SUBJECT>Re: Hhhheeeelllllooooooo...Anybody hoooommmmmeee????
POSTER>SkyKing 
STAFF>Yes
EMAIL>skyking@MarsDawn.com
DATE>May 14, 1997 at 11:37:04
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A tall man clad in jeans, t-shirt and sneakers opens the door to the MessHall and ,overloaded with packages, struggles through it.<br> <br>"Hi all,<br>Just got back from the music store.  Had to pick up some cables for the sound system, recording tape, and strings.  Anybody seen Ratboy?  We've got to get the sound system ready for the party, and I figure he's the one for the job.  I'll help, but Ratboy is the sound pro around here."<p>Grabbing a mug from the shelf, he pours a cup of Murphy's excellent decaf coffee, takes one drink of it, then sets it down, picks up the packages, and heads for the small stage at one end of the MessHall.  An hour later, the coffee is still sitting where he left it, forgotton and cold. The stage is covered with various sorts of audio equipment, cables, mic stands, and duct tape.  A seemingly endless stream of muttering and the occasional flashlight beam are the only signs that SkyKing is still here.<p>... 

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