[Morai]

Morai had long since entered the ceremony, Harlon dragging the computer over all the seats. Seated in the back, hoping not to be noticed, they set up the machinery. Attendees of the Downies often found themselves tripping over the phone cord. Harlon continuously shouting apologies:

"Sorry! We're too poor, so we have a dial-up service! Sorry!"

The girl was busy with school work, home work, and endless nothiness of her life. Morai paused in between math problems to cheer for those she knew. Finally when Aylwen Dreamson recieved her Downie, Morai jumped up, throwing the Compaq from her lap.Darn it all! I really need a laptop!
Harlon helped her piece it back together as he related the latest events of the Downie Awards.

"Really! Mithandan out cold? Figures, that guy probably passed out of exaughstion. Geeze all those lazy RPGers giving him a hard time, tis no surprise to me!" Morai ranted.

"No...somebody gave him a golden apple award that poision him, most likely a sleep drug."
Harlon replied.

"Ha! I still say it's from working too hard!"

Harlon Nowane rolled his eyes. He wondered if there was a award for "most unusual character in a RPG" and, if he was considered.

[ May 07, 2003: Message edited by: Morai ]