Beyond the Screen Chapter 3

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Beyond the Screen Chapter 3
By Dr. Bender

Some challenges are greater than others, though this may be lost on most of our intrepid, oblivious, adventurers. For James, however, the challenge of not breaking his hand on foolish heads will be great indeed...

Beyond the Screen
By Dr. Bender

Chapter 3

I was a woman. The words bombarded my brain, ricocheting off the inner walls of my skull, repeating themselves over and over as if to test their sanity and validity. That alone might have pushed the limits of my sanity but, looking down at myself, there was much more to say. I was a HOT woman. A Kendrick male of the Lensman series would have called me a ten system call-out (a measure of the number of planetary systems worth of males would chase after me with their tongues hanging out, though I can say in all honesty that I could have depopulated whole constellations in this manner).

Beyond my petite hands and pleasantly rounded, though not enormous, breasts, I was a sleek beauty with a waistline I would have called impossible without PhotoShop if I couldn’t see it with my own eyes. Enhanced by a lovely teardrop ass, round hips and long, shapely, legs encased in skin tight laced leather pants with my feet in gorgeous dark red boots that had a heel just high enough to show them off without feeling uncomfortable. Later, I would surmise that their comfort was part of their magic.

My torso was held tightly by a leather corset worn over a blouse the same colour as my boots with a sleeveless crop top leather jacket that only came down to my ribs, leaving my shapely curves exposed. The sleeves of the blouse were bound at the forearm with a pair of magical bracers, leaving the material to puff out a little over my upper arms. I also wore a ring on each hand and a choker around my neck, all magical as well. Long, straight, light blonde hair fell over my shoulders mixed with several platted bangs. Reaching back I retrieved a small hand mirror from a pouch on the side of my backpack to check my face. What I found was shocking — shockingly gorgeous.

Smooth featured with great skin, a tiny chin, high cheekbones and gorgeous almond eyes, I had the kind of face that could melt a man’s knees from across the room with a glance and a smile. Stroking my hair behind my ear, I confirmed my new race with the reveal of a short, graceful, pointed tip. I was a half-elf, my mother had been a sorceress from the far away land of Zin-Kuei, my father a wandering High Elf.

At the same time, I was assailed by the memories of my childhood on the road; loved by my parents, scorned by society. Eighty years of memories and yet I looked like a girl of 19, marriageable age in most civilized lands. I was going to have to beat away humanoid males with a stick.

Although, I fondly remembered one night of romance with a young Elven boy culminating in a tender kiss under the stars that led to…

I shoved the memory into the back of my mind, locked it in a mental box and sat a boulder of rejection on top of it. I did NOT want to remember that, nor did I want to deal with the tingling sensation the memory was provoking over my skin. Fortunately, I was heavily armed, which meant I could defend my chastity if the need arose. And yes, I was actually thinking like that. Believe me, having two sets of memories and instinctive behaviours can be confusing.

“Um,” Jason interrupted my visual exploration, “James? Is that you?”

James, he called me, a name that no longer fit. I was Al’ressia Quilvue’ran Na Korechillic, or Ressia in the human tongue. I was a bard, a famed performer who could command the applause of princes. I slipped into the role naturally, as if I were shedding an old skin that had become worn and tattered. I came out of my reverie to find my companions looking worried, even Jason had forgotten why he was angry.

“I’m fine,” I lied, my hand coming up to my lips. My voice was high and melodious, even when I was speaking normally. “I… I’m Ressia, Half-Elven Bard. Formerly James… I… I think you better call me Ressia from now on.”

For a few minutes I didn’t know which of us was more shocked. The four of them did their best guppy impressions, eyes bugged out and mouths wide open. I might have found it comical if I’d been in my right mind. As it was, my every thought was drowned out by inner screams of panic.

It was Ryan who snapped out of it first, removing his cloak and wrapping it around my shoulders. “Enough gawping, guys,” he scolded, “can’t you see she’s in shock?”

Jason perked up. “I volunteer to do CPR!”

My body reacted by reflex, slamming my fist right between his eyes with enough force to knock him on his ass. “You don’t treat shock with CPR!” I growled through clenched teeth, shaking with rage.

“But it seems you can cure it by being a lecherous smart-ass,” Ryan noted under his breath, retrieving his cloak from the ground where I’d discarded it in haste.

“And you two,” I snarled, whirling on Daniel and Thomas, “eyes off the merchandise!”

At least they had the decency to be embarrassed. “Hey, what’s the big idea?” Jason whined, rubbing his cheek. Ryan slapped him on the back of the head before helping him up. “The lady punched you because you deserved it,” Ryan informed him, “and I hate to say it but we’ve got bigger fish to fry than our friend’s sudden gender change. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re in the middle of the wilderness.”

Jason, Daniel and Thomas glanced around, only now realizing where they were. The forest around us wasn’t like the woods of Earth, except maybe the wildest regions of the jungle. Even then, I doubt four foot tall toadstools are part of the ecology. We were standing in a small clearing bordered by standing stones, each with a rune carved on the inner face. Beyond those stones, however, was a wild, untamed, tangle of gnarled trees, twisted vines and a canopy so thick that it was hard to see more than twenty feet beyond the treeline.

It wasn’t Kansas that was for damn sure.

“I know we’ve all got new names and personalities now but I don’t think I have to remind anyone here that there’s such a thing as a Wandering Monster Table,” Ryan reminded us anyway. “And the chances increase after dark. We need to find shelter.”

Desperate for a distraction, I latched on to the job like a drowning man to a passing raft. Information rose to the fore of my brain, a wealth of knowledge as broad and deep as an ocean. I must have zoned out for a while because when I came back to myself I found the boys arguing over a map. They had it unfolded with a brass compass holding it down.

“You can see the mountains to the west,” Thomas pointed to where the peaks showed in the distance. “The coast is to the east. We should head in that direction and find a fishing village where we can get directions.”

“I know where we are,” I said, walking up to where they sat in a small circle on the grass.

“Are you kidding?” Jason argued, apparently not hearing me in the slightest. “There’s snow on that mountaintop, this continent’s tropical. I still say we’re over here, we need to head south to this road. We can follow that east to Hallowfel. I know some people who know some people, you know?”

“Uh, guys,” I said, raising my voice to get attention, “I said I know where we are.”

“We shouldn’t do things by half measures,” Daniel countered, still clueless to my presence, “there’s a chapterhouse of the Order a short way west on that road, we could get to Hollowfel much faster on horseback.”

I felt the veins in my temples throb. Were they deliberately ignoring me?

Ryan looked like a child caught between two arguing parents. “Come on, you guys, we have to make a decision!”

I’d never felt so angry before in my life. Before I really knew what I was doing, I whacked the top of Daniel’s helmet down so that it covered his eyes and stuck there. I then used the distraction to snatch the map moments before the paladin managed to reef the helm off his head. “What the fuck?!?” He swore, glaring at me, red-faced. I slammed the map back down in front of them. “We are here,” I informed, pointing at our exact location, “these are the Standing Stones of Caer Dur, the highest peak of the region that you can see there.” I brought my pointing finger up to draw their attention to an oddly shaped peak. “Caer Dur is a dwarven stronghold. A dragon once blasted the peak with magic attempting to invade the city below backed by an army of trolls. If we travel directly east, we can take this trade road south toward the down of Venifar, from which we have more options. Before that, though, we can take shelter in one of the forts along the trade road, they’re spaced evenly along the route to keep the ore flowing from Caer Dur. It’s patrolled but this is wild country, there are bandits, orcs and worse in these woods.”

They stared at me for a while, to a point where I thought I was going to have to teach someone a lesson again, until Thomas coughed. “Not that we’re not happy to have you back with us, princess,” he said, earning a warning growl from me, “but I have studied the arcane lore of these lands and I’ve never heard of these standing stones. How do you know they’re there if they’re not marked on the map?”

“Thomas… Vanad,” I said, knowing his new name without needing an introduction, “you’re what, in your thirties?”

He scowled. “I’m twenty eight… Vanad is, anyway.”

“Right, Ressia is eighty seven,” I explained patiently, “still a child by the standards of the elves but I’ve been travelling this world for most of my life. I’m a bard, dumbass, and if I remember my class table correctly, I’m about 10th level according to my spells. About the only people who might know more than me are specialist sages in their fields and I’m betting they don’t have my breadth of knowledge… or, of course, higher level bards.”

“What, we’re going to trust the chick’s sense of direction now?” Jason griped rhetorically.

It took a lot of willpower not to bust him in the chops again. “You know what? Fine. You boys sit around and circle jerk each other until dark, I am going east. If you’d like to be sleeping in a warm bed tonight I’ll let you tag along.” With that, I stood up from where I knelt, dusted off my knees and turned on my heels to begin the long walk east. Absently, I wondered why I’d been a girl for less than half an hour yet referred to the others as ‘you boys’.

“Is that an offer?” Jason called after me. I gave him the finger without turning around or even so much as breaking stride.

“Shit, dude,” Ryan scolded, “that was uncalled for. I don’t know about you guys but she seems to know what she’s talking about. I’m going with her.”

“Fuck, man, it’s not like she’ll give you any,” Jason retorted.

I’d made it clear soon after I’d met Jason that I didn’t appreciate his ‘jokes’ and if he mistreated any woman in front of me we were going to have words. It seemed that now that I was a woman, he’d completely forgotten my feelings on the matter. As I entered the forest with Ryan close on my heels and the sound of bickering far behind us, I found myself wondering if I should go back, cut his hamstrings and leave him for the crows. A half hour as a woman and I was already contemplating the murder of a chauvinist pig, though honestly I’d felt the same way as a man.

“They’re following us,” Ryan informed me as he caught up, though I was aware of Daniel and Vanad’s bumbling as they clumsily picked their path. Jason was faster on his feet, being both an elf and a rogue, but his angry muttering gave him away. I took some delight in picking my way through the uneven forest floor with ease, partly thanks to my low-light vision, a gift from my elven heritage. “Look, about Zenis… I mean, Jason,” Ryan continued, “you’re best ignoring him. I know this change is hard on you but in a weird way we’re all dealing with it. You gave us a scare going all blank like that, we thought you’d snapped. Jason’s dealing with it by being an asshole but he’ll get over it.”

“Ryan,” I sighed, glancing over my shoulder at him and noting that the others were about twenty feet behind us, “you’re a nice guy but you’ve seriously got to work on your judgement. Last year I came within a hair’s breadth of kicking Jason’s ass for harassing a girl gamer at an event. Since then he’s reigned in his impulses… but he’s in engineering. I think they test for a poor attitude towards females as a requirement for acceptance. It’s not just a coping mechanism, he really is an asshole.”

Ryan mulled that one over as we walked and I was glad for the eventual quiet as we fell into routine. I was also happy to be going first because it meant I could concentrate on keeping a lookout and not on the way the protuberances on my chest would bounce as I walked. My mind also strayed to the million gold piece question: why had I been turned into a girl?

I ran over what I’d done during the test to try and figure out if anything I’d done seemed to warrant an F next to gender on my character sheet but for the life of me I couldn’t think of anything. By talking to the goblin I’d solved the situation with social skill; by picking the book, I’d chosen knowledge over magic or fighting prowess and by organizing the others by pushing them into following their strengths and helping out rather than taking on a job alone I’d shown some classic qualities of the bard class. The others were obvious, except for Thomas who seemed to have fallen into his role rather than earned it. Wizards are among the worst hand to hand combatants, compounded by having every reason to dump their Strength score, and he’d taken up the ring due more to the fact that it had been the only item left. We had a Cleric, a Fighter and a Rogue, a balanced party needed a Wizard to round things out only I’d shown social aptitude where he hadn’t.

None of which indicated that I needed a change of gender, though I worried that my addiction to TG fiction had something to do with it. Before you jump to conclusions, allow me to explain. I wasn’t transgendered. What I enjoyed about TG fiction was the transformative aspect, a person changing their physical form into something else. I enjoyed a lot of fiction from that perspective like furry, superhero and otherkin stuff (otherkin are a group of people who believe they’re the incarnations of mythical creatures… considering what I now know, I’m no longer willing to rule out that they might be right). But I was not transgendered… or at least that’s what I kept telling myself at the time (but let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves).

I was keeping my eyes out for trouble, however, as we clambered through the ancient forest and the work succeeded in keeping me distracted and focussed. Nothing like the threat of death around every corner to remind you how good it is just to be alive. If anything, the woods got thicker and we were often forced to clamber over moss-slick boulders to make progress. Even the flatter ground was broken by tangles of roots that forced you to pick each step carefully, slowing our pace to the point where I wondered if we’d make the road by nightfall much less a nice, cosy, inn.

We were working our way around a tall hill when I noticed something amiss, thanking whatever part of my brain had nagged me to look up every so often. I made Ryan stop with a quick hand signal and waited while the rest caught up, holding my finger over my lips to indicate that they should be quiet. Then I pointed up at IT.

On earth there are bird-eating spiders the size of dinner plates that eat birds, snakes and rodents. Nothing quite awakens your childhood fear of spiders quite like a three foot long spider hanging on a web made of quarter-inch thick strands. I had caught sight of it because a stray beam of light glistened off its chitineous black carapace, otherwise I might have walked underneath it blissfully unaware; or straight into its web. In the game, giant spiders aren’t a big deal, at least ones this size weren’t. There’s a big difference between statistics on a page and the real deal in your face, however. I’m happy to say I wasn’t the only one whos heart was racing.

“What do we do?” Daniel asked in a whisper. “Go around? Will there be more of them?”

“Grown spiders are solitary hunters,” I whispered back, “though the anthropology we’re used to goes out the window in this world. I know an old school trick, though, giant spider webs are flammable. Torch the web and the spider gets tangled up in its own web and burns to death.”

“Good luck with that,” Jason whispered, “I’m not taking that thing on.”

“Actually, I was thinking Daniel…”

“Sir Altek,” Daniel corrected, looking a little offended.

“I was thinking Sir Altek should burn the web. Paladins have better fortitude saves.”

“Celton,” Sir Altek raised his voice slightly to call Ryan’s attention, “you got a Neutralize Poison memorized?”

Celton, the former Ryan, nodded.

“I’ll do it. Zenis, string your bow. If you get a shot, take it; just make sure I’m clear first.”

Zenis nodded. I strung my own bow without being asked while Altek moved forward, pulling a torch from his pack along with flint and tinder. Zenis glanced at me as I stepped up beside him and sneered. “Maybe you should stay back with Alton, sweetcheeks,” he said, sotto voice, “I wouldn’t want you to shoot me by accident.”

“True, it’s hard to tell one vermin from another,” I retorted, keeping my voice as low as possible, “but don’t worry, if I shoot you it’ll be on purpose.”

His scowl deepened as we pulled back out bows and took aim when Altek finally got the torch lit. The spider twitched, probably feeling the light and heat rather than seeing it. The thing was still twenty feet in the air, after all, and preferred hunting prey that had already been ensnared. Vermin aren’t the smartest creatures in the manual, by the time it moved it was too late, the webs were burning.

Giant spider webs are indeed extremely flammable; it was like watching someone throw a match into petrol. The spider actually screeched as it fell, wiggling all its legs and twitching, wrapped in fire. Altek backed off to give us a clear view and we didn’t disappoint, putting two arrows each into its soft underbelly. Finally, it curled up into a ball and ceased all lay still. The paladin prodded it a few times with his sword to confirm the kill before kicking it out of the way, the fire slowly dying out. The forest was moist, so there weren’t any secondary fires, if I’d thought that likely I wouldn’t have suggested it and Altek put the torch out by shoving the head into a patch of bare soil.

Slightly shaken, all of us reminded of the dangers we now faced, we continued on in silence, each of us glancing nervously about for signs of danger.

I can tell you one thing, since that day I ALWAYS look up.

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Enjoying this one!

I don't usually comment much but I truly love stories where gamers become characters. You are handling this one quite well and I am looking forward to seeing Zenis get whats coming to him....

Bruce

Hey, Erin,

You are finally in a story: Halfelven, womyn and bard.

Isn't this typical! I get first comment and I just use it to goof around.... Well, that's wrong, but there weren't any comments up when I started writing this.....

Dr. Bender, you seem like a very experienced, gifted writer. I am enjoying this series and Fate and the Iron Tiger was very interesting and a gripping story. I don't understand very much of that world/universe, but I look forward to more.

Some commenters/bloggers were recently talking about DnD, pulled into a magical world, stories; where they were (on the web) and how some were not finished. I bet you are pleasing those folks immensely with your stories, now on BCTS. Welcome and thank you!

Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee

Ready for work, 1992. Renee_3.jpg

Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee

Dude looks like a Bard

Nice to know that I was correct in picking up on my favored class the Bard. They are I think one of the most useful and overlooked classes in the AD&D system. Jason may be falling into his character more than some of the others, likely it is not that far off his own in many ways and will get him in deep trouble soon than later. I also, think that it will be harder for James to hold into his male side with nearly three times the female memories as male memories. And depending on how happy those memories were vs. his male memories it will be more difficult still. It also seems that they picked up quite a few other items both magical and mundane with their new forms. Looking forward to seeing how they are treated and react to meeting others when they reach what passes for civilization.

Tale Spinner

You know there is little difference between a game master and a bard right? Both are storytellers who entertain and amaze their audiences. Still the reasoning why she was transformed into a bard makes sense. The why into a woman is harder. I image that more than a few of Jack L. Chalker's readers wasn't trans-anything although sure enough fascinated by transformations for certain. The same goes for the popular Whateley Academy series. I'm sure most of the readers are Trans, but not all. Was that why he is now a she?

Still not so sure about the Tag/Cat line, but I'm enjoying the story so far.

Grover

Jack Chalker

Jack Chalker,
was an incredible story teller, and a truly nice individual. I sent him an email and got a very nice reply back from him. I also got a reply from Anne McCaffrey who is also a great story teller, but that one left me with a strong feeling that she didn't like men much.

Jack Chalker

TheCropredyKid's picture

Jack was, indeed, a nice guy and an interesting conversationalist - i was happy to call him a friend, though we only saw each other two or three times most years at SF cons.

His personal kinks that coloured his stories did get a tad old after the fourth or fifth book ... At one con in Huntsville in 1985, i was sitting by the pool talking to Jack's wife, who was swimming, and i said something about how his latest book was another of his form-controls-persona/transformation stories with the usual D/S and S/M elements was kind of wearing out its welcome.

Eva said "Oh, would you please tell him that? He won't listen to me..."

Jack once told me about the night he was driving and a truck that said "GOD Inc" on the side passed him.

He turned around and followed it to a depot to find out if someone was messing with him. (I forget what the real-world GOD Inc was an acronym for.)

 
 
 
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Really???

Diesel Driver's picture

Hi Grover, I have to wonder about the percentage of Whately readers being one way or the other. I don't know any personally so I really have no data. But don't you think that most of those stories are well written and good enough to stand on their own as genuine drama? I think they are. Especially the original canon writers. I think the originals mostly outshine the current crop though unfortunately. I've pretty much given up on them. When you're used to the quality (and quantity) that Diane Castle puts out, most don't measure up. Maggie Finson too. Really it's hard to compare and it's all subjective of course. It was a sad day for me when Maggie was driven out by the idiots who don't have a clue how to make a constructive criticism. I don't know how many of the others who left did so because of that. I followed Diane to the Twisting the Hellmouth web site and She's got the highest number of recommendations per story of anyone there. Be that as it may, I'm not transgendered, I do like the cloth women's clothing is made from because it's simply more comfortable. Cotton makes me itch and I don't want to say what torture wool is. Blech.
Back to the original topic, I am pretty sure you know the other authors a lot better than I do and also probably know many of the readers so I guess you're probably right but it would be interesting to take a poll, assuming everyone gave an honest answer.

Chris

Ressia,

Is already showing her leadership skills in the wild, and her breadth of knowledge about the world they're in now. Which is a good thing for them all. Jason/Zenis was likely an asshole all along, and I'm pretty sure there's going to be trouble with and for him in future chapters.

The others appear to be fitting themselves into the group type mentality any good party needs to survive.

Nice chapter, there, Doc.

Maggie

Momma has arrived!

Or if you calculate it in human terms, since she is in her eighties, is it more like Grandma has arrived? And those 4 (grand)children really need her. I was a bit insulted by the engineering bit about Jason until I realized I am a female engineer and am a bit different I guess. To be fair, I work with a lot of engineers and once in a while you get one of those know it all ones but luckily the older ones are more self-filtering and had finally learned better social skills so I have not had as much difficulty to get them to allow me to shine. Working in a small company helps as they have no choice but to give you more autonomy to do your job as they do not have time to second guess you all the time.

It's gonna be a bumpy ride and if you can't trust somebody to cover your back, well, it has to be a group decision whether to keep him or not.

Kim

It wasn't my intention to

It wasn't my intention to offend, it may be a uniquely Australian thing prevalent in our Universities. Schools are also a different kettle of fish to the real world once you go out and get a job.

While this does come from my own experiences, I'd hate for anyone to think that Ressia's word is the 'word of god' on the matter. She is speaking from her own point of view and Jason is, unfortunately, a jerk.

It fl000ws :)

Thnxal0t
&
0h, I hope you're having fun ??

0therwise I will have to discuss it, again, with my associates.
I know they, will, smile.. Dangerously so.

( Which I always found strange as they have so small a sense of humor? )

It's a true gift to find three so good tellers of tales doing what I love the most, fantasy.
I always found them better than mere Science Fiction. There you are circumstanced by beam weapons nano tech etc but in a fantasy you can use that, as well as any magic dreams you find inside your imagination.

And yours flows so enthrallingly well, my dear doctor :)

Heh, all three made into a anthology would be a most cool gift when you're all satisfied with your work.
It even makes me want to write one, and considering what little I know, that would be a true disaster :)

As a DnD buff from before

As a DnD buff from before there were hard bound books....I'm really enjoying this series.

Dance the Dance you're in.

Dance the dream you're in

I know nothing about D & G

But I finally managed to root my way through the first chapter without weeping in dismay. this chapter was quite nice, with the jargon being minimal.

Thank you.

Khadijah

Darn it

I know next to nothing about all the things the good doctor writes about,( I guess I led a dutiful, Catholic sheltered life) but now I have three stories on my list that he has going that I intend to follow dutifully like a charter member of his fan club.

So now that I have read all

So now that I have read all four chapters, a very nice set up of the story line and a great explanation of each character we have been introduced to. Ressia is apparently going to have lots of problems from Jason/Zenis, until she takes him down a peg or two.

From Ressia with Love

terrynaut's picture

Wow. Jason really is a sexist jerk. I hope he learns the hard way to respect her. I expect she'll have to save his life to get him to change his ways.

One question I had though. Why didn't they just go around the spider? Did they have to burn it? Poor spider. It didn't exactly jibe with the way Ressia handled the goblin/boy test.

I'm still enjoying this story a lot though. I'll keep reading. I really do love this type of story, and your writing is very good.

Thanks and kudos.

- Terry

Jason the jerk

Diesel Driver's picture

The problem with hoping he learns the hard way is that it could get them all killed. If you mean by getting turned into a woman and seeing it from that side, I'd say hit him with it... And hope he actually learns.

Chris

Going around a Giant Spider

Haylee V's picture

Terry:

Being a long-time gamer, and former DM, I can honestly tell you, given what the good Doc wrote to set up the scene, that going around this spider would be next to impossible. He stated that the spider was airborne, about 20 feet ABOVE them. He also stated the spider was approximately three feet around, thus making him Monstrous in size. This means that (doing calculations in my head) the web had to be AT LEAST 60 feet in diameter. Given that the party was in a low-light situation, with limited visibility (I'd wager 25% or less), the chances of being ensnared by the spider's web, and subsequently poisoned were close to 99%. setting the web aflame was, sad to say, about their only option for survival. As for the poor spider, I assure you, a three-foot, HIGHLY VENOMOUS arachnid is by no means what one would consider poor...

*Kisses Always*
Haylee V

Things are looking up, so to speak...

Diesel Driver's picture

Some, perhaps most, men don't seem to even realize that they treat women without respect. My wife pointed it out to me at a home depot. She asked the salesman a question about something and the buffoon turned away from her and started explaining to me. I had to stop him and tell him "Dude, it's no my project and I didn't ask you the question. Why are you explaining it to me instead of to my wife, who by the way is the one who asked? I'm just along for muscle." We got his name and gave it to the manager but it happened twice more before we'd gotten what my wife needed for her project. I didn't realize I was doing it too till she told me and told me to watch these guys when she asked a question. It took me a bit but I think I'm better now.
In the world they are now in (which I know very little about) I'd bet that Jason's attitude could very easily get him killed.

Chris

Nitpick

TheCropredyKid's picture

A Kendrick male of the Lensman series...

"Kinnison"

 
 
 
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