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of
S·T·A·T·I·C··P·I·R·A·T·E·S
presents....

"CHROMEHENGE!"
(08/14/94)

» The wind, but not the
wind, is blowing across the
plain, but not the plain.
The Wind is data, the plain
is a construct, an icon,
representing a physical
location a virtual world.

You walk along the plane.
Fractal storms clouds
rumble up ahead.  Suddenly
Your standing in a a circle
constructed of chrome slabs
.  There are others, like
you, with their icons
cloaked.

You enter the very center
of the circle and raise
your hands.  The others
follow suit.  You can feel
the power in this place.

Lightening streaks across
the sky.  Once.  Then twice
more.  The Chanting begins.

The Wind/Data starts to
form a funnel.  The funnel
starts to pick up peices of
earth, but not earth.  The
The earth and the wind
begin to take on a shape,
but not a shape.  More of..
a shadow.

Once, long ago, a cowboy
told you that magic did not
have a place in the matrix,
that even if it, somehow,
DID exist, it could have
no power over the REAL
world.

We shall see....«

Here's some namee I'd like
to mention:
Onyx
Freaq
Illusionary
Enigma
Darkling
Solarr
Kernal Klink

Oh, and a special mention:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUGARVIRUS!

Have Fun!!! ;)