call you? 'Lord of Mobius?'" "No, you may call me Williams." The ship suddenly shot forward, then stopped. "Getting anywhere, Emperor?" Tails giggled. He liked the feeling of being in control, of having power. "Here we go." He turned the hover unit around (sharply), then headed towards Knothole. "The little twit will kill us all," warned Packbell. "You cannot just get into a hover unit and fly away." "WHO will kill us all?" asked Williams. "The Supreme Emperor of All Time and Space," Packbell corrected his warning. "Very good! And if he does kill us all, you can blame me." Tails landed the hover unit right in the middle of town, where everybody could see. As the door opened, a hush fell over the crowd that gathered. Tails stepped out and took a bow. Sally pushed her way through the cheering crowd and hugged Tails as hard as she could. "I was so worried!" she exclaimed with a few tears rolling down her cheek. "I'm glad you're back! Where have you been? Are you okay?" As they were talking, Williams appeared in the doorway. "Sorry to leave so soon, but I have an unscheduled appointment with Robotnik." The hover unit took off for Robotropolis. "Why was he in there? Why were YOU in there? Oh, I'm glad you're back! What happened?" Tails was really excited. "I followed Williams into the Great Forest, then we were attacked by Sandra and taken to the Great Swamp." "You were attacked!?! Did she hurt you?" "No, not until we got to the Great Swamp, then Williams tried to save us but it didn't work, so she shot me." "My gosh! She shot you!?! Are you okay!?!" "Yep, fine Aunt Sally. I was only unconscious for a few minutes. Then Packbell came and traded Sandra a hover unit for us, but then Williams let me fly the hover unit and made Packbell call me the Supreme Emperor of All Time and Space!" "This guy's good," complimented Sonic. "But you were shot! I'll never forgive him!" vowed Sally. "It wasn't his fault, Aunt Sally. He stood between Sandra and me. But now..." Tails' tone of voice lowered. He spoke a bit slower and fought back a tear. "Now he's Packbell's prisoner." "You mean to tell me," said Sonic in disbelief, "that he got you to fly a hover unit with Packbell next to you in the cockpit, and now he's giving himself up?" "He even said he would," confirmed Tails. "He said that Sandra got her hover unit, I got home, and Packbell got his prisoner." ---To-Be-Continued---> From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 11 19:36:54 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00940 for sonic-ll; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:36:53 -0500 Received: from mail06.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00935 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:36:51 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail06.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA178548950; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:42:30 -0500 Date: Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:42:30 -0500 Message-Id: <950311194019_46577328@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Pacas, tenrecs, and pangolins..4 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Last one! -B.B. "I need a new quote." -Myself This short story is based on the characters created and copyrighted by Archie Comic Publications, David Pistone, DiC Productions, Holly-Beth Kraft, and Sega Incorporated. The author gives his permission to distribute this work freely as long as it's distributed in its full, unaltered form and currency has nothing to do with the distribution. Any questions, comments, or protests can be addressed to the author. Copyright (C) 1995, Michael Szal. Pangolin Problems, Part 4 by Michael Szal (bblaze@aol.com) "Okay Packbell," said Williams, "you can take me to Robotnik now. Computer, unscramble the Swat-bot." The Swat-bot on the floor, where Tails had left him, got up and returned to normal as if nothing happened. "How can you undo a random process?" Packbell wanted to know. "Only an idiot does something he can't undo," was all Williams said. "The Swat-bots you disabled earlier, you have all the data that was lost?" "Of course. When we get to Robotropolis, I won't mention anything about Tails or being taken against your will." Packbell was extremely confused. If Williams didn't want to be a prisoner, why was he giving in? He certainly had the ability to escape. All he had to do was tell his computer-- His computer! That was the key! "Give me your computer," ordered Packbell. "Huh?" "Give me that computer of yours." Williams laughed out loud. "I'm not your prisoner!" he managed to say, still laughing. "I'm just visiting Robotnik to help him out and what not." Packbell utilized all available data and still could not find any reason for this kind of behavior. In his experience, nobody ever wanted to help Robotnik. "If you are a freedom fighter," said Packbell, "why do you not resist?" "I just disabled a Swat-bot and threatened to do the same to you. You don't call that resistance?" "That is what I mean. Why do you help a freedom fighter, then turn around and help Robotnik?" "I guess there are just some things you will never understand." The rest of the trip was spent in silence. When they arrived at Robotropolis, Williams was escorted to Robotnik's lair. "Commander Packbell," greeted Robotnik, "I see you've brought me my prisoner." "I am in no way here against my will," stated Williams. Robotnik looked at Packbell as if this was all just a joke. "It is true. He can leave at any time." "Why can't you stop him?" Robotnik seemed worried. "I came here to help you out," said Williams, "and you treat me like one of your prisoners." "Packbell, seize him!" Packbell took one look at Williams and remembered what had happened to the Swat-bot. "No," he disobeyed. "I'll seize him myself." Robotnik started to approach Williams. "Computer, now." Robotnik's robotic arm suddenly grabbed his neck and started to strangle him. "What...is...going...on..." he somehow managed to force air out of his lungs even though his throat was being crushed. "Computer, stop." The hand let go. "I knew you were going to try something. You're a bit behind in this conversation. Packbell and I are on 'I'm here to help you.' You're way back at 'seize him.' If you want my help, I suggest you cooperate. If not, Packbell and I will go back to Knothole and rule the world from there." "Packbell?" Robotnik directed his attention to the android. "You were at Knothole? And you didn't tell me!?!" "Yes," he stood behind Williams. "Whose side are you on!?!" Packbell didn't dare say what was on his mind. "If only our positions were reversed," he was thinking. "This person has complete control over me, what am I to do about it!?!" He told Robotnik what he wanted to hear, "Yours, sir." "Then take him prisoner! Now!" "Okay, that's it!" Williams was fed up. "I'll be leaving now. Don't expect me to help you." He turned around and was about leave when Sonic came rushing in with four Swat-bots behind him. "You have to show up at the worst possible times, don't you?" "Grab on! We're gettin' outta here!" ordered Sonic. Packbell took the initiative and tried to grab Sonic, but was too slow. Sonic had already grabbed Williams and was headed for the door when he was cut off by the pursuing Swat-bots. He stopped, turned around and took off in the opposite direction. The next thing he knew, he was face up on the ground. Williams had held on to his backpack so when he took off his feet went forward and the rest of him stayed. Packbell reached down and picked Sonic up. "Hey! Put me down!" "I've always wanted to know what you keep in here..." Williams opened up Sonic's backpack. "What're you doin'!?!" He rummaged through the pack. "A power ring... Infra-red goggles?..." he put them on. "Hee, hee! Very cool." He didn't have a neat backpack like Sonic, so he wore the goggles over his forehead. "Well..." started Robotnik. "Williams," continued Williams. "Well, Williams. I see I've underestimated you." "People tend to do that. Want a ring?" He tossed the power ring to Robotnik like a frisbee. "Now what? We roboticize him?" "What!?!" complained Sonic. "What do you mean 'what?' You trust me, don't you?" "Not any more, bud." Williams groaned. He turned to Robotnik, "You trust me, right?" "Not yet." He groaned again. "Trapped in the middle," he said to himself. On the way to the roboticizer, Sonic said some things to the effect of "you'll never get away with this" and "you can roboticize me, but there will be others." In the end, they were all in front of that small, diamond-glass tube. Sonic was being lead inside by Packbell when Robotnik interrupted him. "No. Put the armadillo in first." "I am NOT an armadillo!" corrected Williams as he was being lead inside by two Swat-bots. "See this tail? Do armadillos have prehensile tails?" He was now enclosed in the tube. "I'm giving you one last chance before I retaliate." Robotnik walked over to the control panel. "Computer, throw the roboticizer boot-up program into an infinite loop." His computer inserted the necessary code. "And computer, retrieve the location of Knothole from Packbell, then delete it from his memory." Robotnik hit a button and the sound of the roboticizer warming up filled the room. But it kept warming, the beam never kicked in. "I'd say we've thirty or so seconds before the entire room blows up," approximated Williams. "I would get you for this," said Robotnik, "but you saved me the trouble. Packbell, lock the hedgehog in the room." Robotnik and the Swat-bots left the room. Packbell, still carrying Sonic, stepped outside, threw Sonic back in, and closed the only door to the room. Sonic looked at Williams and, albeit he gave Robotnik the only power ring Sonic had with him, he did save Tails. "Stand back!" he said and tried to buzz-saw his way through the glass. Not even a scratch. "Computer, raise the diamond-glass tube." It retracted back into the ceiling. "Computer, how much time until the roboticizer overheats?" "Forty-two seconds," his computer reported. "We have more time than I thought." "Let's go!" urged Sonic. "We're going to be toast!" "Relax. We have more than an ample amount of time." Sonic tapped his foot on the ground as he waited. Two seconds later, "Time's up, let's go!" "Don't you want to wait until the last second and escape just in time? Maybe dive behind something just as it's exploding?" "I'm not leaving without you!" "Okay. Computer, take the roboticizer out of the loop." The roboticizer stopped warming up and engaged the beam. Of course, nobody was underneath it. "You could've done that all along?" asked Sonic. "Uh, huh," nodded Williams. "Let's go. Through this vent." Sonic lead the way out of the building. Williams was in for a pleasant surprise. "Rain! I love the rain!" He started to walk away. "Bye!" Sonic caught up with him. "Where are you going?" "To the Great Swamp." "In the rain!?! I'll take you there." He picked Williams up and they were headed to the Great Swamp. Williams gave directions as they went and they soon arrived at a small village. "Thank you, you may go now." "You're going to stay here?" "Yes. This is where I live. Bye." Sonic was hesitant, but said his good-bye and left. The next day, there were still clouds overhead, but it seemed to be clearing up. Life in Knothole was returning to normal, but many villagers still talked about Williams. Tails and Dulcy were playing air tag. Sally was in her hut "recovering" as a messenger bird perched on her window sill. She took the note from it and it flew away. On it was written: To: Tails (No Pun Intended) "Tails!" Sally called out the window. Tails flew down and entered her hut. "What is it, Aunt Sally?" "You have...mail." "Cool!" Tails had never gotten mail before. He opened it up. There was a small disc tied to the bottom of the note. It read: Dear Tails, I thought you might like some information on the retrieval of data from other computers without direct links. You wanted to know how I scrambled that Swat-bot, this will get you started. Enclosed is a disc with everything on it. Tails untied the disc and asked Sally to borrow Nicole. She let him, so he inserted the disc and accessed what was on it. A list of all the files came up with a message at the bottom: P.S. You now have a virus. The End... And now the character profile. Name: Gabriel Williams Species: Giant pangolin Sex: Male Age: 22 War Standing: Impartial observer Occupation: Freelance hacker Specialties: Computers and everything about them Other Notes: Gabriel was originally born and raised in Mobitropolis, but was relocated to a village near the great swamp when Robotnik took over. He can make the best out of any situation and always stays calm, even when he has no idea what's going on. A few of his friends have been known to call him Xero at times, supposedly because of his sense of humor. He uses this name when he doesn't want anybody to know his real one. He doesn't really care who wins the war and has been trying not to get involved. But since he's been dragged into the war, he'll fight for whichever side he wants and change sides a few times to make it interesting. Gabriel has a computer, about the size of Nicole, as his aide. If ever it was taken from him, he'd have only his wits to get it back or make a new one. From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 11 19:37:33 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00951 for sonic-ll; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:37:32 -0500 Received: from saul4.u.washington.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA00946 for ; Sat, 11 Mar 1995 19:37:30 -0500 Received: by saul4.u.washington.edu (5.65+UW95.02/UW-NDC Revision: 2.32 ) id AA25756; Sat, 11 Mar 95 16:43:38 -0800 X-Sender: lazuli@saul4.u.washington.edu Date: Sat, 11 Mar 1995 16:43:37 -0800 (PST) From: Fred Sloniker To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Pacas, tenrecs, and pangolins... In-Reply-To: <950311193213_46571501@aol.com> Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Sat, 11 Mar 1995 BBlaze@aol.com wrote: > I promised you a story, so without further ado, here it is... [snip] > "There were a lot of hover units around," the intelligible young fox > chimed in. I think you mean 'intelligent'. (:3 But that's a nitpick, as is my comment that you need to format for a few characters less across (the ends of some lines wrapped oddly). Mainly I'm looking forward to seeing more! (:3 ---Fred M. Sloniker, stressed undergrad L. Lazuli R'kamos, FurryMUCKer lazuli@u.washington.edu It's not the fall that hurts. It's the sudden stop at the end. From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 12 02:20:38 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA02280 for sonic-ll; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 02:20:29 -0500 Received: from acmey.gatech.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA02275 for ; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 02:20:27 -0500 From: gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu Received: (from gt6005a@localhost) by acmey.gatech.edu (8.6.9/8.6.9) id CAA02218 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 02:26:38 -0500 Message-Id: <199503120726.CAA02218@acmey.gatech.edu> Subject: Com(ple)ments on The Temporal Syndrome To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Sun, 12 Mar 1995 02:26:38 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: <9503111752.0P3PY00@twty.chi.il.us> from "craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us" at Mar 11, 95 05:52:09 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] Content-Type: text Content-Length: 1103 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: AWRIGHT!!!! WHO'S RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS??!!?! I'll have YOU know that I made the mistake of reading this...this... this...piece of work while I was at work. CAN YOU IMAGINE my embarassment I experienced as I'm hastily trying to wipe tears out of my eyes while dealing with the customers?!? Great story. I only hope my stories (which will feature a new Freedom Fighter, BTW), come close. later---Kris -- *******Robin Hood (Kris Kelley) gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu***************** * fnord-42-froinlaven-cowabunga-the truth is out there-get out-spin dash * * are you pondering what I'm pondering?-welcome to the next level-yars!! * * finish him!-i hope i've shown you how to treat a lady-i'm a character! * ************************************************************************** * "Don't care what people say / Just follow your own way." - Enigma * * "I'm not sure that the world would be ready for 2 of me!" - P. O'Toole * * "Life: Am I taking this too personally?" - me * ************************************************************************** From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 12 03:12:43 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id DAA02314 for sonic-ll; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 03:12:42 -0500 Received: from rachael.franken.de by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id DAA02309 for ; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 03:12:39 -0500 Received: from by rachael.franken.de with cbsmtp (Smail3.1.28.1 #13) id m0rninc-000oIBC; Sun, 12 Mar 95 09:14 MET Received: from deco.franken.de by hub-n.franken.de with uucp (Smail3.1.28.1 #12) id m0rnfng-000bguC; Sun, 12 Mar 95 06:02 MET Received: by deco.franken.de (CrossPoint v3.02); 12 Mar 1995 06:03:44 +0100 Date: 11 Mar 1995 21:36:00 +0100 From: sanasi@deco.franken.de (Alessandro Sanasi) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Message-ID: <5hfkComuzxB@deco.franken.de> Subject: Next Sonic game only for 32X X-Mailer: XP v3.02 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Hello. Today I got an interesting e-mail from Wallis@segaoa.com: > Unfortunately, there probably won't be any more Sonic games for the Genesis. > Although '95 is estimated to be a strong year for Genesis titles, '96 sales > and beyond are forecasted to be in rapid decline. Therefore, since we could > not possibly get a good Sonic game out by '95 year-end (because we'd only > have a 6-7 month production cycle, which is too short and rushed), we are > not going to do another Genesis title. > The next Sonic game from STI is going to be for the 32X, and beyond that > probably for the Saturn. I know Sega of Japan is working on a Saturn Sonic > game. That means no more Sonic for the Genesis... what do you think about it? Very disappointed Alessandro --- You get what anyone gets. You get a lifetime. From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 12 03:12:46 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id DAA02325 for sonic-ll; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 03:12:45 -0500 Received: from rachael.franken.de by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id DAA02316 for ; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 03:12:43 -0500 Received: from by rachael.franken.de with cbsmtp (Smail3.1.28.1 #13) id m0rninc-000oIEC; Sun, 12 Mar 95 09:14 MET Received: from deco.franken.de by hub-n.franken.de with uucp (Smail3.1.28.1 #12) id m0rnfni-000bgxC; Sun, 12 Mar 95 06:02 MET Received: by deco.franken.de (CrossPoint v3.02); 12 Mar 1995 06:03:45 +0100 Date: 11 Mar 1995 21:40:00 +0100 From: sanasi@deco.franken.de (Alessandro Sanasi) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Message-ID: <5hfkD5XuzxB@deco.franken.de> Subject: alt.fan.sonic-hedgehog X-Mailer: XP v3.02 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Hi. Could someone tell me the name of at least one server that carries the alt.fan.sonic-hedgehog newsgroup? Thanks in advance Alessandro --- You get what anyone gets. You get a lifetime. ## CrossPoint v3.02 ## From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 12 09:10:25 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA02508 for sonic-ll; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 09:10:17 -0500 Received: from rachael.franken.de by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA02503 for ; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 09:10:14 -0500 Received: from by rachael.franken.de with cbsmtp (Smail3.1.28.1 #13) id m0rnoPX-000oLYC; Sun, 12 Mar 95 15:14 MET Received: from deco.franken.de by hub-n.franken.de with uucp (Smail3.1.28.1 #12) id m0rnntf-000bgmC; Sun, 12 Mar 95 14:41 MET Received: by deco.franken.de (CrossPoint v3.02); 12 Mar 1995 14:42:44 +0100 Date: 12 Mar 1995 06:35:00 +0100 From: sanasi@deco.franken.de (Alessandro Sanasi) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Message-ID: <5hjmEc-uzxB@deco.franken.de> In-Reply-To: Subject: Re: It's deja vu all over again! X-Mailer: XP v3.02 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On 11 Mar 95, Fred Sloniker wrote: > Is it just me, or do the recent posts by Alessandro (Allesandro? I can > never remember which way it goes...) Its 'Alessandro', but never mind, almost NO ONE remembers how to write this name correctly. > look awfully familiar? Is there > some glitch with the listserver, or does our German correspondent need to > rot-13 my tagline (do it, and you'll get it)? > > ---Fred M. Sloniker, stressed undergrad > L. Lazuli R'kamos, FurryMUCKer > lazuli@u.washington.edu I _did not_ send this postings again. I really don't know how this could happen... There WERE some technical difficulties with my mailserver and some of my mail to the list got lost. But an accidential resend due to this problem is impossible because my program deletes all outgoing mail once it has been sent. Take it easy... but take it Alessandro --- You get what anyone gets. You get a lifetime. ## CrossPoint v3.02 ## From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 12 14:14:06 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA02942 for sonic-ll; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 14:14:03 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA02937 for ; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 14:14:00 -0500 Received: from usr1.primenet.com (root@usr1.primenet.com [198.68.32.11]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with ESMTP id MAA17164 for ; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 12:20:14 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr1.primenet.com (8.6.10/8.6.5) id MAA14910; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 12:20:14 -0700 Date: Sun, 12 Mar 1995 12:20:13 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Pacas, tenrecs, and pangolins... In-Reply-To: Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Congrads on the story BBlaze! I particularly like the fact that my characters were represented VERY accuratesly. The storyline was great also! I formally request permission to post it on my WWW page and FTP site. P.S. -- You should think about posting it in the newsgroup. If you don't have the time, just say the word and I'll post it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How do you spot an honest lawyer?" "No one knows . . ." --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lawyer jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 12 14:56:48 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA03063 for sonic-ll; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 14:56:46 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA03058 for ; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 14:56:44 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id OAA03949 for ; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 14:03:05 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Sun, 12 Mar 95 14:08 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0J9TM002 Sun, 12 Mar 95 13:43:08 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503121343.0J9TM00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Sun, 12 Mar 95 13:43:08 Subject: Com(ple)ments on the temporal To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: WHAT A STORY!!! I really liked the ending. So touching, it was worth the wait. and now robin hood (Forget your name) Will be writing storys. This is almost as good as having the sat AM show on with some storys that are better then some of them (I think all the storys are better then the 4 15 min storys with ant.) Anyway, I just wish I could write 1/4 as good as some of your guys. Keep up the great work. Craig / Tails "Two Tails Of Terror" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 12 23:37:14 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA04126 for sonic-ll; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 23:36:55 -0500 Received: from mail06.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA04121 for ; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 23:36:53 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail06.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA018769767; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 23:42:47 -0500 Date: Sun, 12 Mar 1995 23:42:47 -0500 Message-Id: <950312234247_47608448@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Pacas, tenrecs, and pango... Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >I formally request permission to post it on my WWW page >and FTP site. Sure! Give it to anybody you like. (It would be neat to see who has it by the year 2000.) Don't worry, I'll post in the newsgroup. -B.B. "It seems I've found myself on the mission of the damned." -The Doctor, Star Trek: Voyager From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 12 23:40:24 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA04142 for sonic-ll; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 23:40:24 -0500 Received: from mail02.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA04137 for ; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 23:40:22 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail02.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA224419977; Sun, 12 Mar 1995 23:46:17 -0500 Date: Sun, 12 Mar 1995 23:46:17 -0500 Message-Id: <950312234251_47608481@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Com(ple)ments on the temp... Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I too would like to send my congrats to the author of not just this story, but all the others. After ABC "conveniently forgot" to renew Sonic at the height of his television career and after Sega mysteriously stopped making games for the Genesis, it seems we're on our own. Just us and the comics. -B.B. Abul Kasim Jonied (a Persian philosopher) traveled 82790 miles in thirty pilgrimages to Mecca, that's also the diameter of Jupiter. (X-Files episode idea...) From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 13 08:57:30 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA05108 for sonic-ll; Mon, 13 Mar 1995 08:57:13 -0500 Received: from mail04.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA05103 for ; Mon, 13 Mar 1995 08:57:11 -0500 From: Benny7dude@aol.com Received: by mail04.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA187623388; Mon, 13 Mar 1995 09:03:08 -0500 Date: Mon, 13 Mar 1995 09:03:08 -0500 Message-Id: <950313090306_47828094@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Shaw! v. the world Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: But do you like our new artist, Patrick Spaziante?... From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 13 09:18:11 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA05216 for sonic-ll; Mon, 13 Mar 1995 09:18:10 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA05211 for ; Mon, 13 Mar 1995 09:18:06 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA14766; Mon, 13 Mar 1995 09:24:34 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA22272; Mon, 13 Mar 1995 09:24:32 -0500 Message-Id: <9503131424.AA22272@edmund> Subject: Re: Shaw! v. the world To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Mon, 13 Mar 1995 09:24:31 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: <950313090306_47828094@aol.com> from "Benny7dude@aol.com" at Mar 13, 95 09:03:08 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > But do you like our new artist, Patrick Spaziante?... > As the blue one once put it, "Does lightning fork?" I was sort of reserving judgment until he'd gotten a body of work printed, but #22 confirms it for me: Pat Spaziante is a major talent. I was particularly impressed by the very first panel of "The Return, part 1." Very strong composition, though I wish Scott Fulop's text box hadn't been placed so as to partially obscure the pose of *petite* Sally. I also think that windswept is a good look for Sally... [lounge lizard mode on] but, hey, Don't go changin', To try and please meeee... [lounge lizard mode off] BTW, Bunnie was conspicuous by her absence from "The Return." Her drooling fanboys are probably interested in Spaziante's rendering of her. We now return you to your regularly scheduled rodent. || || || ___------__ || || |\__-- /\ _- || Daniel J. Drazen || | / __ _ || || //\ / \ /__ || drazen@andrews.edu || | o| 0|__ --_ || || \\____-- __ \ ___ - || Custodian of one of the || (@@ __/ / /_ || Sonic the Hedgehog FAQ Files || -_____--- --_ || || // \ \\ - || || //|\__/ \\ ___- || ICH BIN EIN MOBIAN || \_-\_____/ \-\ || || // \\--\| || || ____// ||_ ||___________________________________ || /___//_\ /___\ || ascii Sonic by Han J. Lee || || ---------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 13 21:55:04 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA07938 for sonic-ll; Mon, 13 Mar 1995 21:54:39 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA07933 for ; Mon, 13 Mar 1995 21:54:35 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA07362; Mon, 13 Mar 1995 22:01:08 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA22224; Mon, 13 Mar 1995 22:01:02 -0500 Message-Id: <9503140301.AA22224@edmund> Subject: "King" Sonic? To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Mon, 13 Mar 1995 22:01:02 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Well, in "The Return" (Sonic #22) there is an offhand reference to "King Sonic" on page 3. Could it be? Only if Mobian laws of succession are more liberal than British peerage. Under the British system, Elizabeth II should have named Princess Anne as "Princess Royal" -- the female equivalent of the Prince of Wales and Earl of Chester, i.e., the heir-apparent. I guess with three sons (Charles, Andrew and Edward), there's little chance of that happening. Sally has consistently been called "Princess" but she probably wouldn't have been named "Princess Royal" until she came of age, much as Charles wasn't named Prince of Wales until he turned 21 in 1969, though he was DECLARED Prince of Wales in 1958 at age 10. So if that were out of the way, does that pave Sonic's way to the throne of Mobius? Not so fast: under British peerage, while the wives of princes are automatically royal, the husbands of royalty can only receive a courtesy title. It wasn't until after ten years of marriage that Elizabeth's husband, Philip, was named Prince of the United Kingdom (note: not KING by any means). He was made Duke of Edinburgh, Earl of Merioneth and Baron Greenwich on the eve of his wedding to Elizabeth. Does that make Sonic a freeloader? Well, I figure that with Robotnik out of the way and all righted on Mobius, as in the end of "Sally's Quest," they'd probably find room to slap a title on the hedgehog. I propose: First Lord of the House of Ring [heraldic device: a gloved hand holding a golden ring]. Sounds decent. We now return you to your regularly scheduled rodent: || || || ___------__ || || |\__-- /\ _- || Daniel J. Drazen || | / __ _ || || //\ / \ /__ || drazen@andrews.edu || | o| 0|__ --_ || || \\____-- __ \ ___ - || Custodian of one of the || (@@ __/ / /_ || Sonic the Hedgehog FAQ Files || -_____--- --_ || || // \ \\ - || || //|\__/ \\ ___- || ICH BIN EIN MOBIAN || \_-\_____/ \-\ || || // \\--\| || || ____// ||_ ||___________________________________ || /___//_\ /___\ || ascii Sonic by Han J. Lee || || ---------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 14 08:05:28 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA08958 for sonic-ll; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:05:19 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA08953 for ; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:05:17 -0500 Received: from usr2.primenet.com (root@usr2.primenet.com [198.68.32.12]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/wjp-h2.0) with ESMTP id GAA18600 for ; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 06:11:59 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr2.primenet.com (8.6.10/wjp-c2.0) id GAA11943; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 06:11:59 -0700 Date: Tue, 14 Mar 1995 06:11:58 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: "King" Sonic? In-Reply-To: <9503140301.AA22224@edmund> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Mon, 13 Mar 1995, Dan Drazen wrote: > > Under the British system, Elizabeth II should have named Princess Anne > as "Princess Royal" -- the female equivalent of the Prince of Wales and > Earl of Chester, i.e., the heir-apparent. I guess with three sons > (Charles, Andrew and Edward), there's little chance of that happening. > Sally has consistently been called "Princess" but she probably wouldn't > have been named "Princess Royal" until she came of age, much as Charles > wasn't named Prince of Wales until he turned 21 in 1969, though he was > DECLARED Prince of Wales in 1958 at age 10. > > So if that were out of the way, does that pave Sonic's way to the throne > of Mobius? Not so fast: under British peerage, while the wives of > princes are automatically royal, the husbands of royalty can only > receive a courtesy title. It wasn't until after ten years of marriage > that Elizabeth's husband, Philip, was named Prince of the United > Kingdom (note: not KING by any means). He was made Duke of Edinburgh, > Earl of Merioneth and Baron Greenwich on the eve of his wedding to > Elizabeth. > If you ask me, and I hope I don't offend the British, but ... That sounds like a very sexist tradition. In England, a man is only given a courtesy title while a woman is given full royalty, why? My guess is that originally, the thinking went something like this . . .The man is the ruler of a country so, if he's not good enough to have been born into royalty in the first place, he certainly has no right to be King.(Even if he is qualified). The woman, on the other hand, while she may not be royalty, she has the ability to give birth to children that will be royalty, so she should be given royalty so that the children can have it too. (I should think Mobius would be a little more enlightened than that.) Thts probably not to accurate, but it's the best I can do. In the meantime, here another royal mind-bender for you to mull over . . . Everyone knows that Sonic and Sally are going to be married one day. This means that Sonic will be the next ruler of Mobius. So, what kind of ruler would he be? Does he have the right qualifications? You tell me. Long Live KING Sonic the First, and God save us all if Sally decides to marry Antoine instead!!!!!!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "There are two kinds of lawyers in this world." "Those that know the law, and those that know the judge." --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lawyer jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 14 08:28:36 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA08991 for sonic-ll; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:28:35 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA08986 for ; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:28:32 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA15921; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:35:11 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA09581; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:35:10 -0500 Message-Id: <9503141335.AA09581@edmund> Subject: Re: "King" Sonic? To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:35:10 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: from "David M. Pistone" at Mar 14, 95 06:11:58 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > Quoth Dave Pistone: > > Everyone knows that Sonic and Sally are going to be married one day. > This means that Sonic will be the next ruler of Mobius. So, what kind of > ruler would he be? Does he have the right qualifications? > > Again, it depends on how they handle succession on Mobius. Sonic & Sally may be an item, but Sonic may end up being the Royal Consort -- sort of the male First Lady. Just as well; I get a sense that Sonic would get bored with the technicalities of statecraft rather quickly. We now return you to your regularly scheduled rodent. || || || ___------__ || || |\__-- /\ _- || Daniel J. 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Lee || || ---------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 14 08:38:50 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA09025 for sonic-ll; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:38:49 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA09020 for ; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:38:36 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA16105; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:45:13 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA10574; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:45:12 -0500 Message-Id: <9503141345.AA10574@edmund> Subject: Bloodlines: Chapter 5 To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:45:11 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: BLOODLINES A Sonic the Hedgehog story by Daniel J. Drazen Chapter 5 Silently, the two sisters walked past the curious crowds of freedom fighters who had gathered about the hut. "Please," Sally said to them, "this is something we have to do alone. You understand." The freedom fighters murmurred in assent and let them pass. Sally led her sister, in silence, to a small clearing. Just beyond, barely visible through the brush, was a pool of water. Beneath this was the source of the power rings that gave Sonic the added velocity he needed at times. But that was the farthest thing from the minds of the two sisters as they entered the clearing. Before them was a mound of earth, at one end of which a simple stone of memory had been placed. It was the only such mound in the clearing. "My mentor, Julayla," Sally said simply. "She was a good teacher; I didn't appreciate until much later that she was also a good friend." "You were right, this *is* a good place. We'd better begin." The two began tearing at the grass, uprooting it and removing dirt by the handfulls. As they worked, they talked. "Did Mother ever say why we were split up, Sandy?" "It wasn't her idea, or Father's from what she could tell. He was talked into it by Karack, governor of the Southern Provinces. He was that 'swine' that Rosie mentioned. Because the South took so much punishment during the Great War, leaving Mobotropolis relatively untouched for most of the fighting, and because Karack passed himself off as a militarty genius, Father apparently trusted his judgment. Maybe if Father had been more of a skeptic all this never would have happened. "Anyway, Karack reasoned with Father that the royal family needed to be split up for 'security reasons.' He must have convinced Father that, if the royal family stayed together, we could all be wiped out in a single attack. So Father approved of the plan. "At first, Mother told me, it wasn't such a hardship to be separated from Father. I suppose looking after an infant took much of her time. But she said she also wrote many letters to Father. I don't think any of them ever reached Father, or if they did, they were altered to say what Karack wanted them to say. "So long as Karack could present himself as a successful governor in a combat zone, he had Father's ear. That made it all the easier when Karack brought his protege to court with a petition that he be installed in the War Ministry: Julian." "So this Karack and Robotnik were on the same side all along?" "Apparently. It's hard to say who thought he was in control of whom. Karack must have been sure he had Julian on a short leash; we've seen what Julian was capable of doing. "I was four years old when the experiments began. Mother began to be sick a lot; I'm not certain but I think Julian was arranging to have someone taint her food so she'd have to be taken someplace for treatments. All I knew was that someone would come to take her away, they'd lock me in my room, and nobody would let me out no matter how much I pounded on the door or screamed. Only when she was back in her room would they let me out." "You sound as if you were being held prisoner." "We were; there's no other way to explain it." "And Father never suspected anything?" "Apparently not; Karack must have let a couple of letters get through--enough to put his mind at ease. So he had no way of knowing what was happening to us. "One day, Mother was brought back in and I was let into her room. She was unconscious, and when I tried to move her, the covering slipped off her bed, where she'd been placed. I...I can't begin to describe what I felt when I saw what they'd done to her left foot. I thought they'd chopped off her real one and put a metal one in its place. I was panicked and screaming when two bots came into the room. They took me to a laboratory of some sort. After that everything was a blur except for Julian...and that look on his face! I woke up back in the room where Mother and I were being held. My right hand had been roboticized. The forearm and upper arm came later on two different occasions. "From that time on we were treated as prisoners, without even the pretense of civilized treatment. From our window we could see shipments of bots coming in, as Julian prepared for some kind of assault. "Then the day came when Julian had us brought to the throne room. He said he was going to 'tie together some loose ends.' The first one he took care of was Karack." "Let me guess: Robotnik had him roboticized." "Robotnik knew all along what kind of petty opportunist he was up against in Karack. He would have done Karack a favor by roboticizing him. After he was done, Robotnik didn't leave enough of Karack to pour into one of your boots. He made Mother and I watch what happened--I still wake up screaming sometimes, thinking about it. Then he ordered us returned to our room." "So how did you ever escape?" "It wasn't easy. We were under surveillance every minute of every day. Ironically, it was Robotnik who made our escape possible. "The residents of the capitol thought they were safe because of Karack's dealings with Robotnik, but they were wrong. With Karack out of the way, Robotnik had no more use for the city. He brought in SWAT-bots and began destroying the whole place. "I don't have any clear memories of what happened, but Mother told me that we were being escorted down a hallway by a couple of Karack's guards when the palace was rocked by some kind of explosion--we could never learn exactly what had happened. Anyway, in that one moment, the guards panicked and fled, more worried about saving their own lives than watching us. That was all the chance Mother needed. "Mother had been born in the Southern Provinces and had wintered in the palace as a child. So she knew every inch of the place, including tunnels and passages nobody was supposed to know about. She opened one of these and we went inside. That was the first time I heard the sound of SWAT-bots. They were coming down the hallway, then I could hear the sound of their footsteps fading as they headed off in the direction of our room. I'm sure they were under orders to execute us. "We moved along the corridor. It was darker than night in there, but Mother held me and whispered that I should be very quiet. I could only feel myself being carried onward and downward, down what felt like a descending pathway. "No sooner had we reached what felt like the botton of the path and a stretch of level tunnel than the ground above us began shaking violently. I remember screaming, then dirt raining down on top of me. Next thing I knew, I was outside of the city, in the moonlight. "Mother told me later what had happened: bombs had been placed in select areas of the city and the palace, with the military bots--now called SWATbots--holding the people captive in several predetermined locations. Robotnik apparently got away after giving the order for the SWATbots to detonate the bombs. That's how the palace, the capitol and the people were destroyed. It didn't matter to Robotnik that he lost a number of his SWATbots--maybe he thought it would look more like a military strike that way. Maybe half a dozen Mobians survived the blast through some twist of fate or other. Mother and I survived only because we were underground. "We came up through an opening that led to the outskirts of the city; the city itself appeared to be deserted except for the bodies. We were too much in shock at the time to know what to do or where to go. We found a house that was still relatively intact and fell asleep. "The next morning we woke to find ourselves surrounded by Nomads--apparently they'd come to scavenge the city or what was left of it. Because Mother still had some of her jewels with her, including a brooch studded with gems that was a wedding present from Father--that's the one I gave Bunnie to show to you--and because Mother knew a great deal about the Nomads' language and customs, we bargained our way onto the caravan. And we travelled with the Nomads from that day forward, hiding our identities when SWATbot patrols came around. When we heard that Mobotropolis had been taken and the populace roboticized, it seemed pointless to go back anyway. We got used to that life, but it cost us dearly: we lost all hope that things would ever be as they were. And then we ran into Dirk and heard about you. "I think that's it," she said as she wiped the dirt from her hands. "So do I. Let's go." Sally and Sandy left the clearing, their task accomplished. Sally still had hopes that Uncle Chuck might find a way to miraculously cure their mother. In the meantime, they had acted in accordance with Mobian custom: they had, with their bare hands, dug their mother's grave. They returned to Knothole just as Uncle Chuck stepped out of Sally's hut. Sally, despite the physical and emotional exhaustion she felt, ran toward him. "Any news, Uncle Chuck?" "Yes, but I'm afraid it's not good." to be continued From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 14 08:44:00 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA09037 for sonic-ll; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:43:58 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA09032 for ; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:43:43 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA16217; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:50:20 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA11045; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:50:20 -0500 Message-Id: <9503141350.AA11045@edmund> Subject: Bloodlines: Chapter 6 To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:50:19 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: BLOODLINES A Sonic the Hedgehog story by Daniel J. Drazen Chapter 6 Sandy and Sally followed Uncle Chuck into the hut. Sonic and Bunnie were inside already, and Rotor and Antoine were busy bringing items into the hut from the porch. A small mountain of flowers was growing near the foot of the bed. "It was Bunnie's idea," Uncle Chuck said. "Now that we have a better idea of what's happening to your mother, Bunnie thought she might appreciate seeing some of the things left for her." Indeed, Queen Alicia, though still weak and pale, was genuinely touched by the tributes left for her. "What IS happening to her, Uncle Chuck?" Sally asked. Uncle Chuck paused. "Before I explain, you have to understand I only invented the roboticizer to enable older folks to live longer lives; I certainly never meant for them to cheat death." "What does that have to do with it?" Sandy asked impatiently. "I actually had the basic process worked out a year before I finally rejected it--and a year before Robotnik began using it for his own purposes. I spent almost that whole year working on one aspect of the process: bioscreening." "Bioscreening?" Sally asked. "What's that?" "A roboticized body isn't entirely mechanical. What the roboticization process does is to reconstruct mechanical analogs to some of the failed body systems, such as wasted limbs, and use other systems that are still functioning without replacing them. The heart continues to function, serving as an electric motor once it's been adapted; the brain continues to function as well, though it appears that the penetration of the brain by the mechanical components had a lot to do with destroying a person's will. That's why I ultimately gave up on the notion of roboticization. "But the body of someone who's been roboticized becomes like any other machine: it performs mechanical functions and those functions produce waste products. I found that the early roboticizing process produced many unwanted elements, and unless they were dealt with...." "Unless they were dealt with," Rotor spoke up, "they'd have nowhere to go except back into the body!" "That's right. And...and that's what's killing the Queen." It suddenly became very quiet inside the hut. "Robotnik must have used an earlier version of the process; either that, or he simply removed the bioscreening capabilities from a later design. Either way,..." "Never mind all that!" Sandy snapped. "Exactly what's killing our mother?" "It's...there are so many things," Uncle Chuck sighed. "She's suffering from irregular heart rhythms caused by electrical interference, her lungs are full of tumors caused by toxins, her liver has been poisoned by heavy metals...there's just too much...." Sandy turned on her heels, hurled a chair across the hut, and before the last splinter fell to the floor she was gone. Sally rose to follow her. "Better let her be, Sally girl," Bunnie said softly. "You stay, too, Bunnie. This is your problem as well." Uncle Chuck's words rooted Bunnie to the spot. "You and Sandy are in the same position as the Queen, though not to the same extent. The blood samples I took from both of you confirm it: you're being affected by the same thing that's affecting the Queen." "Is there a..." Bunnie started to ask. "A cure? If caught early enough, yes. The technology to detoxify your body is readily available. Unfortunately, so long as you're part-robot, you'll only wind up 're-infecting' yourself, as it were. Unless you were deroboticized, it would only be a matter of time before your body started breaking down from the stress." "And Mother?" Sally asked. Uncle Chuck shook his head slightly. "Uncle Chuck," Sonic asked, "are you saying that anyone who's been roboticized is going to go through this?" "That's about the size of it, Sonic." "No way! I mean, YOU were roboticized yourself and you're not...." Whatever else Sonic had to say died on his lips. Uncle Chuck looked at his nephew with robotic eyes, eyes that still showed a great deal of pain. "Sonie, I didn't want to say anything because I didn't fully understand what was going on and I didn't want to scare you, but I've felt myself starting to slow down lately. Not a lot, but enough to notice. At first I thought it was just my age catching up to me, but...." "No!" "Sonie, listen to me! I had Nicole run a model of the progression of this...this disease or whatever you want to call it. Based on what she said, and after analyzing my own blood sample, I've still got about three more good years left in me before...." "Oh, Uncle Chuck, no," Sally whispered. She walked up to him and put her arms around him. Then she asked, "What about the others?" "Nicole estimates that within five years..." He couldn't finish the sentence. Rotor grabbed a chair and Uncle Chuck sat down heavily. "Within five years, anywhere from a third to one half of the roboticized Mobians will be dead or dying. Inside of ten years, nobody who was fully roboticized will be left." The silence in the hut deepened. "What have I done?" Uncle Chuck wailed, burying his face in his hands, "what have I done?" It was the faintest of whispers that caught his attention. The Queen was calling his name. He approached Queen Alicia and knelt next to her bed. The Queen placed her hand on his own. "It's not...your fault. This...is Julian's evil. It is not...your fault." Bunnie turned and left the hut in a daze. She wandered out toward the river that ran next to Knothole, and the bridge that spanned it. She could see someone standing at the middle of the bridge, looking down at the flowing water. It was Sandy. Bunnie walked over to her. "You OK, Sandy?" she asked. Sandy didn't say anything for a minute, until she drew back her cloak. "You see this scar tissue, just where the robot arm ends?" "Uh huh." "One day, when I must have been about eight years old, I felt that the Nomad children had called me 'monster hand' for the last time. I snuck a knife out of one of the tents, took it with me to a secluded spot, and started cutting my arm off. I bit my lip raw trying not to scream out from the pain. I never finished the job; I passed out from loss of blood, and that's how they found me. They told me I almost died that day; I told them I wished I had." She turned. "Bunnie, I don't know how you manage to keep from killing yourself." Bunnie didn't answer, because she didn't have an answer. Mercifully, she was spared from having to answer the question, for Tails walked up to her. He looked unusually sullen. "Somethin' the matter, honey?" Bunnie asked. "I just don't know why everyone's acting so strange, Aunt Bunnie. I mean, I know that it's sad that the Queen's gonna die, but how come everybody's so weirded out about it? It's...." "Scary, right?" "Yeah," he said in a near-whisper, glad that someone else could talk about the feeling he wasn't about to admit himself. Bunnie thought for a few seconds. "Maybe Ah can explain it. You remember what happened last winter, when Sonic had to stay with Antoine until he could get his place rebuilt after Dulcy landed on it?" "Yeah!" Tails laughed. "Antoine really got bent out of shape! You could hear him yelling at Sonic all over Knothole." "That's 'cuz Antoine got used to livin' a certain way, and when he had to get used to Sonic's way of livin', he couldn't handle it." "But what's that got to do with the way everyone's been acting?" "Well, honey, we all of us get used to life, and when we're reminded that we're all gonna have to stop livin' one day, then it's our turn to get bent out of shape. See what Ah mean?" "I think so. Thanks, Aunt Bunnie." He smiled, kissed Bunnie on the cheek, and was off. "Why 'Aunt Bunnie?'" Sandy asked. "Oh, that's jes' what he calls me, same as he calls Sally 'Aunt Sally.'" Bunnie paused. "Y'know, Sandy, that may be the answer to your question." "What is?" "Well, you can see we're not like any fancy kinda army here. It feels more like...like a family. After all, we all lost our real families when Robotnik took over and roboticized 'em. We don't have any kin of our own left, so we have to be kin to each other. Ah think that's what keeps us going." "I see. Well, maybe I'll find something to keep *me* going." "Ah hope so." "You'll excuse me, I'm going for a walk." Sandy walked to the end of the bridge, then turned and began walking along the bank of the river. She studied the bank intently, as if looking for something. Occasionally she would reach into the water and pull out a small stone from the river bed. The first few stones she tossed back into the water. Finally, she found one that suited some purpose of hers. Sitting on the riverbank, she pulled out her knife and slowly and methodically began running the stone against the blade. She didn't stop until the blade was as sharp as a scalpel. to be continued From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 14 09:45:11 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA09110 for sonic-ll; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 09:45:03 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA09105 for ; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 09:45:02 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id JAA03459; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 09:45:52 -0500 Date: Tue, 14 Mar 1995 09:45:52 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: Post Sonic Subject: Re: Shaw! v. the world (fwd) Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I am forwarding this mail message I received because I thought it would interest the list.members in general. Benny7dude did introduce himself in the new newsgroup (which some list subscribers don't have access to), but not in the mailing list. His initial post to the list may not have clearly conveyed who he is. In mail, I asked him to redo his introduction for the mailing list. His reply, included below, came directly to me in mail. It looked to me that he had intended for the message to go to the whole list. -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Tue, 14 Mar 1995 08:47:19 -0500 From: Benny7dude@aol.com To: acme@use.usit.net Subject: Re: Shaw! v. the world Hi Erich: I understand your concern. For those who may not know, I am Paul Castiglia. I work for Archie Comics. I am a former editor of Sonic The Hedgehog comics and I have written some back-up Sonic stories which will appear soon. Anyone with questions, please feel free to ask and I will attempt to answer them or pass them along to current Sonic editor, Scott Fulop. Recently, we added dynamic new artist Patrick Spaziante to the Sonic team. We would be interested to hear how you feel about Patrick's work. Regards, Paul "Benny7dude" Castiglia From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 14 20:48:15 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id UAA14497 for sonic-ll; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 20:48:00 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id UAA14492 for ; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 20:47:54 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.11/8.6.11) with SMTP id UAA02201 for ; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 20:54:36 -0500 Date: Tue, 14 Mar 1995 20:54:25 -0500 (EST) From: Ron Bauerle To: sonic@sard.mv.net CC: aa2043@freenet.lorain.oberlin.edu, bradclar@outb.wimsey.bc.ca, James.Walt@p4.f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, James.Walt@f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, pearse@rpi.edu, quozl@netcom.com, ray.rooney@dscmail.com, BAUERLE@engr.erie.ge.com Message-Id: <950314205425.26fd@engr.erie.ge.com> Subject: Re: Shaw! v, the world Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >From: Benny7dude@aol.com >But do you like our new artist, Patrick Spaziante?... >From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) >I was sort of reserving judgment until he'd gotten a body of work >printed, but #22 confirms it for me: Pat Spaziante is a major talent. I >was particularly impressed by the very first panel of "The Return, part >1." Very strong composition, though I wish Scott Fulop's text box >hadn't been placed so as to partially obscure the pose of *petite* Sally. I had to recheck my copy to see what you were talking about - hmm, _I_ hadn't noticed the placement of that panel... :^) But there were a few full frontal shots later in the issue... I definitely like his Sally, but it's a toss-up with Art Mawhinney as to who I like better. However, I think I like Art's Sonic better (and also Dave Manak's for that matter) - I can't put my finger on what I don't like about Pat's Sonic - I think it's the way his quills are drawn, or maybe his eyes, or... >BTW, Bunnie was conspicuous by her absence from "The Return." Her >drooling fanboys are probably interested in Spaziante's rendering of her. Well, yeah :^) For that matter, I don't think we've seen Art's version either, except on the splash page to Princess Sally #1. And to drag this back to the subject, I checked the credits of Doomsday and Shaw! isn't listed - I know he's done work on Garfield & Friends, but I don't know what else... RDB From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 14 22:35:40 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA14690 for sonic-ll; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 22:35:29 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA14685 for ; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 22:35:27 -0500 Received: from usr2.primenet.com (root@usr2.primenet.com [198.68.32.12]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/wjp-h2.0) with ESMTP id UAA26314 for ; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 20:42:17 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr2.primenet.com (8.6.10/wjp-c2.0) id UAA21415; Tue, 14 Mar 1995 20:42:16 -0700 Date: Tue, 14 Mar 1995 20:42:15 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Shaw! v, the world In-Reply-To: <950314205425.26fd@engr.erie.ge.com> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Tue, 14 Mar 1995, Ron Bauerle wrote: > > And to drag this back to the subject, I checked the credits of Doomsday and > Shaw! isn't listed - I know he's done work on Garfield & Friends, but I > don't know what else... > > RDB > Unfortunely, the name Scott Shaw! (complete with explanation mark) is found in the end credits of that disgrace to the Sonic legend, the syndicated Sonic Series. Othere than that, I can't remember if I've seen his name in the credits of Camp Candy or not. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "There are two kinds of lawyers in the world." "Those that know the law, and those that know the judge." --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lawyer jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 15 08:09:46 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA15540 for sonic-ll; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 08:09:36 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA15535 for ; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 08:09:34 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.11/8.6.11) with SMTP id IAA04525 for ; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 08:16:28 -0500 Date: Wed, 15 Mar 1995 8:16:16 -0500 (EST) From: Ron Bauerle To: sonic@sard.mv.net CC: BAUERLE@engr.erie.ge.com Message-Id: <950315081616.468e@engr.erie.ge.com> Subject: Re: Shaw! v. the world Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >From: "David M. Pistone" >Unfortunely, the name Scott Shaw! (complete with explanation mark) is >found in the end credits of that disgrace to the Sonic legend, the >syndicated Sonic Series. You realize, of course, that you've just admitted watching the daily show :^) RDB From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 15 09:00:32 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA15603 for sonic-ll; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 09:00:31 -0500 Received: from mail06.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA15598 for ; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 09:00:29 -0500 From: Benny7dude@aol.com Received: by mail06.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA171176416; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 09:06:56 -0500 Date: Wed, 15 Mar 1995 09:06:56 -0500 Message-Id: <950315090655_50129770@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Shaw! v, the world Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Scott Shaw! Worked on about a gazillion 1970's and '80's Hanna-Barbera animated series, including Camp Candy, Ed Grimley and (to this day) the Flinstones Fruity Pebbles commercials. Scott has drawn comic books featuring many animation characters, including Hanna-Barbera characters. Scott has also done many underground comics, and he was the co-creator and main penciller on DC Comics' "Capt. Carrot & The Zoo Crew." Scott has also released an "Oddball Comics" trading card set, featuring some of the wackiest comic book covers ever published (there were so many comic publishers in the '40s and '50s that a slew of inane and ridiculous material was published). This card set was based on his ever-popular annual slide show presentation at the San Diego Convention. Scott is a respected member of the animation and comic book communities. From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 15 09:51:52 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA15667 for sonic-ll; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 09:51:44 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA15662 for ; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 09:51:41 -0500 Received: from usr3.primenet.com (root@usr3.primenet.com [198.68.32.13]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.10/wjp-h2.0) with ESMTP id HAA25909 for ; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 07:58:39 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr3.primenet.com (8.6.10/wjp-c2.0) id HAA01468; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 07:58:38 -0700 Date: Wed, 15 Mar 1995 07:58:37 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Shaw! v. the world In-Reply-To: <950315081616.468e@engr.erie.ge.com> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Wed, 15 Mar 1995, Ron Bauerle wrote: > > You realize, of course, that you've just admitted watching the daily show :^) > > RDB > Yeah, well, I needed something to do that first week before the Saturday Sonic premired. Beside, the first few shows weren't *that* bad, but it went down hill from there. Still, there were some good looking females in that series . . . Dave Pistone -- Toonophiliac and proud of it! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "There are two kinds of lawyers in the world." "Those that know the law, and those that know the judge." --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lawyer jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 15 10:06:25 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA15682 for sonic-ll; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 10:06:24 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA15677 for ; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 10:06:17 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.11/8.6.11) with SMTP id KAA17326 for ; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 10:13:07 -0500 Date: Wed, 15 Mar 1995 10:12:55 -0500 (EST) From: Ron Bauerle To: sonic@sard.mv.net CC: BAUERLE@engr.erie.ge.com, aa2043@freenet.lorain.oberlin.edu, bradclar@outb.wimsey.bc.ca, James.Walt@p4.f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, James.Walt@f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, pearse@rpi.edu, quozl@netcom.com, ray.rooney@dscmail.com Message-Id: <950315101255.448d@engr.erie.ge.com> Subject: Cute females, was Re: Shaw! v. the world Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >From: "David M. Pistone" >On Wed, 15 Mar 1995, Ron Bauerle wrote: >> You realize, of course, that you've just admitted watching the daily show :^) >Yeah, well, I needed something to do that first week before the Saturday >Sonic premired. Beside, the first few shows weren't *that* bad, but it >went down hill from there. Still, there were some good looking females in >that series . . . Better than the following? :^) Sally Bunnie Lupe (sp?) That other wolf? furrie almost roboticized at the beginning of No Brainer Anybody notice any others? RDB From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 15 16:20:20 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA16753 for sonic-ll; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 16:19:01 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA16748 for ; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 16:18:57 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA28537; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 16:25:43 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA05656; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 16:25:39 -0500 Message-Id: <9503152125.AA05656@edmund> Subject: Spell-Checker (was: Re: Cute females) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Wed, 15 Mar 1995 16:25:38 -0500 (EST) Cc: 950315101255.448d@engr.erie.ge.com In-Reply-To: <950315101255.448d@engr.erie.ge.com> from "Ron Bauerle" at Mar 15, 95 10:12:55 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Ron: Without access to the DiC script for "Cry of the Wolf": My gut reaction is to spell it "Lupe" with a grave accent over the final "e". Since this does not exist in ASCII, and cyberspace at present is hostile to everything but, I've copped out in the FAQ file and spelled it "Lupee." We now return you to your regularly scheduled rodent. ================================================================ || ___------__ || || |\__-- /\ _- || Daniel J. Drazen || | / __ _ || drazen@andrews.edu || //\ / \ /__ || || | o| 0|__ --_ || Custodian of one of the Sonic || \\____-- __ \ ___ - || the Hedgehog FAQ Files || (@@ __/ / /_ || || -_____--- --_ || ASCII Sonic by Han J. Lee ================================================================ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 15 16:42:15 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA16815 for sonic-ll; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 16:41:08 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA16810 for ; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 16:41:06 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id QAA11026; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 16:42:14 -0500 Date: Wed, 15 Mar 1995 16:42:13 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Spell-Checker (was: Re: Cute females) In-Reply-To: <9503152125.AA05656@edmund> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Wed, 15 Mar 1995, Dan Drazen wrote: > My gut reaction is to spell it "Lupe" with a grave accent over the final > "e". Since this does not exist in ASCII, and cyberspace at present is > hostile to everything but, I've copped out in the FAQ file and spelled > it "Lupee." I did take French years ago. Not exactly Latin, but French developed from Latin. Going back to what I remember from French class, I think the acute accent (') is more appropriate than the grave accent (`). And if you write "Lupee" in French, you must put an acute accent over one e (most likely the first one). I think the name was intended to represent the Latin form rather than the French, and I don't know the rules for Latin. Has anyone else here taken Latin? -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 15 16:46:43 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA16829 for sonic-ll; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 16:45:35 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA16824 for ; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 16:45:34 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id QAA11168; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 16:46:42 -0500 Date: Wed, 15 Mar 1995 16:46:41 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: Post Sonic Subject: Notes from the net (fwd) Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: The following is an article captured from the Sonic newsgroup so those of you without access to the group will still have a chance to read this article. The article proposes a new cyber-section for Archie's Sonic comics. Posted to the mailing list by request. [Begin included text] Path: news.usit.net!news.sprintlink.net!howland.reston.ans.net!gatech!newsjunkie.ans.net!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: benny7dude@aol.com (Benny7dude) Newsgroups: alt.fan.sonic-hedgehog Subject: Notes from the net in Sonic Comic? Date: 14 Mar 1995 15:24:27 -0500 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 13 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <3k4u1r$4hb@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: benny7dude@aol.com (Benny7dude) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com Hi, gang: Paul Castiglia from Archie Comics, here. After seeing all the comments abiout our Sonic comic, it got me thinking: what if we started a special sub-section on our "Sonic Grams" letter page designated, "Notes From The Net." We would print your comments and your e-mail address on the Sonic letters page, so if others wanted to converse with you via e-mail, they could-- and to encourage people to join this newsgroup. Let me know what you think of this idea. If enough people respond favorably, we'll institute it. From then on, if you send a comment about our comics, please preface it with the heading, *********NOT FOR NOTES FROM THE NET**********if you don't want it published; and *********FOR NOTES FROM THE NET******** if you do.... [end of included text] -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 15 17:24:56 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA16971 for sonic-ll; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 17:24:44 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA16966 for ; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 17:24:42 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id QAA05527 for ; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 16:31:43 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Wed, 15 Mar 95 16:28 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0MJNN001 Wed, 15 Mar 95 16:02:55 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503151602.0MJNN00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Wed, 15 Mar 95 16:02:55 Subject: Re: shaw! v. the world To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Well, I like the weekday show myself. After all, it IS sonic the hedgehod right? What can I say, I like tails. Craig / Tails "Two Tails Of Terror" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 15 23:56:51 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA17560 for sonic-ll; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 23:56:41 -0500 Received: from mail02.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA17555 for ; Wed, 15 Mar 1995 23:56:38 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail02.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA006270190; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 00:03:10 -0500 Date: Thu, 16 Mar 1995 00:03:10 -0500 Message-Id: <950316000201_51016752@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Surprise! Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I just realized, after writing my last story, that I "wrote myself into a corner," so to speak. "Pangolin Problems" takes place just before the last "Sonic the Hedgehog" episode of the second season. This leaves no room for another story. My only choice was to write something that comes before or after it. I dare not write anything that I don't know about. If I had written a post-Doomsday story, Murphy's Law dictates that Archie would release an issue that contradicts everything that I wrote. So here's my latest story, a kind of prologue. Keep in mind that this story takes place two years before my last one and all the characters were roboticized. (Or not...) Anyways, enjoy. -B.B. "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." -Arthur Clarke This short story is based on the characters created and copyrighted by Archie Comic Publications, David Pistone, DiC Productions, and Sega Incorporated. The author gives his permission to distribute this work freely as long as it's distributed in its full, unaltered form and currency has nothing to do with the distribution. Any questions, comments, or protests can be addressed to the author. Copyright (C) 1995, Michael Szal. Timeline: Early 3233. Nobody's even heard of Doomsday, Tails is not a Freedom Fighter, and Sir Charles works for Doctor Robotnik. Nano-Wars by Michael Szal (bblaze@aol.com) "Every time I try to get rid of that hedgehog," lectured Robotnik, "EVERY TIME, Snively, he finds a way out of it! Well NOT this time! THIS time he is mine!" Robotnik held up a small test tube of a clear liquid. "See this, Snively? This is the key to success! It's too bad, though. I always hoped to roboticize the little rodent. This will have to do." In his hand, Robotnik held a few nanites, microscopic robots literally build atom by atom. They could infect a living being with ease, then it's just a matter of self-replication until there are enough of them to kill their host off. All he had to do was release them into the atmosphere. If one nanite can replicate itself in a fifteen minutes, it can produce a population of eight hundred trillion hundred trillion nanites (1 blossoms into 79,228,162,514,300,000,000,000,000,000) in a single day, considering that each nanite built can build more. There are more than enough raw materials to build these replicated nanites from, the dirt. Robotnik's nanites had but two functions, reproduce and infect any living thing that was not him or Snively. Once inside a being, the nanites would simply attack the body, which would try to defend itself from this foreign invasion. To the host, it would feel exactly like they had the flu, a fever, loss of energy, only once infected, there was no cure--they were going to die. It was hardly a typical day for the inhabitants of Knothole villiage--if there is a "typical" day. It seems like there's always something happening. But not today, nothing was happening today. Nobody was going after Robotnik, nobody was testing new inventions, nobody was practicing their martial arts, nobody was cooking. Absolute zero. It was still pretty cold outside, a thin layer of snow covered most of the ground. Patches of grass could be seen here and there. It was that time when it was too cold to go outside, but there wasn't enough snow to do anything even if you wanted to go outside. Everybody was stuck in their huts until the weather got better. Antoine was the only one who kept busy. He was polishing his boots--for the fourth time. That was the only thing left for him to do, his room was perfect in every detail. After he finished, he sat down on his couch. Almost immediately, he realized what he had done. He stood up, brushed off the couch, and fixed the pillows. Then he started to polish his boots again. Sonic paced around his hut. He was getting extremely impatient. There was just too much energy locked up inside him. Every once in a while, he'd stop, look around the hut for something to do, find nothing, and continue pacing. There was nothing left to do. This was one of the few times that he actually hoped Robotnik was up to something. Dulcy was probably worse off than the rest. She was a dragon, she was supposed to fly. But it was freezing! And where would she go? She was bored and frustrated at the same time. She sighed, got up out of bed, and looked out the window. She could see Sonic pacing around his hut. Bunny sat and read. She had already read this book, but at least it was something to do. Tomorrow she'd be finished and reading another book she already read. Every few chapters, she'd find herself thinking of Rotor, but that's another story. Rotor could not be more bored. He had "inventor's block." There was nothing to invent, and nothing to fix. There wasn't even something to improve upon. He looked around his lab, straining to find something to do, but failed. He secretly wished that something would go wrong with one of Bunny's robotic limbs. Bookshire wasn't THAT bored. He was used to staying at Knothole. Because of his leg, he was in no condition to go on a mission to Robotropolis. Even so, most of the time he was able to help his friends by remote communication. The only thing he could do now was monitor the Robotropolis Main Computer Core to see what was up. Tails stared out the window, not looking at anything in particular. He was lost in thought and would only snap out of it when the window got fogged up because of his getting too close to it. He'd try to think of something to do when his thoughts would wander and the next he knew, he couldn't see out the window. He sat down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, letting his thoughts wander from there. There just wasn't anything to do! He got up and paced around the room, but soon found himself back at the window. Princess Sally was in the room with him, keeping an eye on him. There was no reason to do so. The only way Tails could possibly hurt himself is by cutting himself on a piece of glass as he tried to escape this insanely boring situation. She looked down at Nicole, then at Tails, then at some books. She was just about to offer to read a story to Tails when she remembered that they had all been read. The last two days were spent like this, nothing to do but trying to find something to do, until one day, Sonic got sick. It wasn't unusual at the time, even speedy hedgehogs get sick once in a while. Besides, it was cold out. Sally attended to him and everything was back to normal. Later that same day, Sally got sick. Dulcy also. Sally first thought that she had caught Sonic's illness, probably just a cold, but symptoms in a matter of hours? And what about Dulcy? She was in her hut all this time, no where near Sonic. Sally decided to consult Bookshire. "It's probably just a coincidence," explained Bookshire. "But if it makes you feel better, I'll investigate. You say Sonic got sick this afternoon?" "Yes. He came into my hut complaining about a fever. I took him back to his hut and took his temperature. Nicole reported a mild one, nothing to be worried about. I asked Antoine to cook up some soup and gave it to Sonic. He said he'd be fine, so I left." "And now you're sick?" She nodded. "Same symptoms? Mild temperature?" Nodded again. "A little lower than Sonic's but I'm sure that's just because I took it early." "It sounds to me like the flu, but let's check on Sonic." "Gaaaaabriel!" a voice called from somewhere outside. "Gaaaaabe!" The door burst open. "I thought I'd find you in here," a young, female paca came in. "My god, woman!" Williams exclaimed, getting out of his chair. "Have you gone crazy!?! Close that door!" She fulfilled his request. "Your room is always so messy," she said, picking up a stack of books. "What are you doing now? I've told you before, however 'messy' this room gets, just leave it." He didn't think his room was messy. It wasn't really, not to the point where cockroaches and rats scavenge for food left on the floor. It just had technical books and electronic parts strewn about wherever there was room. "I know exactly where everything is. When you move something, I won't be able to find it." She put the books back. "What are you doing stuck in here, anyway? You should come outside. It's a lovely day!" "It is not even close to being 'lovely' outside. Computer, how cold is it?" "Sixty-eight degrees," Williams' small computer reported. "No, computer, outside. How cold is it outside?" "Forty degrees." "See? It's ten--eight degrees above freezing. Some animals can't SURVIVE in this weather." He sat back down. "And it's Williams." "What is it about your first name that you don't like? I like it." "It's not that I don't like it, it's just that the other guy is also Gabriel." "Oh, the 'other guy.'" "You know who I'm talking about, the painter. It's easier to distinguish between the two of us if you call me Williams and him Gabriel." "Why don't I call him by his last name and you by your first?" "I don't know...... Just call me Williams, okay?" "Fine." "Painter," he said to himself. "Robotnik beware! We have a painter!" "Don't tease him like that. I like his work." "And I respect your opinion, but if he's going to paint something, the least he could do is make it look like what he's painting. You're a nurse, that's good, nurses are good. I'm a programmer, that's good, programmers are good. He's a painter." She sat down on his bed, knowing the conversation was over. "What are you working on now?" "Ah!" he grinned and picked up his computer, forgetting all about the painter. "It's done! I just need to perfect it, get rid of some bugs, but it's done!" "What can you do now?" "I have remote access to other terminals." "You really ought to get out more." "I'll get out when it warms up, but until then, I'm staying right here." "Suit yourself." He sat down next to her. "Listen Kristen," he said, and took her hand, "Jeez! You're burning up!" He felt her forehead. "You're staying right here! How can you NOT be cold? I'll get the doctor." He left the room. Williams had the "luck" of getting stuck with too many snobby, yet intelligent people. A Doctor, nurse, painter, psychologist, physicist, chemist, biologist, mathematician, and he the lowly computer hacker. Some of the villagers looked down upon him, but others, like Kristen, have learned to like him. He arrived at the doctor's hut (it was just across from his) and knocked on the door. "Helen!" He knocked again. She opened the door. "What is it, Gabriel?" "Williams. Your daughter's sick." "Right, you prefer Williams. I prefer being addressed as 'Mrs. Taylor.'" They headed back to his hut. "Mother," said Kristen, "I'm fine. I'll just drink more fluids and everything will be okay." "You're going to need some antibiotics. Take some of this," prescribed Mrs. Taylor. She took a small bottle out of a bag she brought from her hut and poured some of the thick liquid into a cup. Kristen drank the foul-tasting liquid. "You'll be fine, just stay in bed and take your medicine. Now let's go." Both the women left Williams to his debugging. "Mother!" scolded Kristen after they were both inside their hut. "Please don't act like that!" "Like what?" "Just because he didn't come from one of the richest families in Mobitropolis doesn't mean you can treat him like that! His parents were roboticized, Mother!" "I don't want him to get involved in our lives." "As I remember it, we got involved in his. He was one of the first ones here, remember? Besides, we don't have much of a choice. It's a small village and we're going to be here a while." "This is wonderful! Don't you agree Snively?" "Yes, sir." He didn't particularly like the idea of Robotnik and himself being the only two living things on the entire planet. But he couldn't do anything about it. "In a few more days, the world will be mine!" "So you never went outside for the past few days?" questioned Bookshire. "Nope," answered Sonic. "And I'm itchin' to get out!" "That's not very likely. Your fever is getting worse. I don't have much but this should do for now." He administered a dose of medicine to Sonic. "Let's just hope nobody else gets sick." It seems they didn't hope enough. By the next morning, almost everybody in the village was sick. "I'm willing to believe it's more than the flu," said Bookshire, also sick. "But what could spread this fast?" Sally was feeling horrible, but she HAD to know what was going on. "And why isn't the medicine working?" "I'm not quite sure, could I borrow Nicole?" Sally gave her computer to Bookshire. "Nicole, analyze Sally's blood, scan for anything abnormal. "Foreign bodies found," reported Nicole. "Can you identify them?" "Yes. They are nanites from the roboticizer." "Roboticizer?" Sally was confused. "Apparently," explained Bookshire, "Robotnik reprogrammed his nanites to infect us. We're obviously not being roboticized." "How can we stop them?" "That's the hard part. We'd have to build some kind of a antiroboticizer that can get rid of them." "That could take days!?!" "More like months. You just got sick fifteen hours ago. Considering your condition, I'd say nobody in this village will live longer than another two days." Sally just looked at him, then began to cry. He held her head on his shoulder. "It'll be okay. We'll figure something out." "What about Tails?" she sobbed. "He's only eight years old!" "If you help me, we might be able to find some other way to 'cure' this." She continued to cry, but eventually calmed down. "Sally, I want you to get Rotor, he can help us, and whatever you do, don't tell anybody. The last thing we need is the entire, panicked village on our hands." Sally left to go find Rotor and arrived with him a few minutes later. "Sally said you wanted to see me." "Do you know anything about nanites?" "A little. Not enough to roboticize somebody." "How would you go about programming one?" "I guess it would have to be done chemically, they're too small for a disc." "That's what I was afraid of. We have a lot of work to do." The four of them worked as fast as they could, trying to figure out the nanites' technology. Once they learned how to program it, it was a simple matter of telling Nicole to deactivate them all. But, alas, they worked non-stop for the next thirty-seven hours to no avail. They were all tired and getting weaker by the minute (besides Nicole). "I'm sorry, Sally," Bookshire's voice was hoarse, "but there's nothing more I can do." "If I'm going to die, there's some things I have to do first." Sally left. It sounded like she finally accepted that she was going to die. "Anything you want to do, Rotor?" "Not enough time." He kept working, but in the back of his mind he knew that it didn't matter what he did. The only reason he worked was to keep his mind off impending death. Sally went to Sonic's hut. She found him awake in his bed. He turned to look at her as she came in. She walked over to Sonic, passionately kissed him, and then left. Sonic sat there for a while, stunned, then confused. "Sal must be getting delirious," he thought to himself. Next, Sally visited Tails. "Do you feel okay?" she asked. "Fine, Aunt Sally." He could barely talk. "I'm sorry, Tails." She sat down next to him on his bed. "Why?" "I couldn't find the cure in time." "You did your best." "I know, but it's not fair. It's just not fair." Williams was one of the last to get sick. He realized the medicine Mrs. Taylor gave everybody was not working at all. "Computer, what illness do I have?" "None." "Another bug," he said to himself. "Computer, what is wrong with me?" "Nothing." "Computer, there is something in my body making me sick, what is it?" "They are Nanites." "Nanites? That's all? Computer, what are they programmed to do?" "Unknown." "Oh, yeah. They don't run on electrical impulses. Okay, here." He slid open a small slot on the side of his computer and put a drop of his blood on it, then pushed it back in. "Computer, pick a nanite, any nanite, and find out how it works. Tell me when you're done." He waited for a while. "Computer, how long is this going to take?" "Approximately three hours." Williams groaned. But sure enough, three hours later his computer had learned to control a nanite. "Computer, what are the nanites programmed to do?" "They are programmed to infect any living thing except two select individuals, then kill their host." "Who are the two individuals that they won't infect?" "DNA unknown." "Probably Robotnik and Snively. Now, computer, pick any ten nanites and have them deactivate themselves. But before they deactivate, have them pick ten nanites each and tell the nanites they picked to do the same." In one or two seconds, depending on how many nanites there were, they were all deactivated. It was a simple as that. Everybody infected would slowly get better. The nanites weren't killing them anymore and that gave their bodies a chance to heal. The "dead" nanites would soon leave the body, through one of various ways. But Williams had bigger ideas. The citizens of Knothole slowly began to feel better and better. Nobody knew exactly what had happened, but they were alive and that was all that mattered. Sonic saw Sally on her way to Bookshire's hut and ran up next to her. "So Sal..." he said, smiling. "I don't want to talk about it, Sonic Hedgehog. I was going to die, it was a spontaneous thing." "Right, Sal. Whatever you say." "It was! I just-- This conversation is over." She opened the door to Bookshire's hut. "Sally, It's good to see you again. You should be dead." "Where's Rotor? I came to thank both of you. What did you two do?" "Nothing. I was supposed to be dead also." "Wait...... You're saying the nanites just gave up?" "Yes, and let's hope it stays like that." It puzzled both of them. The nanites had them licked, why did they give up? Sally didn't think about it any more, she was just glad it was over. Williams walked over to Kristen's hut with a vial of some clear liquid. He knocked on the door and patiently waited for her to answer. Mrs. Taylor answered instead. "What do you want?" "I brought a gift for your wonderful daughter," he said, holding up the vial. "Water?" "Well......yeah." "Kristen!" she called. "Your little 'friend' has brought you some water!" She went back inside. Kristen came out. "Feeling better?" asked Williams. "Yes, I guess so." Williams explained why. He had proof if he needed it, but Kristen believed him. "You have to tell everybody!" She was very excited. "I will, later. But first, I brought you this." He handed her the vial of water. "Drink it." She smelt it and looked at him as if it was some sort of poison. "Go ahead, drink it." She did, but nothing happened. It tasted exactly like water. She didn't feel any different. "You are now immune to about ninety-nine point nine percent of all diseases and your mother is out of a job." She looked at him in disbelief. "I'm serious. You just drank about a thousand nanites. Now that they're inside your body, they'll replicate themselves until a stable population is reached and keep you healthy. They'll even slow your growing old. Not by much, though, I'm still working on that." "That's great!" She kissed him on the cheek. "Yeah...well..." "You should give some to everyone." "Uh, no. Only a select few get the nanites." "Who have you 'chosen?'" "The only person I can trust. Nanites are a curse as well as a blessing. Whoever controls the nanites, controls the person they inhabit. I could kill you right now." She looked at him, surprised at what he just said. "You know me better than that. Anyway, the only person I can trust here is Adam." "You TRUST him?" "He may be unpredictable and he may have locked me out of my computer a few times, but he knows what he's doing. I trust him." "Then why did you give the nanites to me?" "Because you're my friend and everybody knows that scientists give their discoveries to their friends before releasing them to the general public. So, now that being a nurse is obsolete, you want to learn a bit about computers?" "I guess I should." "Good. And don't worry about Adam. If he even THINKS of screwing with your nanites, I'll help him out." The End... From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 16 01:54:31 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA17819 for sonic-ll; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 01:54:23 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA17814 for ; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 01:54:21 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id BAA14264 for ; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 01:01:28 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Thu, 16 Mar 95 00:46 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 00T1H00G Thu, 16 Mar 95 00:34:27 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503160034.00T1H00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Thu, 16 Mar 95 00:34:27 Subject: Surprise! To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Well, you can still write storys. You can say that the story took place a week before doomsday or a few weeks, That would give you a time frame to write one or two storys. Think about it, don't stop writing storys. I would like to see a sequle to your first story. Just my two mobiums. Craig / Tails "Two Tails Of Terror" (Soon to be Tod on furtoonia.) From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 16 09:42:34 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA18367 for sonic-ll; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 09:42:22 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA18362 for ; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 09:42:17 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA19247; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 09:49:21 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA07054; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 09:49:20 -0500 Message-Id: <9503161449.AA07054@edmund> Subject: Re: Pangolin Problems To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Thu, 16 Mar 1995 09:49:19 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: <950311193213_46571501@aol.com> from "BBlaze@aol.com" at Mar 11, 95 07:32:14 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Mike: Decidedly mixed feelings about Pangolin Problems: >From a narrative point of view, the story's first-rate! You were able to keep a fairly complex plotline together while it shifted through 4 or 5 changes. But Gabriel's character (one of the chief contributions to the aforementioned complexity) was, for me, a bit troubling. Admittedly I had to scurry to the dictionary to find out what a pangolin was. Still, as I read the story, I couldn't help but think of Gabe as being essentially the same character as Lord Chaos on an episode of Disney's Aladdin (in that incarnation: a cat with an Egyptian collar and voice by Matt Frewer). Chaos lived to disrupt routine and order and predictability. I got very much the same feel from Gabe. Not that I'm saying that the character is derivative. What gets me, though, is the character's...amorality. Whereas the Mobians are fighting to restore what Robotnik had taken from them (their world and their families, a point I'll be making in Bloodlines, Ch. 12), and Robotnik is motivated by conquest, Gabe's "Life is a game" attitude is radically different. To Robotnik it must sound like folly, while to the Mobians it must ring pretty hollow. He'd BETTER have the power to back it up, otherwise he'd get squashed like a grape. One small nit: (Note: if you haven't read the story, this involves a major spoiler) OK, At the very end where he leaves Tails the message: "BTW, you have a virus," the message was a little ambiguous. Is he referring to Tails himself, or to the computer with which he read the message (in this case, Nicole)? Still, I get the feeling that that kind of ambiguity is just what Gabe treasures. So maybe an answer to the question is meaningless. We now return you to your regularly scheduled rodent. ================================================================ || ___------__ || || |\__-- /\ _- || Daniel J. Drazen || | / __ _ || drazen@andrews.edu || //\ / \ /__ || || | o| 0|__ --_ || Custodian of one of the Sonic || \\____-- __ \ ___ - || the Hedgehog FAQ Files || (@@ __/ / /_ || || -_____--- --_ || ASCII Sonic by Han J. Lee ================================================================ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 16 15:37:51 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA19269 for sonic-ll; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 15:37:37 -0500 Received: from pegasus.cc.ucf.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA19264 for ; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 15:37:32 -0500 From: kk3452@pegasus.cc.ucf.edu Received: by pegasus.cc.ucf.edu (Smail3.1.29.1 #6) id m0rpMPi-0001z2C; Thu, 16 Mar 95 15:44 EST Date: Thu, 16 Mar 1995 15:44:57 -0500 (EST) X-Sender: kk3452@pegasus To: sonic@sard.mv.net cc: Post Sonic Subject: Re: Notes from the net (fwd) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Wed, 15 Mar 1995, Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2 wrote: > The following is an article captured from the Sonic newsgroup so those of > you without access to the group will still have a chance to read this > article. The article proposes a new cyber-section for Archie's Sonic comics. > > Posted to the mailing list by request. > > [Begin included text] > > Path: news.usit.net!news.sprintlink.net!howland.reston.ans.net!gatech!newsjunkie.ans.net!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail > From: benny7dude@aol.com (Benny7dude) > Newsgroups: alt.fan.sonic-hedgehog > Subject: Notes from the net in Sonic Comic? > Date: 14 Mar 1995 15:24:27 -0500 > Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) > Lines: 13 > Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com > Message-ID: <3k4u1r$4hb@newsbf02.news.aol.com> > Reply-To: benny7dude@aol.com (Benny7dude) > NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com > > Hi, gang: > > Paul Castiglia from Archie Comics, here. After seeing all the comments > abiout our Sonic comic, it got me thinking: what if we started a special > sub-section on our "Sonic Grams" letter page designated, "Notes From The > Net." We would print your comments and your e-mail address on the Sonic > letters page, so if others wanted to converse with you via e-mail, they > could-- and to encourage people to join this newsgroup. Let me know what > you think of this idea. If enough people respond favorably, we'll > institute it. From then on, if you send a comment about our comics, > please preface it with the heading, *********NOT FOR NOTES FROM THE > NET**********if you don't want it published; and *********FOR NOTES FROM > THE NET******** if you do.... > > [end of included text] > > -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- > | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | > | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | > ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- > > Hey great idea! I like it, yeah you have my vote! From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 16 18:38:49 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA19774 for sonic-ll; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 18:38:40 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA19769 for ; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 18:38:38 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id RAA27985 for ; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 17:45:47 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Thu, 16 Mar 95 17:41 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0OQ5X004 Thu, 16 Mar 95 17:36:04 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503161736.0OQ5X00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Thu, 16 Mar 95 17:36:04 Subject: Re: notes from the net (fwd) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Same here. You have my vote to. It's just to bad I don't have access to the alt group. Now I want it more then ever. Craig / Tails "Two Tails Of Terror" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 16 18:41:20 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA19785 for sonic-ll; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 18:41:20 -0500 Received: from huey.csun.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA19780 for ; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 18:41:15 -0500 Received: from localhost (vboao0f2@localhost) by huey.csun.edu (8.6.4/8.6.4) id PAA13754; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 15:46:22 -0800 Date: Thu, 16 Mar 1995 15:45:02 +0800 (PST) From: Sonic the Hedgehog Subject: Net on SONIC-GRAMS To: SonicMail Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >From Sonic The Hedgehog, I cast my vote for the formation of a Sonic-NET section in the Sonic-Grams in every Sonic The Hedgehog magazine. Sonic The Hedgehog World's Largest Sonic Art Archives CURATOR/COLLECTOR Bryant Melesko From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 17 01:07:44 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA20720 for sonic-ll; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 01:07:31 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA20715 for ; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 01:07:29 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id BAA00799; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 01:08:55 -0500 Date: Fri, 17 Mar 1995 01:08:55 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Notes from the net (fwd) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I already made a reply to the article in the newsgroup. I'm making a similar reply here now. On Wed, 15 Mar 1995, Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2 wrote: > The following is an article captured from the Sonic newsgroup so those of > you without access to the group will still have a chance to read this > article. The article proposes a new cyber-section for Archie's Sonic comics. > > Posted to the mailing list by request. > > [Begin included text] > > From: benny7dude@aol.com (Benny7dude) > Newsgroups: alt.fan.sonic-hedgehog > Subject: Notes from the net in Sonic Comic? > Date: 14 Mar 1995 15:24:27 -0500 > > Paul Castiglia from Archie Comics, here. After seeing all the comments > abiout our Sonic comic, it got me thinking: what if we started a special > sub-section on our "Sonic Grams" letter page designated, "Notes From The > Net." We would print your comments and your e-mail address on the Sonic > letters page, so if others wanted to converse with you via e-mail, they > could-- and to encourage people to join this newsgroup. Let me know what > you think of this idea. If enough people respond favorably, we'll > institute it. From then on, if you send a comment about our comics, > please preface it with the heading, *********NOT FOR NOTES FROM THE > NET**********if you don't want it published; and *********FOR NOTES FROM > THE NET******** if you do.... > > [end of included text] One proposal I made is that Archie Comics start an AOL section comparable to the one "Disney Adventures" already has, and that they might want to have Archie's entire comics line (not just Sonic) represented. I also noted that I would not be participating as I am not an AOL subscriber. There was favorable response to this idea. For those without AOL access, perhaps Ratman would be willing to accept some Sonic-related files at his ftp site. I can make shorter text files of general interest available through the mailing list software. I also said that the "Notes From the Net" sounds like a good idea and is worth a try, as long as they're prepared to get questions like "how do I send e-mail to John Doe?" and "how do I access the newsgroup?". I then went on to say that posted messages/articles ought be considered "not for publication" by default unless permission to publish is specifically granted. (Someone might intend to grant permission but forget to do so, so permissions can always be requested as well when someone has something especially interesting to say.) This section could also have an editor's comment (like the present Sonic-Grams do) that can also include "we see on the 'net that someone/several believe(s) _______" which could come in handy if someone doesn't want their full message and/or e-mail address printed but ______ is especially interesting. -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 17 01:33:17 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA20768 for sonic-ll; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 01:33:16 -0500 Received: from huey.csun.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA20763 for ; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 01:33:14 -0500 Received: from localhost (vboao0f2@localhost) by huey.csun.edu (8.6.4/8.6.4) id WAA05482; Thu, 16 Mar 1995 22:38:28 -0800 Date: Thu, 16 Mar 1995 22:32:37 +0800 (PST) From: Sonic the Hedgehog Subject: Re: Notes from the net (fwd) To: sonic@sard.mv.net In-Reply-To: Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >From Sonic The Hedgehog..... On Fri, 17 Mar 1995, Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2 wrote: > I already made a reply to the article in the newsgroup. I'm making a > similar reply here now. > > One proposal I made is that Archie Comics start an AOL section comparable > to the one "Disney Adventures" already has, and that they might want to > have Archie's entire comics line (not just Sonic) represented. I also > noted that I would not be participating as I am not an AOL subscriber. > There was favorable response to this idea. That would be a acceptable move as long as we, the internet community also regains accessiblity to the very pages of Archie's publications. > For those without AOL access, perhaps Ratman would be willing to accept > some Sonic-related files at his ftp site. I can make shorter text files > of general interest available through the mailing list software. I second this idea, provided Ratman has space in his account. > I also said that the "Notes From the Net" sounds like a good idea and is > worth a try, as long as they're prepared to get questions like "how do I > send e-mail to John Doe?" and "how do I access the newsgroup?". Theres a lot to do and we will succeed in the long run, I believe. I believe that Archie Comic Publications, has a lot to benefit from the internet community and has much to learn from us, who subscribe to the comic. [article on letter printing ideals deleted] I support very much the idea of putting a Net-GRAMS in the section after the SONIC-Grams and advocate the idea for the other publications that Archie Publications runs. My TEN Mobiums worth. Sonic-Fully, "Sonic The Hedgehog" World's Largest Sonic Art Archives CURATOR/COLLECTOR Bryant Melesko WWW page: http://www.ysu.edu/~ptighe/sonic.html (going move this over to my account so I can expand on it and let the world have access to more files that are related to Sonic and gang) From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 17 01:48:09 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA20876 for sonic-ll; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 01:48:09 -0500 Received: from mail04.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA20871 for ; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 01:48:07 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail04.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA185723297; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 01:54:57 -0500 Date: Fri, 17 Mar 1995 01:54:57 -0500 Message-Id: <950317015456_52201024@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Pangolin Problems Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >[NOP!]...Lord Chaos on an episode of Disney's Aladdin >(in that incarnation: a cat with an Egyptian collar and >voice by Matt Frewer). I've only seen that a few times and never ran into Lord Chaos. But anyway... >Chaos lived to disrupt routine and order and predictability. >I got very much the same feel from Gabe. I guess you could say that. >[NOP!]...is the character's...amorality. Exactly! And finally, to keep the "spoiler" tradition: >Is he referring to Tails himself, or to the computer with >which he read the message (in this case, Nicole)? Gabe wanted Tails to find it, and he did. According to the story, you don't know what Tails did about it (if Nicole was XOR-ed to hell or if Tails corrected the problem) but Nicole was the one infected. -B.B. "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." -Arthur Clarke From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 17 03:01:08 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id DAA21104 for sonic-ll; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 03:01:01 -0500 Received: from netcom17.netcom.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id DAA21099 for ; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 03:00:59 -0500 Received: by netcom17.netcom.com (8.6.10/Netcom) id CAA28000; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 02:06:30 -0600 From: fox@netcom.com (Fuzzy Fox) Message-Id: <199503170806.CAA28000@netcom17.netcom.com> Subject: Re: Shaw! v. the world To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Fri, 17 Mar 1995 02:06:29 -0600 (CST) In-Reply-To: from "David M. Pistone" at Mar 15, 95 07:58:37 am Organization: Bushy-tailed Critters of America X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Length: 682 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: David M. Pistone writes: > Yeah, well, I needed something to do that first week before the Saturday > Sonic premired. Beside, the first few shows weren't *that* bad, but it > went down hill from there. So you watched a couple of episodes, then saw a bad one, and just stopped watching? Sheesh, what if your first SatAM Sonic episode was the double-Antoine episode? You probably never would've watched that show ever again, either. -- ----- David DeSimone ----- Fuzzy Fox ----- fox@netcom.com ------------ "Reality is that which can still affect you, even if you don't believe in it." From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 17 08:25:05 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA21404 for sonic-ll; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 08:24:48 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA21399 for ; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 08:24:40 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA13446; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 08:31:58 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA25348; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 08:31:59 -0500 Message-Id: <9503171331.AA25348@edmund> Subject: Sonic FAQ File Weekly To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Fri, 17 Mar 1995 08:31:58 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: ___------__ |\__-- /\ _- |/ __ _ //\ / \ /__ | o| 0|__ --_ \\____-- __ \ ___ - (@@ __/ / /_ -_____--- --_ // \ \\ - //|\__/ \\ ___- \_-\_____/ \-\ // \\--\| ____// ||_ /___//_\ /___\ ascii Sonic by Han J. Lee |====================== THE SONIC FAQ FILE =====================| Mar 10, 1995 edition Compiled by: Daniel J. Drazen Contributors: Ron Bauerle, Brad Clark, Craig Moore, Michiyo Nakajima, Paula O'Keefe, Eric E. Pearson, Jeff Pegnato, Alessandro Sanasi, Erich Schulman, Fred Sloniker, Andy White Address all comments, corrections, contributions and flames to: drazen@andrews.edu ***************************************************************** WHAT'S NEW?: [Note: by suggestion of Ron Bauerle, I will be posting all new material in this portion of the FAQ File, to keep people from having to wade through the whole thing. After a week, though, it gets cut-and-pasted into the body of the File. There WILL be spoilers. You have been warned. DJD] #22 [May 1995] "The Return," written by Ken Penders, art by Pat Spaziante & Harvey M. The story opens with Sonic & Sally MCW (Married with Children; cf. the end of "Sally's Quest" in _In Your Face #1_). Sonic & Sally are out with the kids when, during a lightning storm, an apparition of Robotnik appears and just as suddenly disappears. Have your pencils and scorecards ready to try and follow the remainder of the plot: Robotnik is actually on a satellite talking with Robo-Robotnik from "Night of a Thousand Sonics," (#19), only in this case only the consciousness of Robo-Robotnik (hereinafter "R-R") remains resident. Robotnik convinces R-R to teleport him back to Mobius, where it turns out Snively has activated an alternative Doomesday device which would go off if Robotnik was ever defeated. Robotnik actually deactivates "Operation Wasteland" himself to keep from being ruler over nothing and to have the pleasure of saying to Sonic: "You owe me!" Robotnik and Sonic MWC are declared to be at a stalemate. What about R-R? Who knows? Muddled story saved by Spaziante artwork. "Tails Knighttime Story," written by Angelo Decasare, art by Dave Manak & John Dagostino. As Tails grumps about "get[ting] baby-sat" while Sonic has all the fun and adventures, Sally tells him a bedtime story wherein Sonic is Sir Runalot and Tails is his page who "borrows" his armour one day and who, mistaken for the aforementioned knight, ends up doing battle with Sir Knightmare of Robotannia (guess who?) until the real Sir Runalot saves his...er...tails. Sonicgram: the comics should get a FAQ File, since two letters pepper them with questions (most are answered: "Keep reading." Translation: "we're working on it!"). The cover of Princess Sally #2 in an ad on the same page differs from one which appears on p. 17 of the same issue(!), thus bolstering the "creative differences" theory in Q7. [I am indebted to R.D.B. for the following, since the Sally miniseries has yet to hit the shelves in this corner of Michigan- -I've GOT to stop buying retail and subscribe!] Princess Sally Mini-series #1 [April 1995] "Deadliest of the Species!" written by Mike Kanterovich & Ken Penders, art by Art Mawhinney & Rich Koslowski. Opens with a nice splash page summarizing the struggle so far and describes the main characters (get this: "Antoine is renouned for his military skills" - okayyyy...). Next it recaps Sally's meeting Geoffrey St. John...in StH #20. Sally & Geoffrey are attacked by SWATbots after destroying the facility and manage to beat them off [hey, Ron, let's leave their private lives out of this ;-) ] and exchange some banter in the process (I can't call it friendly but it's not really sarcastic either). They then head back to the camp where some young trainee freedom fighters are waiting for Sally. Geoffrey mistakes them for enemies and jumps a pig (Hamlin) but they're separated by Sally. This establishes some bad blood between Hamlin and Geoffrey that continues all issue. The team proceeds to its next target (an energy substation) and after battling SWATbots and ORBbots manage to destroy it. During the battle Geoffrey saves Hamlin's life but Hamlin still doesn't trust him. That night, when everyone else is asleep, Geoffrey slips away, activates a teleportal, enters some kind of building and descends to its basement where he speaks to a figure in a glass case: Sally!? Also some fan art: two pics of Sally & Bunnie (both NBD), and one of Sally as a dominatrix (!). NOTES FROM THE NET: that's the heading suggested for comix- related posts to a.f.s-h by none other than Paul Castiglia of Archie Comics. Seems P.C. thinks that NftN would make a good subsection of the Sonic Grams, and said so in a recent post. The idea is that you can post to a.f.s-h, and your post (and e-mail address if you want) will be reprinted in NftN. But ONLY if you specify that it's for NftN. Apparently Archie Comics is still getting a feel for whether they should go ahead with the plan, so let's see some support for it! Hmmm, wonder if Sally's e-mail address is princess@frdmftrs.mobius.org ? **************************************************************** I. FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS II. SOURCE DESCRIPTIONS A. SONIC THE HEDGEHOG EPISODE GUIDE B. SONIC COMICS DESCRIPTIONS C. OTHER SOURCES I. FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS ============================= Q1: How did Tails come to have two tails? Q2: Is "Tails" his real name? Q3: Is Tails related to Sally? He calls her "Aunt Sally" quite often. Q4: I can't figure out what kinds of animals some of the characters are supposed to be. Q5: "Sally Acorn?" Q6: How old are the characters supposed to be? Q7: What happened to the Princess Sally miniseries? Q8: Does anyone have a theory about Sonic's speed? ================================================================ Q1: How did Tails come to have two tails? A: The writers of Sonic comics solicited reader responses to this in issue #___; the replies were printed in issue #___. They range from transplantation to mutation. The latest entry is in the Sonicgram of #22. They state that Tails just happened to be born that way--with no other comment (thus illustrating the difference between an Explanation and an Answer). At this point, there is no "official" explanation as to how Tails got that way, so you're pretty much free to believe what you like. Personally, I prefer the theory that it is a mutation, induced by Robotnik's pollution of Mobius. This would accord with the fact that Tails had not been born when Robotnik took over (cf. Q6). Q2: Is "Tails" his real name? A: No, his real name is "Miles Prower" (you have to say it sorta fast to get the joke). That was his name when he was introduced on the front screen of the Sonic 2 video game. Tails was given as his nickname, and it stuck. Q3: Is Tails related to Sally? He calls her "Aunt Sally" quite often. A:This argument has been put forward by the "Sally is a fox" camp (see below). However, if that were true, then he'd also be related to Bunnie, as he's been known to address her as "Aunt Bunnie." For that matter, it seems that everyone in the Knothole gang refers to Sir Charles Hedgehog as "Uncle Chuck," though he's technically only uncle to Sonic. While it was not explicitly stated in either the comics or in the cartoons, it has to be kept in mind that all of the freedom fighters' families were disrupted by Robotnik's takeover of Mobius. It's safe to assume that they all have had relatives who have ended up being roboticized. As a result, they have become not so much a paramilitary resistance group as a loose-knit family. Sonic, for instance, clearly relates to Tails as if the latter was his little brother, the difference in species notwithstanding. Q4: I can't figure out what kinds of animals some of the characters are supposed to be. A: Admittedly, it's trickier to spot some species in the series than others. Herewith is the list: Sonic and Sir Charles. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .hedgehogs Bunnie . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . rabbit Tails. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fox Rotor. . . . . . . . . . . . . .walrus (sea lion, cf. Teitelbaum) Antoine D'Coolette . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fox Sally Acorn. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ground squirrel/chipmunk Sally's father . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fox The identification of Sally as a ground squirrel is based on extended discussion of the topic on Internet {alt.fan.furry and rec.arts.animation). She was also declared to be a ground squirrel in the comics, most recently in the Sonicgram of Sonic #19. As for the designation "ground squirrel/chipmunk", which has been questioned by at least one correspondent, I entered it this way on the assumption that the two terms were synonymous. I have consulted a dictionary, which states that the term "ground squirrel" applies to several kinds of rodents, including the chipmunk genus _Tamias_. Given the present ambiguity, the designation will remain as is. Despite this, controversy continues. Identifying Sally's species has been particularly vexing to some fans, especially those who reason that since Sally's father is clearly a fox, then she must be one herself. It is possible that Sally takes after her mother in this regard more than her father. Cross-species mating is a definite possibility, and an example is implied in the "flashforward" at the end of "Sally's Crusade" [Sonic: In Your Face #1]. At this point, the identification of Sally's nanny, Rosie, remains ambiguous. Given her buck teeth, she could be either a beaver or a woodchuck. Since she is always shown wearing a long cloak, I've been unable to spot the character beaver tail. Final identification is still pending. Q5: "Sally Acorn"? A: This is how she was identified as far back as the beginning of the comics [Sonic Miniseries, #0, Mar 1993]. Technically, royalty do not have surnames or family names in the accepted sense; rather, the title of the personage tends to serve the purpose. Her middle name, Alicia, is apparently seldom used (cf. "Blast to the Past," part 1). If you wanted to be grandiose about it, Sally's formal title would be: Sally Alicia, Princess of the House of Acorn. But in any event it's unlikely that Sally's formal title will come back into use so long as Robotnik is in charge. Q6: How old are the characters supposed to be? A: According to the TV series ["Blast to the Past: part 1"] Sonic and Sally were both 5 years old when Sally's father was overthrown and Robotnik took over. Two other age clues were given in the "Drood Henge" episode: that Tails was 10 years old, and that Sally wouldn't "come of age" for another two years. At one point, Sally's age is explicitly given as being 16, though the comics reportedly put both at age 15. Subtracting 5 from 16 leaves the number of years Robotnik has been in charge: 11. Thus, it would appear that Tails was born after the fall of the House of Acorn. Still, the simplest way out of this dilemma would be to put the age of majority on Mobius at 17 instead of 18; that would eliminate the extra year differential without altering the stated ages of Sonic and Sally (in the comics) or of Tails (in "Drood Henge"). Q7: What happened to the Princess Sally miniseries? A: Archie Comics was supposed to roll out a three-part miniseries starring Sally as the main character. The story actually began with "Deadliest of the Species" in Sonic #20. The cover art for the miniseries, however, differed in subsequent advertisements: one cover for the first issue prominently featured Geoffrey St. John, while another did not. The third issue cover either does or doesn't feature Sally doing battle with a clone of herself, depending upon where you see it. Two different versions of the cover for #2 appeared in Sonic #22. The fact that the Sally creative team PLUS Archie Comics PLUS Sega reportedly came together to discuss "improving" the series (as reported in the Sonicgram for Sonic #21) would seem to indicate that someone had come down with a case of "creative differences." In any event, the "improved" Sally miniseries began shipping the week of Feb 13. Q8: Does anyone have a theory about Sonic's speed? A: How, in other words, is Sonic able to run so fast? Apparently the same way you get to Carnegie Hall in the old joke: practice. I'm serious; here is the only print explanation I've come across so far: "Years ago, when things were right on Mobius, there lived a hedgehog named Sonic.... Sonic was only interested in running as fast as he could. Every day he practiced." [Michael Teitelbaum, _Sonic the Hedgehog_. Mahwah, NJ: Troll, 1993, pp.7- 8]. And that's the extent of Teitelbaum's explanation. Thanks a heap, Mike! ================================================================= NOTICE: The fact that episode and story summaries appear here means there is a good chance that you will encounter spoilers. This is your only notice! II. SOURCE DESCRIPTIONS A. SONIC THE HEDGEHOG EPISODE GUIDE 1. First Season: 1993-94 Super Sonic Writer: Jules Dennis When Nicole malfunctions, Sonic and Sally go to Robotropolis to get replacement parts. While there, they discover the Forbidden Zone and a being named Lezar. Lezar causes Sonic to lose his speed abilities, and teaches him that he can still accomplish things without it. Sonic Boom Writer: Len Janson While on a mission in Robotropolis, Sally intercepts a message which includes the use of her father's pet name for her. They follow the lead to the Dark Swamp and the remains of Ironlock Prison. In the process, a freedom fighter named Cat is captured. The freedom fighters gain maps to Robotropolis, but the search for Sally's father proves futile. Sonic and Sally Writers: Pat Allee and Ben Hurst Before becoming the principle writers for the second season, Allee and Hurst wrote this account of Sally's capture by Robotnik's forces. Sonic rescues what he thinks is Sally but what is instead a robot double. Back in Knothole, Tails begins to doubt Sally's behavior because of small details, such as how she reads a bedtime story. After first dismissing Tails' fears, Sonic also comes to realizes he's been dealing with a "Stepford Sally." Hooked on Sonics Writer: Randy Rogel In an attempt to impress Sally, Antoine tries to capture Robotnik by himself. He attempts to lure Robotnik into the open with the offer of a power ring, but Antoine is himself captured and Sonic has to rescue him. Ultra Sonic Writer: David Villaire While on a raid in Robotropolis, Sonic finds his Uncle Chuck as a robot worker in a crystal mine. Uncle Chuck recovers his mind and will long enough to help destroy a giant crystal which would have damaged the ecosystem of the entire planet. As Uncle Chuck loses control of his will, Sonic vows to return for him. Sonic's Nightmare Writer: Frank Santopadre The freedom fighters are captured and held on a deserted island refinery. Sonic must not only rescue them but he also has to deal with a recurring nightmare where he unable to prevent Sally's being roboticized. Warp Sonic Writer: Matt Uitz The freedom fighters discover an underground civilization called Lower Mobius and one of its citizens, Griff. Lower Mobius draws energy from a power crystal, but it is weakening. Feigning friendship, Griff visits Knothole and steals the power stone which is the source of the power rings. After fighting off some mechanical rats, the power stone is retrieved. Griff apologizes for his theft and is given a portion of the stone to aid Lower Mobius. Harmonic Sonic Writer: David Villaire After Robotnik launches a robot-manned orbiting space station to locate Knothole, the Knothole freedom fighters use a rocket booster to reach and destroy it. Sonic and the Secret Scrolls Writer: Janis Diamond The freedom fighters journey to Mauga (sp?) to recover some legendary scrolls, but Robotnik is tailing them. Robotnik's ship is hurled off a plateau by a violent wind, and the Knothole gang mistakenly believe he is finished. Will they make the same mistake at the end of the second season? Sub-Sonic Writer: Barbara Slade Sonic discovers a stream of water that makes plants grow at a fantastic rate. In their search for the source, the Knothole gang discover a subterranean creature whose habitat has been disturbed by Robotnik's drilling operations. Heads or Tails Writer: Len Janson On a raid of Robotropolis, Sonic runs into Muttski, his now- roboticized pet dog and vows to return him to normal someday. The freedom fighters also have to contend with a squadron of Buzzbombers carrying an orange defoliant [Agent Orange? Hmmmm...] intent on destroying the Great Forest and exposing Knothole. Artwork in this ep is decidedly off-model. Sonic Past Cool Writers: Kayte Kuch & Sheryl Scarborough Tails finds a baby terrapod and the freedom fighters escort the terrapod herd to Boulder Bay, where they will be safe from Robotnik. Sonic Racer Writer: Len Janson While on a mission to disable Robotnik's power generators, Sonic is tempted into participating in a contest against a super-fast robot designed to capture him. While he engages the bot, Bunnie, Sally and Antoine go after their target: Robotnik's back-up generator. 2. Second Season: 1994-95 Game Guy Sonic rescues someone from capture by Robotnik; he turns out to be Ari, a freedom fighter from another group. Ari directs Sonic to a place which turns out to be a trap. Sonic manages to escape (after Robotnik toys with him), but Ari--whose comrades were roboticized and who was himself deceived by Robotnik--is sucked into the Void. Before falling into the Void, Ari says something about a list of other freedom fighters. Sonic Conversion The Knothole gang test a deroboticizing process on Bunnie, whose partially-roboticized body is returned to normal. Sonic then goes after Uncle Chuck and is able to convince him to undergo the process. However, the process turns out to be only temporary as, in a poignant scene, Bunnie reverts to a half-robot. When Uncle Chuck reverts to robotic form, he captures Tails and Antoine for delivery to Robotnik; Sonic confronts him and manages to break the hold on Uncle Chuck's mind. Uncle Chuck returns to Robotropolis to work as a spy for the Knothole gang. No Brainer Sonic's thought processes are temporarily scrambled while on a mission in Robotropolis. Taking advantage of the situation, Snively convinces Sonic that they are friends. The disruption wears off just as the Knothole gang face imminent capture. Blast to the Past (two parts) Dulcy takes Sonic and Sally to a floating island where they use the Time Stones to return to Mobotropolis on the eve of the planet's conquest by Dr. Robotnik (then known as Julian, affiliated with the War Ministry and supposedly in charge of its dismantling). They also encounter themselves as 5-year-olds and learn that it was Sonic's Uncle Chuck who had perfected the roboticizer process in the first place, though Julian/Robotnik stole the process. Sally and Sonic work to keep their child selves from being roboticized, to prevent the Great Forest from being destroyed, and to make sure that Sally's nanny, Rosie, would not get captured. Fed Up With Antoine/Ghost Busted (back to back episodes) Feeling unappreciated, Antoine allows himself to be made "king" by a group of renegades, unaware that with the office comes the "honor" of being an entree./While out camping, Sonic's ghost story panics Tails, and Antoine once more demonstrates his ineptitude. Dulcy Dulcy begins having overpowering urges to fly to Dragonsnest, a nesting site for female dragons. She, Sonic and Sally, arrive just as Robotnik has captured another female dragon; they then discover the dragon's egg inside Dragonsnest. Taking the egg back to Knothole, they rescue the female dragon who returns in time to hatch the egg. The Void Sonic discovers an opening to the Void while out in the "Great Unknown" [another name for the Forbidden Zone?]. Sally and Bunnie are put under a spell and pulled into the Void by a sorcerer named Naugus, who had been imprisoned there years before by Robotnik and who needs Sonic's speed to escape. Sonic learns what has happened from Nicole and allows himself to be pulled into the Void. Attempting to rescue Sally and Bunnie, he is tricked into rescuing what he thinks is Sally's father but is really Naugus. Sonic returns to the Void and finds not only Sally and Bunnie but the King and Ari as well. He brings them all out, but Naugus and the King have spent so much time in the Void that their bodies cannot handle living on Mobius. Naugus breaks off his tormenting of Robotnik, and Sally's father gives her the list of other resistance groups. On the whole, Sally goes through the emotional rollercoaster ride of her life. The Odd Couple/Ro-Becca (back to back episodes) After a crash landing by Dulcy leaves Sonic homeless he moves in with Antoine, who predictably gets bent out of shape by Sonic's lifestyle./Rotor cobbles together a robot which develops the hots for Antoine. Cry of the Wolf The Knothole freedom fighters search for and discover the Wolf Pack, the remnants of an ancient race who are now one of the other resistance groups. After several unsuccessful attempts to destroy a test pod from the Doomsday Project, Sonic draws it into a lightning storm and destroys it. Drood Henge Sonic and Tails discover an archaeological dig by Robotnik; they learn from Nicole that the object of the search is the Deep Power Stones, and that Robotnik has recovered one of the two. Tails comes up with a plan to retrieve the second stone before Robotnik can get to it. Spyhog On the eve of final preparations of the Doomsday project, Robotnik begins to suspect that there is a spy in his midst. Uncle Chuck's cover is blown, but he escapes capture and goes back underground with a different cover. Doomsday In the season finale, a combined force of the five freedom fighter groups tries to destroy the Doomsday project. Robotnik, however, seems to have too many safeguards built in. As a last resort, Sonic and Sally use the Deep Power Stones. The Doomsday project is destroyed; Robotnik's fate is uncertain but Snively is ready to step into his shoes in a burst of megalomania and overacting. Cliffhanger: who or what does Snively have to help him? We'll never know: ABC chose not to run StH for a third season. VOICE CREDITS: SONIC: Jaleel White SALLY: Kath Soucie NICOLE: Kath Soucie (uncredited) TAILS: Bradley Pierce BUNNIE: Christine Cavanaugh ANTOINE: Rob Paulsen ROTOR: Mark Ballou (1st season) Cam Brainard (2d season) DULCY: Cree Summer Franks UNCLE CHUCK: William Windom ROBOTNIK: Jim Cummings SNIVELY: Charlie Adler ADDITIONAL VOICES: (First season): David Doyle Gaille Heindenmann Dana Hill Danny Mann Jason Marsden Charlie Schlatter Frank Welker (Second season): Shari Belafonte: Lupee (?) Michael Bell: Naugus (?) Crystal Cooke Tim Curry: Sally's father; Keeper of the Time Stones Dave Fennoy Dorian Harewood John Kassir Katie Leigh Nancy Linari Victor Love Tahj Mowry Hal Rayle Alaina Reed Hall Lindsay Ridgeway April Winchell B. SONIC COMICS DESCRIPTIONS [CONTRIBUTIONS WELCOME] #18 [Jan 1995]: "Wedding Bell Blues" Robotnik gets word of Sonic and Sally's impending wedding and plans an attack. "In the Still of the Night" While trying to determine the nature of the mysterious orb (cf. "First Star....", #17), Sally is called to the bedside of her old mentor, Julayla, just before she dies. Sonicgram: includes statement that Sonic is 15, and a German fan disses Dave Manak's artwork Sonic: In Your Face #1 [1995] "Sally's Crusade: The Quest" The orb is revealed to be a casing surrounding Nicole. Sally, with the others in tow, searches for what turns out to be Julayla's last testament. The significance of this document is spelled out in a "flashforward" at the end of the story. "Mirror Zone" An excuse to practice backwards lettering. Sonicgram: Sally's age is given as "about 15." [Note, if you're going to guess a lady's age, guess on the low side ;-) ] "Tails' Tallest Tale" Tails substitutes for Sonic, putting in an appearance at a con. His exaggerations almost get him into trouble. Artwork by Shaw!. #19 [Feb 1995]: "Night of a Thousand Sonics" In order to defeat Robotnik's latest scheme, Sonic has to call in as many versions of himself from as many parallel universes as he can. Artwork by Manak for the first half, Mawhinney for the second. Sonicgram: The name of Sally's father is given as "King Acorn" (but see FAQ #5). Scott Fulop hedges on when Knuckles will make an appearance and whose side he'll be on. Again, Sally is identified as a "ground squirrel." Hint is dropped as to a Sonic motion picture in the works. #20 [Mar 1995]: "That's the Spirit" Exposure to an antimatter explosion renders Sonic invisible; Sally and the others [Tails being the exception] believe he is dead. The comedic pacing and Manak's artwork mar what otherwise might have been a very poignant story. Great line (Sonic to Robotnik--who thinks he's dealing with a ghost): "Give Mobius back to the freedom fighters, lose weight and get a hairpiece!" "Deadliest of the Species" [Prologue to the Princess Sally miniseries] While on a sabotage mission, Sally is confronted by someone claiming to be part of a rebel underground. Sonicgram: Once again lists Sally's age as 15. #21 [Apr 1995]: "3 Phases of E.V.E" Pat Spaziante debuts as a story artist. Robotnik unleashes E.V.E. ["exceptionally versatile evolvoid"] to capture Sonic. As Sonic manages to outsmart E.V.E., it simply adapts to another form to compensate. Sonic lures it to Robotnik's headquarters where, assuming a self-conscious form, E.V.E. determines that it is being held back by its biological inheritance from Sonic and Robotnik [i.e., individual cells used in E.V.E.'s creation]. E.V.E. toasts Robotnik, but thanks to some quick thinking by Sonic--apparently, Sally's influence is rubbing off on him ;-) -- E.V.E. spares Sonic and travels out into space on a journey of self-actualization. Is Robotnik really history? That's the tease--stay tuned, probably until after the Sally miniseries. Sonicgram: announcement of the delay in rolling out the Sally miniseries; another special issue (48pp) due out in May. COMIC PUBLISHERS: For subscriptions and back issues--US & Canada: Archie Comics 325 Fayette Avenue Mamaroneck, NY 10543 (914) 381-5155. $15.00/year US monthly $18.00/year CAN monthly For subscriptions and back issues--United Kingdom (Fleetway Editions comics): Sonic The Comic Subscription Dept. OR Back Issue Zone Aim Ltd. P.O. Box 10 Pallion Industrial Estate Sunderland, SR4 6SN UNITED KINGDOM 01144-91-5102290 L28.60 (=28 pounds, 60 pence)/year UK fortnightly L45.00/year Europe fortnightly L47.00/year Overseas surface mail fortnightly L55.00/year Overseas airmail fortnightly C. OTHER SOURCES Michael Teitelbaum, _Sonic the Hedgehog_ (c)1993; _Sonic the Hedgehog: Robotnik's Revenge_ (c)1994; _Sonic the Hedgehog: Fortress of Fear_ (c)1994: Mahwah, New Jersey: Troll Associates. _Sonic the Hedgehog_ synopsis: COMING SOON _Sonic the Hedgehog: Robotnik's Revenge_ synopsis: one of the Knothole freedom fighters is captured by Robotnik and used as bait to lure Sonic into a trap. In this case, the victim is Bunnie, and the story supposedly explains how she came to be partially roboticized. This account is at odds with the explanation in the comics. In addition, both Uncle Chuck and Muttski in this book has been successfully deroboticized, which conflicts with "Sonic Conversion" and, in fact, the rest of the second season. _Sonic the Hedgehog: Fortress of Fear_ synopsis: COMING SOON OVERSEAS BOOKS: Martin Adams, _Sonic the Hedgehog and the Silicon Warriors_ (c)1993; _Sonic the Hedgehog in Castle Robotnik_ (c)1994; _Sonic the Hedgehog in the Fourth Dimension_ (c)1993; _Sonic the Hedgehog in Robotnik's Laboratory_ (c)1993: London: Virgin. From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 17 18:17:35 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA23183 for sonic-ll; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 18:17:18 -0500 Received: from mail04.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA23178 for ; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 18:17:16 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail04.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA044842650; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 18:24:10 -0500 Date: Fri, 17 Mar 1995 18:24:10 -0500 Message-Id: <950317182408_52831912@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Notes from the net (fwd) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Sounds good. I vote "yes." -=DF.=DF. "..." From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 17 18:35:33 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA23235 for sonic-ll; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 18:35:32 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA23229 for ; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 18:35:30 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA00350; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 11:59:06 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA12251; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 11:57:29 -0500 Message-Id: <9503171657.AA12251@edmund> Subject: Re: Notes from the net (fwd) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Fri, 17 Mar 1995 11:57:28 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: from "Erich Schulman" at Mar 15, 95 04:46:41 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Can't get there (a.f.s-h) from here but it sounds good to me. BTW: You might want to introduce a FAQ file while you're at it: save you of the trouble of answering the "What's their age/species?" question in just about every issue. ;-) We now return you to your regularly scheduled rodent. ================================================================ || ___------__ || || |\__-- /\ _- || Daniel J. Drazen || | / __ _ || drazen@andrews.edu || //\ / \ /__ || || | o| 0|__ --_ || Custodian of one of the Sonic || \\____-- __ \ ___ - || the Hedgehog FAQ Files || (@@ __/ / /_ || || -_____--- --_ || ASCII Sonic by Han J. Lee ================================================================ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 17 18:35:36 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA23245 for sonic-ll; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 18:35:35 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA23236 for ; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 18:35:33 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA00370; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 12:01:57 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA12383; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 12:00:20 -0500 Message-Id: <9503171700.AA12383@edmund> Subject: Re: Spell-Checker (was: Re: Cute females) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Fri, 17 Mar 1995 12:00:18 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: from "Erich Schulman" at Mar 15, 95 04:42:13 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > [discussion of how to spell "The Leader of the Wolf Pack" deleted] > > I think the name was intended to represent the Latin form rather than the > French, and I don't know the rules for Latin. Has anyone else here taken > Latin? > > Good news: I took two years of it in high school. Bad news: the masculine form (Lupus) isn't going to be much help here. We now return you to your regularly scheduled rodent. ================================================================ || ___------__ || || |\__-- /\ _- || Daniel J. Drazen || | / __ _ || drazen@andrews.edu || //\ / \ /__ || || | o| 0|__ --_ || Custodian of one of the Sonic || \\____-- __ \ ___ - || the Hedgehog FAQ Files || (@@ __/ / /_ || || -_____--- --_ || ASCII Sonic by Han J. Lee ================================================================ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 17 20:28:00 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id UAA23382 for sonic-ll; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 20:27:48 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id UAA23376 for ; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 20:27:44 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.11/8.6.11) with SMTP id UAA07917 for ; Fri, 17 Mar 1995 20:35:13 -0500 Date: Fri, 17 Mar 1995 20:34:56 -0500 (EST) From: Ron Bauerle To: sonic@sard.mv.net CC: BAUERLE@engr.erie.ge.com, aa2043@freenet.lorain.oberlin.edu, bradclar@outb.wimsey.bc.ca, James.Walt@p4.f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, James.Walt@f77.n377.z1.fidonet.org, pearse@rpi.edu, quozl@netcom.com, ray.rooney@dscmail.com Message-Id: <950317203456.50c4@engr.erie.ge.com> Subject: Re: Sonic FAQ File Weekly Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) >[I am indebted to R.D.B. for the following, Thanks for the credit, I think: >Princess Sally Mini-series #1 [April 1995] >Sally & Geoffrey are attacked by SWATbots after destroying the >facility and manage to beat them off [hey, Ron, let's leave their >private lives out of this ;-) ] Huh? From a dictionary: "beat off: to drive away". And if you're implying what I _think_ you're implying, the proper grammar would have been "themselves"... RDB From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 18 14:21:36 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA25514 for sonic-ll; Sat, 18 Mar 1995 14:21:20 -0500 Received: from seagoon.newcastle.edu.au by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA25500 for ; Sat, 18 Mar 1995 14:21:07 -0500 Received: from scorch.UUCP (uucp@localhost) by seagoon.newcastle.edu.au (8.6.11/8.6.11) with UUCP id FAA09087 for sard.mv.net!sonic; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 05:28:24 +1000 Received: from brushtail.hna.com.au by scorch.hna.com.au with smtp tap_id root (Smail 3.1.28.1 #10) id m0rpxxD-000VtPC; Sat, 18 Mar 95 23:50 EST Received: (from cjb@localhost) by brushtail.hna.com.au (8.6.9/8.6.9) id XAA05033; Sat, 18 Mar 1995 23:53:27 +1000 Date: Sat, 18 Mar 1995 23:53:27 +1000 From: Chris Baird Message-Id: <199503181353.XAA05033@brushtail.hna.com.au> To: sonic@sard.mv.net In-reply-to: BBlaze@aol.com's message of 18 Mar 1995 23:06:45 +1000 Subject: Re: Notes from the net (fwd) Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I like the name-- it avoids that ghastly "cyber-" prefix. IMHO, contacting posters and just asking their permission seems the best way to go. Having only recently been quoted unawares in a [undergroundish] magazine myself, I would have really appreciated being told beforehand, as the original message makes me sound like a near-illiterate dweeb. :) (How about a complimentary selected issue of the comic for anyone who gets published? :) And it might be something worth mentioning in the FAQ(s) that the comic guys are trolling* for column space..) -- Chris,, (* so I'm being glib-- Roboticize me. :) PS: Still no sign of a.f.s-h in any of the Australian newsfeeds.. From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 18 19:05:27 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA25930 for sonic-ll; Sat, 18 Mar 1995 19:05:13 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA25925 for ; Sat, 18 Mar 1995 19:05:11 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id SAA11717 for ; Sat, 18 Mar 1995 18:10:00 -0600 Received: from slip-26-14.ots.utexas.edu (slip-26-14.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.112.78]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id SAA06955 for ; Sat, 18 Mar 1995 18:07:48 -0600 Message-Id: <199503190007.SAA06955@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Sat, 18 Mar 1995 18:05:28 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: I'm baaaccckkkk! X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: The title says all! I just got back after a full day of cavorting around with the airplanes (too bad they have Dulcy's service, but I survived), and I got 59 (!) messages when I checked for mail. I was just kidding when I said I wanted at least 150 messages last week! I surrender! As for the more serious considerations of the week's end, I'm starting work on a Post-Doomsday story. The only hint I can give y'all right now is that a new character is about to be introduced. Aside from that, I can't say anymore. Wait for it. I've received so much e-mail from the Sonic Net at large, so I'll try to answer all of it here en masse. Send messages to me in private (not via Sonic Net) if I missed anyone: -Yes, I am the perpetrator of "The Temporal Syndrome". And I never had a clue that the writing (at least to some people) was so dramatic. I'll try to tone my style down so that some workers won't have to face the customers all teary-eyed......NOT! -For the record Craig, my name is listed at the top of my .sig. -No, I haven't read the comics at length, and I feel much more comfortable with the Saturday morning show (which, I hope, "The Temporal Syndrome" reflected as much as possible). The comics have an effect that doesn't seem right (I keep comparing it to the show). -Yes, I am guilty of writing in a dramatic style. Quick, get the security shackles! -I guess I came back too late to pick up the Rotor pictures from David's FTP site. Let's try that again. That's all for now! Kiss a dragon for me; I'll be busy this Sunday. ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA An Indoctrinated Sonic T. Hedgehog Story Author "But I guess some things are better left in the past." -Sally, quote from "The Temporal Syndrome" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 18 19:26:47 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA25953 for sonic-ll; Sat, 18 Mar 1995 19:26:46 -0500 Received: from acmex.gatech.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA25948 for ; Sat, 18 Mar 1995 19:26:44 -0500 Received: (from gt6005a@localhost) by acmex.gatech.edu (8.6.9/8.6.9) id TAA27068 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Sat, 18 Mar 1995 19:34:26 -0500 From: gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu (Robin Hood) Message-Id: <199503190034.TAA27068@acmex.gatech.edu> Subject: Re: I'm baaaccckkkk! To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Sat, 18 Mar 1995 19:34:25 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: <199503190007.SAA06955@mail.utexas.edu> from "Shawn Wolski" at Mar 18, 95 06:05:28 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] Content-Type: text Content-Length: 3546 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > I've received so much e-mail from the Sonic Net at large, so I'll > try to answer all of it here en masse. Send messages to me in > private (not via Sonic Net) if I missed anyone: > -Yes, I am the perpetrator of "The Temporal Syndrome". And I never > had a clue that the writing (at least to some people) was so dramatic. > I'll try to tone my style down so that some workers won't have to face > the customers all teary-eyed......NOT! I think that's me you're replying to. Please...DON'T change your style. Right now, dark, dramatic stories such as TTS are my favorite, and I think they serve an excellent purpose in the StH universe. After all, there is a global war going on against someone who could've been Hitler's mentor, and that's something I think the comics often forget. Of course, this is an Archie comic (should I stop bashing them so much? Okay, I'll try). I've got some stories coming along, and once I sit down and watch the show, I'll get writing. So far I've got 2 stories involving a new character mapped out in my mind. All I need to do is watch the show to fill in the little details and make sure I'm not contradicting any of the characters' personalities. > -No, I haven't read the comics at length, and I feel much more comfortable > with the > Saturday morning show (which, I hope, "The Temporal Syndrome" reflected > as much as possible). The comics have an effect that doesn't seem right (I > keep comparing it to the show). Do what I do...don't worry at all about the comics when writing, unless you plan on writing specifically for the comic universe. Remember my long-winded arguments in the "Where/What is Mobius?" debates? I was saying that I feel that Mobius is the Earth of an alternate universe. Well, I've since gone on to create the theory that there are no less than four universes that contain the planet Mobius along with Sonic and Robotnik. These four universes are depicted by: 1. The Saturday morning cartoon. 2. The Archie comics. 3. The video games. 4. The Fleetway comics. Of course, some of these universes are more parallel than others, and sometimes events that happened in one universe also happened in another. But I still consider them separate entities, and the possibility of continuity between them is impossible without the multi-universe theory. (A fifth universe, you ask? Well, okay, but only if you consider the weekday show worthy of being called a "Sonic universe" :) ) Now, which universe does all the fan-fic come under? Any one the author wants it to. Right now, I figure that all of the authors are setting their stories in the Sat. morning universe. I plan on doing the same. > -Yes, I am guilty of writing in a dramatic style. Quick, get the security > shackles! Like I said, don't change! :) Once again, mega-kudos for TTS!! later---Kris -- *******Robin Hood (Kris Kelley) gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu***************** * fnord-42-froinlaven-cowabunga-the truth is out there-get out-spin dash * * are you pondering what I'm pondering?-welcome to the next level-yars!! * * finish him!-i hope i've shown you how to treat a lady-i'm a character! * ************************************************************************** * "Don't care what people say / Just follow your own way." - Enigma * * "I'm not sure that the world would be ready for 2 of me!" - P. O'Toole * * "Life: Am I taking this too personally?" - me * ************************************************************************** From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 19 00:07:36 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA26351 for sonic-ll; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 00:07:33 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA26346 for ; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 00:07:31 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id AAA05831; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 00:09:20 -0500 Date: Sun, 19 Mar 1995 00:09:19 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Notes from the net (fwd) In-Reply-To: <199503181353.XAA05033@brushtail.hna.com.au> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Sat, 18 Mar 1995, Chris Baird wrote: > who gets published? :) And it might be something worth mentioning > in the FAQ(s) that the comic guys are trolling* for column space..) The "dd" FAQ does mention the "Notes From the Net" proposal, but the "jf" FAQ has not been updated since its first release last month. > PS: Still no sign of a.f.s-h in any of the Australian newsfeeds.. Delphi has still not picked it up either. I think quite a few list.subscribers still can't get the newsgroup. But the mailing list will be around as long as we all want it to be. -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 19 01:24:16 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA26982 for sonic-ll; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 01:24:08 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA26977 for ; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 01:24:06 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id AAA23399 for ; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 00:31:52 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Sun, 19 Mar 95 00:26 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 00CRU00C Sun, 19 Mar 95 00:15:09 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503190015.00CRU00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Sun, 19 Mar 95 00:15:09 Subject: Re: notes from the net (fwd) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Ok, Your robotisized. :) Tails "Two Tails Of Terror" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 19 03:06:55 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id DAA28115 for sonic-ll; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 03:06:44 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id DAA28110 for ; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 03:06:42 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id DAA13215; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 03:08:36 -0500 Date: Sun, 19 Mar 1995 03:08:36 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: Post Sonic Subject: 5 new Sonic sounds Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I recorded 5 new sounds from the 3/18 episode. I have uploaded all of them to the ftp site (ftp.mv.com) where they await approval. Included among them is Bunnie's "What the who-ha happened?" for which I got a request last year. All are 8-bit mono, 22kHz .WAV's recorded under Warp 3 MMOS/2. Would someone volunteer to post the new sounds to alt.binaries.sounds.cartoons? I'd rather not upload the sounds to my account twice. -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 19 03:48:58 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id DAA28294 for sonic-ll; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 03:48:56 -0500 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id DAA28288; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 03:48:55 -0500 Date: Sun, 19 Mar 1995 03:48:14 -0500 (EST) From: Ratman Subject: Re: 5 new Sonic sounds To: sonic@sard.mv.net In-Reply-To: Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Files approved.. I downloaded them, and tested them.... ftp.mv.com /pub/users/rat/sonic/sounds/ --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Work: paul@mv.mv.com | Play: rat@rat.mv.com WWW : http://www.mv.com/users/rat | FTP : ftp://ftp.mv.com/pub/users/rat AOL : PaulHurley | CIS : 75014,77 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 19 17:30:58 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA29124 for sonic-ll; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 17:30:39 -0500 Received: from acmex.gatech.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA29119 for ; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 17:30:37 -0500 Received: (from gt6005a@localhost) by acmex.gatech.edu (8.6.9/8.6.9) id RAA03014 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 17:38:29 -0500 From: gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu (Robin Hood) Message-Id: <199503192238.RAA03014@acmex.gatech.edu> Subject: Nobody should have to work this hard! To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Sun, 19 Mar 1995 17:38:29 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: from "Ratman" at Mar 19, 95 03:48:14 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] Content-Type: text Content-Length: 2653 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I came this close to absolutely screaming. Going home for a few days before spring break officially began, I decided to search my hometown for Sally #2 and Sonic #22. Well, the comic book shop closed down last month, so I resorted to searching every gas station, every drug store, every grocery store, any place I could think of. Nobody had anything!! Nada! Only when I finally looked in the only book store in town did I find the Sally issue, but Sonic was still nowhere to be found. So, coming back to college, I journey to the comic book shop where I found the two Sonic issues I had bought earlier, shortly after subscribing to this list. Well, they had it (along with Sally #1, which I had yet to find), but their filing system left a lot to be desired. Seems they don't think very highly of "children's comics" (including anything published by Archie) so all of this month's titles were unceremoniously dumped into one big pile, on top of the bins carrying back issues of children's stuff. This means I had to wade thru 10 gazillion Archie, Betty, Veronica, and other such issues before finding what appeared to be the only Sonic #22 they had left! Sheesh... Whoever said collecting comic books doesn't give you any exercise?? :-) Oh well...my contribution to this thread is a little late, but here's my thoughts on #22. In a word: great! Every Sonic issue should be like this. The story surrounding Robotnik's return was well done (even if the story surrounding his initial disappearance was not), and the artwork (especially for Sally) is spectacular. Did somebody say that it was a new artist for this month? Well, (s)he can stay! I even enjoyed "Tails' Knighttime Story." This is an example of Sonic-slapstick put to good use, and the jokes were hilarious. ("Have a real turkey," as he throws down Antoine :-D) Here's hoping future issues are as good as this one. On that matter, wish me luck finding #23 when it comes out! :-) later---Kris -- *******Robin Hood (Kris Kelley) gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu***************** * fnord-42-froinlaven-cowabunga-the truth is out there-get out-spin dash * * are you pondering what I'm pondering?-welcome to the next level-yars!! * * finish him!-i hope i've shown you how to treat a lady-i'm a character! * ************************************************************************** * "Don't care what people say / Just follow your own way." - Enigma * * "I'm not sure that the world would be ready for 2 of me!" - P. O'Toole * * "Life: Am I taking this too personally?" - me * ************************************************************************** From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 19 21:32:42 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA29974 for sonic-ll; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 21:32:34 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA29969 for ; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 21:32:32 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id UAA06753 for ; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 20:36:16 -0600 Received: from slip-25-8.ots.utexas.edu (slip-25-8.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.112.56]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id UAA06158 for ; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 20:34:16 -0600 Message-Id: <199503200234.UAA06158@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Sun, 19 Mar 1995 20:34:42 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: My Brother's Keeper (1/2) X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Sonic the Hedgehog "My Brother's Keeper" by Shawn Wolski The author will accept questions and comments via E-mail at the following address: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Sonic the Hedgehog and other associated characters are based on the creations of Service and Games (Sega), Archie Comic Publications, and the Sonic the Hedgehog cartoons (Saturday morning issue) created by DIC and Sega of America. Additional characters that appear are the original creations of their respective authors (characters indexed by author): Holly-Beth Vixie Kraft: Nina David Pistone: Bookshire Draftwood Shawn Wolski: David This work is protected under various copyright laws. The author grants his permission for free distribution, under the premise that the work retains its original format. No other utilization of the following work, monetary or otherwise, is permitted. Temporal Notice: The background of the following story takes place a few months after the failed Doomsday Project, during the midsummer of the year 3236. The maturity of the day was very near the hour of midnight in Knothole's time zone. Almost everyone of the Knothole Freedom Fighters and their associates from the Wolf Pack and other groups were asleep in their huts, dreaming the dreams of a benevolent future for their planet. Nearly all the lights were out, to promote each individual's travel into the dream world, a place where everyone lived an alternate life for the duration of their time of slumber. The borders and the interior of the encampment that was home to members of an extended family, the members consisting of various decent of status and other aspects of heritage, were as silent as the vacuum of space. Almost. If one could listen and look with more intensity and persistence, Knothole was not the perfect example of peaceful and somber darkness. In one particular hut, no unlit regions existed for the blackness to take refuge. It was a warning to the agents of the shade that their victory would come another day, another time in the hereafter. Or, more than likely, it was only Rotor and Bookshire in the development phase of yet another late-night project in Rotor's new workshop. Inside, Rotor hefted the massive glass vat from the biogenics storage closet, a 100 kg cylinder containing twenty kg of an intricate, carefully balanced powder holding the basic chemical elements of life. No DNA or other evidence of order resided in the powder, but it was a segment of preface to a new artificial lifeform that Rotor and Bookshire toiled to design for some time. He carried it cautiously over to the main computer, where Bookshire was laboring over the theoretical designs and composition of the endoskeletal frame. The middle-aged raccoon displayed signs of his steadily advancing age, with suggestions of silver streaking through his fur. However, when intensely working on a project worthy of provoking his prowess, he was no older than his teenage associate. Younger, in fact, for he concentrated on such projects like a child with a new playtoy. Rotor slowly lowered the vat to a temporary resting place by the main computer, grunting with the gradual displacement of its mass from his powerful muscles. After Robotnik's failed attempt to finally bring Mobius and its inhabitants groveling to his feet, he had more leisure time to exercise, both physically and mentally. A short time ago, Rotor might not have been able to perform such an act as carrying the voluminous load the short distance to the main computer. Then again, the old Rotor wasn't the walrus working on the important experiment that night. Bookshire sensed Rotor's presence, but did not look up to examine his comrade. The majority of his concentration centered on the computer display, while he softly pressed the appropriate controls to alter the various parameters of the endoskeleton to conform to his specifications. The endoskeleton took the structure of a young eleven year-old fox, belying the strength that would normally be present in a lifeform many times its size. The new alloy that Rotor and Bookshire designed for the frame was perfect: high tensile strength, nearly invulnerable to multiple weapons-grade laser impacts, stealthy (nearly all forms of detection devices were blind to its presence, except optical), and more than adequate to the task of shielding the organic overlay (on connection to the positronic matrix, it could expand the stealthy field of influence, retarding nearly every sensor). The raccoon also reviewed the positronic matrix. It was a work of art for something that had been conceived of in such a short time. Countless hours were spent on the cranial cognitive unit, which it was more officially known as between the two partners in cybernetics. Part computer, part organic design, it would allow the new lifeform to function and think. This would promote interaction with the other Knothole residents. Many sleepless nights produced the perfect programming that the new artificial life would need: tactics, command procedures, physiology, and other subjects important to Freedom Fighter commanders. For this was to be Sonic's near-future second, if not his replacement. "Whew. That was some workout. How's everything at your end?" the walrus asked his friend. Retaining his focus on the computer display, Bookshire replied, "Faster than expected, Rotor. The endoskeleton and the positronic matrix designs are ready for freezing. I don't think we left anything out of the system that might be needed." "Great. The sooner, the better. Sonic's been complaining that he didn't have any excuse to get out of Knothole these days, with noone to go on missions with." Rotor dictated this with an air of finality. In truth, Sonic had been rather wearied by the now perpetual boredom that seemed to permeate Knothole. However, there was more to his mood under the surface. He was seriously considering an alteration to the chain of command, wanting to have more time to devote to his other hobbies. He tired of not having the opportunity to make command decisions, or to risk his life to safe another's. He thought of taking a step down from his command position, but had noone to offer it to. His relationship with his friends was also taking a precarious turn. Sally had been put under increasingly higher degrees of workload, and didn't have the time that she and Sonic used to have for leisure in the past. Sally wasn't the only one; just about everyone else had been assigned to other tasks, except him. He felt left out, since nothing that he could do seemed to be available for him to concern himself with. Ultimately, he needed something to do, or someone he could talk to that would understand his condition. Otherwise, the irritated hedgehog might die of boredom, a point that he attempted to make abundantly clear to everyone else at Knothole. "Well, I hope that this little project of ours does," said Bookshire with a grave tone to his voice, "I can't bear to see Sonic like that anymore. All alone and depressed, something must be done, and fast. That boy's too young to waste away like he's doing now." Rotor nodded in silent agreement, knowing all too well what one of his closest friends was feeling now, without a function worthy of his attention. The two cybernetics experts taxed themselves further into the early hours of the next day, with no further verbal exchange on any subject. Working as a single entity, they both continued on their task of creating a new life, and possibly a new comrade for Sonic. * * * At 0800 hours the next morning, the sun's bright rays pierced through holes in the foliage that protected Knothole from detection by sensors and other silent, unseen observers. The solar radiation continued its confrontation until it came near a blue teenage hedgehog, sitting on the steps to his home. It seemed to notice the mental condition of the hedgehog, for it softened from a shower of fine thorns to a smoother, blanketing shape over the hedgehog's body. After not receiving any response from this gesture of kindness, the rays intensified their IR components, as if it was attempting to warm the beleaguered hedgehog's heart. Still no reaction from him. The rays persisted, as if hoping that the hedgehog would appreciate their attempt to lighten his mood. Sonic steadfastly maintained his hunched-over, sulking position. 'Man,' he thought to himself, his mind replete with anxiety, 'what am I gonna do with myself? Sal and everyone else is too busy to do anything with me. I can't even help them out, since I don't have a clue as to even half the stuff they're doing. I'm gettin' tired of being the Number One hedgehog, 'cause there's nothing for me to do at the top. Maybe I need to step down, give someone else a chance to save Mobius. But who?' Sonic had no answer to that question, one that had fused itself into his mind gradually over the period of time after the destruction of the Doomsday Project. Everyone had a position to fill but him. 'I wanted to teach the kids, let them know how it's done being a Freedom Fighter,' Sonic's private tirade continued. 'But Tails got a hold of that, maybe I taught the big guy TOO well. Sal's been working on managerial whatever-she-calls-it for who knows how long, and I ain't any good at that. I can't even get a hold of Rotor, since he's always either asleep or working on that project of his. And Dulcy's not going anywhere, not with that hurt leg she got making that bad landing a few weeks ago.' A labored sigh of dismissal. 'What's a hedgehog like me to do?' The sound of differentially-displaced air brought Sonic to his full alert condition, ready to react to any form of danger. The sound was very familiar, but something he had not heard for a long time, or so it seemed to him. The sound gradually wavered, then abruptly ended as an expertly-placed drop to the ground was executed by a ten year-old red fox. The fox then paced over to Sonic's position, with a distressed look on his face. "What's ya up to, Sonic?" the concerned red vulpine queried his best friend and mentor. "Nothing at all, Tails," the hedgehog responded, sighing. "What's a cool dude like you doing hanging around a major drag like me for?" he questioned, not without a slight hint of frustration to his voice. "Well, you been looking really down lately, Sonic. I know it's that you've had nothing to do here, now that Robotnik and Sneezeley's gone. I thought I might be able to do something to cheer you up," Tails said, unable to keep the hopefulness out of his voice. 'Why, that little genius,' Sonic thought, his face copious with surprise. 'He read my mind.' He said nothing, expecting Tails to continue prodding the point further. He was not disappointed. "I did have a class to teach today, but I told everyone else to take the day off. So, how about it, Sonic?" the little cub demanded, uncertain what method the dispirited hedgehog would use to respond with. It was Tails' turn to not be disappointed. "Sure, big guy," Sonic finally replied, after contemplating the current alteration in plans for the day. He gently stroked Tails' head with an almost religious reverence, and stared straight into his eyes with a smile on his face. "It'll be just like old times, you and me together." Tails chuckled a bit, then said with sincerity, "Yeah, just like old times. Race ya past the lookout tower!" He then curled his tails together, then slowly levitated from the ground as his tails rotated around their mutual center of axis. "Hey, hold up a bit!" Sonic exclaimed jocularly, all evidence of downslide in his normally cavorting mood eliminated for the time being. Accelerating in place, he called to his airborne comrade, "OK, three.....two....one....juice time!" They discharged themselves from the area as quickly as their respective legs or tails would permit them, and accelerated toward their arbitrary finish line. The race had begun, and Sonic felt like a new hedgehog again. After a few hours of high-velocity enjoyment (amplified by giving Antoine a few moments of fright by rocketing next to the tree where he was assigned as lookout), Sonic and Tails returned to Knothole, halting about three meters in front of Rotor's workshop. They were both so exuberant, that Sonic forgot his former mode of depression, and Tails forgot that his friend was depressed. As if remembering something, Sonic quirked his eyes toward his two-tailed companion. "Oh, man! I give up, Tails! You beat me every time!" Sonic blurted out, with an expression of mock anger on his face. "Oh, gee," Tails retorted in kind, mimicking Sonic's facial expression, "next time, I'll make sure I beat you by more than a few seconds!" More hopelessly uncontrollable laughter flowed from their mouths. Unable to repress the urge, they embraced and kissed each other, like long-lost friends that had met again after years of separation. Sonic was beginning to feel more like himself again, and he enjoyed it as much as Tails did. He felt as if he had finally found a role to conform to in Knothole, and that was to be Tails' friend. An act of gratitude that he had not had the time to display recently, and he pondered over why he didn't do such a thing sooner. He found no answer to his personal inquiry, and didn't concern himself with that at the moment. "Hey, Sonic," the young vulpine said to his associate in gaiety, after regaining control of his guffawing, "how about we go see Rotor and Bookshire? I bet ya they're working on that new project right now." The more senior hedgehog considered the matter for a few seconds, with his arms crossed and his left foot rapping the ground. "I don't know, kid," he said thoughtfully. "They might be too busy to worry about us." "Ah, come on, Sonic," his little friend pleaded. "Besides, they invited me to come over here yesterday. They said that it might be ready to show off now." More silence and concerned thought from the hedgehog. He wasn't entirely enthusiastic about interrupting Rotor and Bookshire in the middle of what they regarded as an important activity, since none of the technobabble would make any coherent sense to him anyway. However, he was interested in at least knowing what the project was, considering the fact that the specifics and even generalities had been concealed from him. When he was satisfied with his decision, he replied, "OK, Tails. Let's see what their little secret project is." The two companions trotted to the entrance of Rotor's workshop. They arrived together at the door, and came to an uneasy stop. For reasons unknown to him, Sonic somehow forfeited his nerve to enter the hut. His former reservations resurfaced, as he thought about how too premeditated and convenient this encounter appeared to be. The windows emitted no illumination from the interior, and something about the way Tails dictated his suggestion forced the hedgehog to delay his advance. He looked to his friend; Tails revealed nothing, but patiently waited for the hedgehog to signal a request for entry. "Go ahead, Sonic," his two-tailed comrade commanded encouragingly, "knock on the door. It won't bite." The reluctant hedgehog complied with the order, totally prepared for what he expected to happen. He was equally unprepared for the unexpected events. The door opened, with a suspicious creaking sound attached to its movement on the hinges. A shaded figure of a blue walrus lingered inside, beyond the doorway in the darkness. He gestured to them for passage, and the hedgehog and fox gradually paced into the dimmed workshop. Sonic gazed around the blanketing blackness, endeavoring to focus his eyes. As if in retaliation, the room suddenly altered in form. He was blinded by the sudden increase in illumination, and deafened by the multitude of voices crying out the word, "Surprise!" 'Whoa,' Sonic thought to himself, 'what's going on here?' He rubbed his eyes to compensate for the appearance of light where there was only an unlit region about two seconds ago. After his eyes finally terminated the task of focusing, he noticed that all his friends in and out of Knothole were waiting for him. Sally walked over to the baffled hedgehog. "Surprise, Sonic. I hope you like it," she said, then kissed him. "I'm sorry that we've been keeping you in the dark about this, but now's a good a time as any to reveal it to you." Sonic's jaw dropped with an almost audible thunk. "You mean," he ventured, "that all this time you've been busy working on whatever that is? And you were fibbing about all that administrative work you were doing?" His outstretched finger indicated the endoskeleton and the vat full of the prepared organic mixture. It was Bookshire's turn to explain the rationale of their former, "busy" atmosphere. He carefully limped over to Sonic to illustrate the actual scene of events. "Not exactly, Sonic," he answered to his confused juvenile comrade. "You see, we know that you've been bored and all, with nothing to do here at Knothole while the rest of Mobius isn't in danger anymore. So we decided that you probably wanted to step down off your command status so that you would have more time to do other things. That's when the idea came up to design a new Freedom Fighter." "New Freedom Fighter?" the hedgehog inquired. "To replace me?" "It can take whatever position in the chain of command you want," the raccoon continued, "it can be the commander of Knothole, or like a first officer to you. It's your choice, Sonic." "What about training and everything else?" "Don't worry about this one. The new artificial lifeform will be totally self-sufficient, and it's programmed to have basic emotions, ability to command, repair itself, and other functions. We also gave it the ability to dynamically respond to new situations, learn from them. Not a problem at all," the experienced raccoon reassured. "How's it repair itself?" the still-cynical hedgehog asked. "It has nanites in it to take care of damage and construct new parts," Bookshire replied. Seeing a shocked expression on the hedgehog's face again, he continued, "No, not those nanites. These nanites aren't programmed to do anything to us; their made for the compuorganic lifeform." Bookshire was all too aware of the unpleasant memories the word had to Sonic, not to mention the rest of the Freedom Fighters. "Cool. So when's it gonna be active?" the now-interested Sonic questioned. Tails took charge of leading him to the main computer. "Right over on that computer, Sonic. Press that big red switch." As he and his companion walked to the computer, Tails didn't notice the large bundle of cables lying stretched out across the floor. Sonic saw the cables first. "Tails, the ca-" he tried to warn his friend. It was too late. Tails foot located the cables and reacted via the appropriate physical laws of the universe, long before his eyes could see them and direct his body to avoid. He flew across the space between his former location and the main computer, his nose impacting with the indicated red key that would activate the new lifeform. Before his blackout, Tails slid down the side of the computer, opening one of the storage compartments. After coming to rest on the floor in a semi-unconsious state, mind probing electrodes attached themselves to his head. The room exploded into a blinding radiance. Inside the vat with the organic mixture, the component atoms combined and recombined, forming a DNA structure over the endoskeletal frame. The nanites worked hard at their labors, manipulating the organic overlay into the appropriate electrical and organic constituents. Influxes of data came from Tails, as the cranial positronic unit scanned the information by utilizing the remote electrodes on his head. The process continued on for about ten seconds. Tails woke up to see a black and dark gray fox, about his height and size, trapped in the glass vat. One powerful fist strike later, and glass shards erupted from the vat, spreading over the floor like a tidal wave crashes over a ocean-front city. Everyone else in the room watched in horror as the new artificial lifeform slowly paced across the room in a precise, measured cadence toward Tails, making no sound as it did. When it arrived at its location in front of its organic counterpart, it gently and flawlessly lifted the dazed vulpine up to examine his condition. What the compuorganic lifeform said was even more startling. "What has occurred to format my brother into his current state?" it demanded, seemingly concerned about Tails' condition. The voice was so much like Tails, only this particular vocalization was that of an adolescent fox. It was deeper and slightly harsher, yet still very similar to that of its organic counterpart. Tails replied for all the observers in the room. "Waht?" he asked, bewildered by the turn of events. He attempted to force the stinging pain from his nose. "Wo's 'or bro'her? I ain' 'or bro'her." The artificial lifeform didn't have any difficulty interpreting its "brother's" speech. "My medical sensors detect a minor concussion in your olfactory region, and it is in my estimation that you have been injured in a procedure which I am unaware of. Please allow me, brother, to attend to your ailments. I have no intention of inducing any detriment to your organic configuration." The awestruck organic fox's eyes expanded wide with primal fear. He struggled to escape from the grasp of his oppressor, and succeeded in his savage body motions. Tails screamed, staring a hardened sneer into the compuorganic's video receptors, "You're not my brother, and I never want to see you again, you robot!" He darted out of the workshop before anyone could detain him, and disappeared into the Great Forest. The new lifeform could only observe the scene that occurred, speechless and almost upset by the unfavorable reaction that Tails displayed. "Someone's gotta go after Tails," Sonic finally said, returning to reality again. "I'll take care of this," replied Dulcy. "Besides, he can fly, and I might have a better chance of getting him." "Yo, Dulce," the baffled hedgehog queried, "what about your leg?" "Oh, this?" she answered. "This was the only way I could think of from telling you about the project too early. There's nothing wrong with it. You know how much I can babble at times." As if proving her point that her leg had sustained no damage, she prodded out of the hut and used it to force herself away from the ground, then flew off to retrieve Tails. Sally walked over to comfort their latest addition to the Freedom Fighter group. "Are you OK?" she asked, concerned about how it would react to prejudice immediately after it had just been constructed. It took in a deep breath, as if to calm itself. "I am fully functional, physically and mentally," it stated, "however, I am rather perturbed by the way Tails reacted to my endeavors to assist him. I also realize that lack a denomination, something for others to know me by." Sally thought the matter over. "How about....David?" she suggested. "Very well, then," the compuorganic replied, "that shall be sufficient for my purposes of identification." He smiled, as if pleased with the privilege of having a name. Sally embraced and kissed him, gratified to have him as a new Freedom Fighter and companion. Not quite certain how to respond to this gesture of kindness, he returned the act to her, making certain his finely-tuned tactile sensors returned signals of a firm, but tame grip. David did not desire to destroy a near-future ally in the college of life. * * * ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA An Indoctrinated Sonic T. Hedgehog Story Author "But I guess some things are better left in the past." -Sally, quote from "The Temporal Syndrome" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 19 21:35:22 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA29986 for sonic-ll; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 21:35:21 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA29981 for ; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 21:35:19 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id UAA06792 for ; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 20:37:39 -0600 Received: from slip-25-8.ots.utexas.edu (slip-25-8.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.112.56]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id UAA06279 for ; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 20:35:32 -0600 Message-Id: <199503200235.UAA06279@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Sun, 19 Mar 1995 20:35:58 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: My Brother's Keeper (2/2) X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: And learn David most certainly did. He found that there were many functions to life besides his undecided role in the chain of command. Over the period of three weeks, David accomplished many tasks to improve his status in his new domicile. He learned more about the intricacies of his organic companions' speech and emotional displays. He also learned how to fly, since his endoskeleton was modeled very closely after Tails. After some instruction from Dulcy and receiving her experience from seeing what procedures Tails used to hover, fly, and land, David became capable of flying to almost any location. He studied novels, encyclopedias, poetry, and it seemed as if there was no way to quench David's lust for information. He instructed his nanites to manufacture appropriate hardware for upgrading his survivability, and to improve the preexisting equipment that he had built inside him. Yet, there was one area which he failed to complete successfully: his relationship to Tails. As David built up his emotional database, that fact only served to compile to complex and frustratingly gargantuan proportions. In reality, the situation was no more severe than it was on David's first day of life. Through an almost telepathic agreement, for Tails had no intention of being anywhere near David, they managed to maintain a respectable distance. Sally counseled him about his bind with Tails; Sonic tried to convince Tails to rethink his misgivings about David. Nothing seemed to work. The only alternative was to permit Tails a wide berth from David. For a while, everything was almost perfect, as long they did so. However, as life would have control over events, this status of peace would not survive for an extended period of time. David was pacing around the Knothole/Great Forest border near the bridge at about 1700 hours, testing his latest sensors for accuracy. During his passive IR scan, he noticed a form appear about thirty meters in front of him as he directed his head forward. Intrigued by this, he converted his sensors to visible light scan, and magnified the image. It was a young female skunk, about Tails' age and height. Nina saw David and ran over to him. David downloaded the required data about Nina into one of his dynamic provisional memory storage units. What he read he didn't enjoy at all. According to his data, Nina was a close friend to Tails. And if Tails saw David and Nina together, the situation could become an unsettling one for all three parties. That was one confrontation that he had no intention of participating in. David's stress registers increased with the anticipated battle that would ensue if he didn't act to prevent it. He turned around to evade the near-future battle. It was too late. Nina already had him contained in her powerful grasp, and David had no hope of immediate salvation except to implement his overwhelming strength. He was unable to do so, for any such act would critically injure Nina, and part of his basic moralistic programming prevented him from doing so. His respect for life was too strong to justify a violent response. Therefore, other, more civil procedures would have to be acted on. "Oh, David!" the young skunk exclaimed to him, not softening her grip one iota. "It's so good to see you again! It's about time you got away from those adults and over to those your own age!" David attempted to find a diplomatic mean of escape. "Nina, I would very much appreciate your friendly attitude towards me, if you would please allow me to maintain a respectable distance!" "Oh, sorry about that," she apologized, and complied with his implied request. "It's just that I've never had a chance to see you personally, I got a little too excited." "You aren't the only one that might get excited," David retorted, as kindly as possible. "According to my information, you are Tails' friend, and....Tails and I do not exactly have an amicable relationship as of this current time. I have no desire to be the perpetrator of any distress between the two of you," David stated, using all of his sensors to locate Tails before he and Nina severely got into trouble. Tails was located about 300 meters away, but his location was surrounded by trees. It was more than likely that he would not see David and Nina, but David wasn't inclined to take any risks. He said so to Nina. "Why can't you two get along?" she inquired. "From what I saw over the past few weeks, you're not the one at fault for this." That took David completely off guard. He was uncertain as to how to answer Nina's question. Of course, David wasn't at fault for anything, except for being created. And that, he had no control over. He never had the opportunity to answer. Tails arrived, his eyes silted and teeth exposed with anger. David measured Tails' stress levels, and found that an eruption was about to take place, no matter what David could try to prevent it with. His organic counterpart stood in his position, slowly breathing with a dangerous tension. "What...are...you...doing...with...Nina?" Tails managed to slowly spit out, unable to control the rage in his voice. Nina answered for David. "He's just talking to me; nothing more. I just wanted to be friends with him after I saw him away from all the adults here." Her calm voice belied the anger she was feeling toward Tails and the way he was treating David. "That doesn't matter! He's a robot, something to take us back to Robotropolis whenever he has the chance to!" Tails barked out, even more stressed than before. Nina continued as calmly as the situation would permit, "No, David's a Freedom Fighter, just like you are. And nothing is going to change that!" David wished that he could contribute something to the conversation, but considered the consequences beforehand. It would ultimately serve to further degrade the already tenuous relationship he had with Tails. And the condition was becoming more precarious just from this exchange. "Well, what do you need to associate with a robot for? He doesn't have anything to give you, he's emotionless, stupid, and the worst excuse I've ever seen for a brother!" With that last remark, Tails ran back into the Great Forest. Little did Nina and Tails know that a storm was advancing over the area. And Tails was in the middle of it, unheeding of the warnings. David warned Nina of the situation. "Someone has to go after him, at least to teach him a lesson," Nina replied, unable to maintain the level of calm she had only a few seconds ago. She moved to go after him. "No," he ordered, extending his hand to block her path. "I'll retrieve Tails." "Are you sure about that, David?" his friend asked. "I will have a higher probability of retrieving Tails, since I have capabilities to utilize that you don't have available," he answered, with a determined look on his face. "The way you can assist me is to get help from the others in Knothole. I require their presence here in order to prevent the situation from becoming critical." She considered his orders, but said nothing further. She knew what the unspoken words were. She then ran off to Knothole, as quickly as she could. David did the same, only in the opposite direction. With all his sensors active, he searched for Tails as far as he could scan. After locating his trail, he rushed to Tails' aid. About fifteen minutes later, David located his counterpart. Tails was sitting on a rock, apparently unheeding of the rain pouring down on him, and the thunder which seemed to be getting closer every second. Tails was also blind to David's arrival, since he made no indication that he noticed the compuorganic fox's presence. Then again, in the darkness created by the storm, David would be the only one who could view anything. He thought with a belated sense of worthiness that he didn't send Nina, or tell her to send anyone after the two foxes. They would have become as lost as Tails appeared to be. "Tails?" he called over the thunder. "It's me, David." "Get away!" the other fox retorted. "We don't have anything to talk about!" "On the contrary," David replied, maintaining his outer calm, "we have everything to discuss. Starting with the condition between us." "There's nothing I have to say to you, David!" Tails yelled, wishing that he could be alone right now and nothing else. "Please, Tails!" David nearly pleaded. "Tell me what it is that troubles you about me!" As if the very storm had tired of the confrontation between the two foxes, a fork of lightning streaked down the sky and found an impact point on a nearby tree. The violated branch erupted into flames, falling straight down on Tails' position. He saw the branch and instinctively crouched over, in the hope that this would protect him. David took action to rescue Tails from a conflagration that would otherwise consume him. He flew up to the falling branch, and disengaged his rotating tails. Utilizing both of his tails, David swatted the flaming branch, dislocating it from its lethal flight path. Tails was safe for now. On the ground, Tails waited for the fiery death to fill his field of vision. It never came. The only sounds he could hear were the rain, thunder, and David's tails slowly returning him from the tormented areas above ground. He saw David stop rotating his tails about two meters above ground, then expertly drop to the ground, landing so that the shock would dissipate through his body. Tails' savior slowly walked over to him, his face a testimony to worry. "You...you really care about me?" Tails asked, not trusting his voice to sound coherent. David understood him without difficulty. "Of course I care about you," he responded, "as well as the rest of the Freedom Fighters. What ever gave you the impression I didn't? Is that what you were concerned about?" Tails started crying, for he had overlooked something in David, and had neglected him for so long. He felt sorry for David, and ashamed of himself for harboring the prejudice he had, just for the fact that David was something of a form he had no personal control over. He got up and hugged David, and didn't release his grip on him for a long time. Sniffling, Tails said, "I'm sorry I treated you the way I did, David. I just didn't know that you really cared about me so much. I thought you would go crazy and send us back to Robotropolis or something." "Tails," David answered jovially, "you know me better than that. Besides, even if I did want to take you back to Robotropolis, I couldn't." "Why's that?" Tails inquired, the shamed look on his face converting to one of wonder. "Because you're like a brother to me," David continued, "and there's no Robotropolis available for me to send you and the rest of the Freedom Fighters to." "It's good to have you back.....brother." They both shared in a mutual session of laughter, then David gradually guided his brother back to the refuge of Knothole. * * * The next day, there was no indication of the adversarial state that existed between Tails and David. They were like two foxes that had finally found themselves, which in this case, they did. Sally and Sonic watched from a distance as they saw the two foxes actually playing together, instead of Tails being at David's throat, and David doing everything in his power to escape. They were like friends, or (dare they think it?) brothers that were concerned for each other's welfare. "I can't believe it, Sonic," Sally said after the realization struck her as to what the fox pair was doing. "It seems like they were enemies just yesterday. I wonder what brought Tails out of it?" "Don't know, Sal," the hedgehog said, equally awed by the transition. "I asked them earlier, but they wouldn't tell me why." "Maybe it's just as well that way. These two are going to be a powerful team in the future." And the condition of Tails' transition remained a secret, to everyone in Knothole. All that mattered now is that they loved each other like brothers of a long acquaintance. They both agreed to tell everyone one thing though: that David's name be changed to David Prower. EOF. ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA An Indoctrinated Sonic T. Hedgehog Story Author "But I guess some things are better left in the past." -Sally, quote from "The Temporal Syndrome" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 19 22:07:35 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA00408 for sonic-ll; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 22:07:34 -0500 Received: from serv0.cae.wisc.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA00403 for ; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 22:07:28 -0500 Received: from sun-17.cae.wisc.edu (sun-17.cae.wisc.edu [144.92.20.156]) by serv0.cae.wisc.edu (8.6.10 CAE/8.6.10) with ESMTP id VAA09874 for ; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 21:16:05 -0600 From: James Firmiss Received: (firmiss@localhost) by sun-17.cae.wisc.edu (8.6.10 CAE/8.6.9) id VAA10521 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 21:16:09 -0600 Message-Id: <199503200316.VAA10521@sun-17.cae.wisc.edu> Subject: Re: All Sorts of Stuff To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Sun, 19 Mar 95 21:16:08 CST In-Reply-To: <950313090306_47828094@aol.com>; from "Benny7dude@aol.com" at Mar 13, 95 9:03 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.3 PL0] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > But do you like our new artist, Patrick Spaziante?... I guess I'm not much of an art critic because I happen to like the way just about everyone has drawn Sonic in the Archie comics. As long as they don't screw up Rotor like they did in Sonic's 2nd season (on ABC) I'll probably be happy. I do notice what I guess I can call a 'mildly disturbing trend' in the Archie comics though. It seems that all new characters aren't nearly as 'abstract' as the originals. > Re: Notes from the Net Even though I don't get this alt group (we never get any of those good ones.. we DO get all the alt.binaries.pictures. groups :-/ I like the idea of having a 'Notes from the Net' section in the Archie comics. I doubt you'd be able to print the large essays which folks seem to like to post on the net though :) > Re: All those COOL sonic stories Keep up the good work everyone. Yipes! 12 parts to Bloodlines? That's turning into a real novel there. > Dan Drazen's spelling of 'Lupee' I've sometimes seen accents put 'after' the letter when trying to type them in ASCII... e.g. [ Lupe' ] or [ Lupe` ] I forget which one's a 'grave' accent. > Dan's FAQ Here's a suggestion. I was thinking it might be better if show and comic story summaries were placed in a separate file .. perhaps only a list of all the show titles (and writers) would be in the FAQ itself. > JF's FAQ Erich had mentioned that this FAQ (mine) hasn't been updated in quite a while. That's true.. I typed it up in a weekend and kinda gave it up when I noticed that Dan's FAQ was more complete (and that I really didn't have the extra time to keep it up). I STILL am trying to work out a summary of the Archie comic stories (which I finally completed my collection of them).. Thanks to Craig Moore and Archie's 'Sonic Back-Issue Offer' Well.. now that I got all that out of my system.. I notice as I type this I've gotten a few new Sonic stories in my e-mail box. -- "Margarine!!! Ha ha ha ha!" -- Snively James Firmiss -- firmiss@cae.wisc.edu From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 19 23:44:21 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA00625 for sonic-ll; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 23:44:09 -0500 Received: from mik.uky.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA00620 for ; Sun, 19 Mar 1995 23:44:06 -0500 Received: from nx39.mik.uky.edu by mik.uky.edu (NX5.67e/NX3.0M) id AA22757; Sun, 19 Mar 95 23:52:03 -0500 From: richard ray ii roberts Message-Id: <9503200452.AA22757@mik.uky.edu> Received: by nx39.mik.uky.edu (NX5.67e/NX3.0X) id AA09092; Sun, 19 Mar 95 23:51:52 -0500 Date: Sun, 19 Mar 95 23:51:52 -0500 Received: by NeXT.Mailer (1.100) Received: by NeXT Mailer (1.100) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: You think YOU got it bad? Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Somewhere between 165 and 225 unread! Lord, that took forever to sort through. Anyway - as for the royal status of Sonic on Mobius, I figure Sally wouldn't have let their relationship go this far publically if she didn't think marrying him was a possibility. Nor, under the circumstances, do I think that conventional formalities are going to prevent him from taking any title she feels is appropriate - but I doubt seriously he'll ever take any significant role in government. Although it's really hard to say - much of his attitude is shaped by the role he's forced to be in at the moment. Given a few years, he could be almost as active a ruler as Sally. I took latin, too! I don't remember if her name was a long or short 'a' in English. It'd be rendered either Lupa or Lupae. I think 'Lupa' because that's the way I had it stored in my head. Too Tired To Say More, Mouse From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 20 05:42:14 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id FAA01832 for sonic-ll; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 05:42:06 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id FAA01827 for ; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 05:42:04 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id FAA15711; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 05:44:12 -0500 Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 05:44:12 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: Post Sonic Subject: King Acorn Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I was reading some of the episode summaries in the "dd" FAQ, and one says that the King has spent too much time in The Void to be able to function on Mobius anymore. Does this mean he can never be returned to power? Is Sally now destined to become Queen? I've not seen this episode yet, but feel free to post any info or opinions you want to. -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 20 05:57:58 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id FAA01889 for sonic-ll; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 05:57:56 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id FAA01884 for ; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 05:57:55 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id GAA15744; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 06:00:03 -0500 Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 06:00:02 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: All Sorts of Stuff In-Reply-To: <199503200316.VAA10521@sun-17.cae.wisc.edu> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Sun, 19 Mar 1995, James Firmiss wrote: > I guess I'm not much of an art critic because I happen to like the way I'm not either. Nothing made that clearer to me than when reading all the arguements in alt.tv.animaniacs about how bad 's animation is. I would like to see Tails colored in the comic more like the way he is in the Saturday morning cartoon. As I understand it, he is a red fox but doesn't look at all red in the comic. I have from time to time got the feeling when reading the comic that I was looking at a 24-bit color .JPG quantized down to 256 colors. It seems the comic employs a limited color set. This may be caused by the limitations of its publishing. I realize there's only so much you can do when printing on newsprint; my local newspaper doesn't print many quality photos in color. > I've sometimes seen accents put 'after' the letter when trying to type > them in ASCII... > e.g. [ Lupe' ] or [ Lupe` ] I forget which one's a 'grave' accent. The ` is a grave accent. The best we can do for an acute accent is '. -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 20 08:05:56 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA02113 for sonic-ll; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 08:05:49 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA02108 for ; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 08:05:46 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA15415; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 08:13:42 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA00023; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 08:13:45 -0500 Message-Id: <9503201313.AA00023@edmund> Subject: Re: King Acorn To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 08:13:44 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: from "Erich Schulman" at Mar 20, 95 05:44:12 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > I was reading some of the episode summaries in the "dd" FAQ, and one says > that the King has spent too much time in The Void to be able to function > on Mobius anymore. Does this mean he can never be returned to power? Is > Sally now destined to become Queen? > > -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- > Erich: Good question. The situation is muddied by the reappearance of Sally's father (apparently in one piece) in the Married With Children scenario at the end of "Sally's Quest" (In Your Face #1). So escape would appear to be possible. Assuming that he COULD eventually get out of the Void (and exactly how that could be accomplished is something for those of us who dabble in fanfic to consider), the question of succession rears it head. Theoretically, the King could legitimately reclaim the throne...unless he chooses to abdicate in favor of Sally. Heaven knows, she would have earned it! We now return you to your regularly scheduled rodent. ================================================================ || ___------__ || || |\__-- /\ _- || Daniel J. Drazen || | / __ _ || drazen@andrews.edu || //\ / \ /__ || || | o| 0|__ --_ || Custodian of one of the Sonic || \\____-- __ \ ___ - || the Hedgehog FAQ Files || (@@ __/ / /_ || || -_____--- --_ || ASCII Sonic by Han J. Lee ================================================================ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 20 15:20:01 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA03546 for sonic-ll; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 15:19:35 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA03541 for ; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 15:19:34 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id PAA00025; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 15:21:45 -0500 Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 15:21:45 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: King Acorn In-Reply-To: <9503201313.AA00023@edmund> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Mon, 20 Mar 1995, Dan Drazen wrote: > Good question. The situation is muddied by the reappearance of Sally's > father (apparently in one piece) in the Married With Children scenario > at the end of "Sally's Quest" (In Your Face #1). So escape would appear > to be possible. If I recall the episode summary correctly, Sonic at point allowed himself to get sucked into The Void. If that is indeed correct, escape must be possible or Sonic would still be there. Of course, he wasn't in as long as the King was. But if Sonic knew how to escape himself, when did he find out and how? It must have been shortly before that episode; otherwise, the King would have been rescued (possibly in time) prior to that episode. The Sally mini-series #1 gets around the issue by saying that no one is certain of his fate now. > Assuming that he COULD eventually get out of the Void (and exactly how > that could be accomplished is something for those of us who dabble in > fanfic to consider), the question of succession rears it head. > Theoretically, the King could legitimately reclaim the throne...unless > he chooses to abdicate in favor of Sally. Heaven knows, she would have > earned it! I was going to have a reference to him in the story I am co-writing, but now I'm not so sure I can do it (the reference, the story's still in progress). I don't really have anything to base this on, but I get the feeling Sally would be content with (if not preferring) he reclaim the throne unless he asked her to take his place. Any speculation on what he would want to do? It might be better to spin this off into another thread, but what should become of Robotnik after his final defeat (assuming he is not killed in action)? Any chance Sonic, Sally, and the King might even agree on what to do with him? -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 20 15:44:10 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA03682 for sonic-ll; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 15:44:09 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA03677 for ; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 15:44:05 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA24874; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 15:52:07 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA18510; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 15:52:05 -0500 Message-Id: <9503202052.AA18510@edmund> Subject: Re: King Acorn To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 15:52:04 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: from "Erich Schulman" at Mar 20, 95 03:21:45 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > If I recall the episode summary correctly, Sonic at point allowed himself > to get sucked into The Void. If that is indeed correct, escape must be > possible or Sonic would still be there. Of course, he wasn't in as long > as the King was. But if Sonic knew how to escape himself, when did he > find out and how? It must have been shortly before that episode; > otherwise, the King would have been rescued (possibly in time) prior to > that episode. > > The Sally mini-series #1 gets around the issue by saying that no one is > certain of his fate now. > In fact, "The Void" had a few gaping plotholes in it, and viability outside the Void is one of them. Both the King and Naugus began to crystallize once they were back on Mobius because they had "stayed too long" in the Void. Ari, however, was able to get out with no ill effects. As to their means of escape: Sonic can run fast. End of explanation. His speed is apparently enough to counter the pull into the Void. Like I said, major plothole. > > I was going to have a reference to him in the story I am co-writing, but > now I'm not so sure I can do it (the reference, the story's still in > progress). > > I don't really have anything to base this on, but I get the feeling Sally > would be content with (if not preferring) he reclaim the throne unless he > asked her to take his place. Any speculation on what he would want to do? > > It might be better to spin this off into another thread, but what should > become of Robotnik after his final defeat (assuming he is not killed in > action)? Any chance Sonic, Sally, and the King might even agree on what > to do with him? > At the time the stories are being played out, remember, Sally has not yet "come of age" and won't for another two years (cf. "Drood Henge.") Assuming it's part of the Mobian constitution, the King would still be the legitimate power unless someone else were to be appointed as regent if the King felt he couldn't rule. In any event, Sal's going to have to be patient. As for Robotnik, I don't see him surrendering under any circumstances. A fight to the (real or presumed) death is most likely. We now return you to your regularly scheduled rodent. ================================================================ || ___------__ || || |\__-- /\ _- || Daniel J. Drazen || | / __ _ || drazen@andrews.edu || //\ / \ /__ || || | o| 0|__ --_ || Custodian of one of the Sonic || \\____-- __ \ ___ - || the Hedgehog FAQ Files || (@@ __/ / /_ || || -_____--- --_ || ASCII Sonic by Han J. Lee ================================================================ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 20 16:41:44 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA04918 for sonic-ll; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 16:41:31 -0500 Received: from mik.uky.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA04913 for ; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 16:41:27 -0500 Received: from nx38.mik.uky.edu by mik.uky.edu (NX5.67e/NX3.0M) id AA10855; Mon, 20 Mar 95 16:49:34 -0500 From: richard ray ii roberts Message-Id: <9503202149.AA10855@mik.uky.edu> Received: by nx38.mik.uky.edu (NX5.67e/NX3.0X) id AA07404; Mon, 20 Mar 95 16:49:30 -0500 Date: Mon, 20 Mar 95 16:49:30 -0500 Received: by NeXT.Mailer (1.100) Received: by NeXT Mailer (1.100) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: King Acorn Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Near the end of 'The Void' Nagus declares that he and King Acorn have spent 'too much time in the Void' and are therefore unable to leave without it trying to suck their lifeforce back in. Nagus declares that he can control, and therefore presumably reverse, this process - but only from inside the void. Please note that there is no reason to assume that ANY of this applies to any continuity other than that of the Saturday Morning Cartoon. In the case of the Archie comic, this is confused by the serious lack of continuity between issues as they switch to a format which seems to more and more resemble the Saturday episodes. In any case, Ari, Sonic, and the girls are immune simply because they haven't been there very long. Due to the highly questionable continuity between first and second seasons, it's impossible to say just how long the King had been there. Way Too Busy, Mouse From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 20 17:06:10 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA04956 for sonic-ll; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 17:06:09 -0500 Received: from holodeck.cc.vt.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA04951 for ; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 17:06:06 -0500 Message-Id: <199503202206.RAA04951@sard.mv.net> Received: from jpegnato.async.vt.edu by holodeck.cc.vt.edu with SMTP (8.6.10/16.2) id RAA28879; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 17:13:59 -0500 X-Sender: jpegnato@mail.vt.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 17:14:28 +0500 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: jpegnato@vt.edu (Jeffrey Pegnato) Subject: solution to continuity [wuz:Re: King Acorn] X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >..... Please note >that there is no reason to assume that ANY of this >applies to any continuity other than that of the >Saturday Morning Cartoon. In the case of the Archie >comic, this is confused by the serious lack of >continuity between issues as they switch to a format >which seems to more and more resemble the Saturday >episodes. That's exactly how I've come to view this whole mess of continuity ... the games, books, shows, and comics are all different stories with the same characters. There are some major similarities, but on the whole, each makes much more sense if read/viewed seperately. Otherwise, arguements start to arise over what's the "real" story and not...(Id est - species arguements, roboticizer arguements, character arguments, plotline and continuity arguments, etc., etc.) {any of this sound familliar?} ;) > In any case, Ari, Sonic, and the girls are >immune simply because they haven't been there very >long. Due to the highly questionable continuity >between first and second seasons, it's impossible to >say just how long the King had been there. > Way Too Busy, > Mouse Well, ignoring the 1500 year time lapse between the 2 seasons, The King would have been in the Void 11 years. (time of coup to present time) ***I belive T.V. is very educational...whenever someone turns on the T.V., I go into the next room and read a good book.*** jpegnato@vt.edu Jeffrey Pegnato From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 20 17:21:57 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA05048 for sonic-ll; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 17:21:56 -0500 Received: from seagoon.newcastle.edu.au by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA05043 for ; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 17:21:27 -0500 Received: from scorch.UUCP (uucp@localhost) by seagoon.newcastle.edu.au (8.6.11/8.6.11) with UUCP id IAA26315 for sard.mv.net!sonic; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 08:29:15 +1000 Received: from brushtail.hna.com.au by scorch.hna.com.au with smtp tap_id root (Smail 3.1.28.1 #10) id m0rqkrz-000Vt0C; Tue, 21 Mar 95 03:03 EST Received: (from cjb@localhost) by brushtail.hna.com.au (8.6.9/8.6.9) id EAA09501; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 04:06:13 +1000 Date: Tue, 21 Mar 1995 04:06:13 +1000 From: Chris Baird Message-Id: <199503201806.EAA09501@brushtail.hna.com.au> To: sonic@sard.mv.net In-reply-to: firmiss@cae.wisc.edu's message of 21 Mar 1995 01:29:01 +1000 Subject: Re: All Sorts of Stuff Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >> Dan Drazen's spelling of 'Lupee' > I've sometimes seen accents put 'after' the letter when trying to > type them in ASCII... e.g. [ Lupe' ] or [ Lupe` ] I forget > which one's a 'grave' accent. How's the name pronounced exactly? (The 2nd season has yet to be seen in Australia. I'll grovel for someone to send over a few episodes (for review purposes only I assure; I'll blank the tapes after 48 hours ;) on NTSC if only my ntsc-savvy VCR were working.. :( Further back in the archives.. >> Still, there were some good looking females in that series . . . > Better than the following? :^) > Sally > Bunnie > Lupe (sp?) > That other wolf? furrie almost roboticized at the beginning of No Brainer > Anybody notice any others? > RDB You're a bad influence on the innocent minds of sonic-l, Bauerle. :) -- RoboBaird || _____'()o` ____/ \__,/ __ Hasta La Vista, Robotnik. <____\_---\_\ (That's supposed to be a partially roboticised weasel with a cybernetic eye..) From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 20 18:09:18 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA05174 for sonic-ll; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:08:56 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA05169 for ; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:08:53 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA29302; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:16:57 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA24090; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:16:54 -0500 Message-Id: <9503202316.AA24090@edmund> Subject: Pronunciation (was: Re: All sorts of stuff) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:16:54 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: <199503201806.EAA09501@brushtail.hna.com.au> from "Chris Baird" at Mar 21, 95 04:06:13 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > >> Dan Drazen's spelling of 'Lupee' > > > I've sometimes seen accents put 'after' the letter when trying to > > type them in ASCII... e.g. [ Lupe' ] or [ Lupe` ] I forget > > which one's a 'grave' accent. > > How's the name pronounced exactly? (The 2nd season has yet to be > seen in Australia. I'll grovel for someone to send over a few > episodes (for review purposes only I assure; I'll blank the tapes > after 48 hours ;) on NTSC if only my ntsc-savvy VCR were working.. :( > > -- > RoboBaird || > _____'()o` > ____/ \__,/ __ Hasta La Vista, Robotnik. > <____\_---\_\ > > (That's supposed to be a partially roboticised weasel with a cybernetic eye..) > It was pronounced LOO-pay. I decided *not* to go with a phonetic rendering for reasons that are obvious to someone who uses the Queen's English. We now return you to your regularly scheduled rodent. ================================================================ || ___------__ || || |\__-- /\ _- || Daniel J. Drazen || | / __ _ || drazen@andrews.edu || //\ / \ /__ || || | o| 0|__ --_ || Custodian of one of the Sonic || \\____-- __ \ ___ - || the Hedgehog FAQ Files || (@@ __/ / /_ || || -_____--- --_ || ASCII Sonic by Han J. Lee ================================================================ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 20 18:15:42 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA05193 for sonic-ll; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:15:41 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA05188 for ; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:15:37 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA29485; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:23:40 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA24175; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:23:37 -0500 Message-Id: <9503202323.AA24175@edmund> Subject: Re: solution to continuity [wuz:Re: King Acorn] To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:23:36 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: <199503202206.RAA04951@sard.mv.net> from "Jeffrey Pegnato" at Mar 20, 95 05:14:28 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Jeff sez: > > Well, ignoring the 1500 year time lapse between the 2 > seasons, The King would have been in the Void 11 years. > (time of coup to present time) > Am I missing something here? Aside from an offhand date concerning the establishment of Ironlock Prison, I don't remember any dates being tossed around during the first season, and nothing in the second season aside from "Blast to the Past." If I missed something, please let me know. We FAQ Filers are supposed to deal with problems like this! We now return you to your regularly scheduled rodent. ================================================================ || ___------__ || || |\__-- /\ _- || Daniel J. Drazen || | / __ _ || drazen@andrews.edu || //\ / \ /__ || || | o| 0|__ --_ || Custodian of one of the Sonic || \\____-- __ \ ___ - || the Hedgehog FAQ Files || (@@ __/ / /_ || || -_____--- --_ || ASCII Sonic by Han J. Lee ================================================================ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 20 18:17:31 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA05204 for sonic-ll; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:17:30 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA05199 for ; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:17:24 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA29528; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:25:28 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA24202; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:25:25 -0500 Message-Id: <9503202325.AA24202@edmund> Subject: Bloodlines, Chapter 7 To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:25:25 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: BLOODLINES A Sonic the Hedgehog story by Daniel J. Drazen Chapter 7 It was difficult to say whether any day in Robotropolis was a "good day." It was difficult enough to tell if it was day at all. A pall of pollution perpetually hung over the city, produced by Robotnik's various factories and generators. To fight against this darkness, lights blazed continually across the city. The result was that the city knew neither day nor night in the accepted sense; instead, it existed in a sick, perpetual twilight. No, it wasn't easy to say whether any day was a good day in Robotropolis, but for one of its two human inhabitants, it was shaping up to be a very bad day indeed. It had started out well enough for Snively, nephew of Dr. Robotnik and now his longsuffering lackey. The day before had been the day to test a new development: a "whisper technology" filter that could be retrofitted to Robotnik's hover units. With the filters in place, the hover units would be almost completely silent. With this advantage, it was thought that Robotnik could get the drop on the Knothole freedom fighters once and for all. Even Robotnik's arch-nemesis, Sonic the Hedgehog, would be caught completely off guard. That was Snively's hope, and it appeared that that hope would be realized. The onboard camera recorded the hover unit's approach to the Great Forest where, somewhere, the freedom fighters had their hiding place. Luckily, there was a fog that morning, so Snively let the hover unit come in on instruments. And in another stroke of good fortune, a recent reconaissance photo showed something like a lookout post in the area. And most fortunate of all, that morning one of the Knothole freedom fighters--the files showed that her name was Bunnie--was filmed on infrared climbing onto the platform, completely unaware of the hover unit. This was too much of a temptation to pass up. Snively ordered that the hover unit with its compliment of eight SWATbots should pull up to the platform, take Bunnie prisoner and return to base. This would be a crowning moment: a successful test of the hover technology would be sweet enough, but the capture of one of the Knothole renegades would be even sweeter. Snively watched with mounting glee as he switched to the outboard camera, recording the first SWATbot's moves to apprehend Bunnie. And then something went very, very wrong. The next thing Snively knew, all eight SWATbots had left the ship but none had returned. He set all cameras to record what was happening and watched the monitors as best he could. It was apparent that the weight of the SWATbots had collapsed a portion of the platform, but that only accounted for some of the eight bots going offline. Something had happened to the others, something that was so unplanned for and that happened so fast that it served to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. When Snively realized that all eight SWATbots were offline, he quickly scanned the forest floor. There was not enough room for the hover unit to maneuver and with the fog he wasn't able to see as much as he'd wanted to. He thought he recorded an image of Bunnie on the ground, either unconscious or dead, but the fog made positive identification hopeless. There was nothing left to do but to manually recall the empty hover unit and examine the film. Snively had just finished doing so and, still not quite believing what he had seen, was on his way to report the news to Dr. Robotnik. This was not, he said to himself, going to be a good day. At the threshold of Robotnik's briefing room he paused to make sure his clothes were in order. No point compounding ineptitude with shabbiness. He stepped inside. "I've read your preliminary report," Robotnik said in a low rumble of a voice, which came out as a kind of growl. "Why did you fail me?" "It wasn't quite a failure, Sir. The whisper technology on the hover unit worked beyond all expectations of...." "I don't care about the whisper technology on the hover unit; I want to know what happened to my SWATbots!!" "Y-yes, Sir. Beginning analysis of surveillance film, Sir." The image from the film filled a large screen at one end of the room. The image was a little grainy and monochrome, but it clearly showed Bunnie climbing the rope ladder, unaware of the hover unit not far from her. At the sight of her, Robotnik clenched the fist of his own roboticized left arm. He didn't like any of the freedom fighters, least of all the hedgehog, but the sight of Bunnie particularly vexed him. She represented unfinished business. He *hated* unfinished business. The film rolled on, the camera drawing closer and closer to the unsuspecting Bunnie. There was a jump in the film as the outboard camera clicked in. They could see the first SWATbot advancing towards Bunnie. There was a blur as someone or something dropped down behind the bot. The shadowy figure could then be seen holding a tree branch and swinging it at the bot. The SWATbot's head came away from its body cleanly. Then a second SWATbot stepped into the camera, obscuring the sight of the figure. But not for long; the figure was soon visible again, through a hole punched into the bot's midsection. The bot then crumbled. Other bots filled the camera's field of vision, though most of them dropped out of the picture as the platform section they were standing on gave way beneath their collective weight. The shadowy figure, on the other hand, appeared to be dangling from a rope around its waist. It seemed to make a grab at someone, Bunnie probably, but could not hold on. The image was lighted by a SWATbot blast, and the figure swung out of camera range. The camera followed her with an unsteady movement. By the time it settled on her, there were two SWATbots standing in front of her and two more in pieces at her feet. Maybe three seconds had passed. Robotnik studied the view screen, his brow furrowing above his dark eyes. Suddenly he sat upright. The figure on the screen had shed her cape, but had left her veil and headdress in place. "Snively! Freeze that image!!" Rushing to the controls, Snively halted the action on screen. The figure was a blur, but some things could be made out: it wore a belt from which hung a number of objects, only a few of them recognizable to Robotnik. She also wore boots, which were little better than yards of rags wrapped around her feet. And then there was that right arm. Even on the surveillance film it was clear to tell that it was a robot arm. "Snively! Enhance the view of that arm!" "Right away, Sir." He adjusted the controls and the image was blown up to twice its size. "Larger, Snively!" "But Sir, we're starting to lose resolution as it is." Robotnik studied the image for a few silent seconds. "Never mind, then," he said with a casual air that stunned Snively. "Continue showing the film." "Y-yes Sir." Bewildered, Snively complied. It only took another five seconds for the figure to disable the last two bots: the first bot had one of its legs torn off, and the other crumpled after a maneuver that caused both Robotnik and Snively to wince in pain. Then she was gone. The last minute of the film was only surveillance of a foggy, and apparently empty, forest. Snively hated to see the film end, for he knew that the wrath of Robotnik was sure to follow. "Snively," Robotnik said calmly, "continue surveillance on that part of the Great Forest and inform me if anyone comes to rebuild that platform. You may go." Stunned, Snively was not about to question his good fortune. "Very good, Sir," he said snappily, and left. Amazed at having survived the briefing in one piece, Snively thought that maybe this was going to be a good day after all! Inside the conference room, Robotnik spent the next half- hour playing and replaying the film. At the end of that time he was certain of what he had seen. "So," he mused, "it would appear that the little princess is back, and in one piece." He began to consider how best to deal with this unfinished business. He *hated* unfinished business! to be continued From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 20 18:31:12 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA05229 for sonic-ll; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:31:07 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA05224 for ; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:31:02 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA29834; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:39:07 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA24592; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:39:04 -0500 Message-Id: <9503202339.AA24592@edmund> Subject: Bloodlines, Chapter 8 To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 18:39:03 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: BLOODLINES A Sonic the Hedgehog story by Daniel J. Drazen Chapter 8 He wasn't sure how he had gotten there, but Sonic found himself heading toward Robotropolis at full speed. Above him, the sky had grown darker than it had ever been, with the clouds swirling around in no particular direction, like water boiling in a pot. Jamming past the buildings, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that they seemed older than he'd remembered, and on the verge of falling apart. "Ol' Buttnik's really letting the place go to seed! Well, after today it'll be all over." Sonic turned a corner and screeched to a halt. There was Robotnik, standing alone in the middle of the street. Not a bot anywhere in sight. "This is it, Robuttnik! It's game over for you!" But Robotnik didn't seem very concerned about Sonic. Nor did he seem to notice the wind whipping down the streets, or the mad tempest in the sky. And when he spoke, his voice was distant and cold as a stone: "You don't understand, hedgehog. You can't win. Nobody wins. We all lose." In that instant, a change came over Robotnik. Starting with his feet, it was as if every molecule in his body suddenly came unglued. He began to disintegrate, fragmenting into thousands of particles that were caught by the wind and scattered. The last to go was Robotnik's face, with a look of hopelessness that Sonic had never seen before. But then Sonic had something new to think about. For as he looked about him, every building in Robotropolis began to fly apart in a similar manner. Even the ground beneath his sneakers dissolved into a black, seemingly-endless nothing. In a cold panic, Sonic turned and raced back to Knothole, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and the approaching nothingness behind him. He reached Knothole, but he was too late. The sky above him was the same swirling madness. In the wind and gloom he could see Sally silently sinking into the ground beneath her. He had to do something. He raced over to her, grabbed for her hand, and felt it melt away in his own as if it were ice. Then he watched as the last of Sally, her eyes silently pleading for help, slipped into dust. Then the last trace of Mobius disappeared. Sonic was surrounded by a formless darkness. He felt himself falling--not falling down or in any particular direction, just falling. And he knew he would fall forever and ever. "NO!" With a start, Sonic awoke from his dream. He was shaken, sweating and exhausted. This wasn't your usual one-chilidog-too- many nightmare! Then he heard it, the sound coming from a nearby hut, one with lights inside. A voice...Sally's voice...trying to scream out the word "No" over and over, repeatedly hindered by her own sobs. Sonic saw his Uncle Chuck standing at the window, looking out. He got out of bed and walked over to him. Sonic bowed his head and felt his eyes filling with tears, as he also felt Uncle Chuck's hand resting on his shoulder. "It's over, Sonie," was all he could say. "It's over." In a better and more peaceful time, the death of the Queen of Mobius would have been a solemn state occasion. The sparkling white buildings of the city would have been dotted with black banners. A large canopy would have been erected in the palace gardens. Beneath it would have rested the handcarved wooden casket of the Queen, covered by an elegant white pall embroidered with the name of the deceased and the symbol of her family's house--in the case of Queen Alicia, the House of Twin Trees. There it would remain for a day and a night as mourners from every corner of Mobius and from every walk of life would file by to pay their last respects. Then the casket would be carried by mourning family members into the Great Hall of the palace. There, a massed choir would sing the "Return," the traditional Mobian requiem, in the seven-part harmony reserved for the occasion. Finally, the pall would slowly be raised to the ceiling of the Great Hall, where it would hang as a banner from that day forward, while the body of the Queen would have been laid to rest in the royal burial chamber beneath the palace. But there was no more palace, no more city, no world as it once had been. Still, the Queen was dead. As dawn broke over Knothole, it was clear that nobody was asleep. Everyone knew what had happened during the night and they were now outdoors in the cold of the early sunshine, waiting. Inside Sally's hut, she and her sister had spent the evening preparing their mother's body for burial. Mobian custom dictated that only the family perform this rite, so as to put no barrier between them and their grief. Even if it meant breaking down in tears every few minutes, tradition compelled them to perform the task. Once the body had been washed, it was wrapped tight in the bedsheet. Sally held her mother's cold face in her hands and kissed it one last time before it was covered. Shorter strips of linen were used to tie the sheet together at the ankles, knees, waist, below the shoulders, and across the forehead. Sally and Sandy each had in their possession a bakhat, a long black band of cloth wound many times about the waist in such a way that the ends could be tossed over either shoulder. For ten days after the burial of a family member, mourners were to wear the bakhat at all times. With this article tied in place, the two sisters took hold of the body and placed it on the litter that had been used to bring the Queen into the hut. Someone had left a quilted comforter on the porch, and this was draped over the body; this was the most fitting pall they could find. Then the two sister began to bear the body to its final resting place. Outside, they passed the Knothole freedom fighters, gathered silently in two rows to watch the body pass by. As the sisters walked past, the mourners formed a line behind the body, moving in solemn procession. Rotor stood with cap in hand and with his head bowed. Sonic saw Tails standing next to him and looking up at the hedgehog with pleading eyes. Sonic guessed at Tails' unasked question and gently said: "Hey, it's cool to cry." And as Tails did so, Sonic did something he hadn't done since Tails was a cub: he picked up the heartbroken fox and cradled him in his arms. As Sally and Sandy neared the grave site, there was a rustling of the bushes nearby. They parted, and into the clearing stepped Lupe' and the other members of the Wolf Pack freedom fighters. As they did so, they each dropped to one knee as the body passed by. Bunnie smiled, glad that her message to Lupe' had reached her in time and that the Wolf Pack had been able to come. At the grave, the ceremony continued in silence. Sally and Sandy each unwould the bakhat from around their waist and slid it under the body. With these they lowered the body of Queen Alicia into the ground, thus recalling the ritual item's origin. There was nothing more for Sally and Sandy to do. Custom dictated that theirs was not the task of filling in the grave. That was left to the others who, one handful of dirt at a time, solemnly buried their Queen. As they did, many of them came over to Sally and embraced her. The Wolf Pack let out a mourning howl. And Antoine, wearing his finest dress uniform, stood saluting at the graveside, his body at rigid attention except that his shoulders heaved with sobs and his face was contorted with grief. He was torn between duty and emotion, and Sonic later said it made him look ridiculous. "Ah know," Bunnie said, "and that's what made it so sweet." Few noticed it at the time, but there was a calmness about Sandy, a serenity that was not at all reassuring. Bunnie was taking a big chance, but she quietly rapped on the door of Sally's hut. Nothing had been seen of Sally or Sandy since the burial earlier that morning, for custom dictated that the family go into seclusion for a day and a night. Still, Bunnie felt she had to talk to someone, and could think of no one better than her best friend. When there was no answer, she slowly opened the door. Sally lay in her bed, still wearing her vest and boots in addition to the black bakhat. That Sally would have gone to bed with her clothes on was unusual enough. She was half-curled in a fetal position, and her face was still streaked from tears recently shed. She breathed in the steady rhythms of sleep. Nicole sat on the nightstand next to her, open and with one light blinking. There was no point in waking her up, Bunnie thought. The physical and emotional exhaustion of the last few days had finally caught up with her. Bunnie gingerly started to pick up Nicole to shut the case. "DO YOU WISH TO CONTINUE?" "Shhh!" Bunnie whispered. Nicole repeated the question at half-volume. "What was she doin'?" "SALLY HAD REQUESTED A PLAYBACK OF ORAL HISTORY FROM THE ROYAL ARCHIVES: QUEEN ALICIA'S DESCRIPTION OF HER CHILDHOOD IN THE SOUTHERN PROVINCES. DO YOU WISH TO CONTINUE?" "That's OK, Nicole. Just...uh...just mark the spot and she'll get back to it." Bunnie shut the lid and was about to set Nicole down on the table when she noticed a piece of paper stuck to the back of the door. It was written in an alphabet that was foreign to her. It was then that it occured to her to look around the hut again. Sandy was nowhere to be seen. Taking the paper down from where it had been tacked up, she quietly left the hut and the still-sleeping Sally. Bunnie wondered what to do with the letter. She couldn't show it to Uncle Chuck because Dulcy had taken him back to Robotropolis a short time ago. He said he'd wanted to get back and search Robotnik's computers to see if there was any more information they could yield on deroboticizing technology. Sonic hadn't wanted to see his uncle go back to living in Robotnik's shadow, but Uncle Chuck was firm: "Sonic, we're not just fighting against Robotnik anymore: we're fighting against time." A shadow passed over Bunnie and she looked up. It was Dulcy, getting ready to land. That meant anything could happen. Then Bunnie noticed that Sonic was seated on a nearby tree stump, his chin resting on his hands. He appeared to be in Dulcy's landing path, but was too depressed to notice. Before Bunnie could say anything, Dulcy hit the ground and skidded to a halt just inches away from Sonic's sneakers. The hedgehog didn't move. "Hey, Dulc," he said listlessly. "Hey, Sonic. I got Uncle Chuck back OK." "Yeah, swell." "Hey, Sonic," Bunnie called out now that it was safe to walk toward him, "you seen Sandy anywhere?" "Isn't she with Sal?" "Nuh-uh. Sal's all by herself. But Ah DID find this," she said as she produced the handwritten note. Sonic studied it for a second. "I give; what's it say?" "How the hoo-ha should Ah know?" "Hey, maybe Nicole can read this." "Oh mah stars, Ah completely forgot! Ah've still got her." She gave the handheld computer to Sonic, with whom Nicole was on "speaking terms." "Yo, Nicole! Front and center!" "SONIC...WHAT UP?" "Can you read this?" He held the note up close to Nicole. "SCANNING NOW." A second later, a torrent of consonants was coming out of Nicole's speaker. "Yikes! Nicole, you flip a chip or what!?" "SORRY...MY MAIN HEDGEHOG...YOU SAID TO READ THE LETTER, AND IT'S WRITTEN IN THE LANGUAGE OF THE NOMADS." "Well, then just give me a translation; something *I* can relate to." "YOU GOT IT." There was a pause of several seconds. "'YO, SAL. IT'S PAYBACK TIME. I'M TAKING ROBOTNIK DOWN, AND SINCE I'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE, I'M GOING DOWN WITH HIM. I'M OUT OF HERE...FOREVER.'" to be continued From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 20 19:20:58 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA05419 for sonic-ll; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 19:20:46 -0500 Received: from holodeck.cc.vt.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA05414 for ; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 19:20:43 -0500 Message-Id: <199503210020.TAA05414@sard.mv.net> Received: from jpegnato.async.vt.edu by holodeck.cc.vt.edu with SMTP (8.6.10/16.2) id TAA04880; Mon, 20 Mar 1995 19:28:49 -0500 X-Sender: jpegnato@mail.vt.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 19:29:16 +0500 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: jpegnato@vt.edu (Jeffrey Pegnato) Subject: Re: solution to continuity [wuz:Re: King Acorn] X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >Am I missing something here? >Aside from an offhand date concerning the establishment of Ironlock >Prison, I don't remember any dates being tossed around during the first >season, and nothing in the second season aside from "Blast to the Past." >If I missed something, please let me know. We FAQ Filers are supposed >to deal with problems like this! That's what i wuz refering to...Nicole:"Ironlocke prison, built in 1543, abandoned 100 years ago" Of course, if the King was really in the void for the whole 11 years, how could he have been in the prison in the first place? As I said, you've got to make a separation between all the different stories...including 1st and 2nd seasons! ***I belive T.V. is very educational...whenever someone turns on the T.V., I go into the next room and read a good book.*** jpegnato@vt.edu Jeffrey Pegnato From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 21 01:11:01 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA06257 for sonic-ll; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 01:10:32 -0500 Received: from mail06.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA06252 for ; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 01:10:30 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail06.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA154236691; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 01:18:12 -0500 Date: Tue, 21 Mar 1995 01:18:12 -0500 Message-Id: <950321011810_55972971@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: King Acorn Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: According to the timeline, Naugus went in first, I don't know when. Then Robotnik threw the King in in 3224, just before the war began. Then, in the present (3235), Ari (sp?) was knocked in. In the same year, Sally and Bunny were brought in. Sonic jumped in to save them, but ran out with everybody. Only Naugus and the King were in for too long, for some reason they would turn into crystal if they were outside the void for too long. So now they're both back inside and everybody else is okay. -B.B. "If they still don't get it, explain it to them in terms of pain." -Paul Toth From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 21 01:29:42 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA06271 for sonic-ll; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 01:27:55 -0500 Received: from mail02.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA06266 for ; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 01:27:53 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail02.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA027087736; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 01:35:36 -0500 Date: Tue, 21 Mar 1995 01:35:36 -0500 Message-Id: <950321013309_55983053@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: solution to continuity [w... Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >"Ironlocke prison, built in 1543, abandoned 100 years ago" >Well, ignoring the 1500 year time lapse between the >2 seasons...[NOP!] Wait up. Just beause it was built a long time ago doesn't mean 1500 years passed between the seasons. It just means it's REALLY old. If I, in 1995, ask somebody about the Model T, they would say it was invented in 1908. That doesn't mean 87 years passed between the time I asked them and right now as I'm typing this. Because it was abandoned 100 years ago is no different. The car expert would say the Model T stopped being produced in 1928, i.e. it was "abandoned" 75 years ago. It had an effective "life span" of 20 years. Ironlock had a life span of 1581 years. (Assuming the episode took place in 3224.) That's a long time, yes, but says nothing about the time between the two seasons. -B.B. "Portable molecular decomposer. I want one." -Cid Gomez, Tek War: The Series From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 21 01:34:53 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA06286 for sonic-ll; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 01:34:48 -0500 Received: from mail04.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA06281 for ; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 01:34:47 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail04.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA182608149; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 01:42:29 -0500 Date: Tue, 21 Mar 1995 01:42:29 -0500 Message-Id: <950321014155_55988228@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: solution to continuity [w... Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >(Assuming the episode took place in 3224.) Whoops. I meant 3235. -B.B. "Portable molecular decomposer. I want one." -Cid Gomez, Tek War: The Series From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 21 10:18:01 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA07136 for sonic-ll; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 10:17:56 -0500 Received: from holodeck.cc.vt.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id KAA07131 for ; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 10:17:54 -0500 Message-Id: <199503211517.KAA07131@sard.mv.net> Received: from jpegnato.async.vt.edu by holodeck.cc.vt.edu with SMTP (8.6.10/16.2) id KAA23045; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 10:26:08 -0500 X-Sender: jpegnato@mail.vt.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Tue, 21 Mar 1995 10:26:39 +0500 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: jpegnato@vt.edu (Jeffrey Pegnato) Subject: Re: solution to continuity [w... X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >>"Ironlocke prison, built in 1543, abandoned 100 years ago" > >>Well, ignoring the 1500 year time lapse between the >>2 seasons...[NOP!] > > Wait up. Just beause it was built a long time ago doesn't mean 1500 years >passed between the seasons. It just means it's REALLY old. If I, in 1995, >ask somebody about the Model T, they would say it was invented in 1908. That >doesn't mean 87 years passed between the time I asked them and right now as >I'm typing this. So you're saying the prison wuz in use for over 1500 years? Even the best built stone/wood buildings would'nt even come close to that record... and since this is a prision, it would have to be in tip-top shape (to prevent escape of prisoners)...logically, there must be a large time-gap of some magnitude... On the other hand, maybe it WUZ in use for 1500+ years... That doesn't make much sense to me, but believe what you want. ***I belive T.V. is very educational...whenever someone turns on the T.V., I go into the next room and read a good book.*** jpegnato@vt.edu Jeffrey Pegnato From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 21 19:30:13 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA10684 for sonic-ll; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 19:30:04 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA10679 for ; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 19:30:02 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id TAA21147; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 19:32:32 -0500 Date: Tue, 21 Mar 1995 19:32:31 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: Post Sonic Subject: Sally Mini-Series #2 Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I received Issue #2 of the Princess Sally mini-series in the mail on 21 March, but they didn't send #1 with it. I also got #22 at the same time (which I already had), and I hope I won't have to wait a whole month from now to get #23. (As you might have guessed, I took out subscriptions so I won't have to make a monthly 5-store circuit to find the comics.) The remainder of this message has information about what's in Sally #2. If you have not read it and would prefer to read it first, don't read any more of this message. Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) Team OS/2 The story opens with a fight between St. John and Hamlin, and Sally gives Hamlin a scolding. To reach the third, undestroyed substation, the Freedom Fighters use a new(?!) technology: hang gliders. Arlo's glider is hit by the defences and he is wounded in action; Penelope volunteers to stay with him. Once inside, Sally and St. John are attacked by an octopod, and everyone barely manages to escape the explosions. Upon leaving, they find that Arlo and Penelope are gone. Sally says they will return to camp without them (which Hamlin is opposed to), and they never show up again. Did you ever have your doubts about St. John after reading #1? If so, your instincts were right. That night, St. John replaces Sally with a lookalike robot and delivers the real Sally to Robotnik. Unresolved issues: * What did happen to Arlo and Penelope? * Why did St. John sell out? What compensation is he expecting? * What will become of Sally? Reader letters ============== Actually, *letter*, as only one was published. Q1: Is Sally going to marry Sonic? A1: "Could be" Q2: Has Sally met Knuckles? A2: (Not yet???) She will in a forthcoming S&K 48-page special Q3a: Does Sally have a mother? Q3b: If so, what does she look like? A3: "Of course I do. Her origin may yet be told." -- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ------------------------------- | A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! | | "Freedom Fighters are #1 !" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | ---acme@use.usit.net + eschulman@delphi.com--------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 21 21:08:34 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA11020 for sonic-ll; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 21:08:31 -0500 Received: from rachael.franken.de by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA11011 for ; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 21:08:06 -0500 Received: from by rachael.franken.de with cbsmtp (Smail3.1.28.1 #13) id m0rrFXU-000oNuC; Wed, 22 Mar 95 02:48 MET Received: from deco.franken.de by hub-n.franken.de with uucp (Smail3.1.28.1 #12) id m0rrEfI-000boFC; Wed, 22 Mar 95 01:52 MET Received: by deco.franken.de (CrossPoint v3.02); 22 Mar 1995 01:53:58 +0100 Date: 21 Mar 1995 16:18:00 +0100 From: sanasi@deco.franken.de (Alessandro Sanasi) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Message-ID: <5iJ679VPzxB@deco.franken.de> Subject: alt.fan.sonic-hedgehog X-Mailer: XP v3.02 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Hi. I know that I asked for something similar before, but your replies didn't help me much: Could someone please tell me a _newsserver_ that can be reached via _SMTP_ and that carries the _alt.fan.sonic-hedgehog_ newsgroup? I have no use for TELNET server or something like that because I want to have the group on my local server and my system administrator said he couldn't connect to any of the servers people told me about so far. Any help _highly_ appreciated. Best wishes Alessandro --- You get what anyone gets. You get a lifetime. ## CrossPoint v3.02 ## From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 21 21:55:44 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA11123 for sonic-ll; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 21:55:43 -0500 Received: from mail02.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA11118 for ; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 21:55:41 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail02.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA114271415; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 22:03:35 -0500 Date: Tue, 21 Mar 1995 22:03:35 -0500 Message-Id: <950321220335_56938514@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: solution to continuity [w... Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >So you're saying the prison wuz in use for over 1500 years? Why not? All they'd have to do is keep it up to date. Make any necessary improvements when it got too old. -B.B. "If they still don't get it, explain it to them in terms of pain." -Paul Toth From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 22 00:17:04 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA11490 for sonic-ll; Wed, 22 Mar 1995 00:16:53 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA11485 for ; Wed, 22 Mar 1995 00:16:49 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id XAA09970 for ; Tue, 21 Mar 1995 23:25:14 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Tue, 21 Mar 95 23:19 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 0WFD600B Tue, 21 Mar 95 23:04:57 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503212304.0WFD600@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Tue, 21 Mar 95 23:04:57 Subject: Re: king acorn To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I don't know if this was answer because i'm just now getting to my mail BUT. The reason ari didn't start to turn into crystal is that he was not in there very long. If you remember blast to the past part 2, the king was sent into the void right after the take over. That would mean that he was in the void for over 10 years and naugus was in there longer then that while ari may have been in there for only a few months. It may take 10 years or 5 years before you can no longer survive outside the void. Something to think about. Craig / Tails / Todd (On furtoonia) From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 23 05:00:15 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id EAA16231 for sonic-ll; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 04:59:56 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id EAA16222 for ; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 04:59:54 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id EAA09900 for ; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 04:05:43 -0600 Received: from slip-16-9.ots.utexas.edu (slip-16-9.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.111.41]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id EAA25313 for ; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 04:04:58 -0600 Message-Id: <199503231004.EAA25313@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Thu, 23 Mar 1995 04:06:09 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: "Evolution of a Predator" (2/2) X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: A predator must be swift and agile... About three minutes later, David compiled all the information he could find regarding faster-than-light travel. According to the library data, the theoretical and practical principles had been under extensive study for a period of twenty years. During the Great War, the world's prime physicists performed extensive research on the prospect of FTL propulsion. The work was funded by many of the governments on Mobius, in the hopes that some people would survive by leaving the planet for a new home if Mobius was destroyed. The day never came, but the research continued on for two years after the war had ceased. After that time, the research had been terminated. No specification of the reason, but David knew the answer. The basic aspects of a FTL apparatus (informally dubbed "warp drive") had many advantages to it. It allowed a ship to travel faster than c; while preventing the total, simultaneous consumption of the two selected power reactants: matter and antimatter. The premise involved controlled alternations in phase between "realspace" and "warpspace" for no longer than a very short span in time, insuring that the ship would never be at c. If the ship did come to the speed of light under a warp field, the ship would create a space/time distortion, appearing in all points in the universe. Countless systems were involved to insure that the ship would operate without endangering itself and its crew. An integrated computer controlled many of the ship's functions, either autonomously or with crew assistance on the critical systems. Navigational deflectors protected the ship from lethal interstellar particle drag, both in sublight and warp space. Low-level shielding safeguarded the crew and delicate hardware from the radiation in space. These and many other aspects made the ship like a living organism. There were severe flaws in the technology that David wished to emulate. For one, warp engine engagement inside a significant gravity field was detrimental to both the ship and the object. If a ship did so in the gravity environment of a planet, the planet and ship would be destroyed. Another problem involved the sheer volume of the drive mechanism itself. Unless David dramatically grew to a gargantuan size, utilization of such a propulsive device would be impossible for him to personally implement. In short, he needed another method based on the interstellar warp drive, something that would produce a similar result but would be safe and of the right volume. Then the gravity of the situation dawned on him. Literally. David started the physics program in the computer, then entered complex equations as he double- and triple-checked them in his cognitive center, contemplating the use of the gravity field generated by a planet to provide both the warp reactants and permit secure FTL travel without creating unnecessary danger to himself and Mobius. Five seconds later, the proposed warp drive plus the necessary protection hardware and power feeds came together on the video display. He revised and recalculated the basic design for another fifteen seconds, allowing for the interaction of his body motion and its effect on the warp field. The end result: a dynamic geometry graviton warp drive. Satisfied with the product, David downloaded the required information via his optical sensors to his growth protocol circuitry. He and his relative both viewed the visible alterations that David made on his body. The task began first inside his tails. They deflated in volume about 20%, regaining their original size, as the millions of interconnected computers in his compuorganic brain calculated and recalculated the final required mass/volume ratio for the warp nacelles and his organic muscles. Two blue slits formed on each tail, running parallel to the tail's axis, for about 75% of each tail's length. The tails retained their flexibility, while acting as rotors and warp nacelles, effectively designating (by design) the tails as rotor/nacelles. After the external modifications, David grew the internal warp drive and power feeds to the rest of his body, plus an antigraviton generator (for the warp drive reaction chamber and navigational deflector). Beside the tail bases, David added two vent slits for his impulse drive. This would allow him to maintain the ability to utilize realspace velocities up to c, should the situation permit or require him to do so. He then followed up with the internal construction of six micrograviton generators (non-warp propulsive), to provide power, realspace travel, and graviton generation for uses other than propulsion (in the event that another of his upgrades would require it). In his chest area, David reallocated space to his organic and sensor components to allow space for the navigational deflector. It lay under his skin, unexposed compared to the external evidence of the impulse vents and warp nacelle slits. Microvents formed around the navigational deflector emitter, permitting unhindered access for gravitons to the G/AG warp reaction chamber. "Uh, David," Tails inquired, "you're not going out like that, are you?" He indicated the exposed areas on his tails and posterior. "No, I'm not about to," he replied to his vulpine familiar. "This is merely for the time when the warp or impulse drives will be in use. They will be concealed when they are not." As if to prove the point, flaps of protective metal shell covered with organic overlay veiled the evidence. "Now for the evaluation phase. I believe that the Great Plains will be sufficient for the experiment." After surveying the Great Plains near the Great Forest, David found a treeless area which would allow him to engage his warp drive without the risk of destroying foliage. Motioning to Tails to maintain a discreet distance, he began the warp engagement procedure. Setting his tails parallel to the ground and bracing himself for the dramatic change in velocity, he felt the differential graviton field increase in strength... And displace him from the ground. 'Very well, then,' he thought to himself, 'I will have to engage the warp drive while in flight.' He calculated what the final radius of the warp field would be so that he could format a baseline for minimum height above ground. The projected result was two meters, so for safety purposes, he preset the minimum height for 2.5 m and engaged the NOE (Nap of the Earth) dynamic subroutine. While he was correcting his required delta-h from the ground, he monitored the audio level generated from his nacelles. 'They are at 90% of maximum power for warp one insertion, so the maximum level should be thirty decibels,' he considered. Excellent, since that indicated that the noise reduction programs responsible for reshaping the graviton warp field were performing perfectly. With a five decibel increase from the transition from realspace into warp, that meant the total emitted detectable audio would be 35 dB. One flash of blue light from the nacelles, and he was somewhere else. He circled Mobius 15,000 times in less than a second, and then returned to his position of origin. "Tails," he called to his brother, "how audible was that?" "I couldn't really hear it," he answered. "It was almost like you didn't use it. I could barely hear the blast right before you took off." He had confirmed David's analysis of the noise reduction software. "Fantastic. Now for the other experiments. On to weapons control." * * * ...must be able to strike hard... On a granite rock, located on the cliff surrounding much of Knothole, were a set of twenty peaceful tin cans. With target markers painted on them. A beam of intensely focused energy flashed to each can, striking in the center of each target marker. The violated metal vaporized and sheared, each can was forced to the ground by the persuasion of the energy beam. "All right, David!" Tails exclaimed after the carnage had taken its course on the entire target set. "You hit them perfectly. It works!" Looking toward David quizzically, he inquired, "What exactly is it?" "This," David returned, indicating the finger responsible for the outburst of radiation, "is a phaser emitter. And what you saw impact those tin cans was phaser energy." "Isn't that like a laser?" his brother wondered. "Somewhat similar," the other responded, "but much more powerful than a laser. Barring the complex technical terms, what makes a phaser different from a laser, is that a phaser undergoes a phase transition before it is emitted from a source; unlike a laser, which is merely generated and fired. The phase alteration creates a much more energetic energy beam than a laser of identical power." A noise came from Tails' abdomen. "Ooops, excuse me. I guess I'm kinda hungry." Looking at his watch, the time was 1230 hours. "I would tend to agree with you, Tails," David consented. "I could conceivably continue without further food intake until approximately 2200 hours; however, since my new organic and computer systems are still attempting to adapt to the new components and energy demands, I could stand to consume something significant." The vulpines flew off toward Knothole and nourishment, after bagging the now-mutilated cans and locating the recycling container for tin. * * * ...but most of all, must never underestimate the prey. David experimented with the graviton focusing software (for non-propulsive events), attempting to find a use for the reserve energy he had in the micrograviton generators. As he paced by the cliff by himself, a twenty-ton sandstone slab somehow separated from the rest of its bed. David saw the steadily increasing darkness surrounding him, looked up to view the rock which was accelerating from the gravity pull... And it was deflected away from him about two meters above, causing a momentary flash of Cerenkov radiation as the induced spatial distortion difference between the shield and the rock dissipated. Belatedly pondering the significance of utilizing a graviton repulsor-based shield, he added the permanent emitter components for dispersing the graviton field. Without it, he would have most certainly at least been severely injured, if not perpetually deactivated. Later, David thought of how to utilize the excess metal from the reconstruction in his skeletal frame. His thoughts traveled back to something he saw earlier in the day, something regarding a particular fish that used part of its endoskeleton to defend itself. He tried diffusing the excess metal into his skin and hair. Twenty seconds later, a perfected subroutine for armor had been written. David was prepared to defend himself as well as attack. * * * Back in their hut at 2300 hours, David and Tails found themselves depleted, but satisfied from the past day. Today had turned out to be a very productive one for David, and his brother and comrade was pleased to see that David had taken a turn for the better. Not too long ago, the black and gray vulpine was depressed, due to the system hardware/software failures that he had little or no control over. Now, he was in control of an innovative body that he designed, with the added security that he could continue to add new components to it. "Boy," Tails said, yawning, "it's really been a long day." "Yes, that it has," his significant other concurred. "Before I forget, I need to reinitialize my integrated system, to allow my DNA to have the required data to repair or replace the components should the requirement arise." "OK, David," his red companion responded, "I'll close my eyes for this, since I'm about ready to drop dead anyway," he said, chuckling. He climbed up into his bed, covered himself, and positioned himself away from David. David then exploded in a flash of light, permeating some of the darkness outside, and then returned to his default luminosity as the DNA restructured and configured itself. With a sudden wave of dizziness, he fell into his bed, knowing that there would be many more projects to attend to. As for now, they would have to be done...tomorrow. EOF ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA An Indoctrinated Sonic T. Hedgehog Story Author "But I guess some things are better left in the past." -Sally, quote from "The Temporal Syndrome" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 23 05:00:16 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id EAA16233 for sonic-ll; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 04:59:57 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id EAA16226 for ; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 04:59:55 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id EAA09901 for ; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 04:05:44 -0600 Received: from slip-16-9.ots.utexas.edu (slip-16-9.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.111.41]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id EAA25264 for ; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 04:03:31 -0600 Message-Id: <199503231003.EAA25264@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Thu, 23 Mar 1995 04:04:42 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: "Evolution of a Predator" (1/2) X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Sonic the Hedgehog "Evolution of a Predator" by Shawn Wolski The author will accept questions and comments via E-mail at the following address: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Sonic the Hedgehog and other associated characters are based on the creations of Service and Games (Sega), Archie Comic Publications, and the Sonic the Hedgehog cartoons (Saturday morning issue) created by DIC and Sega of America. Additional characters that appear are the original creations of their respective authors (characters indexed by author): David Pistone: Bookshire Draftwood Shawn Wolski: David Prower Some of the references in the story are somewhat "Star Trek" oriented to varying degrees, so in the event that Paramount has a copyright on subjects displayed here, the author refers the reader to "Star Trek: The Next Generation Technical Manual", written by Rick Sternbach and Michael Okuda. Technology is either a direct translation in some cases, or adaptations made by the author that are based on the technology from the book. This work is protected under various copyright laws. The author grants his permission for free distribution, under the premise that the work retains its original format. No other utilization of the following work, monetary or otherwise, is permitted. Copyrighted by Shawn Wolski, (c) 1995. Temporal Notice: The story takes place approximately 4.5 weeks after David's activation, about a week after Tails and David became brothers by Knothole Law. Refer to "My Brother's Keeper" for background details. Saturday morning at 0630 hours was one of dazzling beauty for the denizens of Knothole. The solar system's star exhibited an excellent act around this time of day, some say specifically for Mobius. The eastern sky exploded into a shower of colors along the sky, displaying all the primaries and further in the visible light spectrum. The shower of light continued its advance gradually toward the west, forcing the darkness from its stronghold back toward the other time zones in the west. Although most of the play in the stage of the sky was partially obscured by the branches and the leaves of the tree covering and surrounding Knothole, there were small panoramas in some areas that permitted the actors to be seen as the colors intermingled and separated in complex patterns. Views like this allowed the Freedom Fighters of Knothole to enjoy waking up at this time of day. All except one Freedom Fighter in particular. Normally, David wouldn't be in such a somber mood, in perfect contrast to the gaiety of the day. He had much to appreciate, for he had accomplished much over the past four weeks as a compuorganic vulpine. For starters, he had become comrades with the rest of the Knothole residents in general, his most important and recent acquirement being Tails. After a legal settling held by Princess Sally, plus overwhelming support from the rest of Knothole constituents, David and Tails were brothers by Knothole law. By mutual agreement between David and Tails, the two foxes decided to live together in Tails' hut. The vulpines received a bunk bed courtesy of Rotor, and recognizing David as a kindred inventor, the walrus permitted David the privilege of collecting whatever raw materials he needed from Rotor's junk equipment shed. The compuorganic fox replaced or installed many of the computers in Knothole by permission with ultramodern-designed units, including the computers in Sally's hut, the observatory, Reconstruction Hall (formerly the War Room), and of course, his and Tails' hut. Sally even allowed him to modify Nicole's circuitry, and she received a faster, more efficient computer in the process. Aside from the external accomplishments, David kept his nanites and circuits (electronic and organic) under intensive labor for improving and designing the complex proactive conjunction of systems that formed his physical and mental matrix. Over a short period of time, he complied a massive level of data for his behavior subroutines, allowing him to interact with the rest of the Freedom Fighters on a personal level. The positronic/organic clock speed and instruction execution level increased geometrically by every second. His organic/electronic visual circuitry gradually expanded their encroachment into the electromagnetic spectrum, progressing beyond IR and UV. These and other countless upgrades were a source of personal pride to David. Yet with all these achievements, the compuorganic vulpine was still troubled on what would otherwise be an delightful day for him. In his place as a symbiotic marriage between computer and organic systems, he had a unique look on life that made him a honored Knothole member. But he maintained the mannerisms of a perturbed black and gray fox on this day, for reasons that only he had awareness of. His mind reviewed the events of the past day: Yesterday morning, David was occupied in a conversation with Sonic, for the purpose of analyzing his terminology and behavior associated with his speech. He attempted to mimic the hedgehog's jovial attitude and language in order to find ways to integrate them into his own developing styles, then a cascade failure occurred in his universal translation language subunit processor that rapidly extended into the other integrated terminology system routines. No audible sound emitted from his mouth as he fell to the ground, convulsing as if he had an epileptic attack. He became unconscious before his impact with the ground. He awoke five minutes later in Rotor's workshop on a improvised cot, finding many of his friends standing around him, concerned for his welfare. He explained to them that it was a failure in one of his language subroutines that caused the disaster, and assured them that the situation was under stringent control. Reluctantly, they released him from the makeshift cybernetic/organic medical facility, thinking that this would be the final encumbrance that David would face. David was wrong in his assumption. For later in the day, when the sun had completed its decent into the west horizon, David was deep in the Great Forest for the purpose of essaying his extended optical sensor array. Without any warning, everything except his visible light spectrum detection grids deactivated simultaneously. Unable to detect any recognizable forms in the blackness, he engaged his electromagnetic navigation array. That system crashed one second after he activated it. He groped around in the darkness for about two hours before Dulcy managed to locate and retrieve him. More scrutiny by his distressed peers after his return to Knothole. As the rest of the day continued, David found many of his systems either partially or thoroughly disabling themselves in a random chain, and he had no means to limit or prevent the effects. By midnight, 40% of all his operational units were radically affected. David had no alternative except to reset all his critical and minor functions and programs to their default values, excluding his memory data core and emotional database, which appeared to be the most stable remaining systems. Now the functionally-deprived fox was afraid to even venture out into public, for the dread that even his default codes would fall victim to a possibly more dire cascade failures, possibly leading to fatality. He was at odds with the obligation of informing Knothole at large what precisely was creating the system-wide general protection faults in him. Then again, it was more than likely that what he felt was necessary to say to his associates would only serve to aggravate the anxiety/stress indicators higher than the level they were presently at. Everyone had their own notions as to what was gradually stripping David's modifications from his grasp, but he knew exactly what the answer to the conundrum was. In truth, David's systems were unable to dynamically respond to his lofty demands. His projected scope of improved designs were too much beyond his compuorganic's form to compose and alter for, since he was designed without consideration to what he would wish to install by default. The desire for excellence was never even anticipated, especially not from David. To extend his hopes for functionality far over his predesigned specifications would only be a lesson in futility. A familiar voice from the bed above his called to him. "Are you OK, David?" his brother asked, regarding his irritated facial expression. David was unable to retain the truth, knowing that it would have to be revealed eventually. "No, Tails, I am not," he replied to his relative, speaking with his default value terminology index and modified emotional subroutine, incapable of cloaking the frustration from his vocalization. "Nearly all of my systems are either reset to their initial values, or disengaged from service." "What caused this to happen?" the caring confidant continued. David lifted himself from his bed and began pacing across the floor, going to the ends of the bunk bed and repeating his determined cadence. "I committed many severe errors," he began with a voice close to cracking into uncontrollable weeping. "I expected my compuorganic system to be capable of creating and/or engaging in modifications to my components. I desired integrated devices and programs that were ultimately too far beyond what I was expected to possess. In the process, I instructed my nanites to construct those circuits and organic complexes until they nearly failed. Critical protection faults occurred, leading to random cascade failures. The end result: deprivation of nearly all the advantages I had." By the end of his monologue, he nearly was in tears. "Come on, David," Tails said with more reassurance than he felt, for he knew that his kin was in a severe predicament, and he didn't have the knowledge of how to confront the situation. "You'll come out of it, and probably be able to get those programs back." "No," David said determinedly, combating the stream of tears that threatened to overtake his eyes and failing. After re-resonating his voice to a slightly more composed state, he continued dictating. "The only alternatives I retain are to maintain the default values and do nothing to alter them.....or...." He stopped pacing, his face contorted with concentration, due to the intensive data compiling and resolution. Tails bided his time for the resulting unspoken alternative, knowing that David would eventually reveal the thought to him. "Or," he finally said, "completely redesign my system to allow for a broad spectrum of hardware and software modifications, reinitialize the codes, et cetera." A new expectancy arose from his decision, gradually becoming apparent on his face. His right arm partially extended, he pointed a finger toward nowhere in particular. His brother examined his face, saw the look of expectancy, and the particular method that he utilized to point one specific finger from his right paw off to an undefined point in space. From the little bits of information that Tails knew about his vulpine relative, he had enough experience with him to understand what significance the facial expression and positioning of the extremity indicated to Mobius at large. David had found the reprieving point in his trials, and the decision was final. He had every intention of surpassing what Rotor and Bookshire designed him to be, while maintaining the basic intent of being a Freedom Fighter commander. Nothing would force him to deviate from his intended course now. "Yet," David spoke again, this time with a thoughtful atmosphere, "there are a great number of undefined parameters to take into consideration. What can I utilize to define my new compuorganic system?" He noticed his personal computer, and walked to the touchpad keyboard. Not knowing what to expect next from the developing situation, Tails followed. After arriving at the required position to use the keyboard, David typed in the required security commands, answered the security coding vocally, and received access to the servers available in Knothole. "Computer," David commanded, directing his request to the small black tower case, "access the Knothole Library Server. Download available on-line book titles only." The computer complied with his request. Less than one second later, the book titles scrolled down the video display panel. David pressed the appropriate keys on the video display to examine the book titles. The confusion of fastly-scrolled titles made no sense to Tails, but he knew his brother would have no difficulty interpreting the blurred wave. David stopped when he found a book that piqued his interest. He pointed it out to his bewildered relative. The book was "Profiles of Mobian Predators". He lightly tapped the display where the title was visible, indicating it to the computer. "Download the indicated book for information, and display on wall unit." He and Tails then walked to the wall unit display, where they could both have an extended field of view. "Display speed, 1024 wps." The computer scrolled the book down the screen at the requested speed, and David read through its entirety in six seconds. "Now that I have an approximation of what functions I require," David finally stated, "I need to design the basis for my system frame." "Are you sure it's safe, David?" Tails inquired, beginning to seriously ponder the gravity of the task his vulpine familiar was about to undertake. "The procedure is safe, Tails," the black and gray fox responded. "Nothing will be overlooked or considered trivial. The methods are POTENTIALLY life-threatening, but safeguards have been implemented to make the risks highly improbable." As if to prove the point, David went back to his personal computer. Taking position in front of the keyboard, his paws became a fury of motion as he entered the required codes to manipulate the replicator, a modified roboticiser unit located in Rotor's workshop. After two minutes of entering complex mathematical codes and programming procedures, David removed a plastic object from a data access port in his computer. "This polylinear chip," he said with unconfined fascination, "is the key to my artificial evolution. Now I shall become the model Freedom Fighter, and have no difficulty upgrading my components and software." He inspected the chronometer in the wall display unit, saw that the time was 0641 hours. "However," he continued, "the passage to an improved form of life requires energy, and I am currently unprepared for such an endeavor." A low, but audible noise originated from his abdominal area, indicating mutual agreement between his digestive system and power indicators. * * * After the two foxes had consumed their fill of breakfast, they traveled to Rotor's workshop for David's improved initialization procedure. They checked to see if the hut was currently under use for another one of Bookshire's and Rotor's projects; it was not. Without further delay, they walked inside, spending five minutes assessing the preliminary diagnostics on the main computer and replicator. Satisfied with the results, David instructed the main computer to reform him, utilizing the parameters encoded on the polylinear chip. Thirty seconds later, the vulpine stepped into the replicator cylinder, and disintegrated into a shower of dissociated subatomic particles. The main computer began its most difficult assignment: restructuring David without causing a fatality in the process. Tails waited five minutes while the computer performed its programmed duties, then saw his brother reappear in the replicator container, particle by particle. He looked significantly different compared to the fox that had entered the replicator cylinder five minutes before. His tails seemed more muscular and powerful, capable of flight for longer distances, and looked as if they could easily behead a SWATBot and recycle a Hover Unit in no time at all. The remaining section of his endoskeletal frame was covered by a slimmer, but equally devastating compuorganic overlay. His cranial attachment seemed to have decreased in volume at least 5%, from the reallocation of raw materials to other areas in his body. The advanced David had been designed. Tails was astounded by the renewed black and gray fox that stood before him. "Is that you, David?" he demanded for identification. His fox brother quirked his mouth, forming a smile. "Of course, who else would I be?" the relative replied, not without a certain piqued resonance in his voice. "Well," Tails began, "it's nice to see that you haven't lost your sense of humor." He investigated the schematic diagrams on the computer. "What are these empty spaces for?" he inquired. "The voids in my body allow for growth of new components. Now I have the capability to construct and refine systems without concerning myself with the threat of multiple cascade failures." David's statement was correct, for the re-initialization did more than refine his more obvious external physical appearance. His cognitive subroutines, instruction/clock speed, integrated language routines, reaction timebases, nanites, and countless other functions had been accelerated and/or rejuvenated. The new baselines allowed for new components in the future, which would soon fill the cavities under his skin. Now that he had superseded his original design plans set by Bookshire and Rotor, David was prepared for nearly anything. The revitalized fox stepped out from the replicator cylinder. "Tails," he said to his brother, "I believe it is time to begin the next phase of my directed evolution. It is necessary for me to exceed conventional velocities, so propulsion is the concern now." He stepped over to the main computer, and entered all the appropriate security access codes for server connection allowance. "Computer," he commanded after he was granted access, "connect to the Knothole Library Server. Keyword: FTL propulsion." * * * ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA An Indoctrinated Sonic T. Hedgehog Story Author "But I guess some things are better left in the past." -Sally, quote from "The Temporal Syndrome" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 23 11:52:30 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA17206 for sonic-ll; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 11:52:27 -0500 Received: from seagoon.newcastle.edu.au by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA17201 for ; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 11:52:21 -0500 Received: from scorch.UUCP (uucp@localhost) by seagoon.newcastle.edu.au (8.6.11/8.6.11) with UUCP id DAA21244; Fri, 24 Mar 1995 03:01:03 +1000 Received: from brushtail.hna.com.au by scorch.hna.com.au with smtp tap_id root (Smail 3.1.28.1 #10) id m0rrmvB-000W3CC; Thu, 23 Mar 95 23:27 EST Received: (from cjb@localhost) by brushtail.hna.com.au (8.6.9/8.6.9) id XAA00234; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 23:27:43 +1000 Date: Thu, 23 Mar 1995 23:27:43 +1000 From: Chris Baird Message-Id: <199503231327.XAA00234@brushtail.hna.com.au> To: sonic@sard.mv.net In-reply-to: sanasi@deco.franken.de's message of 22 Mar 1995 18:42:34 +1000 Subject: alt.fan.sonic-hedgehog Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: [Bcc'd to the newsgroup..I hope] Alessandro Sanasi : > Could someone please tell me a _newsserver_ that can be reached > via _SMTP_ and that carries the _alt.fan.sonic-hedgehog_ > newsgroup? Me too. :) (And definately SMTP, not NNTP-- I'll need to have a feed tunneled in by mail, just like in the bad old pre-NNTP/Internet days..) Rat, can you get a $alz newsgate on Sard? Otherwise if I can arrange a news-tunnel for myself, I'll add a mailing list to the Majordomo on Brushtail for anyone to receive the newsgroup through email, with replies sent back into the 'group (simular to what used to exist for alt.tv.simpsons). -- Chris,, From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 23 11:55:21 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA17236 for sonic-ll; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 11:55:21 -0500 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA17230; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 11:55:20 -0500 Date: Thu, 23 Mar 1995 11:54:07 -0500 (EST) From: Ratman Subject: Re: alt.fan.sonic-hedgehog To: sonic@sard.mv.net In-Reply-To: <199503231327.XAA00234@brushtail.hna.com.au> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Thu, 23 Mar 1995, Chris Baird wrote: > Rat, can you get a $alz newsgate on Sard? Otherwise if I can arrange > a news-tunnel for myself, I'll add a mailing list to the Majordomo on > Brushtail for anyone to receive the newsgroup through email, with > replies sent back into the 'group (simular to what used to exist for > alt.tv.simpsons). I have never heard of that. Go ahead and do it on your machine. I don't get that newsgroup here anyway. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Work: paul@mv.mv.com | Play: rat@rat.mv.com WWW : http://www.mv.com/users/rat | FTP : ftp://ftp.mv.com/pub/users/rat AOL : PaulHurley | CIS : 75014,77 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 23 12:48:17 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA17473 for sonic-ll; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 12:48:11 -0500 Received: from seagoon.newcastle.edu.au by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA17462 for ; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 12:48:07 -0500 Received: from scorch.UUCP (uucp@localhost) by seagoon.newcastle.edu.au (8.6.11/8.6.11) with UUCP id DAA22573 for sard.mv.net!sonic; Fri, 24 Mar 1995 03:56:23 +1000 Received: from brushtail.hna.com.au by scorch.hna.com.au with smtp tap_id root (Smail 3.1.28.1 #10) id m0rrr8a-000VuVC; Fri, 24 Mar 95 03:57 EST Received: (from cjb@localhost) by brushtail.hna.com.au (8.6.9/8.6.9) id DAA04792; Fri, 24 Mar 1995 03:57:55 +1000 Date: Fri, 24 Mar 1995 03:57:55 +1000 From: Chris Baird Message-Id: <199503231757.DAA04792@brushtail.hna.com.au> To: sonic@sard.mv.net In-reply-to: rat@sard.mv.net's message of 24 Mar 1995 03:21:10 +1000 Subject: Re: alt.fan.sonic-hedgehog Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >> Rat, can you get a $alz newsgate on Sard? > I have never heard of that. It's the mail2news & news2mail package that Rich Salz (of INN fame) is maintaining. You can get a copy of it by emailing him at rsalz@uunet.uu.net-- you're not allowed to distribute what he sends you though (because it's still in beta). -- C,, From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 23 21:49:09 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA19636 for sonic-ll; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 21:48:53 -0500 Received: from acmex.gatech.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA19631 for ; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 21:48:51 -0500 From: gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu Received: (from gt6005a@localhost) by acmex.gatech.edu (8.6.11/8.6.11) id VAA08812 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 21:57:39 -0500 Message-Id: <199503240257.VAA08812@acmex.gatech.edu> Subject: Tolouse's Story, Part 0. To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Thu, 23 Mar 1995 21:57:39 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] Content-Type: text Content-Length: 2492 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Tolouse's Story A Sonic the Hedgehog story by Kris Kelley This story is protected by copyright laws. Feel free to distribute this story, but the author does not allow any unauthorized alteration of the story or distrubition for profit. Part 0. Author's credits, "thank you"s, legal jargon, and whatever else happened to enter my head... Welcome to my first Sonic story. The plot for this has been in my head for quite some time now, but unfortunately I had not seen the show until recently, and I did not want to risk contradicting too many details, or even write something blatantly wrong. Le'see, "thank you"s go to the creators of the Sonic the Hedgehog mailing list for getting me into this mess :), and to SEGA, Archie, and DiC for starting the whole thing to begin with :). A BIG "thank you" to David Pistone for being kind enough to give me access to the cartoon show. This and future stories would not have been possible without it. Parts of this story are based on my FurToonia adventures as "Tolouse." Thanks to David "Bookshire" Pistone and Dan "Sonic" Ramos for the inspiration. "Hello"s also go to Todd, Tyro, and whoever else plays there that might read this :). Please send questions and compliments...er...comments to: gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu All characters depicted herein are the creation and property of Service and Games (SEGA) and/or Archie Publications and/or DiC except for the following: Shirley, Jean, Tolouse, and other various characters: created and owned by Kris Kelley. Bookshire: created and owned by David Pistone. Historian's Note: The conclusion of this story takes place well before the time depicted in the cartoon, but after events chronicled in the stories "Bunnie Rabbot," and "Tails' Tale." Okay, enough rambling, on with Part 1... -- *******Robin Hood (Kris Kelley) gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu***************** * fnord-42-froinlaven-cowabunga-the truth is out there-get out-spin dash * * are you pondering what I'm pondering?-welcome to the next level-yars!! * * finish him!-i hope i've shown you how to treat a lady-i'm a character! * ************************************************************************** * "Don't care what people say / Just follow your own way." - Enigma * * "I'm not sure that the world would be ready for 2 of me!" - P. O'Toole * * "Life: Am I taking this too personally?" - me * ************************************************************************** From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 23 21:50:56 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA19647 for sonic-ll; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 21:50:55 -0500 Received: from acmex.gatech.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id VAA19642 for ; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 21:50:53 -0500 From: gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu Received: (from gt6005a@localhost) by acmex.gatech.edu (8.6.11/8.6.11) id VAA08950 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 21:59:42 -0500 Message-Id: <199503240259.VAA08950@acmex.gatech.edu> Subject: Tolouse's Story, Part 1. To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Thu, 23 Mar 1995 21:59:42 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] Content-Type: text Content-Length: 6217 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Tolouse's Story A Sonic the Hedgehog story by Kris Kelley This story is protected by copyright laws. Feel free to distribute this story, but the author does not allow any unauthorized alteration of the story or distrubition for profit. Part 1. 5/13/3224, early evening. Mobotropolis. Jean was nervous. Tonight was supposed to be a big night. The Great War was finally over, and the King was throwing a celebration to, among other things, congratulate the Minister of War, Julian, and reappoint him as Minister of Science. Jean, who was a member of the Palace Guard, had been asked, along with several others, to work late this evening to watch over the ceremonies. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but still, Jean was nervous. There was something that just was not right. Julian had seemed less than enthusiastic about his change of jobs lately, and Jean had felt tension mounting. Jean stood his post, looking out over the city, when he noticed something that made his heart stop. A huge fleet of hovercraft, flying ships of all shapes and sizes, were headed straight for the palace! "Gods of Mobius!" he thought. "What is that?" A few minutes later, he had an answer. At the same time, all hell broke loose. * * * Shirley, Jean's beloved wife and a pretty 25-year-old brown-furred fox, was busy scrolling through today's e-mail when the telecommunicator buzzed. She pressed the answer button, and her "handsome fox of a husband" appeared on the screen. "Hey, honey, how's the---" "Listen, Shirley. Something's happened. I can't explain it, but get out of the city. Get Tolouse, get the neighbors if you can, but do it quickly. I repeat, GET OUT OF THE CITY!!" Shirley saw a look of fear that she had never seen before in her husband's face. "Jean, what is it?" "Just do it now! Julian has gone insane, and..." Jean was interrupted by a huge crash behind him, and by a robotic voice saying "You are under arrest." "GET OUT OF THE CITY, PLEASE!" Jean shouted. "GET OUT---" and the screen went dead. Shirley could not believe what she just saw, but she had no reason to doubt Jean, especially after looking into his eyes, petrified with fear. She quickly got up from the console and ran to Tolouse's room. "Honey, wake up!" she said, but before he could respond she already had her 4-year-old son cradled in her arms, and was running out the door. "Mommy, what's wrong?" "No time, baby. We've got to leave." Right as she opened the front door, an immense explosion rocked the city. She looked out and in the distance, she saw the palace, falling to pieces. "Jean!" she screamed. But there was no time to wonder what on Mobius was going on. All around her, people stared at the palace in utter confusion. Shirley tried to make her voice as firm as possible. "Everybody, listen! We've got to get out of here! My hovercar, now!" "Shirley, do you know---" "NOW! Jean said something's happened at the palace, but I don't want to be here to find out! Are you with me?" Most of the people who heard her followed her to the hovercar. Shirley had been fortunate that Jean got one with plenty of storage space to transport the various projects he was always working on. Now it would be a means of escape for many people. About 20 bodies were compacted into the storage space when somebody noticed something approaching. "Shirley, we've got company! Gun it!" Shirley looked over and saw a whole army of robot patrollers coming up the road, followed by angry-looking hovercraft she had never seen before. The robot patrollers (whom would later be known as the infamous SWAT-Bots) were grabbing every person they could and stowing them in the hovercraft. With the doors still open, Shirley maxed the accelerator, and the hovercar rose in the air and zoomed down the street. Down below, she could hear the cries of the people, who had seen the robot patrollers and now saw her hovercar, begging to be taken. There was no time. She closed the doors in bitter heartbreak. "Mommy?" Shirley looked down and saw Tolouse sitting in her lap, eyes wide and full of fear. He looked just like his father did. "It's okay, honey. It's okay." She did not believe it herself, but she could not think of anything else to tell him. Right then, somebody screamed, "Shirley! Look ahead!" About 200 feet ahead, several robot patrollers were standing in the street, forming a roadblock. There was no way around them! Shirley knew she couldn't stop now. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and maxed the accelerator. A robotic voice said, "Halt your vehicle by order of---" WHAM!! The hovercar lurched wildly, and several windows shattered, but the hovercar remained intact and in the air. Behind them, the frightened occupants heard laser fire, but by some miracle the hovercar made it through to the city limits, speeding towards the Great Forest. Tolouse was crying, as was several of the occupants of the hovercar. By now Shirley was too dazed to do anything but drive, hoping they would reach safety. Wherever that was. As nighttime approached, the hovercar sped along through the Great Forest. * * * Jean was one of the first citizens of Mobotropolis to be roboticized that night. Julian's (now Ivo Robotnik) coup had been a success, and his tyrannical rule had begun. to be continued -- *******Robin Hood (Kris Kelley) gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu***************** * fnord-42-froinlaven-cowabunga-the truth is out there-get out-spin dash * * are you pondering what I'm pondering?-welcome to the next level-yars!! * * finish him!-i hope i've shown you how to treat a lady-i'm a character! * ************************************************************************** * "Don't care what people say / Just follow your own way." - Enigma * * "I'm not sure that the world would be ready for 2 of me!" - P. O'Toole * * "Life: Am I taking this too personally?" - me * ************************************************************************** From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 23 22:19:37 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA19696 for sonic-ll; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 22:19:37 -0500 Received: from mail06.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA19691 for ; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 22:19:35 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail06.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA107395675; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 22:27:55 -0500 Date: Thu, 23 Mar 1995 22:27:55 -0500 Message-Id: <950323222603_59379165@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: On a tangential note... Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I just thought up another explanation of Mobius. (That's right. I was reading a message and it popped right into my head.) Mobius could be in the same universe as us, just different Big Bang. I realized, after talking to many people, that almost everybody who believes in the Big Bang theory believes that we are living in the first bang. The universe began as an infinitely tiny, infinitely dense, infintely hot blob of matter, then it exploded. Soon, gravity will take over and the universe will pull itself back together and everytbody will die a horrbile, agonizing death. Then what? Then it heats up and blows up again, of course. So how many more times is this going to happen? Infinitely many, I would think. (Unless somebody invents a super death ray that actually gets rid of matter.) More importantly, how many times has it happened already? Who knows? Until we can actually measure how old matter is, there's no way to tell. It could be the first, but then again, it could be any positive whole number. For all anybody knows, this could be the googolplexth (?) time the Big Bang occured. Or ten raised to the power googolplex. Or more! (What's the third number before infinity?) -B.B. "The trick is to make sure that nobody understands what I'm talking about after the first thirty seconds, that way I'm free to go up and do what I want." -Adrian Stephens, Technical Director, Sega Technical Institute From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 23 23:09:37 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA19786 for sonic-ll; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 23:09:25 -0500 Received: from mail04.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id XAA19781 for ; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 23:09:23 -0500 From: BBlaze@aol.com Received: by mail04.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA286458664; Thu, 23 Mar 1995 23:17:44 -0500 Date: Thu, 23 Mar 1995 23:17:44 -0500 Message-Id: <950323231743_59438819@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Okay, last one. I promise. Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Here's another of mine. Adam is in it. Yes, the person I mentioned in "Nano-Wars." Ironically enough, the first one I wrote comes last. This one's sandwiched somewhere in the middle. Adam is a numbat. (Don't worry, I didn't spoil anything.) Knuckles is an echidna, Gabriel is a pangolin, Adam completes the set. (Hey, I thought it was a good idea!) -B.B. "Please, spare me your egotistical musings on your pivotal role in history. Nothing you do here will cause the Federation to collapse or galaxies to explode. To be blunt, you're not that important." -Q, Star Trek: The Next Generation This short story is based on the characters created and copyrighted by Archie Comic Publications, DiC Productions, Holly-Beth Kraft, and Sega Incorporated. The author gives his permission to distribute this work freely as long as it's distributed in its full, unaltered form and currency has nothing to do with the distribution. Any questions, comments, or protests can be addressed to the author. Copyright (C) 1995, Michael Szal. Timeline: 3234, Tails is not a Freedom Fighter, Sir Charles works for Doctor Robotnik. First Contact by Michael Szal (bblaze@aol.com) Williams had to work fast. He knew if he couldn't react fast enough, it would all be over. His fingers reached to different parts of the terminal, pressing buttons here and there. A maniacal laugh came from a few buildings down the street. He was loosing and had to come back fast. As he worked, he tried to keep one step ahead of himself so he knew what to do next and how to do it. Finally, it came to him: he was loosing! He quickly put his plan into action. After he was finished, he stepped back from the terminal, took a sigh of relief, and waited. A few seconds later, he received a communication. "You are evil! Evil, evil, evil! I HAD you!" It was his friend, Adam, calling to congratulate him on a game well played. "It was a simple procedure, really. Something to keep for next time." "Next time!?! Next time you won't even have a chance--" "You can threaten me on the way back to Wespero. It's already dark, let's go." "Okay. I'll meet you at your terminal." He started to walk down the street towards Williams' terminal. It was only a few buildings away. "So what exactly did you do?" "As I was saying before, it was simple. I just wrote a short program to keep checking if I was okay and sent it to some other terminal. If at any time I went off-line, it would reactivate my terminal and deactivate yours." "So you DID lose!" "Uh, uh. According to the rules, you must be off-line for at least three seconds to loose. I believe you're the one who made that rule." "Yeah? Well let's change it." "Fine by me." "How did you get by my defenses, anyway? I had so many back-ups you couldn't even begin--" Williams sighed. "You and your defenses. You can't rely too much on defenses. No matter how good your programs are, there's always a way to get by them. All they do is buy you some time. That's why--" "Apparently they almost bought me enough time. I had you." "I'll give you that. But you could've won a long time before if you had a better offense." Adam met his friend and they began their walk back to Wespero, their tiny village near the Great Swamp. "But YOU have the better offense. You hit me before I have a chance to attack. That's why I need a good defense." "Then work on speed. If you hit me first, I'll be working on recovering which gives you more time to work on better attackers." "I guess." They walked along a bit more. Williams waved as a squadron of hover units passed by. It landed and deployed its Swat-bots to capture the two rebels. They went peacefully. As they were being loaded into a hover unit, Adam made an obvious observation. "Hey, neat! A prisoner!" Williams noticed it also. In the corner was a tiny skunk, maybe nine or ten years old. They both sat down in the back, but no one said anything for a while. "How did you get caught?" asked the skunk, with a touch of anger in her voice. "We didn't," explained Adam. She tried again, this time asking Williams, "How did you get caught?" "We're just here for the ride. When we land, we'll be on our way and you'll be roboticized and live the rest of your life, which is a long time since you'll be a robot, blindly obeying any and all orders Robotnik gives you." She was getting impatient. "Stop joking! Listen," she started to whisper, "I've been figuring out how we can escape." "Back up," Williams was whispering also. "First of all, the Swat-bots can hear us." He continued in his normal tone of voice, "Secondly, technically we are 'prisoners by order of Robotnik' or something like that, but this is our stop and soon we won't be. Adam." Adam took his cue, "Computer, change all the Swat-bots' orders in this squadron so that they'll let us go." As if nothing was wrong, the entire squadron of hover units stopped and landed. Williams opened the door and got out. Adam soon followed. "You're welcome to come with us, or you could stay and see if your plan works." She was outside in an instant. "How did you get them to do that?" she asked as they all walked away from the area. "Simple," replied Williams. "Quite," added Adam. "How did YOU get caught?" "I guess I wandered too far away from my village." "Can you get there from here?" "I think so......but..." "But it's dark and it would be better if you came with us?" asked Williams. "Yep." "By the way, what might I call you?" "Nina." "Hello, Nina," bowed Adam. "My name is Adam Lockard and I'll be your hero for tonight. This is my lowly apprentice, Xero." "Actually, I, Williams, lengthener of life spans and nullifier of diseases, taught Adam everything he knows. Speaking of which, I still need to teach you more about a good, quick offense. I've found that--" "Excuse me," Nina broke in, "but what are you talking about?" "Just a game we play. Every so often we come here to battle each other to the death." "You come here......to play games?" "It's the best place. Robotnik's the only one I know of who has a huge network of terminals throughout an entire city." Nina still couldn't believe it. As they walked she got lost in the conversation again, but absorbed as much as she could. They were arriving in Wespero when Kristen saw them coming and ran up to meet them. "Where have you been?" She hugged Williams tightly. "You never come back this late!" "The game got pretty exciting, he almost won. We even brought back a present for you. Nina, this is Kristen, our obsolete nurse. Kristen, this is Nina, a girl we met on a hover unit. We thought it would be best if she stayed here for the night." "She can stay in my hut," invited Kristen. "Done. I'll see all of you in the morning and we'll figure out what to do then." He kissed Kristen good night and then left. "I'll be retiring also." Adam left. "And you can come with me." Kristen led Nina to her hut. Nina tried to get to sleep, but could not. She snuck out of her room and saw a light on in another hut. Peeking in through the window, she saw Williams sitting in a chair talking to someone. She knocked on the door. "What?" called Williams. "May I come in?" "If you must." She did. "You can sit..." he looked around his hut, "...anywhere where there's room." She found a place on the bed and started to move some equipment aside. "Uh-- Put that-- Never mind." She sat down. "You couldn't sleep either?" "No, not 'couldn't' exactly. More like 'don't.' I go to bed after everybody else and wake up before everybody else. When nobody else is around, I work." "What are you working on now?" "Three or four things. Controlling other computers, nanites, that terminal war game that needs a name, and the void." "Nanites? Void?" "We have time. Remember about year ago when everybody got sick?" "That happened to you too?" "It happened to everybody on the planet. It was caused by a few octillion nanites. I got rid of them all." "YOU? How?" "We don't have that much time. The void is something I found out about in Robotnik's computer core. Presumably, it's the gateway to another dimension. I'm trying to open it, or at least understand it." She thought about what he had said and, remembering what had happened in Robotropolis, commented, "You're much more interesting than anybody in my village." He smiled. "I think you'll find that I'm much more interesting than anybody here, also. Besides Adam. He's pretty interesting." "Are you two brothers?" "Ha! No. He's just a friend who escaped the coup d'etat with me." "What about......your parents?" "Gone." "I'm so sorry." "It's not your fault. I'm not sure exactly what happened to them, but I'm assuming they were roboticized. If that's so, it's a simple matter of deroboticizing them. I just haven't been able to locate them yet. Which leads me to believe that they're dead." "I'm so sorry." "It...is...not...your...fault," he enunciated. "So, why'd you want to see me?" "Oh. I couldn't sleep and I saw your light on." "So." "So I thought we could talk." "About what?" "I don't know. You're making this very difficult. I'm spending the night in some strange village with people I've never met and everybody's worried about me back home." She sounded if she was going to cry. "Calm down. Just go to sleep and everything will be fine tomorrow." She nodded and started to get in Williams' bed. "No-- What're you-- Fine." He cleared off the miscellaneous objects from his bed. Nina got into bed, got comfortable, and tried to go to sleep. "I'll just sleep in my chair," he told her. Of course, Williams stayed up after she finally fell asleep, researching the void. But he eventually had to sleep also. He woke suddenly to the sound of someone banging on the door. Strange, someone actually got up before him. Williams didn't answer, so it was opened from the outside. It was Kristen. She was breathing heavily and she spoke fast. "Nina's gone! Have you seen her? Where'd she go?" Williams, half-awake, answered, "Yeah, she's been here all night." "What!?! You didn't tell me?" "She came in during the middle of the night, I didn't want to wake you. Apparently, she wanted to sleep here, so I let her." "Next time, tell me!" "Next time? How many more times is this going to happen?" Kristen walked over to Nina, sleeping soundly. "What are you doing now? Don't wake her, the sun is just coming up. Let her sleep a little more." Kristen didn't hear him. She gently nudged Nina, who woke up startled. She let out a yelp, but soon recovered. "It's morning already?" "Not quite," Williams rhetorically replied. "Why is everybody up so early?" "Ask Kristen." "You weren't in bed, I came looking for you," Kristen answered the question. "Why did you sneak out like that?" "I couldn't sleep, I saw Williams was up so I visited him." "You shouldn't run off like that." "Well," said Williams, "now that we're all up, let's go." "Where?" asked Kristen. "To take Nina home, where else?" "Now?" "Now is the perfect time. We might be able to get there before anybody wakes up." He got up out of his chair and left. "Wait up!" Nina followed him. Kristen went to wake Adam up. Williams and Nina were waiting as Adam met them outside of the village. It was early and cold, the wind made things worse. "Where's Kristen?" "She's not coming. Said she needed more sleep." "Well she's the one who woke everybody up at this ungodly hour. Which way?" he asked Nina. "I don't know where we are." "Then we're going back to Robotropolis. As soon as you recognize something and can find your way back, let me know." "You mentioned something about derobotization," Nina commented as they were walking. "Can you really undo that?" "Let's just say that when you can manipulate molecules, you can do a lot of things." He didn't want to get into the finer points of changing the molecular structure of metal to skin. "And if you can manipulate individual protons, neutrons, and electrons, you're a god." "Why's that?" "Because then you can change anything into anything else. Don't like pollution? Then change it into ice cream." "Really?" "Uh, huh. And when you get down to quarks..." "How do you know all this?" "You pick up some things when you hang around a physicist all day." They walked some more. "What about you, Adam?" asked Nina. "Huh?" "Tell me about yourself." "There's not much to tell. Robotnik took over, I came here with Williams, the end." "What about your family?" Adam didn't answer. So Williams answered for him, "Siblings: none. Parents: dead." "Doesn't anybody in this village have parents?" "Kristen has her mother." "What's the deal with Kristen?" Williams laughed. "You ask that as if there was something morally wrong with her." "Sorry." "You shouldn't be. You made a joke. I'm proud of you." He patted her on the shoulder. "But I insulted your girlfriend." "Oh, come on. THAT was not an insult. Adam can do better." "Of course there's something morally wrong with her," Adam was back in the conversation, "she likes YOU." "See. That was...... Actually, that was directed at me. But it was a good try." "Glad to be of service. Shall I try again?" "No, thank you." "Do you take anything seriously?" asked Nina. "Nope." "But your parents are dead. HIS parents are dead. You don't find that...serious?" "Nope. It's just a part of life. No, wait. It's a part of death. But it's the end of life which means it's a part of life. But they're not alive, so it can't be. Wait. When does somebody die?" Nina thought about it. "When they're not alive any more." "Yeah, that's like saying 'the square root of negative two equals x where x equals the square root of negative two.' Of course they're not alive, that's why they're dead." "You should've seen him trying to explain the universe," Adam told her. "I DID explain it." "Right. Matter spontaneously popping out of nowhere." "It's the only explanation." They walked for quite a while. Robotropolis was pretty close by the time Nina told Williams she knew where to go. "Okay, bye." Williams began to walk back. "Wait! Where are you going?" "Back." "We have to escort her to her village," Adam reminded him. "You can find your way to your village, right?" She nodded. "Then you don't need our help anymore. We'll see you again sometime." "We can't just leave her here." Williams pulled Adam aside. "If we take her home, they'll want to meet us. They'll ask us where we came from and will want to visit us. I don't want to have to deal with another village. You can go with her if you want but please, don't bring anybody back with you." "Understood." "Nina, go home and enjoy life. Good-bye." Williams continued walking back. "Just...trust us, okay?" Adam followed. Nina stood there for a moment, deciding what to do. She could run after them and get them to take her the rest of the way, but she didn't. Williams was right, she didn't need their help anymore. She wasn't scared of being caught or getting lost, she just didn't want them to leave. "You're a very interesting man, Williams," she thought to herself as she began her journey back home. The End... From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 24 00:13:06 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA19920 for sonic-ll; Fri, 24 Mar 1995 00:12:59 -0500 Received: from seagoon.newcastle.edu.au by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA19905 for ; Fri, 24 Mar 1995 00:12:03 -0500 Received: from scorch.UUCP (uucp@localhost) by seagoon.newcastle.edu.au (8.6.11/8.6.11) with UUCP id PAA12585 for sard.mv.net!sonic; Fri, 24 Mar 1995 15:20:01 +1000 Received: from brushtail.hna.com.au by scorch.hna.com.au with smtp tap_id root (Smail 3.1.28.1 #10) id m0rrrRr-000VuVC; Fri, 24 Mar 95 04:17 EST Received: (from cjb@localhost) by brushtail.hna.com.au (8.6.9/8.6.9) id EAA04857; Fri, 24 Mar 1995 04:17:51 +1000 Date: Fri, 24 Mar 1995 04:17:51 +1000 From: Chris Baird Message-Id: <199503231817.EAA04857@brushtail.hna.com.au> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: alt.fan.sonic-hedgehog Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > It's the mail2news & news2mail package [..] Whoops, it wasn't my intention to sent that to the list.. ObSonic: "Peters" (i think) Ice-cream here in Australia have just this week introduced `The Sonic the Hedgehog Mint-flavoured ice cream'. There's a TV advertising campaign too, starring STH's Sonic and Robotnik. More details pending when I get the chance to watch the commercial in its entirety.. (Considering that this is the kind of boost to a character's popularity that TV executives dream about, can I hope that the 2nd season of STH will be shown in the near future..?) -- Chris,, From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 24 06:54:11 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id GAA20358 for sonic-ll; Fri, 24 Mar 1995 06:53:54 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id GAA20353 for ; Fri, 24 Mar 1995 06:53:52 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id GAA19926 for ; Fri, 24 Mar 1995 06:00:12 -0600 Received: from slip-19-6.ots.utexas.edu (slip-19-6.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.111.134]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id FAA01176 for ; Fri, 24 Mar 1995 05:58:50 -0600 Message-Id: <199503241158.FAA01176@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Fri, 24 Mar 1995 06:00:31 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: N5UNA's Story Location X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Greetings to all! In case any of you missed these stories that I wrote: "The Temporal Syndrome" "My Brother's Keeper" "Evolution of a Predator" They can be found posted in the "Sonic Stories" section of David (Rotor) Pistone's personal page. I'd like to publicly thank David for posting these and other great short stories for more public access, as well as on a.f.s-h. For those that don't have David's personal page URL: http://www.primenet.com/~rotor/ "Mirror Image" is next, and it's going to be another epic like "The Temporal Syndrome". ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA An Indoctrinated Sonic T. Hedgehog Story Author "But I guess some things are better left in the past." -Sally, quote from "The Temporal Syndrome" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 24 09:07:55 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA20623 for sonic-ll; Fri, 24 Mar 1995 09:07:43 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id JAA20618 for ; Fri, 24 Mar 1995 09:07:22 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA04950; Fri, 24 Mar 1995 09:16:06 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA15925; Fri, 24 Mar 1995 09:16:09 -0500 Message-Id: <9503241416.AA15925@edmund> Subject: Sonic FAQ File To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Fri, 24 Mar 1995 09:16:09 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: ___------__ |\__-- /\ _- |/ __ _ //\ / \ /__ | o| 0|__ --_ \\____-- __ \ ___ - (@@ __/ / /_ -_____--- --_ // \ \\ - //|\__/ \\ ___- \_-\_____/ \-\ // \\--\| ____// ||_ /___//_\ /___\ ascii Sonic by Han J. Lee |====================== THE SONIC FAQ FILE =====================| Mar 24, 1995 edition Compiled by: Daniel J. Drazen Contributors: Ron Bauerle, Brad Clark, Maureen Furniss, Craig Moore, Michiyo Nakajima, Paula O'Keefe, Eric E. Pearson, Jeff Pegnato, Alessandro Sanasi, Erich Schulman, Fred Sloniker, Andy White Address all comments, corrections, contributions and flames to: drazen@andrews.edu ***************************************************************** WHAT'S NEW?: [Note: There WILL be spoilers. You have been warned. DJD] Want to contact DiC? Write or phone: DiC 303 North Glenoaks Blvd. Burbank, CA 91502 (818) 955-5400 (818) 955-5696 (FAX) Now, direct from the Great White North, Brad Clark summarizes the original Sonic miniseries: Issue 0 "Don't Cry For Me, Mobius" Story: Michael Gallagher, Art: Scott Shaw! Sonic is chased by Dr. Robotnik. After the chase, which Robotnik loses, Sonic returns to Knothole where most of the main characters are introduced for the first time. (Note: Rotor is referred to as "Boomer.") Antoine then announces that there is a leak in Knothole (Knothole is located underground in this issue) that is caused by Robotnik. Sonic defeats Robotnik with a power ring. "The Royal Family of Mobius" Takes place before Robotnik was in power and has Sonic and Uncle Chuck running a chilidog take-out stand. Robotnik destroys the stand and captures Muttski and Uncle Chuck. Sonic meets Sally (with yellow hair and red fur) who introduces him to the rest of the freedom fighters in Knothole. Issue 1 "Run, Sally, Run" Story and art: Gallagher & Shaw! Sally [this time with pink fur and black hair] goes to see Robotnik about the return of her father. Robotnik captures Sally and almost throws her into the "Robo-machine." Sonic rescues Sally only to discover that Sally had wanted to get caught in order to gather information on the roboticizer, using some special boots designed by Boomer/Rotor. Issue 2 "A Crowning Achievement" Gallagher & Shaw! again. Sally decides to wear the "Crown of the Acorn Kings" which belonged to her father, but the crown is missing. They discover a robotic freedom fighter who tells them that Robotnik has stolen the crown and has scattered its jewels (the four Chaos Emeralds) throughout the land. Sonic retrieves the emeralds and Boomer/Rotor repairs the crown. Issue 3 "Sonic Flashback" Gallagher & Shaw! Sonic and Robotnik recall when they were kids. Uncle Chuck invents the power rings. Sonic and Robotnik have an argument, and it escalates until Robotnik is constructing mechanical monsters out of Uncle Chuck's appliances. Sonic then wakes up -- it was all just a daydream -- and resumes being chased by Robotnik. "Why Ask Spy" Sonic is made to look like a robot to trick Robotnik and to destroy one of his factories. In the process, Sonic discovers Uncle Chuck and Muttski who have both been roboticized. Sonic destroys the factory. Princess Sally Miniseries #2 (Summary by Erich Schulman): The story opens with a fight between St. John and Hamlin, and Sally gives Hamlin a scolding. To reach the third, undestroyed substation, the freedom fighters use a new (!?) technology: hang gliders. Arlo's hang glider is hit by the defenses and he is wounded in action; Penelope volunteers to stay with him. Once inside, Sally and St. John are attacked by an octopod, and everyone barely manages to escape the explosions. Upon leaving, they find that Sally and Penelope are gone. Sally says they will return to camp without them (to which Hamlin is opposed), and they never show up again. Did you have your doubts about St. John? That night, St. John replaces Sally with a lookalike robot and delivers the real Sally to Robotnik. Fan mail (singular; only one letter appears): Will Sonic and Sally marry? "Could be." Has Sally met Knuckles? She will in a forthcoming 48-page S&K special. Does Sally have a mother, and if so what does she look like? "Of course...her origin may yet be told." Or [shameless plug] you can read about it in "Bloodlines" which will be posted to the fanfic section of Rotor's homepage when it's completed (the final chapters, 11 and 12) will be posted April 4. **************************************************************** I. FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS II. SOURCE DESCRIPTIONS A. SONIC THE HEDGEHOG EPISODE GUIDE B. SONIC COMICS DESCRIPTIONS C. OTHER SOURCES I. FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS ============================= Q1: How did Tails come to have two tails? Q2: Is "Tails" his real name? Q3: Is Tails related to Sally? He calls her "Aunt Sally" quite often. Q4: I can't figure out what kinds of animals some of the characters are supposed to be. Q5: "Sally Acorn?" Q6: How old are the characters supposed to be? Q7: What happened to the Princess Sally miniseries? Q8: Does anyone have a theory about Sonic's speed? ================================================================ Q1: How did Tails come to have two tails? A: The writers of Sonic comics solicited reader responses to this in issue #___; the replies were printed in issue #___. They range from transplantation to mutation. The latest entry is in the Sonicgram of #22. They state that Tails just happened to be born that way--with no other comment (thus illustrating the difference between an Explanation and an Answer). At this point, there is no "official" explanation as to how Tails got that way, so you're pretty much free to believe what you like. Personally, I prefer the theory that it is a mutation, induced by Robotnik's pollution of Mobius. This would accord with the fact that Tails had not been born when Robotnik took over (cf. Q6). Q2: Is "Tails" his real name? A: No, his real name is "Miles Prower" (you have to say it sorta fast to get the joke). That was his name when he was introduced on the front screen of the Sonic 2 video game. Tails was given as his nickname, and it stuck. Q3: Is Tails related to Sally? He calls her "Aunt Sally" quite often. A:This argument has been put forward by the "Sally is a fox" camp (see below). However, if that were true, then he'd also be related to Bunnie, as he's been known to address her as "Aunt Bunnie." For that matter, it seems that everyone in the Knothole gang refers to Sir Charles Hedgehog as "Uncle Chuck," though he's technically only uncle to Sonic. While it was not explicitly stated in either the comics or in the cartoons, it has to be kept in mind that all of the freedom fighters' families were disrupted by Robotnik's takeover of Mobius. It's safe to assume that they all have had relatives who have ended up being roboticized. As a result, they have become not so much a paramilitary resistance group as a loose-knit family. Sonic, for instance, clearly relates to Tails as if the latter was his little brother, the difference in species notwithstanding. Q4: I can't figure out what kinds of animals some of the characters are supposed to be. A: Admittedly, it's trickier to spot some species in the series than others. Herewith is the list: Sonic and Sir Charles. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .hedgehogs Bunnie . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . rabbit Tails. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fox Rotor. . . . . . . . . . . . . .walrus (sea lion, cf. Teitelbaum) Antoine D'Coolette . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fox Sally Acorn. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ground squirrel/chipmunk Sally's father . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fox The identification of Sally as a ground squirrel is based on extended discussion of the topic on Internet {alt.fan.furry and rec.arts.animation). She was also declared to be a ground squirrel in the comics, most recently in the Sonicgram of Sonic #19. As for the designation "ground squirrel/chipmunk", which has been questioned by at least one correspondent, I entered it this way on the assumption that the two terms were synonymous. I have consulted a dictionary, which states that the term "ground squirrel" applies to several kinds of rodents, including the chipmunk genus _Tamias_. Given the present ambiguity, the designation will remain as is. Despite this, controversy continues. Identifying Sally's species has been particularly vexing to some fans, especially those who reason that since Sally's father is clearly a fox, then she must be one herself. It is possible that Sally takes after her mother in this regard more than her father. Cross-species mating is a definite possibility, and an example is implied in the "flashforward" at the end of "Sally's Crusade" [Sonic: In Your Face #1]. At this point, the identification of Sally's nanny, Rosie, remains ambiguous. Given her buck teeth, she could be either a beaver or a woodchuck. Since she is always shown wearing a long cloak, I've been unable to spot the character beaver tail. Final identification is still pending. Q5: "Sally Acorn"? A: This is how she was identified as far back as the beginning of the comics [Sonic Miniseries, #0, Mar 1993]. Technically, royalty do not have surnames or family names in the accepted sense; rather, the title of the personage tends to serve the purpose. Her middle name, Alicia, is apparently seldom used (cf. "Blast to the Past," part 1). If you wanted to be grandiose about it, Sally's formal title would be: Sally Alicia, Princess of the House of Acorn. But in any event it's unlikely that Sally's formal title will come back into use so long as Robotnik is in charge. Q6: How old are the characters supposed to be? A: According to the TV series ["Blast to the Past: part 1"] Sonic and Sally were both 5 years old when Sally's father was overthrown and Robotnik took over. Two other age clues were given in the "Drood Henge" episode: that Tails was 10 years old, and that Sally wouldn't "come of age" for another two years. At one point, Sally's age is explicitly given as being 16, though the comics reportedly put both at age 15. Subtracting 5 from 16 leaves the number of years Robotnik has been in charge: 11. Thus, it would appear that Tails was born after the fall of the House of Acorn. Still, the simplest way out of this dilemma would be to put the age of majority on Mobius at 17 instead of 18; that would eliminate the extra year differential without altering the stated ages of Sonic and Sally (in the comics) or of Tails (in "Drood Henge"). Q7: What happened to the Princess Sally miniseries? A: Archie Comics was supposed to roll out a three-part miniseries starring Sally as the main character. The story actually began with "Deadliest of the Species" in Sonic #20. The cover art for the miniseries, however, differed in subsequent advertisements: one cover for the first issue prominently featured Geoffrey St. John, while another did not. The third issue cover either does or doesn't feature Sally doing battle with a clone of herself, depending upon where you see it. Two different versions of the cover for #2 appeared in Sonic #22. The fact that the Sally creative team PLUS Archie Comics PLUS Sega reportedly came together to discuss "improving" the series (as reported in the Sonicgram for Sonic #21) would seem to indicate that someone had come down with a case of "creative differences." In any event, the "improved" Sally miniseries began shipping the week of Feb 13. Q8: Does anyone have a theory about Sonic's speed? A: How, in other words, is Sonic able to run so fast? Apparently the same way you get to Carnegie Hall in the old joke: practice. I'm serious; here is the only print explanation I've come across so far: "Years ago, when things were right on Mobius, there lived a hedgehog named Sonic.... Sonic was only interested in running as fast as he could. Every day he practiced." [Michael Teitelbaum, _Sonic the Hedgehog_. Mahwah, NJ: Troll, 1993, pp.7- 8]. And that's the extent of Teitelbaum's explanation. Thanks a heap, Mike! ================================================================= NOTICE: The fact that episode and story summaries appear here means there is a good chance that you will encounter spoilers. This is your only notice! II. SOURCE DESCRIPTIONS A. SONIC THE HEDGEHOG EPISODE GUIDE 1. First Season: 1993-94 Super Sonic Writer: Jules Dennis When Nicole malfunctions, Sonic and Sally go to Robotropolis to get replacement parts. While there, they discover the Forbidden Zone and a being named Lezar. Lezar causes Sonic to lose his speed abilities, and teaches him that he can still accomplish things without it. Sonic Boom Writer: Len Janson While on a mission in Robotropolis, Sally intercepts a message which includes the use of her father's pet name for her. They follow the lead to the Dark Swamp and the remains of Ironlock Prison. In the process, a freedom fighter named Cat is captured. The freedom fighters gain maps to Robotropolis, but the search for Sally's father proves futile. Sonic and Sally Writers: Pat Allee and Ben Hurst Before becoming the principle writers for the second season, Allee and Hurst wrote this account of Sally's capture by Robotnik's forces. Sonic rescues what he thinks is Sally but what is instead a robot double. Back in Knothole, Tails begins to doubt Sally's behavior because of small details, such as how she reads a bedtime story. After first dismissing Tails' fears, Sonic also comes to realizes he's been dealing with a "Stepford Sally." Hooked on Sonics Writer: Randy Rogel In an attempt to impress Sally, Antoine tries to capture Robotnik by himself. He attempts to lure Robotnik into the open with the offer of a power ring, but Antoine is himself captured and Sonic has to rescue him. Ultra Sonic Writer: David Villaire While on a raid in Robotropolis, Sonic finds his Uncle Chuck as a robot worker in a crystal mine. Uncle Chuck recovers his mind and will long enough to help destroy a giant crystal which would have damaged the ecosystem of the entire planet. As Uncle Chuck loses control of his will, Sonic vows to return for him. Sonic's Nightmare Writer: Frank Santopadre The freedom fighters are captured and held on a deserted island refinery. Sonic must not only rescue them but he also has to deal with a recurring nightmare where he unable to prevent Sally's being roboticized. Warp Sonic Writer: Matt Uitz The freedom fighters discover an underground civilization called Lower Mobius and one of its citizens, Griff. Lower Mobius draws energy from a power crystal, but it is weakening. Feigning friendship, Griff visits Knothole and steals the power stone which is the source of the power rings. After fighting off some mechanical rats, the power stone is retrieved. Griff apologizes for his theft and is given a portion of the stone to aid Lower Mobius. Harmonic Sonic Writer: David Villaire After Robotnik launches a robot-manned orbiting space station to locate Knothole, the Knothole freedom fighters use a rocket booster to reach and destroy it. Sonic and the Secret Scrolls Writer: Janis Diamond The freedom fighters journey to Mauga (sp?) to recover some legendary scrolls, but Robotnik is tailing them. Robotnik's ship is hurled off a plateau by a violent wind, and the Knothole gang mistakenly believe he is finished. Will they make the same mistake at the end of the second season? Sub-Sonic Writer: Barbara Slade Sonic discovers a stream of water that makes plants grow at a fantastic rate. In their search for the source, the Knothole gang discover a subterranean creature whose habitat has been disturbed by Robotnik's drilling operations. Heads or Tails Writer: Len Janson On a raid of Robotropolis, Sonic runs into Muttski, his now- roboticized pet dog and vows to return him to normal someday. The freedom fighters also have to contend with a squadron of Buzzbombers carrying an orange defoliant [Agent Orange? Hmmmm...] intent on destroying the Great Forest and exposing Knothole. Artwork in this ep is decidedly off-model. Sonic Past Cool Writers: Kayte Kuch & Sheryl Scarborough Tails finds a baby terrapod and the freedom fighters escort the terrapod herd to Boulder Bay, where they will be safe from Robotnik. Sonic Racer Writer: Len Janson While on a mission to disable Robotnik's power generators, Sonic is tempted into participating in a contest against a super-fast robot designed to capture him. While he engages the bot, Bunnie, Sally and Antoine go after their target: Robotnik's back-up generator. 2. Second Season: 1994-95 Game Guy Sonic rescues someone from capture by Robotnik; he turns out to be Ari, a freedom fighter from another group. Ari directs Sonic to a place which turns out to be a trap. Sonic manages to escape (after Robotnik toys with him), but Ari--whose comrades were roboticized and who was himself deceived by Robotnik--is sucked into the Void. Before falling into the Void, Ari says something about a list of other freedom fighters. Sonic Conversion The Knothole gang test a deroboticizing process on Bunnie, whose partially-roboticized body is returned to normal. Sonic then goes after Uncle Chuck and is able to convince him to undergo the process. However, the process turns out to be only temporary as, in a poignant scene, Bunnie reverts to a half-robot. When Uncle Chuck reverts to robotic form, he captures Tails and Antoine for delivery to Robotnik; Sonic confronts him and manages to break the hold on Uncle Chuck's mind. Uncle Chuck returns to Robotropolis to work as a spy for the Knothole gang. No Brainer Sonic's thought processes are temporarily scrambled while on a mission in Robotropolis. Taking advantage of the situation, Snively convinces Sonic that they are friends. The disruption wears off just as the Knothole gang face imminent capture. Blast to the Past (two parts) Dulcy takes Sonic and Sally to a floating island where they use the Time Stones to return to Mobotropolis on the eve of the planet's conquest by Dr. Robotnik (then known as Julian, affiliated with the War Ministry and supposedly in charge of its dismantling). They also encounter themselves as 5-year-olds and learn that it was Sonic's Uncle Chuck who had perfected the roboticizer process in the first place, though Julian/Robotnik stole the process. Sally and Sonic work to keep their child selves from being roboticized, to prevent the Great Forest from being destroyed, and to make sure that Sally's nanny, Rosie, would not get captured. Fed Up With Antoine/Ghost Busted (back to back episodes) Feeling unappreciated, Antoine allows himself to be made "king" by a group of renegades, unaware that with the office comes the "honor" of being an entree./While out camping, Sonic's ghost story panics Tails, and Antoine once more demonstrates his ineptitude. Dulcy Dulcy begins having overpowering urges to fly to Dragonsnest, a nesting site for female dragons. She, Sonic and Sally, arrive just as Robotnik has captured another female dragon; they then discover the dragon's egg inside Dragonsnest. Taking the egg back to Knothole, they rescue the female dragon who returns in time to hatch the egg. The Void Sonic discovers an opening to the Void while out in the "Great Unknown" [another name for the Forbidden Zone?]. Sally and Bunnie are put under a spell and pulled into the Void by a sorcerer named Naugus, who had been imprisoned there years before by Robotnik and who needs Sonic's speed to escape. Sonic learns what has happened from Nicole and allows himself to be pulled into the Void. Attempting to rescue Sally and Bunnie, he is tricked into rescuing what he thinks is Sally's father but is really Naugus. Sonic returns to the Void and finds not only Sally and Bunnie but the King and Ari as well. He brings them all out, but Naugus and the King have spent so much time in the Void that their bodies cannot handle living on Mobius. Naugus breaks off his tormenting of Robotnik, and Sally's father gives her the list of other resistance groups. On the whole, Sally goes through the emotional rollercoaster ride of her life. The Odd Couple/Ro-Becca (back to back episodes) After a crash landing by Dulcy leaves Sonic homeless he moves in with Antoine, who predictably gets bent out of shape by Sonic's lifestyle./Rotor cobbles together a robot which develops the hots for Antoine. Cry of the Wolf The Knothole freedom fighters search for and discover the Wolf Pack, the remnants of an ancient race who are now one of the other resistance groups. After several unsuccessful attempts to destroy a test pod from the Doomsday Project, Sonic draws it into a lightning storm and destroys it. Drood Henge Sonic and Tails discover an archaeological dig by Robotnik; they learn from Nicole that the object of the search is the Deep Power Stones, and that Robotnik has recovered one of the two. Tails comes up with a plan to retrieve the second stone before Robotnik can get to it. Spyhog On the eve of final preparations of the Doomsday project, Robotnik begins to suspect that there is a spy in his midst. Uncle Chuck's cover is blown, but he escapes capture and goes back underground with a different cover. Doomsday In the season finale, a combined force of the five freedom fighter groups tries to destroy the Doomsday project. Robotnik, however, seems to have too many safeguards built in. As a last resort, Sonic and Sally use the Deep Power Stones. The Doomsday project is destroyed; Robotnik's fate is uncertain but Snively is ready to step into his shoes in a burst of megalomania and overacting. Cliffhanger: who or what does Snively have to help him? We'll never know: ABC chose not to run StH for a third season. VOICE CREDITS: SONIC: Jaleel White SALLY: Kath Soucie NICOLE: Kath Soucie (uncredited) TAILS: Bradley Pierce BUNNIE: Christine Cavanaugh ANTOINE: Rob Paulsen ROTOR: Mark Ballou (1st season) Cam Brainard (2d season) DULCY: Cree Summer Franks UNCLE CHUCK: William Windom ROBOTNIK: Jim Cummings SNIVELY: Charlie Adler ADDITIONAL VOICES: (First season): David Doyle Gaille Heindenmann Dana Hill Danny Mann Jason Marsden Charlie Schlatter Frank Welker (Second season): Shari Belafonte: Lupee (?) Michael Bell: Naugus (?) Crystal Cooke Tim Curry: Sally's father; Keeper of the Time Stones Dave Fennoy Dorian Harewood John Kassir Katie Leigh Nancy Linari Victor Love Tahj Mowry Hal Rayle Alaina Reed Hall Lindsay Ridgeway April Winchell B. SONIC COMICS DESCRIPTIONS [CONTRIBUTIONS WELCOME] #18 [Jan 1995]: "Wedding Bell Blues" Robotnik gets word of Sonic and Sally's impending wedding and plans an attack. "In the Still of the Night" While trying to determine the nature of the mysterious orb (cf. "First Star....", #17), Sally is called to the bedside of her old mentor, Julayla, just before she dies. Sonicgram: includes statement that Sonic is 15, and a German fan disses Dave Manak's artwork Sonic: In Your Face #1 [1995] "Sally's Crusade: The Quest" The orb is revealed to be a casing surrounding Nicole. Sally, with the others in tow, searches for what turns out to be Julayla's last testament. The significance of this document is spelled out in a "flashforward" at the end of the story. "Mirror Zone" An excuse to practice backwards lettering. Sonicgram: Sally's age is given as "about 15." [Note, if you're going to guess a lady's age, guess on the low side ;-) ] "Tails' Tallest Tale" Tails substitutes for Sonic, putting in an appearance at a con. His exaggerations almost get him into trouble. Artwork by Shaw!. #19 [Feb 1995]: "Night of a Thousand Sonics" In order to defeat Robotnik's latest scheme, Sonic has to call in as many versions of himself from as many parallel universes as he can. Artwork by Manak for the first half, Mawhinney for the second. Sonicgram: The name of Sally's father is given as "King Acorn" (but see FAQ #5). Scott Fulop hedges on when Knuckles will make an appearance and whose side he'll be on. Again, Sally is identified as a "ground squirrel." Hint is dropped as to a Sonic motion picture in the works. #20 [Mar 1995]: "That's the Spirit" Exposure to an antimatter explosion renders Sonic invisible; Sally and the others [Tails being the exception] believe he is dead. The comedic pacing and Manak's artwork mar what otherwise might have been a very poignant story. Great line (Sonic to Robotnik--who thinks he's dealing with a ghost): "Give Mobius back to the freedom fighters, lose weight and get a hairpiece!" "Deadliest of the Species" [Prologue to the Princess Sally miniseries] While on a sabotage mission, Sally is confronted by someone claiming to be part of a rebel underground. Sonicgram: Once again lists Sally's age as 15. #21 [Apr 1995]: "3 Phases of E.V.E" Pat Spaziante debuts as a story artist. Robotnik unleashes E.V.E. ["exceptionally versatile evolvoid"] to capture Sonic. As Sonic manages to outsmart E.V.E., it simply adapts to another form to compensate. Sonic lures it to Robotnik's headquarters where, assuming a self-conscious form, E.V.E. determines that it is being held back by its biological inheritance from Sonic and Robotnik [i.e., individual cells used in E.V.E.'s creation]. E.V.E. toasts Robotnik, but thanks to some quick thinking by Sonic--apparently, Sally's influence is rubbing off on him ;-) -- E.V.E. spares Sonic and travels out into space on a journey of self-actualization. Is Robotnik really history? That's the tease--stay tuned, probably until after the Sally miniseries. Sonicgram: announcement of the delay in rolling out the Sally miniseries; another special issue (48pp) due out in May. #22 [May 1995] "The Return," written by Ken Penders, art by Pat Spaziante & Harvey M. The story opens with Sonic & Sally MCW (Married with Children; cf. the end of "Sally's Quest" in _In Your Face #1_). Sonic & Sally are out with the kids when, during a lightning storm, an apparition of Robotnik appears and just as suddenly disappears. Have your pencils and scorecards ready to try and follow the remainder of the plot: Robotnik is actually on a satellite talking with Robo-Robotnik from "Night of a Thousand Sonics," (#19), only in this case only the consciousness of Robo-Robotnik (hereinafter "R-R") remains resident. Robotnik convinces R-R to teleport him back to Mobius, where it turns out Snively has activated an alternative Doomesday device which would go off if Robotnik was ever defeated. Robotnik actually deactivates "Operation Wasteland" himself to keep from being ruler over nothing and to have the pleasure of saying to Sonic: "You owe me!" Robotnik and Sonic MWC are declared to be at a stalemate. What about R-R? Who knows? Muddled story saved by Spaziante artwork. "Tails Knighttime Story," written by Angelo Decasare, art by Dave Manak & John Dagostino. As Tails grumps about "get[ting] baby-sat" while Sonic has all the fun and adventures, Sally tells him a bedtime story wherein Sonic is Sir Runalot and Tails is his page who "borrows" his armour one day and who, mistaken for the aforementioned knight, ends up doing battle with Sir Knightmare of Robotannia (guess who?) until the real Sir Runalot saves his...er...tails. Sonicgram: the comics should get a FAQ File, since two letters pepper them with questions (most are answered: "Keep reading." Translation: "we're working on it!"). The cover of Princess Sally #2 in an ad on the same page differs from one which appears on p. 17 of the same issue(!), thus bolstering the "creative differences" theory in Q7. [I am indebted to R.D.B. for the following, since the Sally miniseries has yet to hit the shelves in this corner of Michigan- -I've GOT to stop buying retail and subscribe!] Princess Sally Mini-series #1 [April 1995] "Deadliest of the Species!" written by Mike Kanterovich & Ken Penders, art by Art Mawhinney & Rich Koslowski. Opens with a nice splash page summarizing the struggle so far and describes the main characters (get this: "Antoine is renouned for his military skills" - okayyyy...). Next it recaps Sally's meeting Geoffrey St. John...in StH #20. Sally & Geoffrey are attacked by SWATbots after destroying the facility and manage to beat them off [hey, Ron, let's leave their private lives out of this ;-) ] and exchange some banter in the process (I can't call it friendly but it's not really sarcastic either). They then head back to the camp where some young trainee freedom fighters are waiting for Sally. Geoffrey mistakes them for enemies and jumps a pig (Hamlin) but they're separated by Sally. This establishes some bad blood between Hamlin and Geoffrey that continues all issue. The team proceeds to its next target (an energy substation) and after battling SWATbots and ORBbots manage to destroy it. During the battle Geoffrey saves Hamlin's life but Hamlin still doesn't trust him. That night, when everyone else is asleep, Geoffrey slips away, activates a teleportal, enters some kind of building and descends to its basement where he speaks to a figure in a glass case: Sally!? Also some fan art: two pics of Sally & Bunnie (both NBD), and one of Sally as a dominatrix (!). NOTES FROM THE NET: that's the heading suggested for comix- related posts to a.f.s-h by none other than Paul Castiglia of Archie Comics. Seems P.C. thinks that NftN would make a good subsection of the Sonic Grams, and said so in a recent post. The idea is that you can post to a.f.s-h, and your post (and e-mail address if you want) will be reprinted in NftN. But ONLY if you specify that it's for NftN. Apparently Archie Comics is still getting a feel for whether they should go ahead with the plan, so let's see some support for it! Hmmm, wonder if Sally's e-mail address is princess@frdmftrs.mobius.org ? COMIC PUBLISHERS: For subscriptions and back issues--US & Canada: Archie Comics 325 Fayette Avenue Mamaroneck, NY 10543 (914) 381-5155. $15.00/year US monthly $18.00/year CAN monthly For subscriptions and back issues--United Kingdom (Fleetway Editions comics): Sonic The Comic Subscription Dept. OR Back Issue Zone Aim Ltd. P.O. Box 10 Pallion Industrial Estate Sunderland, SR4 6SN UNITED KINGDOM 01144-91-5102290 L28.60 (=28 pounds, 60 pence)/year UK fortnightly L45.00/year Europe fortnightly L47.00/year Overseas surface mail fortnightly L55.00/year Overseas airmail fortnightly C. OTHER SOURCES Michael Teitelbaum, _Sonic the Hedgehog_ (c)1993; _Sonic the Hedgehog: Robotnik's Revenge_ (c)1994; _Sonic the Hedgehog: Fortress of Fear_ (c)1994: Mahwah, New Jersey: Troll Associates. _Sonic the Hedgehog_ synopsis: COMING SOON _Sonic the Hedgehog: Robotnik's Revenge_ synopsis: one of the Knothole freedom fighters is captured by Robotnik and used as bait to lure Sonic into a trap. In this case, the victim is Bunnie, and the story supposedly explains how she came to be partially roboticized. This account is at odds with the explanation in the comics. In addition, both Uncle Chuck and Muttski in this book has been successfully deroboticized, which conflicts with "Sonic Conversion" and, in fact, the rest of the second season. _Sonic the Hedgehog: Fortress of Fear_ synopsis: COMING SOON OVERSEAS BOOKS: Martin Adams, _Sonic the Hedgehog and the Silicon Warriors_ (c)1993; _Sonic the Hedgehog in Castle Robotnik_ (c)1994; _Sonic the Hedgehog in the Fourth Dimension_ (c)1993; _Sonic the Hedgehog in Robotnik's Laboratory_ (c)1993: London: Virgin. From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 25 01:58:13 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA22945 for sonic-ll; Sat, 25 Mar 1995 01:57:58 -0500 Received: from acmex.gatech.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA22940 for ; Sat, 25 Mar 1995 01:57:56 -0500 From: gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu Received: (from gt6005a@localhost) by acmex.gatech.edu (8.6.11/8.6.11) id CAA04405 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Sat, 25 Mar 1995 02:06:52 -0500 Message-Id: <199503250706.CAA04405@acmex.gatech.edu> Subject: Tolouse's Story, Part 2 To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Sat, 25 Mar 1995 02:06:52 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] Content-Type: text Content-Length: 5752 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Tolouse's Story A Sonic the Hedgehog story by Kris Kelley This story is protected by copyright laws. Feel free to distribute this story, but the author does not allow any unauthorized alteration of the story or distrubition for profit. Part 2. The next day. Somewhere deep within the Great Forest. The hovercar was dying. Apparantly the run-in with the robot patrollers had caused more damage than they had realized. Shirley wasn't sure how much longer it would run. About 20 minutes later, she was sure. No longer. The engines cut off, and the hovercar plowed into the ground. Shirley cradled Tolouse as everybody was thrown forward by the crash. Nobody was hurt. At least, not physically. Shirley wrestled the doors open, and the 20 or so refugees exited the hovercar. All were scared, most were crying, nobody knew what was to happen next. All eyes were on Shirley. "Shirley, tell us, please. Do you know what on Mobius is going on here?" Shirley looked at them wearily, holding Tolouse in her arms. "I don't know. Jean was in the palace when it happened, and he called me just before---" She looked away as a tear rolled down the fur of her cheek. "I don't know." Then an idea came to her. "The radio!" Shirley got into the hovercar, and switched on the radio, praying it still worked. It did. The commercial frequencies were nothing but static, so she switched to the frequencies used by the Palace Guard. She picked up voices on one of the channels. She fine-tuned it and turned up the volume for all to hear. A deep, evil voice sounded through the hovercar's speakers. "Snively, is it done yet?!" This was answered by a higher-pitched voice. "Yes, sir. SWAT-Bots have travelled through all sections of the city, and virtually all citizens have---" "Snively, what do you mean by, 'virtually'?" There was a hesitation. "Well, sir, it...appears there were some attempts at escape...various reports show that---" The deep voice interupted again. "SNIVELY!! I *trust* this is being taken care of?!" "Y-y-yes, sir. Hover-bots are patrolling the Great Forest for any signs of refugees. I...I promise you, sir, if there are any refugees, they will be captured." "Good, Snively, good. Continue." A note of relief was heard in the higher-pitched voice. "Thank you, sir." Nothing but static afterwards. Shirley switched off the radio and looked at the frightened faces around her. She realized they were unsure of what to do, and were looking to her for guidance. She sighed heavily, resting her head against the windshield. Gods of Mobius, what am I to do? "Mommy?" She looked down at Tolouse. Although they were still glazed with fear, there was expectation in his eyes as well. She sighed again. If she didn't help them survive, who would? Like it or not, she thought, I've been chosen to get us through this mess. Lucky me. Shirley climbed out of the hovercar and looked around, trying to determine what they needed to do. Ah! That was it. She cleared her throat, and tried to make her voice sound as confident as possible. It wasn't easy. "Well...it, uh, looks like we're going to be here for a while, and we've got work to do. We'll need to hide the hovercar, and we'll have to dig some burrows to hide ourselves in. If those 'hover- bots', whatever they are, are looking for us, we're going to have to live underground." She studied the ground, then began digging with her bare paws. "Come on!" she persuaded. A few joined her at first, and then eventually everybody was helping, even little Tolouse. Shirley watched him, sadly. Is this how he is going to grow up, without a father, as a refugee? Tears wet the fur of her cheeks. By nightfall, the hovercar had been covered over with foliage, and they had enough burrows for everyone to sleep in, safely hidden from any surveillance above. That night, Shirley and Tolouse were awakened by a loud roar. Overhead, hover-bots were continuing their search through the Great Forest. Shirley grabbed Tolouse and crawled as far back into the burrow as she could. "What is that, Mommy?" Tolouse screamed, crying. "It's okay, baby, it's okay." Shirley said, rocking him back and forth. She and the others had been careful to see that the burrows and the hovercar were as camouflaged as possible. Still, she just knew that those machines would stop, and any minute they would be flushed out of the burrows and taken away. It didn't happen. Soon the roar quieted to a whisper, and then was gone. The hover-bots had moved elsewhere. Shirley could not hold it in any longer, and tears flowed as she thought of Jean, Tolouse, and what their lives were to become. Eventually, sleep returned, and Shirley slumped against the side of the burrow, holding tightly onto the sleeping Tolouse. * * * And this is how their new life began, as refugees of the Great Forest. to be continued -- *******Robin Hood (Kris Kelley) gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu***************** * fnord-42-froinlaven-cowabunga-the truth is out there-get out-spin dash * * are you pondering what I'm pondering?-welcome to the next level-yars!! * * finish him!-i hope i've shown you how to treat a lady-i'm a character! * ************************************************************************** * "Don't care what people say / Just follow your own way." - Enigma * * "I'm not sure that the world would be ready for 2 of me!" - P. O'Toole * * "Life: Am I taking this too personally?" - me * ************************************************************************** From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 25 14:09:52 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA23967 for sonic-ll; Sat, 25 Mar 1995 14:07:33 -0500 Received: from unix.infoserve.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA23962 for ; Sat, 25 Mar 1995 14:07:29 -0500 Received: from localhost (bradc@localhost) by unix.infoserve.net (8.6.5/8.6.5) id LAA08139; Sat, 25 Mar 1995 11:22:56 -0800 Date: Sat, 25 Mar 1995 11:22:56 -0800 (PST) From: Brad Clark Subject: Missing Fingers? To: sonic@sard.mv.net cc: sonic@sard.mv.net In-Reply-To: <9503241416.AA15925@edmund> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Hi all! I was thumbing through some of the comics the other day, and noticed that sometimes the characters have four fingers, and sometimes five. Anyone know how many they are really supposed to have? I see in the most recent issues of the comics, Sonic and Tails have five, but Sally only has four. Even the pictures on the game boxes are contradictory. Sonic on the Sonic I box has 5 fingers, on the Spinball game he cleary has four. Hmmm.... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Brad D Clark Orwin Raccoon (IRC/Furtoonia) main--> bradc@unix.infoserve.net alts-->brad.clark@haven.ship.net Fido 1:153/969 bradclark@blaze.helix.net ------------------------------------------------------------------------ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 25 15:23:57 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA24248 for sonic-ll; Sat, 25 Mar 1995 15:21:43 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id PAA24243 for ; Sat, 25 Mar 1995 15:21:42 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id OAA25477 for ; Sat, 25 Mar 1995 14:27:50 -0600 Received: from slip-2-1.ots.utexas.edu (slip-2-1.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.204.101]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id OAA01316 for ; Sat, 25 Mar 1995 14:26:26 -0600 Message-Id: <199503252026.OAA01316@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Sat, 25 Mar 1995 14:27:59 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: Re: Missing Fingers? X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >Hi all! > >I was thumbing through some of the comics the other day, and noticed that >sometimes the characters have four fingers, and sometimes five. Anyone >know how many they are really supposed to have? I see in the most recent >issues of the comics, Sonic and Tails have five, but Sally only has four. >Even the pictures on the game boxes are contradictory. Sonic on the >Sonic I box has 5 fingers, on the Spinball game he cleary has four. Hmmm.... According to the pilot show for "Bonkers" about 2(?) years ago, toons traditionally have 4 fingers, which is how they discovered a human under all that fire and brim- stone, pencil-pushing, antitoon maniac. I guess that makes some of the characters fake toons (NOT!)! Then again, it could be a matter of artistic license. Apparently, Sega of America, Archie Comics, and DiC aren't under all the same rules (obviously), so something probably slipped through here and there where the artists tried to give the toon characters a believable amount of fingers. Can't imagine what life would be like without an opposable thumb, though I'm somewhat biased by evolution and not being a furry. How many fingers do you see? We may never know. ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA An Indoctrinated Sonic T. Hedgehog Story Author "But I guess some things are better left in the past." -Sally, quote from "The Temporal Syndrome" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 25 22:51:30 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA24952 for sonic-ll; Sat, 25 Mar 1995 22:49:19 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA24947 for ; Sat, 25 Mar 1995 22:49:17 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.11/8.6.11) with SMTP id WAA10302 for ; Sat, 25 Mar 1995 22:58:34 -0500 Date: Sat, 25 Mar 1995 22:58:14 -0500 (EST) From: Ron Bauerle To: sonic@sard.mv.net CC: BAUERLE@engr.erie.ge.com Message-Id: <950325225814.3670@engr.erie.ge.com> Subject: Re: "Evolution of a Predator" (2/2) Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) >A predator must be swift and agile... I hope this "predator" theme isn't going to lead eventually to an "absolute-power-corrupting-absolutely" story... > About three minutes later, David compiled all the information >he could find regarding faster-than-light travel. Nanite technology and Techno-babble I can swallow, but matter moving faster than light through an atmosphere is too much for me :^) RDB From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sat Mar 25 22:57:39 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA24973 for sonic-ll; Sat, 25 Mar 1995 22:55:35 -0500 Received: from ns.ge.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id WAA24968 for ; Sat, 25 Mar 1995 22:55:34 -0500 Received: from engr.erie.ge.com ([3.14.4.3]) by ns.ge.com (8.6.11/8.6.11) with SMTP id XAA10461 for ; Sat, 25 Mar 1995 23:04:51 -0500 Date: Sat, 25 Mar 1995 23:04:09 -0500 (EST) From: Ron Bauerle To: sonic@sard.mv.net CC: BAUERLE@engr.erie.ge.com Message-Id: <950325230409.3670@engr.erie.ge.com> Subject: Re: All Sorts of Stuff Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >Date: Tue, 21 Mar 1995 04:06:13 +1000 >From: Chris Baird >How's the name pronounced exactly? Loo-pay >Further back in the archives.. >>> Still, there were some good looking females in that series . . . > > Better than the following? :^) > > Sally > > Bunnie > > Lupe (sp?) > > That other wolf? furrie almost roboticized at the beginning of No Brainer > > Anybody notice any others? > > RDB >You're a bad influence on the innocent minds of sonic-l, Bauerle. :) ^^^^^^^^ I don't know whether to say "at least I'm not posting about the dirty Sonic .gifs" or ask "have you stopped reading alt.tv.tiny-toon.fandom?" Both meant with a :^), I think :^) RDB From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 26 00:29:16 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA25328 for sonic-ll; Sun, 26 Mar 1995 00:27:12 -0500 Received: from acmex.gatech.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA25323 for ; Sun, 26 Mar 1995 00:27:10 -0500 From: gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu Received: (from gt6005a@localhost) by acmex.gatech.edu (8.6.11/8.6.11) id AAA22698 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Sun, 26 Mar 1995 00:36:27 -0500 Message-Id: <199503260536.AAA22698@acmex.gatech.edu> Subject: Tolouse's Story, Part 3 To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Sun, 26 Mar 1995 00:36:27 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] Content-Type: text Content-Length: 6004 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Tolouse's Story A Sonic the Hedgehog story by Kris Kelley This story is protected by copyright laws. Feel free to distribute this story, but the author does not allow any unauthorized alteration of the story or distribution for profit. Part 3. Time went on, and the small band of refugees did the best they could to keep living. * * * The 23 survivors began to pool their knowledge together, and slowly, a village was born. The crude burrows they had slept in the first night became a complex system of underground rooms and hallways. They learned what plants could be used for food and medicine, and some of the people even had hunting skills. The hovercar had had the incredible luck of crashing near a small brook, so water was available as well. It was not the city life they had known, but it was one they could live. The hovercar's radio provided their only way of knowing what was going on. The hovercar's batteries were soon dead, but luck continued to help them, as one of the group fashioned a hand-cranked generator out of parts from the hovercar. By monitoring the Palace Guard and other radio frequencies that Jean had had access to, they learned what was happening to Mobotropolis, and it chilled them to the bone. Shirley realized that she would never see Jean again, and her heart broke even more. As the years went on, the refugees' life became routine. They tried to live as normally as they could, but it was in perpetual fear of being found. The slightest noise from above would send everyone scurrying underground, and nobody ever dared to venture far from the village. Nobody, that is, except for an energetic, young fox. Tolouse was the only child in the group, and he grew up quickly in the underground village. His mother had been hesitant to tell him exactly what had happened, but finally, she did. One night, when Tolouse was seven, she sat down with him and explained why they were living in the forest, why they were always hiding, and what she was sure had happened to Jean. Tolouse had listened, asking no questions. When she had left his room, he had crawled into bed, but sleep did not come until late in the night. He thought about what his mother had told him, and then he thought about his life here and the fear that seemed to dictate what to do. Finally, just before sleep came, he became determined to do something about it. He didn't know how, but he would find a way to help them. * * * Nearly nine years after their escape, Shirley and the others noticed that the transmissions they were picking up on the radio had taken on a new tone. There was talk of a band of "freedom fighters" somewhere in the Great Forest who were apparently putting up a good fight for Robotnik. Shirley could not see how such a thing was even feasible, but other villagers cheered the possibility of Robotnik being brought down, however remote that possibility was. Some time after these new developments occurred, the transmissions ceased all together. It was reasoned that they were probably being scrambled now, to keep these "freedom fighters" from picking them up as well. Tolouse, who was now 13, had heard about the transmissions, too. Almost immediately, he knew that this was his chance to help his mother and the villagers, the way he had wanted to do for six years now. He wanted to find this place, this "Knothole" that was mentioned in the transmissions. He wanted to see Robotnik pay for taking his father and making his mother fear for her life almost daily. He wanted to be a freedom fighter. "You want to *what*?" Shirley asked. "Mother, everyday I look around here and I see us living like prisoners because of that...jerk, Robotnik. I want to do something about it. I want to find this Knothole place and help them fight him!" "Tolouse, think! Robotnik has taken over the entire civilization, on both continents! Do you really believe that a small group of people can put up a war against somebody like that? With all his robots and technology to back him up??" Tolouse looked away in frustration. "But we're not even trying! You won't even let me walk out into the forest on my own. I'm sick of just sitting here when something could be done about it. Anything!" Tolouse turned towards her. "Mother, I don't want to live like this!" Shirley looked at her son. He was no longer the frightened baby she had fled Mobotropolis with, all those years ago. A tear came to her eye. "How would you even know where to go?" Tolouse sighed. "I don't. But the more I think about it, the more I want to at least try. Please, Mother." Tolouse looked into his mother's eyes. "I've got to try." Shirley knew that her son's mind was made up. The tears came freely, now. "Okay, Tolouse. Okay." She hugged him as tightly as she could. The next day, before the Mobian sun had risen, he was gone. He had packed some food and had said one last goodbye to his mother. Then, looking out into the Great Forest, he began walking. Shirley spent most of the day in her room, crying. She had lost her husband to the cruelty of Ivo Robotnik. Now, she feared that she had lost her son as well. to be continued -- *******Robin Hood (Kris Kelley) gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu***************** * fnord-42-froinlaven-cowabunga-the truth is out there-get out-spin dash * * are you pondering what I'm pondering?-welcome to the next level-yars!! * * finish him!-i hope i've shown you how to treat a lady-i'm a character! * ************************************************************************** * "Don't care what people say / Just follow your own way." - Enigma * * "I'm not sure that the world would be ready for 2 of me!" - P. O'Toole * * "Life: Am I taking this too personally?" - me * ************************************************************************** From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 26 01:08:12 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA26296 for sonic-ll; Sun, 26 Mar 1995 01:06:09 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA26291 for ; Sun, 26 Mar 1995 01:06:07 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id AAA08246 for ; Sun, 26 Mar 1995 00:12:56 -0600 Received: from slip-8-8.ots.utexas.edu (slip-8-8.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.128.56]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id AAA08467 for ; Sun, 26 Mar 1995 00:12:12 -0600 Message-Id: <199503260612.AAA08467@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Sun, 26 Mar 1995 00:11:55 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: Re: "Evolution of a Predator" (2/2) X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >Nanite technology and Techno-babble I can swallow, but matter moving >faster than light through an atmosphere is too much for me :^) What are navigational deflectors used for on the NCC-1701D for? To disperse the micro and macroparticles that would otherwise destroy the ship. David has a nav deflector array. ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA An Indoctrinated Sonic T. Hedgehog Story Author "But I guess some things are better left in the past." -Sally, quote from "The Temporal Syndrome" n5una@mail.utexas.edu _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Sun Mar 26 11:17:05 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA26873 for sonic-ll; Sun, 26 Mar 1995 11:14:55 -0500 Received: from kitten.mcs.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA26868 for ; Sun, 26 Mar 1995 11:14:49 -0500 Received: from mailbox.mcs.com (Mailbox.mcs.com [192.160.127.87]) by kitten.mcs.com (8.6.10/8.6.9) with SMTP id KAA23165 for ; Sun, 26 Mar 1995 10:24:04 -0600 Received: by mailbox.mcs.com (/\==/\ Smail3.1.28.1 #28.5) id ; Sun, 26 Mar 95 10:17 CST Received: by twty.chi.il.us id 059PG004 Sun, 26 Mar 95 03:45:03 From: craig.moore@twty.chi.il.us Message-ID: <9503260345.059PG00@twty.chi.il.us> Date: Sun, 26 Mar 95 03:45:03 Subject: Re: "evolution of a predator" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Organization: [ 20/20 BBS Chicago 312.769.2020 ] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: If I remember right, there IS a theory on that fact that it is indeed possable but It been a while and I may be wrong. Craig / Tails From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 27 00:18:22 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA28802 for sonic-ll; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 00:16:00 -0500 Received: from acmex.gatech.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA28796 for ; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 00:15:58 -0500 From: gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu Received: (from gt6005a@localhost) by acmex.gatech.edu (8.6.11/8.6.11) id AAA23460 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 00:25:29 -0500 Message-Id: <199503270525.AAA23460@acmex.gatech.edu> Subject: Sonic ASCII art? To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Mon, 27 Mar 1995 00:25:29 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] Content-Type: text Content-Length: 917 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Hello, all. Does anybody know of any Sonic ASCII art, other than that pic that's in the FAQ? I'm hoping to find a pic for most if not all the Freedom Fighters for a project in FurToonia I'm working on. Thanx in advance---Kris/Tolouse -- *******Robin Hood (Kris Kelley) gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu***************** * fnord-42-froinlaven-cowabunga-the truth is out there-get out-spin dash * * are you pondering what I'm pondering?-welcome to the next level-yars!! * * finish him!-i hope i've shown you how to treat a lady-i'm a character! * ************************************************************************** * "Don't care what people say / Just follow your own way." - Enigma * * "I'm not sure that the world would be ready for 2 of me!" - P. O'Toole * * "Life: Am I taking this too personally?" - me * ************************************************************************** From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 27 02:28:57 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA29232 for sonic-ll; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 02:28:35 -0500 Received: from er5.rutgers.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA29227 for ; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 02:28:33 -0500 Received: (from empire@localhost) by er5.rutgers.edu (8.6.8.1+bestmx+oldruq+newsunq/8.6.6) id CAA23648 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 02:38:02 -0500 Date: Mon, 27 Mar 95 2:38:00 EST From: Michael Kraft To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: sonic newsgroup... Message-ID: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: What exactly is the full name for this newsgroup? Also has anyone found out the actual reason Sonic was canceled by ABC? Michael Kraft (empire@eden.rutgers.edu) Computer Engineering Student Rutgers University, NJ, USA From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 27 08:36:42 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA29750 for sonic-ll; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 08:36:34 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA29745 for ; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 08:36:31 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA01826; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 08:46:01 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA01967; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 08:46:06 -0500 Message-Id: <9503271346.AA01967@edmund> Subject: Re: sonic newsgroup... To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Mon, 27 Mar 1995 08:46:05 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: from "Michael Kraft" at Mar 27, 95 02:38:00 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > What exactly is the full name for this newsgroup? > I don't know that it has a "name" to tell you the truth. > Also has anyone found out the actual reason Sonic was canceled by ABC? > I've been meaning to contact DiC and/or ABC to ask, but here's the scuttlebutt verson: DiC went ahead and began putting Sonic animation art (cels, etc.) on the market without checking with Sega Incorporated. Sega whereupon took umbrage, words were exchanged, and the show became a victim of the fighting (can you say "anal retentive"?). Makes a good story, anyway. We now return you to your regularly scheduled rodent. ================================================================ || ___------__ || || |\__-- /\ _- || Daniel J. Drazen || | / __ _ || drazen@andrews.edu || //\ / \ /__ || || | o| 0|__ --_ || Custodian of one of the Sonic || \\____-- __ \ ___ - || the Hedgehog FAQ Files || (@@ __/ / /_ || || -_____--- --_ || ASCII Sonic by Han J. Lee ================================================================ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 27 08:41:28 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA29792 for sonic-ll; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 08:41:27 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA29787 for ; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 08:41:25 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA01925; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 08:50:55 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA02256; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 08:51:00 -0500 Message-Id: <9503271351.AA02256@edmund> Subject: Re: Sonic ASCII art? To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Mon, 27 Mar 1995 08:51:00 -0500 (EST) In-Reply-To: <199503270525.AAA23460@acmex.gatech.edu> from "gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu" at Mar 27, 95 00:25:29 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: > > Does anybody know of any Sonic ASCII art, other than that pic that's in > the FAQ? I'm hoping to find a pic for most if not all the Freedom Fighters > for a project in FurToonia I'm working on. > > Thanx in advance---Kris/Tolouse > I only obtained Han Lee's ASCII Sonic because I put out a request on rec.arts.ascii and it got posted. The poster also said that Lee's Sonic was the first and the best Sonic she'd seen -- there were others but they were "pretty lame." Unless someone figures out how to gray scale pictures of Sonic characters, I don't hold out much hope. We now return you to your regularly scheduled rodent. ================================================================ || ___------__ || || |\__-- /\ _- || Daniel J. Drazen || | / __ _ || drazen@andrews.edu || //\ / \ /__ || || | o| 0|__ --_ || Custodian of one of the Sonic || \\____-- __ \ ___ - || the Hedgehog FAQ Files || (@@ __/ / /_ || || -_____--- --_ || ASCII Sonic by Han J. Lee ================================================================ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 27 08:52:15 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA29825 for sonic-ll; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 08:52:14 -0500 Received: from mail02.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA29820 for ; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 08:52:13 -0500 From: Benny7dude@aol.com Received: by mail02.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA255372880; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 09:01:20 -0500 Date: Mon, 27 Mar 1995 09:01:20 -0500 Message-Id: <950327090118_62435470@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Missing Fingers? Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: For anthropomorphisized cartoon characters, 3 fingers and a thumb have always been preferred, going back to as early (if not earlier) as the 1920's Felix The Cat animated cartoons and of course Mickey Mouse and friends in the 1930's. I believe it's preferred for two reasons: one, it's more aesthetically pleasing to the eyes; and two: it's easier to animate. We really, REALLY wanted to have Sonic drawn with four fingers and a thumb in the Archie SONIC comics, but SEGA wouldn't let us. They didn't understand our position, as stated above. Paul Castiglia, former Sonic comic editor From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 27 11:46:10 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA00486 for sonic-ll; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 11:46:02 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA00481 for ; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 11:46:00 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id LAA10070; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 11:49:45 -0500 Date: Mon, 27 Mar 1995 11:49:45 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Sonic ASCII art? In-Reply-To: <199503270525.AAA23460@acmex.gatech.edu> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Mon, 27 Mar 1995 gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu wrote: > Does anybody know of any Sonic ASCII art, other than that pic that's in > the FAQ? I'm hoping to find a pic for most if not all the Freedom Fighters > for a project in FurToonia I'm working on. I've not seen any others, but you might want to ask around in the ascii-art newsgroups. And if anyone wants to play around with two GIF-to-ASCII converters, just let me know. You must be able to run DOS programs to use them. |-- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ---- acme@use.usit.net -----| | A! JW2 WAR++ PI~ BR+i SL++++i SK+++ RI++^ RU+ GDF BU+ MI- MM KK-- | | P++ D $++ E59 Ee5 Eee35 TRita Ay68 M | | "Freedom Fighters are #1!" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | |-- A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! ------------------------------| From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 27 11:47:14 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA00506 for sonic-ll; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 11:47:14 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA00501 for ; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 11:47:12 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id LAA10107; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 11:50:57 -0500 Date: Mon, 27 Mar 1995 11:50:56 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: sonic newsgroup... In-Reply-To: Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Mon, 27 Mar 1995, Michael Kraft wrote: > What exactly is the full name for this newsgroup? It's alt.fan.sonic-hedgehog. |-- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ---- acme@use.usit.net -----| | A! JW2 WAR++ PI~ BR+i SL++++i SK+++ RI++^ RU+ GDF BU+ MI- MM KK-- | | P++ D $++ E59 Ee5 Eee35 TRita Ay68 M | | "Freedom Fighters are #1!" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | |-- A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! ------------------------------| From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 27 11:50:32 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA00563 for sonic-ll; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 11:50:31 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA00558 for ; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 11:50:29 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id LAA11370; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 11:54:14 -0500 Date: Mon, 27 Mar 1995 11:54:14 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Sonic ASCII art? In-Reply-To: <9503271351.AA02256@edmund> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Mon, 27 Mar 1995, Dan Drazen wrote: > Unless someone figures out how to gray scale pictures of Sonic > characters, I don't hold out much hope. I've got a rather impressive collection of graphics tools. I'm sure at least one will convert any color image to grayshades. I'll double-check that later. |-- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ---- acme@use.usit.net -----| | A! JW2 WAR++ PI~ BR+i SL++++i SK+++ RI++^ RU+ GDF BU+ MI- MM KK-- | | P++ D $++ E59 Ee5 Eee35 TRita Ay68 M | | "Freedom Fighters are #1!" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | |-- A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! ------------------------------| From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 27 12:11:33 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA00673 for sonic-ll; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 12:11:32 -0500 Received: from huey.csun.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA00668 for ; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 12:11:29 -0500 Received: from localhost (vboao0f2@localhost) by huey.csun.edu (8.6.4/8.6.4) id JAA11520; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 09:17:32 -0800 Date: Mon, 27 Mar 1995 09:14:42 +0800 (PST) From: Sonic the Hedgehog Subject: World's Largest Archives To: SonicMail Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: >From Sonic The Hedgehog, GOOD NEWS! I will be able to upload the archive to the ftp site. HEY, where are you, Ratman? Do you have enuf space for the files? Let me know! So I can upload the images to the right directory and the sort. Chat at you people later. Sonic The Hedgehog World's Largest Sonic Art Archives OWNER/CURATOR/COLLECTOR Bryant Melesko P.S.: WWW page will be updated in a few weeks, stay tuned. From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Mon Mar 27 14:30:42 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA01089 for sonic-ll; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 14:30:02 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA01081 for ; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 14:29:59 -0500 Received: from usr2.primenet.com (usr2.primenet.com [198.68.32.12]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.11/wjp-h2.0) with ESMTP id MAA03197 for ; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 12:39:39 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr2.primenet.com (8.6.11/wjp-c2.0) id MAA07366; Mon, 27 Mar 1995 12:39:38 -0700 Date: Mon, 27 Mar 1995 12:39:29 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: The Experiment Part 1 Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Greetings All! I know its been awhile since I posted, but I'm back! For those of you who have been screaming at me for a new story (I forgive you :>) here is part 1 of "The Experiment". A story loosly based on one of my favorite video games, "Burn: Cycle" for the CD-i system. Opinions are always welcomed. Enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "What happens when you cross a lawyer with a godfather?" "You get an offer you can't understand!" --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lawyer jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Mon, 27 Mar 1995 12:31:59 -0700 From: rotor@usr2.primenet.com Sonic the Hedgehog: The Experiment by David Pistone The author of this work will accept questions and comments at the following addresses: rotor@primenet.com bookshire@aol.com This work is protected under copyright law. THe author grants his permission for free, unedited, unaltared distribution of this work. Any and all other uses of this work including the sale of it for money, is strictly prohibited. based on characters created by Service and Games (SEGA),Inc. and on characters created by Archie Comic Publications, Inc. Story: A lone shuttle flew through the night skies. On board, Packbell sat in the pilots seat with a grim expression on his face. He had been called back to Robotropolis to perform one of the lowest services anybody could be asked to perform, new prisoner orientation. Normally, when a large group of rebels were captured, they were officially charged with treason against Robotnik, found guilty and sentenced to the robotizizer after an agonizingly long stay in the holding cells. Normally, a Swat-bot was assigned to give the orientation, but, for some reason, Packbell had been selected for this duty. As a First Class Commander, prisoner orientation was listed under his job duties, but he was rarely assigned it because both he and Robotnik knew there were better things Packbell could be doing with his time. Packbell sighed as he set the shuttle down in a landing bay. Stopping by his quarters to grab his dress cloak, he headed to the prisoner orientation chamber. The chamber was massive. It had fifty rows of benches facing a raised podium. Behind the podium was a large screen on which could be displayed the many terrible robotization and interrigation recordings that were always made. Packbell stood behind the podium and waited patiently. Soon, Swat-bots began escorting rebel freedom fighters into the room. It was the typical scene that Packbell was so used to. Some silent, some crying, some glaring at him in defiance, families holding to one another. How pathetic, thought Packbell. Soon, the entire group was sitting in front of him. He began to speak from the script that sat in his memory. "As a Commander in the Robotropolis Central Command, it is my duty to inform you that you have all been charged with treason against the Emporor of Mobius, Ivo Robotnik." At those words, some leaped up and began shouting words of defiance. Packbell rarely listened to such nonsense. The Swat-bots quickly silenced them by shooting warning shots over the heads of the crowd. When the crowd quieted down, he continued. "Haveing been so charged, you have been tried based on an evaluation of your general behavior, and have, consequently been found guilty. You are therefore sentenced to the robotizizer after intense interrigation, and a stay in our holding cells until such time as we need more worker-bots." At this some began trembling in fear, while some still haven't recovered from the shock of what was happening. Suddenly, a raccoon who had apparently snapped from the stress, jumped up and made a desprate run for the door. Before anybody could react, Packbell pulled a laser rifle and shot three blasts, each of which slammed into the prisoner, throwing him against the wall where he collapsed in a lifeless heap. The prisoners stared in shock and terror at Packbell, who was still holding the smoking rifle. "Anyone else feel like dying tonight?" he asked, placing the rifle back under the podium "if so, please feel free to make a run for any of the exits provided. While you're here, there's one thing you need to understand. I care nothing for your futile little lives, and I have no reservations about relieving you of each and every one of them." He turned to the Swat-bots. "Take them away," he ordered. As the Swat-bots began to excort the prisoners from the room, Packbell suddenly had an idea. "Wait!" he yelled. The Swat-bots stopped where they were. In a single sweep of the room, he analized each prisoner individualy. After make delibrate calculations, he arrived at a conclusion. "Take the twenty prisoners in the back row to my experiment holding cells," he ordered. "Acknowleged," responded the bots. Packbell was getting tired of experimenting on worker-bots. Some live subjects might just provide some better results. He doubted that any of the prisoners would survive the proccess, but then, that was their problem. Packbell left the prison block and headed for the Scientific Research Building. Sir Charles Hedgehog was widely know among the resistance for his logical attitude and somber manner when it came to getting a job done. What was not well known was that a part of him always craved living life on the edge, and playing the part of a Freedom Fighter spy deep inside Robotropolis was about as close to the edge as one could get without falling over completely. Not that he took the job lightly, he was always very serious about it, because if he were ever found out, he'd be interrogated and either reprogrammed or sent to the scrap pile. Having finished his duty cycle, he quietly slipped away from the other worker-bots and went to the his hideout to continue with a few things he had to do. First, however, he sat down in front of his computer and tapped into the section were Commanders post their daily progress reports to see if anything remotely important had happened. As he scrolled down the list, everything appeared to be pretty much the same, that is, until he got to Packbell's entry: REPORT #:548722226-457B DESIGNATION: PACKBELL RANK: COMMANDER SUMMARY REPORT FOR: 3-14-35 1900HRS -- SUCCESSFULLY CAPTURED 165 REBELS LOCATED IN GREAT JUNGLE 2100HRS -- PRISONERS PROCCESSED FOLLOWING STANDARD PROCEDURES NO OTHER ACTIVITY END REPORT AUTHORIZATION: 458-5874412-55 This is ridiculous, thought Chuck, if this keeps up, Sally won't have any freedom fighters left to contact even if she does find her father's list. He connected to the prison block records to check on the status of the new prisoners. Some could be rescued if they were being held in the right areas. Looking over the reports, he noticed something unusual. The number of new prisoners proccessed was 145. Chuck stopped and thought a moment. Packbell had reported a score of 165, so someone was off by twenty. The more he thought, the more Chuck began to worry. This was the tenth discrepancy in the records regarding prisoners and worker-bots in the last four months, and, in every error, Packbell had somehow been involved. Chuck realized that something was going on, and he was beginning to think that not even Robotnik might know. Calling a messenger bird to him, Chuck dispatched a message to the Great Forest. Deep in the Great Forest, in Knothole Village, the freedom fighters slept soundly. The small bird flew, unnoticed, down past various huts until it came to rest in the window of the hut belonging to Princess Sally. Sally lay in bed next to the window in a sound sleep. The bird began chirping rather loudly until Sally groggily woke up to see what the problem was. Going to the window, she took the note from the bird and read it as the bird flew away. To Knothole Freedom Fighters, Prisoners have been disappearing en route between their orientation and the prison block. Suspect Packbell is taking them to an unknown location for some purpose. Request any ideas on what to do. Respond ASAP Sally looked at the clock on the wall. No matter how serious such a problem was, no one was going to have good, suggestive ideas at this hour. Folding the note and placing it on her nightstand, Sally went back to bed and would handle it first thing in the morning. Packbell walked into a chamber deep in his research center. In the center was a long table with shackles on it. Above it, hanging from the ceiling was a semi-circular piece of metal which appeared to have laser scanners attached to it, which could be moved up and down the length of the table. At one end of the room was a large display screen, and at the other end was a large set of controls facing the table. Packbell went behind the controls and sat down. Pressing his hand to a sensor on the panel, he powered the system. For a few moments, he sat listening as the machine quietly sucked power from the Central Power Core to serve his secret, twisted purposes. Suddenly, the door to the room opened and two Swat-bots entered, escorting a frightened looking badger who they promptly strapped down to the table. "Greetings, citizen," said Packbell in a voice so friendly, it would fool all but the most cautious "You might as well stop struggling, you can't leave." The badger calmed after awhile and simply glared at Packbell. "Now, don't be like that," continued Packbell, still speaking as though he were the badger's comrade "Just because you've been found guilty of treason doesn't mean that we can't be friends. In fact, you should feel honored that you're here instead of back in the prison block. You see, you have been chosen to take part in an experiment that will change the way people think of computers and robotics forever. First, however, I despise having to call you 'prisoner' so why don't you introduce yourself." After glaring at Packbell for a moment, the badger responded. "My name's Hugo," he said. "Hugo? Pleased to meet you, I'm Packbell, but you already know that," said Packbell, smiling. "Now then," Packbell continued "Let's get down to business. All you have to do for this experiment is to lie perfectly still." Packbell pushed a few buttons on the panel, as the laser scanners began glowing. "Oh, by the way," said Packbell "Good Luck." The laser scanners came on and shot down onto the badger. The scanners moved down the length of the subject, examining each and every inch of him. "Preliminary suject analysis complete," the computer reported. "Proceed to phase two, neural pathway analysis," ordered Packbell. The lasers changed color as they moved up towards the badger's head and stopped. They began an intense scan of the badger's brain. "Analysis complete." "Begin Upload Processing analysis." The lasers again scanned the badger. "Analysis complete" Packbell pushed a few more buttons on the panel. "Begin full upload procedure." The lasers changed color to red and concentrated all their energy on the badger's mind. On the screen at the far end of the room, was displayed a 3-D wire frame model of the badger and an imense amount of unreadable information. All seemed to be going well for the Commander and he felt a slight tinge of joy at a possible success. Suddenly, the information on the screen changed. "WARNING! NEURAL IMBALANCE DETECTED." "What!!" exclaimed Packbell, he joy turning to shock. "WARNING! NEURAL PATHWAY COLAPSE POSSIBLE." "Shut down the experiment!" screamed Packbell above the noise of the alarms that had sounded as he began frantically pushing buttons on the panel. The badger's body began jerking about violently. "WARNING! NEURAL SYNAPSE COLLAPSE IN PROGRESS" "WARNING! SUBJECT VITAL SIGNS FAILING." Packbell managed to shut off the system. Walking over the badger on the table, he glared at the still slightly twitching body. After standing there for what seemed like an eternity, he turned and went to the comm. panel. "Send some bots in here to dispose of the body, and bring me another subject in one hour," he ordered. Turning off the panel, he walked back to the system controls. "I'm going to get this experiment right if I have to kill every Mobian on the face of the planet!!!" he declared, and began going through the program for the thousanth time looking for bugs. The next morning, the freedom fighters met in the war room to discuss Uncle Chuck's latest message. "The idea that Packbell is kidnapping prisoners for his own twisted purposes is a frightening thought," Sally was saying "We've got to find out what he's doing with them. any ideas?" "Just the obvious one, Sal," responded Sonic "Jam to Robotropolis and find out." "Sonic, you know we can't go running to Robotropolis without a solid plan. We don't even know exactly what we're looking for," Sally said. She turned to Bookshire. "Have you had any luck locating info on this, Bookshire?" she asked. "Not much," he admitted "Packbell has always suspected that someone's been sneaking into the Core so he code-locks all his personal files. I'm examining other areas to see if he forgot something, but it'll take time." "Well, until we have a better idea of what's happening, there's not much we can do," said Sally "Bookshire will continue work on on the computer system, but it might be a good idea to send one or two of us to Robotropolis to follow Packbell and see what he's up to." Later, deep in Robotropolis, Bunnie and Sonic, both having volunteered to follow Packbell, arrived outside the main Command Center. After avoiding the guards, they managed to sneak inside through the ventelation system. After taking many turns and searching many rooms, the team lucked out when they found Packbell. He was in the main control room with Robotnik. "You still haven't answered my question," Robotnik was saying to Snively "Why are there prisoners missing from my holding cells!" "I really don't know sir," responded Snivelly weakly. "Don't give us that!" said Packbell "Do you have any idea how hard its been for me to capture these tratiors lately. I've gone through a lot of trouble to get them and you lose them!" Snively glared at Packbell. He knew that Packbell was at fault, but, with all the trust Robotnik had invested in his finest creation, he would never believe it. "I'll keep looking into it sir," Snively said rather lamely. "You do that," said Robotnik "If you don't find out what happened to them, I'll give you to Packbell for target practice!" "Yes sir," said Snively, as he turned and left. "Why do you keep him around, sir?" asked Packbell. "You know, sometimes I honestly don't know," responded Robotnik. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I have some work to do," said Packbell. "Of course," replies Robotnik. Packbell, walked from the room and out onto the side walk. As he walked down the deserted street, Sonic and Bunnie followed close behind. They followed him to a small building. AS he entered, Sonic and Bunnie stopped outside. "Okay," said Sonic "I'm going to folow him in. You stay out here in case he comes back." "You got it suger-hog," said Bunnie. She crouched in a dark corner of the street as Sonic went into the old building. Sonic crept down the corridor. He looked around, but saw no sign of Packbell. He contiued down the corridor, certain that he'd catch up to Packbell eventually. Bunnie waited patiently behind a garbage can for Sonic or Packbell to emerge. Suddenly, without warning, a metalic hand shot out of the darkness behind her, grabbed her by the back of her neck and lifted her easily off the ground. "Scream and die, rabbit," said a chillingly familiar voice. The arm turned her around and she found herself face to face with Cmdr. Packbell. "Did you really think you could sneak up on someone with a proximity detector?" asked Packbell, smiling. Without answering, Bunnie drove her robotic foot into Packbell's chest. The Commander was unmoved. "Such is the advantage of dent-proof alloys," continued Packbell "Now, why don't we go find your friend." Keeping Bunnie in a tight grip, he returned to the building. Sonic had searched the entire building and found nothing. As he returned to the entrance, a figure appeared in the doorway. "Greetings, hedgehog!" said Packbell "I believe this belongs to you." Packbell held Bunnie firmly in his right hand. "Let her go, metal head!" ordered Sonic as he prepared to rush the commander. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," remarked Packbell "Your distance from me is such that you could never get to me in time to prevent me from breaking this beautiful rabbit's neck. Now, I suggest you stay where you are unless you believe taking me down is worth your friend's death." Sonic stopped where he was knowing that Packbell was right. There was no guarantee he could get to Packbell in time to save Bunnie. "What do you want?" asked Sonic. "Just the two of you," Packbell replied "I've sent a transmission to my team at the Research Center informing them you are on your way. You will go there and allow them to escort you to a special cell I made just for you. If you have any ideas of doubling back, just remember that all I need is to hear your sonic boom and Bunnie is as good as dead. Now go." Sonic wanted nothing more than to rip into Pakbell and tear him apart, but his logic finally won out. He moved past Packbell and ran off towards the center. "You're friend appears to be a very reasonable person," Packbel remarked to Bunnie as they started for the center. "You'll never get away with this," said Bunnie defiantly. Packbell smiled. "Well, well, another satisfied member of the cliche of the month club," he said. In a lightning move, he shifted his grip on her neck, robbing her of her conciousness. He continued walking towards the Research Center where his experiment awaited. Arriving at the Center, Packbell proceeded directly to the holding cells where Sonic sat in a cell guarded by ten Swat-bots. Still keeping the unconcious Bunnie in his grip, he gazed at Sonic through the force field. "What's the deal, Packbell," demanded Sonic "What have you been doing with these 'extra' prisoners?" "That isn't your concern at the moment. However, you'll find out soon enough," said Packbell "It was a tough decision, but I have decided that you will be the next subject for my experiment." Packbell pushed a button on the wall. Suddenly, Sonic cell was filled with sleeping gas. Sonic collapsed to the floor. Packbell turned to one of the bots. "Take the hedgehog to the chamber," he ordered. As Sonic began to wake, he realized he was strapped tightly to a long metal table in the middle of a large room. Looking around, he saw Bunnie in the tight grip of a Swat-bot while Packbell began to power the machine. Sonic struggled to break free, but something was holding him in place. Watching him struggle, Packbell grinned. "Force fields are wonderful things aren't they," he remarked "Just relax. I've worked out all the bugs this time so there shouldn't be any problems. Granted, thats what I thought the last five times I tried it, but this time I'm sure." "Is that what you do with those prisoners?" demanded Bunnie "You experiment on them?" "Of course," answered Packbell, casually "The worker-bots just weren't delivering the results I had hoped for. They kept having neural breakdowns and had to be scrapped. Some saved me the trouble by exploding. Very intersting effects, but they were setbacks just the same." "You're insane, Packbell," yelled Sonic. "Yeah, and you're fast. Do you think I care?" stated Packbell as the system powered up. THe system indicated it's readiness. Packbell paused for a moment and gazes at Sonic, lying strapped to the table. "See you in infinity," he said, simply. He flipped a switch on the panel. Later, that was the last thing Sonic remembered. . . TO BE CONTINUED From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 28 00:58:17 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA06431 for sonic-ll; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 00:58:03 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id AAA06426 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 00:58:01 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id AAA19224 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 00:05:43 -0600 Received: from slip-23-9.ots.utexas.edu (slip-23-9.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.112.25]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id AAA04848 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 00:04:11 -0600 Message-Id: <199503280604.AAA04848@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Tue, 28 Mar 1995 00:03:34 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: Personal Page Work X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Hello y'all! I'm working on a personal web page here at UT-Austin. It doesn't have much right now, but I'm gradually conglomerating knowledge about how HTML works, so I'll see about getting more proficient and geting more on there. Speaking of which, I formally request all of those who have web pages and/or FTP sites related to Sega and/or a certain little blue hedgehog to send me their addresses for use on my web page. This might take a little while, but I'll see that other people can get a connection via me. Thanks in advance, ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA An Indoctrinated Sonic T. Hedgehog Story Author "But I guess some things are better left in the past." -Sally, quote from "The Temporal Syndrome" n5una@mail.utexas.edu and my under construction home page: http://wwwvms.utexas.edu/~n5una/index.html _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 28 02:39:40 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA06633 for sonic-ll; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 02:39:33 -0500 Received: from acmey.gatech.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA06628 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 02:39:31 -0500 From: gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu Received: (from gt6005a@localhost) by acmey.gatech.edu (8.6.11/8.6.11) id CAA08034 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 02:49:16 -0500 Message-Id: <199503280749.CAA08034@acmey.gatech.edu> Subject: Tolouse's Story, the conclusion. To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Tue, 28 Mar 1995 02:49:15 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] Content-Type: text Content-Length: 6694 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Tolouse's Story A Sonic the Hedgehog story by Kris Kelley This story is protected by copyright laws. Feel free to distribute this story, but the author does not allow any unauthorized alteration of the story or distribution for profit. Part 4. Tolouse lay with his head resting on a fallen tree trunk, looking at the night sky and the stars that managed to poke through the dense growth of the Great Forest. It had been three weeks since he had started his quest to find Knothole and the freedom fighters, and his luck had been minimal. He had grown tired and weak, especially since food had not been foremost on his mind lately. Now, as he stared off into space, a sense of futility was beginning to come over him, and he felt helpless. Soon, his mind began to wander, and memories crept up... ..."Honey, wake up!" He felt himself being carried up and out of bed. "Mommy, what's wrong?" "No time, baby..." ..."Shirley! Look ahead!" The whole world went sideways right after that. He had never felt so scared in his life...he started to cry... ...and then his mind wandered back even more... ..."Daddy!" Tolouse ran to his father's open arms. "Careful, Tolouse!" Jean said, laughing. "You'll wrinkle the uniform..." Tears began to well in his eyes. He had not thought of his father much during his time in the underground village, but now, the few memories that he had were coming to him vividly... ..."Okay, just one more button...there. Tolouse, you look splendid!" Jean presented his son to a mirror. Tolouse was dressed in a smaller version of the Palace Guard uniform. Tolouse beamed with pride, and his father smiled. "You'd make a fine Palace Guard, son..." ...and then, one final memory... ..."Mommy, where's Daddy?" "He had to work late tonight, baby. The King is throwing a big party, and your father has to be there." "Aww. Wish I could go to the party." Shirley laughed and picked her son up. "Oh, I just bet you do..." Tolouse wiped his eyes, but the tears continued to flow. Then, his eyes found a star up in the night sky, a star that twinkled a little more brightly than its neighbors, a star that shined a little more stubbornly through the thick network of tree branches. He focused on that star, and slowly, his determination returned. "I *will* find Knothole," he told the star. "You'll see." Tolouse then got up, ate some dinner, and found a place where he could sleep, safely hidden from anything overhead. Before sleep came to him, his vow had been repeated. "I *will* find Knothole." The next morning, Tolouse woke up to find the Mobian sun shining brightly through the trees. He got up and was about to try and scrape together for breakfast when something moved out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see. Somebody was walking through the forest, about 50 feet away from him! Tolouse got up and moved quietly from tree to tree, trying to get a closer look. He saw a middle aged raccoon, walking with a limp. Tolouse considered calling to him, but the fear of the underground village had stayed with him, and he lost nerve. He decided instead to follow the raccoon, hoping against hope that maybe the raccoon could help him find Knothole. * * * Bookshire had been walking through the forest for about an hour when he realized he was being watched. Too many leaves had stirred without wind, and too many branches had moved to attribute to the usual forest animals. He decided to do some backtracking and throw his follower off before returning to Knothole. * * * Tolouse sat on a small boulder, growling with frustration. He had followed the raccoon for what seemed like an eternity, and then the animal had just disappeared. How was he ever going to find Knothole at this rate? * * * Bookshire went over to Sonic's hut and tapped on the door. The blue hedgehog and Knothole's resident folk hero answered the door and said, "Bookshire! How was the walk, bud?" "Listen Sonic, somebody was following me in the forest." "What? Who?" "I don't know but I think I managed to elude whoever it was." "I'll check it out. Be back in a Sonic-second!" Sonic began accelerating in place. "Wait a minute, Sonic, don't you think you should---" but Sonic was already off. Bookshire sighed, completing his statement: "---talk to Sally, first?" He shook his head and chuckled at Sonic's traditional impatience, and then made his way to Sally's hut. * * * Sonic made several quick searches of the areas surrounding Knothole, and something caught his eye. "Hmm, we appear to have us another fox!" He homed in on this new fox's location. * * * Tolouse was walking slowly through the forest, thinking about the raccoon he saw that morning, when a strange noise sounded behind him. He spun around and found himself face to face with a blue hedgehog. He jumped, scared and dumbfounded by the hedgehog's sudden appearance. Tolouse tried to speak but couldn't find his voice, so Sonic spoke first. "So, bud, what brings you to this neck of the woods?" Tolouse tried to speak again, and managed to stammer, "Who, who are you?" "Hey, I'll ask the questions, bud!" But after studying the frightened fox, Sonic decided that his name wouldn't hurt anything. "The name's Sonic, bud. You got one?" Tolouse's mind raced. Sonic! Sonic the Hedgehog! That was the name they kept hearing in the radio transmissions! He'd found them. He'd found the freedom fighters! Tolouse very nearly collapsed in relief, and his heart beat with excitement. Sonic stood, tapping his foot impatiently. "Well?" Tolouse finally found his voice, and with it his determination. "My name is Tolouse. And I want to be a Freedom Fighter." ---The End Tolouse's adventures will continue, in "Run with the Fox." -- *******Robin Hood (Kris Kelley) gt6005a@prism.gatech.edu***************** * fnord-42-froinlaven-cowabunga-the truth is out there-get out-spin dash * * are you pondering what I'm pondering?-welcome to the next level-yars!! * * finish him!-i hope i've shown you how to treat a lady-i'm a character! * ************************************************************************** * "Don't care what people say / Just follow your own way." - Enigma * * "I'm not sure that the world would be ready for 2 of me!" - P. O'Toole * * "Life: Am I taking this too personally?" - me * ************************************************************************** From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 28 08:10:53 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA07032 for sonic-ll; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:10:38 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA07027 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:10:33 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA03257; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:20:15 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA15418; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:20:20 -0500 Message-Id: <9503281320.AA15418@edmund> Subject: Bloodlines: That's a wrap To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:20:19 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: OK, I've been sitting on these chapters for a while, doing the odd rewording here and there, but I'm feeling generous, so what the heck.... Herewith: the concluding chapters. I like to think that the story's ending will generate a little discussion -- we'll see. We now return you to your regularly scheduled rodent. ================================================================ || ___------__ || || |\__-- /\ _- || Daniel J. Drazen || | / __ _ || drazen@andrews.edu || //\ / \ /__ || || | o| 0|__ --_ || Custodian of one of the Sonic || \\____-- __ \ ___ - || the Hedgehog FAQ Files || (@@ __/ / /_ || || -_____--- --_ || ASCII Sonic by Han J. Lee ================================================================ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 28 08:12:14 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA07043 for sonic-ll; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:12:13 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA07038 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:12:02 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA03290; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:21:40 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA15591; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:21:44 -0500 Message-Id: <9503281321.AA15591@edmund> Subject: Bloodlines: Ch. 9 To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:21:44 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: BLOODLINES A Sonic the Hedgehog story by Daniel J. Drazen Chapter 9 "She WHAT!?" As soon as Sonic and Bunnie had heard the translation, they headed for Sally's hut. At first she was still too wrapped up in her grief to respond; when they burst into her hut she simply said: "Please, just leave me alone." But when they told her of Sandy's disappearance and of the note she had left behind, Sally was on her feet in a second. "This is terrible! How long ago did she leave?" "Ah don't know, Sally, and neither does anyone else. She's as quiet as Sonic is quick." "That means she's got a head start. We still might be able to catch her." "Forget it, Sal," Sonic said, "she doesn't want to get caught." But Sally wasn't listening. Instead she was writing a quick note, inserting it into one of the mechanical carrier pidgeons Rotor had designed, and was programming it to fly to Uncle Chuck's hideout in Robotropolis. "You think she means it?" Bunnie asked. "Of course she does. Look at the bottom of the letter. You see that smudge where her signature would be? She made that with a drop of her own blood. I don't know much about the Nomads, but I DO know they're firm believers in blood-vengeance! She blames Robotnik for our mother's death and she's going after him. We've got to stop her!" "Whoa! Time out!" Sonic yelled. "Since when are we in the business of saving Robuttnik's butt?" "Believe me, that's not the point!" "Then I'm missing something here!" "Sonic, I had to watch my mother die and I couldn't do a thing about it. I am NOT going to sit around here while my sister commits suicide! Now come on!" Without another word, Sally raced out the door. Sonic had never seen her so worked up before, but he was even more surprised when Bunnie said, half-aloud and with a broad grin on her face: "Welcome back, Sally-girl!" "Say what?" "Tell you later, Sugarhog." It took a couple of minutes of waiting for Dulcy's head to clear after her latest landing. Once she understood what was happening, though, she was winging her way back to Robotropolis with Sonic, Sally and Bunnie on board. All the while they were flying, they scanned the open country for any sign of Sandy. At one point, Sally ordered Dulcy to land. Even before Dulcy had touched down Sally had lept off of Dulcy's back, rolled on the ground to cushion the landing, sprang to her feet, and ran toward a small bush. There was a piece of torn cloth on it, from Sandy's cloak. They were heading in the right direction. No sooner had the others picked themselves up from Dulcy's landing than Sally was urging the dragon to get back in the air again. In a little while they touched down at a garbage dump outside of Robotropolis. This was a common rendezvous point for the freedom fighters on their various missions. As soon as they were on the ground, Sally had Nicole in hand. "Nicole! Display the three most likely routes between the dump and Robotnik's headquarters!" Instantly, a shimmering hologram map of the city floated before them. "OK, Bunnie will take the southern route, Sonic will take the northern route, and I'll go up the middle. We'll meet at Uncle Chuck's; maybe he'll have heard something." "What if we find her?" Bunnie asked. "Get her to Uncle Chuck's; I don't care how. Dulcy, you retrace our path and look for her again; I want to make sure we didn't pass her on the way here." With that, Sally ran off, leaving the other freedom fighters standing in the garbage dump. "You want to tell me what that 'Welcome back' thing was about?" Sonic asked Bunnie. "Oh, that! Well, Sally ain't been herself lately, what with her ma dyin' and all. I was just glad to get the old Sally back." "Me, too! Good luck, Bunnie; gotta juice!" "Good luck Sugarhog!" With that, Sonic tore off on his appointed route, Dulcy took to the air once more, and Bunnie started on her way. Bunnie was never keen about coming to Robotropolis, no matter how important the missions. The city had changed so much under Robotnik that it was nothing but a gigantic threat. After ten minutes of walking, Bunnie attempted to get her bearings. This had been the oldest part of town before Robotnik blighted everything. The buildings were low and the structures square. Bunnie dimly remembered that the building where she was sheltering herself had been the old Klein Bottle Works. Cautiously she rounded a corner. Looking to her right, she froze: the unmistakable shape of a SWAT-bot lurked in a shadow. She wondered whether to make a run for it. Yet the SWATbot didn't move after several seconds. Emboldened, and fervently hoping that it wasn't equipped with a motion sensor, Bunnie edged toward it. Once she got closer, Bunnie could see the hole punched into its chest. She could also see another SWATbot lying on the ground in three pieces. "Yep," Bunnie thought to herself, "this is Sandy's calling card, all right!" She looked down the street. There was something else in the shadows further along. Cautiously moving toward it, she saw another fallen SWATbot. "Oo-wee! This is just like followin' a trail of bread crumbs!" On she went, hiding in shadows and tracing a trail of fallen SWATbots. She thought she'd counted seven wrecked bots--and who knows how many before she picked up Sandy's trail--when she turned a corner. There wasn't a SWATbot to be seen, not even the smallest part. "Uh-oh! Ran out of bread crumbs." Suddenly she thought she could hear a hover unit approaching. That meant more bots! She quickly ducked into an alleyway. Bunnie was so intent on wondering what to do next, she didn't notice the metallic hand inching out of the shadows behind her and getting closer and closer. to be continued From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 28 08:14:47 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA07063 for sonic-ll; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:14:46 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA07056 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:14:34 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA03321; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:24:15 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA15753; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:24:19 -0500 Message-Id: <9503281324.AA15753@edmund> Subject: Bloodlines: Ch. 10 To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:24:19 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: BLOODLINES A Sonic the Hedgehog story by Daniel J. Drazen Chapter 10 "Bunnie, what are you doing here?" Bunnie hadn't had time to think before she felt herself being grabbed by the scruff of the neck and being pushed up against a wall. But she breathed a sigh of relief when she recognized the harsh whisper as belonging to Sandy. "Ah'm here because Sally's tryin' to keep your hide in one piece!" "My hide isn't any of her business. Or yours!" But there was no time to argue the point, because they both heard the ominous warble of a siren. That meant SWATbots were on the way. They started down the alley but only got halfway when they saw the end of the alley blocked off by three SWATbots. Turning around, they saw three more closing in from where they had entered. The two quickly ducked into what appeared to be a deserted loading dock. "You got any ideas?" Bunnie asked. "We're going to have to take them on hand-to-hand." "And just how the hoo-ha are we supposed to do that?" "SWATbots only have an advantage because of those arm- mounted blasters of theirs. They aren't built or programmed for close-quarter fighting. They only have enough armour to shield them from blaster fire. Once you're in close, you have the advantage because you've got their strength and they don't have your intelligence. Can you kick with those legs?" "Uh-huh. Why?" "Aim for the hip. The seam should pop like a bubble." "Yeah, right," Bunnie thought to herself. "Now the only problem is gettin' close enough to those SWATbots to spit in their eye!" With mechanical tread, the two ranks of SWATbots closed in on the darkened loading dock. "SURRENDER, FREEDOM FIGHTERS!" one of them droned, "BY ORDER OF ROBOTNIK." Closer and closer they drew. They stopped short of the dock and began scanning the area. It was empty. They moved into the shadow of the dock for a closer look. They continued to visually sweep the loading dock area, as they were not programmed to look up at the ceiling area first, in case a couple of freedom fighters were hanging just out of sight from a ledge. "Now!" Bunnie and Sandy dropped down on the two closest bots. On the way down, Sandy grabbed a bot by the neck, and the head came away as cleanly as a grape from a stem. Tossing the head aside, she then punched the next nearest bot in the chest, and it crumbled in a shower of sparks. As soon as Bunnie hit the ground, she managed to get off a spin-kick that struck a bot where its hip would have been. Bunnie had never practiced this maneuver and although she landed on her tail she was still in one piece. Which was more than could be said for the SWATbot. "Great move, Bunnie! But work on your landings." But Bunnie didn't have time to think about that because she found herself looking up at a SWATbot training its blaster right between her eyes. Before the SWATbot could get off a shot, Sandy dropped to the ground and rolled directly underneath it. Looking up between its legs, she jammed her fist through the bot's crotch and into its pelvis, then seemed to fish around for something. With a quick yank, she pulled out a thick support rod and some wiring which she tossed aside. The SWATbot shuddered for an instant, then collapsed in a heap. "Ah don't blame him!" Bunnie thought. That left two bots standing. "Duck behind one!" Sandy called out. "They won't target each other!" Bunnie did so, and while the bot swung around to re- establish the target on Bunnie, she used her own robotic arm to punch a hole in the bot. It was incredibly easy...and it was also a rush! Then she saw the last standing SWATbot drawing a bead on Sandy. Emboldened by her victories, she ran to the bot and grabbed it by the arm. The instant she did so, Sandy grabbed the other arm. "Make a wish!" The two arms of the bot came away cleanly. Its head spun and it sputtered sparks for a second before going offline. "All right!" Bunnie shouted. Sandy, however, was in no mood to high-five her partner, for she saw that the alley had been blockaded again by another half-dozen SWAT-bots. The two ducked back into the shadows to wait for them. A minute later they were still waiting. The SWATbots weren't advancing. "Why do Ah have a bad feelin' 'bout this?" Bunnie didn't have to wait long, for almost instantly, the door to the loading dock swung open and the two were drawn into the darkness of the building by an irresistable force. They hurtled through the darkness, finally coming to rest with a bone- jarring thud against a huge metallic surface: a plate magnet. It held them fast by their roboticized parts. "Ladies, so nice of you to drop in." Bunnie and Sandy looked up. In an observation room near the ceiling of the chamber stood Robotnik. He leaned into a microphone. "Snively, restrain the prisoners. And wait until the magnet has powered down." The lights came up in the room--little more than a storeroom with pipes and conduits running along the ceiling--and Snively walked over to a nearby control panel. Pulling down on a large lever, Sandy and Bunnie could hear the hum of the electromagnet begin to diminish. Even before it loosed their grip on them, Snively was approaching them with a blaster in one hand and two sets of shackles in the other. They were bound with their hands behind their backs and frisked for weapons. Snively took two knives from Sandy: her curved Nomad blade and a second, longer, straight-edged knife. "My, my," Robotnik said as he entered the room, "didn't your mother ever teach you that little girls shouldn't play with sharp objects? By the way, how is your mother?" "If I wasn't wearing these restraints," Sandy spat back, "I'd arrange a face-to-face meeting!" "I see; my sympathies," he said with absolutely no trace of sincerity. "You'll be in need of sympathy yourself one of these days: that robotic arm of yours is killing you." "Oh, no. We get along quite nicely." "It's the truth! It's slowly poisoning you!" "And you want to put me out of my impending misery. How thoughtful. No, I have other plans. Snively, prepare the roboticizer." "At once, Sir." Just as Snively was leaving the room, Sally and Bunnie heard the tramp of SWATbots. The six that had been cordoning off the alley had followed them down the tunnel, and the door to the room had shut behind them. "As you so ably demonstrated just now, my SWAT-bots are somewhat lacking in your fighting expertise. But you, Princess Sandy, will make an excellent commander of my forces, once you have been totally roboticized so as to answer to my bidding. I can use someone who knows the fighting skills of the Nomads. And just think of the irony: the army that finally destroys the Knothole freedom fighters will be led by Princess Sally's own sister! "And as for you," he said as he turned his attention to Bunnie, "you won't be roboticized just yet--not until you've told me everything I want to know about Knothole." "In your dreams, Robotnik!" "Do you know what I dream of, my dear? Ways of extracting information from reluctant forest folk such as yourself. You WILL tell me what I want to know. And I can assure you that the method I will use to learn what I want to know from you will be slower and more painful than necessary." to be continued From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 28 08:15:20 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA07081 for sonic-ll; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:15:20 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA07075 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:15:14 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA03330; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:24:53 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA15803; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:24:57 -0500 Message-Id: <9503281324.AA15803@edmund> Subject: Bloodlines: Ch. 11 To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:24:57 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: BLOODLINES A Sonic the Hedgehog Story by Daniel J. Drazen Chapter 11 "You need to work on your party manners, Robuttnik!" Robotnik turned around. Standing just behind the rank of SWATbots at his back, as if he'd materialized out of thin air, stood Sonic. "Sugarhog!" "Business before pleasure, I'm afraid: GET THAT HEDGEHOG!!!" In an instant, the Chase was on. Sonic never really admitted it to anyone but this was not only what he was best at, but what he lived for. Running for running's sake was a rush, but to pour it on as fast as he could while staying one split-second ahead of Robotnik's SWATbots--he never tired of it. Of course, he never took risks without a reason...at least, that's what he told Sally whenever she'd scold him for his reckless conduct. Even now his dashing about the chamber had a purpose. It kept Robotnik and his SWATbots from focusing their attention on a service duct near the ceiling. It was the duct by which he had entered the room. And it was from this duct that a long strip of black cloth now hung down. It was Sally's bakhat, and Sally was rappelling down it to the floor of the room. In a second, she was undoing the restraints on Sandy and Bunnie. "How'd you find us, Sally-girl?" "Uncle Chuck picked up a dispatch call for SWATbot reinforcements. Now come on," she urged, "we've got to get out of here!" But once Sandy was freed from the restraint, she shoved Sally to the side, drew a third knife that had been concealed in her boot, and ran straight for Robotnik. But one of the SWATbots had detected her sudden movement. It only took the bot a second to lock onto Sandy and fire. The blast hit her in her right arm. Crying out in pain, she fell to the floor. "SANDY!!" Sally and Bunnie dashed to Sandy's side while Sonic got right in the SWATbot's face. "Hey, that's no way to treat a lady!" The taunt worked; the SWATbot's attention was back on Sonic and away from Sandy, who was being helped up to a kneeling position. "My arm!" she gasped. "Can't move it. Blast must have shorted it out." "Can you stand?" Sally asked. "Don't think so. Feels like it weighs a ton!" "That's it, Sandy-girl. You are out of the game!" And with that, Bunnie used her own robotic arm to toss Sandy over her shoulder like a sack. With the helpless Sandy in tow, Bunnie and Sally headed for the bakhat and began climbing, while Sonic continued to use a combination of speed and taunts to keep Robotnik and his SWATbots occupied. So consuming was Robotnik's hatred for Sonic that he had no idea that his other prisoners were escaping. Finally, Sonic came to ground at the far end of the room, away from the magnet. "Man, you're slowin' down, Robobreath! Want me to be your personal trainer?" "Hedgehog, you've been a nuisance for far too long. It isn't worth it for me to roboticize you." "Never would've figured you for the compassionate type." "So I've decided that I'm just going to have to kill you." "Whoa, right the first time!" The half dozen SWATbots all drew a bead on Sonic as Robotnic stepped behind them. "Any last requests, rodent?" For about two seconds, Sonic seemed nonplussed. That was all the time he needed to sum up the situation. From where he stood, he could see that Bunnie and Sandy were now safely inside the conduit. He could also see Sally just inside the duct, holding onto the bakhat as if ready to give it a pull. Sonic followed it down to where Sally had apparently tied it off, and the old hedgehog smirk was back in place. "Yeah, I got a request: smile for the camera!" With that, Sally gave a pull on the bakhat...which she had tied to the power switch of the electromagnet. It started to hum to life. "NOO!!!" It only took a second for the magnet to warm up and begin pulling Robotnik toward it. In that one second Sonic had gone into a Sonic spin, skittered up the wall and across the ceiling, entered the duct, and was exchanging a high-five with Sally just as Robotnik slammed into the magnet. Followed by a half-dozen SWATbots. "Snively!! Cut off the power!! Get me out of here!!!" But by the time Robotnik had been freed, Sonic and the others had safely disappeared down the miles of ducts and conduits of Robotropolis. to be concluded From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 28 08:19:20 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA07114 for sonic-ll; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:19:19 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA07109 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:19:15 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA03445; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:28:57 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA16003; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:29:02 -0500 Message-Id: <9503281329.AA16003@edmund> Subject: Bloodlines: Ch. 12 To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:29:01 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: BLOODLINES A Sonic the Hedgehog story by Daniel J. Drazen Chapter 12 [Note: this chapter contains material which some readers may find offensive. If you download this material, you are free to delete any objectionable portions, so long as you maintain the narrative flow] "OK, try it again." A silent tension filled the air inside Sally's hut. Sandy was seated at a table, her right arm the subject of intense work. Rotor had studied it for some time and was trying to get it functioning again. After half a dozen adjustment it continued to lay there, unresponsive to Sandy's attempts at movement. Now Rotor had tried totally replacing what appeared to be a shorted- out motivator located on the forearm. Sally and Sonic held their breath. For a second, nothing happened. Then, in a single smooth motion, Sandy's fingers curled up into a fist and just as effortlessly uncurled. "Yes!" Sonic yelled. "Great job, Rotor!" "Thanks, Sally, but looks like the upper arm motivator is going to need replacement as well. I think I have one in the storeroom." "Not the storeroom!" Sonic wailed. "Sonic," Sally said, "go help Rotor look for one." "But Sal, if he opens that door I'll be up to my hips in chips!" "Sonic," Sally said deliberately, "go help Rotor!" "OK, OK," Sonic said as he followed Rotor out the door. Sally closed it behind them, then turned to face her sister. "What did you think you were doing?" she demanded. "You know what I was doing, and you can't stop me from trying again!" "Well, I can try!" "Can you honestly say that you wouldn't do the same thing if you were in my position?" "Can you...." Sally stopped. For a second her attention was no longer on Sandy. It was as if she had seen something before her eyes, something that had disappeared as soon as it had come into her field of vision. She turned back to Sandy. Her voice was subdued. "I...I just remembered of Mother's last words to you. How she called you by name and said: 'You are free now to choose your own path.' Then she held your hand and said goodbye. "Sandy, it was wrong of me to try to stop you. I'm sorry. I won't try it again if you're bent on vengeance against Robotnik. But you have to understand that our fight against him has never been about revenge. It's been about restoring our families, our world. It...I'm sorry, Sandy; I hope you understand." With that, she turned away. "Sally?" Sally turned. For the first time, Sally saw tears in Sandy's eyes; Sandy had not even cried at the death of their mother. "I just remembered Mother's last words to you," Sandy said. "How she called you by name and said: 'You have understanding, and you have friends.' Then she held your hand and said goodbye. "Sally, I...I'm sorry I didn't recognize that understanding sooner. I owe you a debt I can never repay." "What do you mean?" "When the possibility arose that you might still be alive, I didn't want to believe it. I tried to talk Mother out of travelling to Knothole to see you. Even as we made our way here I secretly hoped it all would have been a lie. But if we'd never looked for you, then Mother would have gone to her grave somewhere in the deserts of Nomad country with a question in her heart, and the sands would have buried her stone of memory inside of two days. Instead, she died with her heart at peace, surrounded by the love and loyalty that a Queen deserves." Sally smiled at the same time tears rolled down her cheeks. "You have done more for her than anyone could have hoped for, Sally. I am your servant." "No," she said gently, "you're my sister." Sally put her arms around Sandy, who did the best she could with the one arm that functioned. A minute later, Sonic and Rotor re-entered the hut. "Got it, Sally! It's just take a minute to install." "Yeah," Sonic griped, "and I'll be picking computer chips out of my quills for a week!" "So," Rotor went on, making idle conversation, "you gonna stay around here, Sandy?" Sally held her breath. "No, Rotor. I've been thinking about it and I've made up my mind. I'll be travelling to the East. I was thinking of hooking up with Dirk and the Eastern freedom fighters. I think I can teach them something about fighting SWATbots." Sally breathed a sigh of relief. "That's wonderful, isn't it, Sonic?" "Yeah, but...." "But what?" "Why'd she have to tell Robuttnik about his arm? Why should we do him any favors?" "Who knows, Sonic? Maybe he'll return the favor some day." "I don't get it, Sal." "So what else is new?" "Hey!" "Look, Sonic, if Robotnik knows that he's being poisoned by his own robotic arm, sooner or later he'll reach the same conclusion that Uncle Chuck did: that the only effective treatment involves deroboticizing it." "So?" "So maybe he'll begin working on a deroboticizer of his own, and when he's got it perfected...." "Then we use it against him by undoing all the people he's roboticized! Hey, I guess that's way past cool after all!" "What can I say? Being way past cool runs in the family." "Are you gonna be all right, Sandy?" Sandy and Bunnie stood at the eastern edge of the Great Forest. It was sundown, and the sky to the east was darkening to a smooth indigo while streaks of fire still lit the western sky. Sandy had taken leave of Knothole, but Bunnie had insisted on escorting Sandy to the edge of the woods. "I'll be fine, Bunnie. I learned how to navigate using the stars from the Nomads." "That's nice," Bunnie said as she leaned against a tree with her arms crossed before her, "but that's not what Ah meant." "I know," Sandy said quietly as she looked at her roboticized right arm, fully functional once more. "Don't worry about me, Bunnie; I won't try anything stupid against Robotnik... or myself." "Ah'm glad to hear it," Bunnie said as she took Sandy's hands in her own. After several seconds she hadn't let go. "Is there any chance of your coming East some time?" Sandy asked. "No; mostly Ah'll be right here in Knothole." Several more seconds passed, and still Bunnie hadn't let go. "Bunnie...there's something...something I've wanted to...but I don't...." "Then Ah will." Bunnie then embraced Sandy and kissed her. She kissed her hard, on the mouth. Sandy was caught off-guard, but only for a second. She then returned both the kiss and the embrace. They seemed to go on forever. When their lips parted with a quiet, moist sound, three stars were already visible in the sky overhead. "You take care of yourself now, Sandy, y'hear?" And for the first time, Bunnie saw Sandy smile--a smile that a second later was hidden behind a Nomad's veil. Sandy took her bearings from the sky and started out silently toward the darkening East. Bunnie sighed, turned and began walking through the Great Forest to the West, back toward Knothole. THE END From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 28 08:51:13 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA07211 for sonic-ll; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:51:12 -0500 Received: from hubcap.clemson.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id IAA07206 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 08:51:07 -0500 Received: (pgettle@localhost) by hubcap.clemson.edu (8.6.7/8.6.4) id JAA30303; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 09:00:43 -0500 Date: Tue, 28 Mar 1995 09:00:42 -0500 (EST) From: Paul Gettle To: sonic@sard.mv.net cc: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Bloodlines: Discussion In-Reply-To: <9503281329.AA16003@edmund> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Well, you said that it might be contriversial, but I don't object to the ending. Let's hear some other opinions on the matter. -- Paul Gettle (pgettle@hubcap.clemson.edu) "You're wrong. I'm right. As usual." -- Princess Sally "Warning: Happy Fun Fox may suddenly accelerate to dangerous speeds. Do not taunt Happy Fun Fox." -- Disclaimer From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 28 11:18:17 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA07746 for sonic-ll; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 11:18:13 -0500 Received: from smtp.utexas.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id LAA07741 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 11:18:12 -0500 Received: from mail.utexas.edu (mail.utexas.edu [128.83.126.1]) by smtp.utexas.edu (8.6.7/8.6.6) with ESMTP id KAA08411 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 10:17:52 -0600 Received: from slip-6-9.ots.utexas.edu (slip-6-9.ots.utexas.edu [128.83.128.25]) by mail.utexas.edu (8.6.9/8.6.6) with SMTP id KAA25438 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 10:15:58 -0600 Message-Id: <199503281615.KAA25438@mail.utexas.edu> X-Sender: n5una@mail.utexas.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Tue, 28 Mar 1995 10:15:22 -0600 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: n5una@MAIL.UTEXAS.EDU (Shawn Wolski) Subject: "Bloodlines": Opinions X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I just finished reading over the final chapters of "Bloodlines" today, and at first when I saw the notice in Chapter 12 about the ending being "offensive", I started thinking. Do they cuss or do something else that's really evil? No. Sally and Sandy just had a very personal talk where they got to know each other better. Nothing out of what you would expect from the Sonic Saturday cartoons. They stayed in character, which was not what I initially expected from the notice. Personal note to Daniel: Hey, don't worry about the format. IMHO, it's nothing worse than what I wrote in the "The Temporal Syndrome", which means: it ain't bad at all. Keep your style of writing; I like it. ________________________________________________________________ Shawn Wolski, N5UNA An Indoctrinated Sonic T. Hedgehog Story Author "But I guess some things are better left in the past." -Sally, quote from "The Temporal Syndrome" n5una@mail.utexas.edu and my under construction home page: http://wwwvms.utexas.edu/~n5una/index.html _______________________________________________________________ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 28 13:12:10 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA08308 for sonic-ll; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 13:11:52 -0500 Received: from serv0.cae.wisc.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA08303 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 13:11:51 -0500 Received: from sun-32.cae.wisc.edu (sun-32.cae.wisc.edu [144.92.69.182]) by serv0.cae.wisc.edu (8.6.10 CAE/8.6.10) with ESMTP id MAA14115 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 12:21:38 -0600 From: James Firmiss Received: (firmiss@localhost) by sun-32.cae.wisc.edu (8.6.10 CAE/8.6.9) id MAA03914 for sonic@sard.mv.net; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 12:21:40 -0600 Message-Id: <199503281821.MAA03914@sun-32.cae.wisc.edu> Subject: Bloodlines: Discussion To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Tue, 28 Mar 95 12:21:40 CST In-Reply-To: ; from "Paul Gettle" at Mar 28, 95 9:00 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.3 PL0] Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: When I read any story based on something I've seen in TV or Movies I often try to visualize it as a 'new episode' or 'new movie'. Sometimes the story works this way while sometimes it doesn't... this one definitly WORKS. Its probably a bit too intense in parts for Saturday mornings and the scene which you said might offend probably wouldn't make it (however you do see it sometimes on Bugs Bunny Cartoons). I was definitly more 'suprised' than offended with it. (and definitly more tasteful than a certain JPG I won't mention) Excellent Story Dan! It was worth the wait. Is anyone keeping all these stories somewhere? I know 'Rotor's home page has a bunch of them. I haven't been able to keep everything in my user account and had hoped to transfer them from an FTP site somewhere when I get some disk space. -- When asked.. "What do you want to see in the next 'Sonic' game?" James Sime replied, "Thats easy, I want ... 'The Sonic Friends Network with Dionne Robotnik'" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 28 13:43:33 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA08438 for sonic-ll; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 13:43:27 -0500 Received: from unix.infoserve.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id NAA08433 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 13:43:25 -0500 Received: from localhost (bradc@localhost) by unix.infoserve.net (8.6.5/8.6.5) id LAA02579; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 11:01:29 -0800 Date: Tue, 28 Mar 1995 11:01:28 -0800 (PST) From: Brad Clark Subject: Re: Bloodlines: Discussion To: sonic@sard.mv.net cc: sonic@sard.mv.net In-Reply-To: <199503281821.MAA03914@sun-32.cae.wisc.edu> Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Tue, 28 Mar 1995, James Firmiss wrote: > Excellent Story Dan! It was worth the wait. > > Is anyone keeping all these stories somewhere? I know 'Rotor's home page > has a bunch of them. I haven't been able to keep everything in my user > account and had hoped to transfer them from an FTP site somewhere when I > get some disk space. Hey Dan, you can't send the story up to an FTP site can you??? I missed the first half, and I don't want to read the last part till I read the first part. (I'm sure there's others who've missed it too.) From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 28 16:06:57 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA10433 for sonic-ll; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 16:06:48 -0500 Received: from peter.cs.andrews.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id QAA10428 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 16:06:43 -0500 Received: from edmund (edmund.cs.andrews.edu) by peter.cs.andrews.edu (5.x/SMI-SVR4) id AA15552; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 16:16:29 -0500 From: drazen@andrews.edu (Dan Drazen) Received: by edmund (5.x) id AA24007; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 16:16:30 -0500 Message-Id: <9503282116.AA24007@edmund> Subject: An Author's Thanks To: sonic@sard.mv.net Date: Tue, 28 Mar 1995 16:16:30 -0500 (EST) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: To all those who have commented on Bloodlines: Thanks for your support. A few things to get off the top of my desk: [Note: if you haven't read the story yet, we're talking major spoilers coming up here] In all honesty, I had no idea that Bunnie and Sandy's relationship would take the turn it did when I started writing. I had no intention of outing Bunnie or anyone else. But at one point when I was struggling with the final scene, in which Sonic and Sally were to be featured as well, the image of Bunnie and Sandy kissing popped into my head and wouldn't let go. *I* was shocked at first, but then in looking back at the story I could sort of determine how other incidents (the initial meeting in Ch. 1, the dialogue in Ch. 6, the combat against the SWATbots in Ch. 10) could have been said to be leading up to that moment. Obviously I wrote this before reading "The Power of Love," and before Netscape was installed on my machine so I could discover how large a part Bunnie plays in the Mature [or should that be "IMmature"?] Fan Art section of Rotor's homepage. I was sort of afraid that some of her drooling fanboys would take umbrage. Hope nobody got too bummed by my allowing Queen Alicia to die. I suppose that I was inspired by the death of Julayla in Sonic #18 ("In The Still Of The Night"). It certainly gave me a chance to (re)construct Mobian burial customs. While I was writing this, I was rehearsing Faure's "Requiem" for a performance (I was in the chorus) so I guess the subject was on my mind. I also viewed the burial of Queen Alicia in Chapter 8 almost as the flip side of the "Circle of Life" sequence from _The Lion King_. I even went so far as to try to come up with an appropriate stanza to be sprinkled throughout the passage, passing it off as a "half-remembered cradle song" that was part of the Mobian collective consciousness. It's just as well; I don't know that I could have pulled it off without being too heavyhanded. Besides, I was only able to write the back half of the stanza: And when the dust has received us And the sons of our daughters are gone In the hearts and the minds/Of those left behind The love and the memories live on In the circle of life.... I'm beginning to think that, as Shawn seems to be specializing in introducing bits and pieces of "Treknology" into the Sonic corpus, I seem to prefer delving into the social history of Mobius: its history and customs. One short story I'm working on touches briefly on what can only be called a religious cult, and another longer story that's started to come together (and which will represent the final battle for the fate of Mobius) is shot through with mythology -- but first I need to research the Chaos Emeralds, their origin and properties. Based on Brad's description of their role in the original Sonic comic miniseries, there's some good potential material there. I also began the story back in December/January, so I wasn't up on the impending Sally miniseries with its "evil twin" plot twist. It wasn't much of a surprise -- dummy covers for issue #3 in just about any ad showed her doing battle with herself, so the only question was: what was the source of the evil twin? It's a subject close to my heart in that I'm a twin myself. In the case of Sandy, I hoped to create a character that would seen to be related to Sally yet distinct. Not "evil" by any means but definitely different. And one of the comments I still hear whenever I have visited my brother for the odd holiday is how much we sound alike! So Bunnie's mistaking Sandy for Sally on the basis of voice is plausible as far as I'm concerned. Thanks for putting up with my ramblings. I believe that the entire story will show up on Rotor's home page at some point. If you missed a chapter or two, let me know and I can email it out to you -- I haven't got around to deleting it from my hard drive yet. We now return you to your regularly scheduled rodent. ================================================================ || ___------__ || || |\__-- /\ _- || Daniel J. Drazen || | / __ _ || drazen@andrews.edu || //\ / \ /__ || || | o| 0|__ --_ || Custodian of one of the Sonic || \\____-- __ \ ___ - || the Hedgehog FAQ Files || (@@ __/ / /_ || || -_____--- --_ || ASCII Sonic by Han J. Lee ================================================================ From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 28 17:51:32 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA10862 for sonic-ll; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 17:51:29 -0500 Received: from holodeck.cc.vt.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id RAA10857 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 17:51:26 -0500 Message-Id: <199503282251.RAA10857@sard.mv.net> Received: from jpegnato.async.vt.edu by holodeck.cc.vt.edu with SMTP (8.6.10/16.2) id SAA20567; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 18:01:19 -0500 X-Sender: jpegnato@mail.vt.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Tue, 28 Mar 1995 18:01:46 +0500 To: sonic@sard.mv.net From: jpegnato@vt.edu (Jeffrey Pegnato) Subject: Bloodlines comments X-Mailer: Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Wow! I thought this was a great story! Every interresting plot twist and character development was interresting as well as entertaining. I saved all the chapters a while ago to read at some later date...when I recieved the ending chapters today, I decided I should probably start reading. :) But I didn't expect to read the whole thing in one sitting! I just couldn't stop - very compelling! Story spoilers ahead: I really liked the notion of a twin sister & dividing the royal family...that whole sequence of events provides a great explanation for the show (as well as Sonic being an orphan) All of that sequence also worked well within the story & within the thoughts and feelings of the individual characters. I thought that was the story's best achievement...A good balance between the stoyline and emotional reaction of the characters. I liked the ending...(I thought it was a little predictable, but good just the same) Comments on the VERY ending... After reading your WARNING message, I was wondering what strange or perverse ramblings I would encounter, but when I read about Bunnie + Sandy...well...I laughed. Not because I was dissapointed, but because it doesn't make much sense to me in this story. The way the story was written, every emotion, action, and event was clearly explained or foreshadowed in some way...but this little event came clear out of the blue with no explanation or warning! I'm not sure it's an appropriate ending to this story...I mean, it seems to me this should have been at most a sub-plot within the story or another story all together. (Id Est, This was the last thing I expected to be reading in a story focusing on Sally, her mysterious sister, and her long-lost mother) But then again, I didn't write it! ;) P.S. Great job, Dan! ***"When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity."*** jpegnato@vt.edu - Albert Einstein Jeffrey Pegnato From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 28 18:03:49 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA10908 for sonic-ll; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 18:03:48 -0500 Received: from stein1.u.washington.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id SAA10899 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 18:03:45 -0500 Received: by stein1.u.washington.edu (5.65+UW95.02/UW-NDC Revision: 2.32 ) id AA27095; Tue, 28 Mar 95 15:13:40 -0800 X-Sender: lazuli@stein1.u.washington.edu Date: Tue, 28 Mar 1995 15:13:39 -0800 (PST) From: Fred Sloniker To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Bloodlines: Ch. 12 In-Reply-To: <9503281329.AA16003@edmund> Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: (sound of squirrel clapping in corner) Bra*vo*, good sir! This is the best Sonic fanfic I've read in... well... ever! It far outshines the great majority of fanfic I've read on this list recently (I haven't any names handy, but recent works on this list have looked more like technical journals than adventure stories), and even exceeds, IMHO, my *own* writing abilities (a difficult task, considering how un-H my O is. (:3) Care to send me a copy of the whole thing, or point me to an FTP site? I want this one for my archives... ---Fred M. Sloniker, stressed undergrad L. Lazuli R'kamos, FurryMUCKer lazuli@u.washington.edu "How appropriate. You fight like a cow." --"The Secret of Monkey Island" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 28 19:45:09 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA11283 for sonic-ll; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 19:45:02 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA11278 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 19:45:00 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id TAA27397; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 19:49:02 -0500 Date: Tue, 28 Mar 1995 19:49:01 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Bloodlines: Ch. 12 In-Reply-To: Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Tue, 28 Mar 1995, Fred Sloniker wrote: > Care to send me a copy of the whole thing, or point me to an FTP site? I > want this one for my archives... Don't forget that everything posted to the mailing list is archived. You can get a very large file from the mailing list software, or get last month's messages from ftp.mv.com at /pub/users/rat/sonic/list-archive. This month's messages will be on the ftp site in a few days. No matter how you retrieve the archives, you can browse them with pine or elm if you're on a Unix system. |-- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ---- acme@use.usit.net -----| | A! JW2 WAR++ PI~ BR+i SL++++i SK+++ RI++^ RU+ GDF BU+ MI- MM KK-- | | P++ D $++ E59 Ee5 Eee35 TRita Ay68 M | | "Freedom Fighters are #1!" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | |-- A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! ------------------------------| From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Tue Mar 28 20:31:55 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id UAA11385 for sonic-ll; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 20:31:53 -0500 Received: from mailhost.primenet.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id UAA11380 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 20:31:51 -0500 Received: from usr3.primenet.com (usr3.primenet.com [198.68.32.13]) by mailhost.primenet.com (8.6.11/wjp-h2.0) with ESMTP id SAA16631 for ; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 18:41:41 -0700 Received: (rotor@localhost) by usr3.primenet.com (8.6.11/wjp-c2.0) id SAA20613; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 18:41:39 -0700 Date: Tue, 28 Mar 1995 18:41:38 -0700 (MST) From: "David M. Pistone" To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: The Experiment: Author Notes Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: I'd like to take this time to publicly respond to some questions sent to me through private E-mail (You know who you are). [Major spoilers if you haven't read it] First, it surprises me that some of you are surprised that Packbell has the capability to kill people. In all the stories that I've put him in, I have tried to depict him an evil individual who cares nothing for those around him. I hinted a little as to his homicidal nature in "Tails' Tale" during the Blueebrook invasion. He was walking through the village taking pot shots at whatever moved and didn't care what he hit. Taht means that if he killed someone, he didn't care. One of the goals I have for "The Experiment" is to expand on these ideas and show you all what a truely twisted and evil character Packbell is. He cares nothing for anyone's life other than his own and he takes pleasure in causing suffering. Second, a person remarked to me that, in the scene after Sonic and Bunnie are captured, Packbell remarks that he will kill Bunnie if he hears Sonic's sonic boom. The person stated that once Packbell hears the boom, Sonic and Bunnie would be long gone. Packbell's hearing is far more advanced than a human's plus his reflexes are a hundred times quicker. As soon as his mind registered the beginning of a boom, which would only take about half a second, his fingers would react instantly and crush Bunnie's neck. I will admit the the rescue possibility existed, but it wasn't a sure thing. Sonic knew that and that's why he surrendered as easily as he did. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "What do you get when you cross a lawyer with a godfather?" "You get an offer you can't understand." --David Pistone's distinguished collection of dumb lawyer jokes David M. Pistone -- rotor@primenet.com __ __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ftp.primenet.com/users/r/rotor /__)/__) / / / / /_ /\ / /_ / http://www.primenet.com/~rotor / / \ / / / / /__ / \/ /___ / ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Wed Mar 29 02:44:17 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA11980 for sonic-ll; Wed, 29 Mar 1995 02:44:13 -0500 Received: from spot.Colorado.EDU by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id CAA11975 for ; Wed, 29 Mar 1995 02:44:11 -0500 Received: from Freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU (freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU [140.226.1.8]) by spot.Colorado.EDU (8.6.11/8.6.9/CNS-3.5) with ESMTP id AAA29953 for ; Wed, 29 Mar 1995 00:54:10 -0700 Received: (from av643@localhost) by Freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU (8.6.8/8.6.6) id AAA19202; Wed, 29 Mar 1995 00:54:01 -0700 Date: Wed, 29 Mar 1995 00:54:01 -0700 Message-Id: <199503290754.AAA19202@Freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU> From: av643@Freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU (Dan Ramos) To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Sonic ASCII art? Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: ...HEY! I've got LOTS of pic of Freedom Fighters... AND I've got a flatbed color scanner...I could always convert to greyscales with 0 problems or less. From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 30 12:31:13 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA21433 for sonic-ll; Thu, 30 Mar 1995 12:30:50 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id MAA21428 for ; Thu, 30 Mar 1995 12:30:48 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id MAA10760; Thu, 30 Mar 1995 12:35:12 -0500 Date: Thu, 30 Mar 1995 12:35:11 -0500 (EST) From: "Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2" To: Post Sonic Subject: Sonic and Dot (fwd) Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: The following is an article I captured from alt.tv.animaniacs, and I'm posting it here in case anyone is interested but doesn't have access to a.t.a (and thus would not have known). If you're interested in seeing the final product, once posted to a.t.a., please mail me direct. [begin included text] Path: news.usit.net!news.sprintlink.net!howland.reston.ans.net!swrinde!news.uh.edu!news.sccsi.com!nuchat!yob!ricky.foltz From: ricky.foltz@yob.com (Ricky Foltz) Newsgroups: alt.tv.animaniacs Subject: Sonic and Dot (Parody) Message-ID: <4265.735.uupcb@yob.com> Date: 28 Mar 95 19:00:00 GMT Distribution: world Organization: Ye Olde Bailey BBS - Houston, TX - 713-520-1569 Reply-To: ricky.foltz@yob.com (Ricky Foltz) Lines: 34 Helloooooooo, All! I am beginning work on a parody called "Sonic and Dot". It will be the instruction file for a non-existant game called "Sonic and Dot". Why Dot? Where are Yakko and Wakko? Just wait..... ooooh, the suspense!!!! *HINT*: This game was invented in an alternate universe. Which means that Robotnik was never created by Sega, and Warner Brothers never invented Animaniacs- Sega used the characters. AND, in this universe, Tails is the enemy. Tails hires Dot to keep Sonic, Yakko, and Wakko off his tail (bad pun warning)... oh, I've said too much. 'K, bye. *---------------------=====Ricky.Foltz@yob.com=====---------------------* | A! (JW1.1) YK+++I WK+++I DT+++ BR++I SL++I SK++ RI- RU- BU+ MI+ GF- | | HH-------------------------- KK+I OT(SNS)+++ OT(Skullhead)++ OT(Mime)+| | OT(Plotz)++I P+++ D+ $++ T:103(Rita) E:Animaniacs Stew | *---------------------===Ricky Foltz 1:106/4196===---------------------* Yet another demonstration of the powers of a bash bat bach... my editor. Young Plucky Duck: "Water go down the hoooooooolllllllllllee." This message written on Stardate 9503.2819 (03-28-1995 19:00:20) __ Stardate Inserter v1.00. [Registered] * SLMR 2.1a * Stress- n. Doing a tight 180-degree U-turn at Warp 9.5. ---- +------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Ye Olde Bailey BBS Zyxel 713-520-1569(V.32bis) USR 713-520-9566(V.34/FC)| | Houston,Texas yob.com Home of alt.cosuard | +------------------------------------------------------------------------+ [end included text] |-- Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) + Team OS/2 ---- acme@use.usit.net -----| | A! JW2 WAR++ PI~ BR+i SL++++i SK+++ RI++^ RU+ GDF BU+ MI- MM KK-- | | P++ D $++ E59 Ee5 Eee35 TRita Ay68 M | | "Freedom Fighters are #1!" -- Sonic the Hedgehog | |-- A net.freedom-fighter for Mobius! ------------------------------| From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 30 14:57:18 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA22231 for sonic-ll; Thu, 30 Mar 1995 14:57:16 -0500 Received: from use.usit.net by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id OAA22226 for ; Thu, 30 Mar 1995 14:57:13 -0500 Received: (from acme@localhost) by use.usit.net (8.6.10/8.6.9) id PAA14832; Thu, 30 Mar 1995 15:01:38 -0500 Message-Id: <199503302001.PAA14832@use.usit.net> Date: Thu, 30 Mar 95 15:08:29 EST From: acme@use.usit.net (Erich Schulman KTN4CA Team OS/2) To: sonic@sard.mv.net X-Mailer: PMMail (v1.0 UNREGISTERED SHAREWARE) Subject: Re: Sonic and Dot (fwd) Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Thu, 30 Mar 1995 12:35:11 -0500 (EST) you wrote: >The following is an article I captured from alt.tv.animaniacs, and I'm >posting it here in case anyone is interested but doesn't have access to >a.t.a (and thus would not have known). If you're interested in seeing >the final product, once posted to a.t.a., please mail me direct. I'm testing a new mail program. Unfortunately, you can't set distribution to "local" for a mailing list. I'll be making as few tests as possible on the list. Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) Team OS/2 From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Thu Mar 30 19:13:23 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA26300 for sonic-ll; Thu, 30 Mar 1995 19:13:18 -0500 Received: from stein1.u.washington.edu by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id TAA26295 for ; Thu, 30 Mar 1995 19:13:16 -0500 Received: by stein1.u.washington.edu (5.65+UW95.02/UW-NDC Revision: 2.32 ) id AA29190; Thu, 30 Mar 95 16:23:37 -0800 X-Sender: lazuli@stein1.u.washington.edu Date: Thu, 30 Mar 1995 16:23:36 -0800 (PST) From: Fred Sloniker To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Sonic and Dot (fwd) In-Reply-To: Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: On Thu, 30 Mar 1995, Erich Schulman (KTN4CA) -- Team OS/2 wrote: > The following is an article I captured from alt.tv.animaniacs, I'll post my commentary to a.t.a, but I'll just make one comment here, which I trust everyone will agree with: > AND, in this universe, Tails is the enemy. No way! Tails is too cute, and innocent, and sweet, and... and... (reflects on fact that people who play nice guys on TV shows, like Brent Spiner (Data) and the guy who did Balky on "Perfect Strangers", generally do great bad guys. And on "Another Day, Another Dungeon", with the sweet-as-antifreeze elven assassin. And on his own personal invention, Evil Kender Mages.) Hmm. Maybe this has possibilities after all... (:3 ---Fred M. Sloniker, stressed undergrad L. Lazuli R'kamos, FurryMUCKer lazuli@u.washington.edu "He's a chicken, I tell you! A giant chicken!" From owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Fri Mar 31 01:27:19 1995 Received: by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA27439 for sonic-ll; Fri, 31 Mar 1995 01:27:02 -0500 Received: from mail03.mail.aol.com by sard.mv.net (8.6.9/mv(b)/mem-941101) id BAA27434 for ; Fri, 31 Mar 1995 01:27:00 -0500 From: GrayRider1@aol.com Received: from mail02.mail.aol.com by mail03.mail.aol.com with ESMTP (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA223521815; Fri, 31 Mar 1995 01:36:55 -0500 Received: by mail02.mail.aol.com (1.37.109.11/16.2) id AA219641028; Fri, 31 Mar 1995 01:23:48 -0500 Date: Fri, 31 Mar 1995 01:23:48 -0500 Message-Id: <950330233020_66887793@aol.com> To: sonic@sard.mv.net Subject: Re: Bloodlines: Ch. 12 Sender: owner-sonic@sard.mv.net Precedence: bulk Reply-To: sonic@sard.mv.net Status: O X-Status: Mr. Drazen, I've finally got around to reading the last four chapters of "Bloodlines" and I have to say it is one of the finest stories I've read in a long time. I especially enjoyed the final scene with Bunnie and Sandy. I had a feeling something like that was going to happen, but I must confess that it wasn't quite what I expected. Personally I think it makes the Freedom Fighters seem just a little less innocent. I hope to see more of your work on the net in the future. Keep up the good work, S. Dello Russo