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#375
by Veteran MM77 - 9/18/2003 4:35:22 PM
-----------------STORY/SAGAS*INDEX------------------
The CariElf Fanclub is dedicated to ALL of STARDOCK. And is open to ALL.
Yellow Sign : * AI:CariElf * #15
TheQuack : * The dodgy brothers * #104
* CARI-CON * # 181
* Code Wars * part2 #122
* Divine Secrets * Post # 201,202,203,206,223,224,225,226,227,260
Blue Ocean : * Code Wars * part1 #110 part3 123
* The Voyage * Post # 189,193,212
Killa Koala : * LORD TERROSTAR VICE PRESIDENT Chistopher Packer's diary * # 211
* A STORY OF LUST AND POWER GONE WRONG * Post # 255,257,259
* The Skowbo Swamp Prose Competition * #326
KitWarrior : * ( Greetings of new times ) * #284
MM77 : * On the spot report * #128
* C-Files * post #183 #252
* When Gods Evolves * #267
* Planet CariElf * #273
* KitWarrior * part1 # 282 part3 #287
* GC*AFTER HOURS * post# 335,363
* GC* BEFORE HOURS * post# 373,374
CariElf : * KitWarrior * part2 #284
---------------------POEM*INDEX---------------------
The CariElf Fanclub is dedicated to ALL of STARDOCK. And is open to ALL.
Killa Koala: post #18 #40
Keith La Mothe: #34
Gerakken: post #125 #330
The Quack: #262
MM77: post #12 #180 #217 #219 #228 #272
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The CariElf Fanclub is dedicated to ALL of STARDOCK. And is open to ALL.
Blue Ocean: post# 108,120,130,159
wampyre: #165
TheQuack: post# 169,262
KitWarrior: #291
Killa Koala: #292
MM77: post# 24,26,64,68,102,106,117,128,231,253
Ray the Wanderer: #166
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I will create these as subcategories under the Cari_Elf Fan Club Category on the WOTW site.
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#377
by Veteran MM77 - 9/18/2003 8:36:53 PM
idleprocess,
Thank You, Your HELP in placing us there means a lot to ME and HOPEFULLY others.
You have made a LOVELY and GREAT website.
Thank You again from us ALL.
P.S. IF ANYONE from STARDOCK dislikes any direction I go in GC*AFTER HOURS or GC*BEFORE HOURS, PLEASE DROP ME A LINE.
If you like them still drop a line those were made to entertain STARDOCK mostly.
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*bump*
Oh, yeah...I want to join!
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Glad to see that you could find this tread I was looking for it but could'nt find it.
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A search for CariElf doesn't show up anything because there are spaces between the letters.
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Of course, duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! 
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I haven't heard from MM77 in a while. Wonder where he is?
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He is back in the shadows. 
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Thanks CariElf!!!!!
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Note: This story was first published elsewhere, but is dedicated to a CariElf Fanclub fan.
Warning: Some major characters die in this story. Unfortunately it just goes to show that life is not fair. I tried to save them, but they slipped away.
Also, the personal hygiene matters indirectly referred to in this story were changed for dramatic effect and may not reflect reality.
The Search for Kit
Part 1
“I swear Wombie, if builders built buildings the way programmers wrote programs, then the first woodpecker that came along would destroy civilization”.
“Computer on the blink again?”
“Dead as a door knob. The Captain offered to let me use his. But… You know…”
“Too ancient, too slow?”
“Slow as. It’s a shame the new state-of-the-art PC I bought for him got broken when the…” Killa peered around cautiously, “…girls assaulted me”.
“Yea. Horrible. How was the month in hospital?”
“Aw, you know. The usual. Nice food, witty doctors, but so boring!”
“The weeping puss seems to have finally cleared up, hasn’t it?”
“Well, where you can see anyway. The infection has just been drained. I have to say Wombie, your missus has got a mean bite…”.
Wombie looked wistful. “Yea. Very strong jaws. Once she’s got a grab she doesn’t let go. You should see her with a bone”.
“Hmmmmm. And ya know what Wombie?”
“What?”
“I’m bored!”
“Bored?”
“Bored!”
“Tsk. My mum always said only the boring are bored”.
“Hmph. That’s what mothers are for. And ya know what Wombie?”
“What?”
“I’ve decided we’re gonna look for Kit!”
“Kit who?”
“You know…KitWarrior! Tall, dark, mysterious, evil”.
“Ah, Kit. Didn’t he get married or um, what’s the reverse?”
“Jilted?”
“Yea, or jilted. Didn’t he run off because he got married or jilted?”
“Well, he was always a bit fragile. Good shoulders, though”.
“I’m telling you. Married or jilted”.
“Really Wombie. I think there may be a little bit more to it than that!”
“And you mean to find out?”
“Exactly. And what we don’t find out, I’ll make up!”
Wombie chuckled. “Killa, you’re not like that. Anyway, I’m sure that Kit doesn’t want to be found. And is this conversation going anywhere?”
“No, I’m just bored”.
Part 2
Killa and Wombie fidgeted in their chairs.
The detective eyed them with a coldly curious expression. He stubbed out his cigarette, and lit another. “And you want me to investigate him? Find out where he is? Find out exactly what happened to him?”
Killa wrung his paws. “Yes. Yes I… yes we do”.
Killa and Wombie perched on chairs in a small, dingy office. The detective sat in a chair on the other side of a compact wooden desk, with his feet on the desk. A closed window behind the detective looked onto a brick wall. There was a dilapidated wooden bookcase with a few hardcover books against one wall. A bare light bulb with a metal shade illuminated the desk with a harsh black and white light. In a corner of the otherwise bare room was an umbrella and hat stand.
The detective wore an old-fashioned, yet well-cut suit, and a smart wide-brimmed hat. His face was weathered and masculine. He’d seen it all, and he knew it all. He had experience. He was cold. The detective’s eyes grimaced. “It’s gonna cost guys. Cost big.”
Killa blushed, glanced at Wombie, and reached into his clutchbag. “Is this enough?” Killa asked hesitantly, thrusting 200 credits towards the detective. The detective pocketed the money disdainfully and nodded. “You’ve got yourself a deal”, he said with a wry twitch of his eyebrow. “You must want this KitWarrior bad. My first report will be with you within a week.”
Killa took a shuddering breath and slithered off the stacked phone books on the chair. Wombie shook his head and followed. At the door, Killa turned and said breathlessly “Oh, but you must be careful. I'm afraid of him when he’s been drinking. What he might do. Mightn't he...Mightn't he do something to you if he discovers you’re investigating him…following him?"
The detective shrugged without moving his shoulders. He stubbed out his cigarette, and lit another. “I can look after myself. Always have. Always will. This chap doesn’t sound like too much of a handful.”
Wombie looked up and frowned. “He might be savage if cornered, Mr Spade. Some of the stories he’s told me… And his military training... He was a Sergeant…”
“Do you want me to find him or not?”
Killa quickly said, “Yes. Yes, you’re right. It’s just that I’ve never done this before. But I…we have to know. We have to know what happened to him. He was so full of life. So vibrant. So much fun to be with. But now… he may even be married. I once heard a rumour that he had a wife and children on Skowbo II”.
The detective snorted quietly "As they usually do, though not always on Skowbo II".
The detective silently watched the fauna leave his office, with a curled lip. After the animals had gone, he tore off his mask and tapped his chin with a finger. Gerakken loved to play at ‘Sam Spade the detective’.
Part 3
Effie strolled into the office and closed the door. Gerakken was sitting at the desk alone, rolling a cigarette. Effie clicked her fingers to get his attention. “You’ve got a new customer boss. Better put your mask on. Oh, and this one’s a knockout…” Gerakken looked up with interest.
Effie showed a young woman into the office, and left, closing the door. Gerakken gestured to a chair. “Take a seat. I’m Spade. Sam Spade.” He eyed the woman. He was confronted by an innocent-looking, stunning brunette beauty, a nervy but cool woman.
She sat coyly, and looked around demurely. “I have many names Mr Spade, and many loyalties. You can call me Flowergirl or Cotal, I don’t care”.
The detective grunted. “Cotal will do. You’re pretty famous now, aren’t you?”
Cotal peered at the detective from under her fringe. “I suppose. I try to keep a low profile, but, I don’t know… things happen around me”.
“Hmm. What do you want Miss?”
“How do you know I’m a Miss? I could be married.”
“Well doll, I am a detective. I can’t see a wedding ring. And you’re wearing a nun’s habit. I’ve put two and two together”.
Cotal was impressed. “I’ve come to the right detective then. I…need someone investigated. It’s…personal. An affair of the heart.”
“What’s he done to you? Do you want him dealt with?”
Cotal blanched. “Oh no, nothing like that. He’s been courting me, and I’m confused. He’s a pirate and he wants me to forsake my Order and my empire and join him on his ship.”
“And he said he’d take you to Heaven?”
“Why yes! As well as Paradise and Earth!”
“Don’t they all. Have spaceship, will travel. What do you want to know about him?”
“What he does. Who his friends are. What his family is like. Mr Spade, I’ve been hurt before by a pirate. Kitten and I were going to marry, but he left me without a word. I was heart-broken. I couldn’t take that again.” She held back a sob.
“And what sort of guy is your latest amour?”
Cotal blushed. “Where do I start. He’s fun, and he’s witty. Considerate, handsome, shy, intelligent. Quotes poetry. Great to be with. Devoted to me. He’s a typical Aussie from Sydney. Tells wonderful stories: I still laugh when I think of the story about Sergeant Stubby. Did I say Quack is a duck? Well, a gander really.”
“Mm. Sounds quite a catch. If you’re into ducks. My first report will be with you within a week.” He stubbed out his cigarette, and lit another.
At the door, Cotal turned and said breathlessly “But you must be careful Mr Spade. I'm deathly afraid of him when he’s been drinking beer. What he might do. Not to me, but to others. He has a temper”.
“Don’t they all. I can take care of myself, doll”.
Part 4
Pontius stood up at the dinner table, and raised his glass.
“May I propose a toast to our dear friends, the ANZACs, on this historic visit of friendship. I feel that we have come to a mutual understanding. You understand your place in the galactic scheme of things, and we’ll help you stay there”. The pirates laughed.
Ambassador Evil Steve looked sardonically at the G.R.O.S.S. Captain and pursed his lips. The dinner party on the Ship of Doom was limping towards the cheese and red wine stage. The two waiters finished pouring the red wine for the official toasts.
Hurley and Jaws sniffed their glasses appreciatively. Hurley nudged Jaws and whispered “Blackcurrant and mulberry, with chocolate overtones, and perhaps a hint of…”
“Blueberries?” murmured Jaws.
“More like strawberry, and perhaps…”
“Vanilla?”
“Orange”
“More mandarin than orange I think”
“A hint of passionfruit too”
“Guava as well”
“Ah yes, and mango and a hint of charcoal”.
Quack looked soulfully at his beer as it was taken away, and picked up his red wine unsurely. He sniffed it, but it just smelled like plonk.
Emperor BlueSteel lurched to his feet and held his glass up, swaying slightly. “Captain Pilot, that toast was as dry as a dead dingo’s donger.” He slopped his red wine. “I gotta say, it’s been a grouse evening, here with our new cobbers. There’s no reason we can’t all get along like sheep in a paddock. We know yous pirates are as cunning as shithouse rats, and yous think we’re dingbats. But give us diggers a fair suck of the sav, and keep your paws off our shielas, and we’ll be ridgie didge.”
Quack finished translating to the Captain. As Pontius raised his glass again, Ambassador Evil Steve leant over. “Captain, is this the rare bottle of Penfolds Grange 2150 we brought especially for this toast?”
Captain Pilot nodded. “It was lovingly decanted in the kitchen. You’ll find that some pirates have a nose for a good drop. We’ve plundered enough of it, eh.” The pirates laughed.
Evil Steve nodded and smiled. “Excellent. May our glorious friendship last forever”.
Part 5
Cotal and Quack strolled along the quiet street. The rain was steady, and cold. Quack suddenly took his jacket off and swept it over a puddle ahead of Cotal. She looked at the gander adoringly.
They stopped to huddle for shelter under an awning next to a deserted blind alley and a broken fence. One lone street lamp made dark shadows against a brick wall that displayed a dilapidated poster for an old play ‘Swing Your Lady’.
Cotal turned to Quack. “How did the official dinner go? Will there be lasting peace between our empires?”
Quack shrugged. “It went well enough. But how can people eat that muck? Give me good army food any day. Anyway, by the end toasts the ANZACs looked pleased with the outcome. But Cotal…”
Cotal looked down into the gander’s eyes. “What my little duckie?”
“Don’t tell anyone of our love. Mum’s the word, OK?”
Before Cotal could answer, a man lurched towards them from the alley, and pulled out a zorcher. Quack cried out, “Cotal!” and flung himself in front of her. The stranger fired towards Cotal and a black hole appeared in Quack’s chest. The stranger turned and ran.
Cotal screamed, and flung herself over the dying gander as he slumped to the pavement. “Why, why, why!” she cried to the unforgiving sky, as the cruel rain swept away her bitter tears.
Part 6
Cotal paced the office. The detective watched her from his desk. He stubbed out his cigarette, and lit another.
With a trembling, helpless voice she said, “Someone tried to kill me. If it wasn’t for my Quack…” She blew her nose and continued. “I can’t tell the ANZACs or they’ll find out about Quackie. Can't you shield me so that I won't have to answer anyone’s questions. You've got to trust me, Mr. Spade. Oh, I'm so alone and afraid. I've got nobody to help me if you won't help me. Be generous, Mr. Spade. You're brave. You're strong. You can spare me some of that courage and strength surely. Help me, Mr. Spade. I need help so badly. I've no right to ask you, I know I haven't, but I do ask you. Help me.”
The detective raised an eyebrow. “You won't need much of anybody's help. You're good. It's chiefly your eyes, I think, and that throb you get in your voice when you say things like 'Be generous, Mr. Spade.'”
Cotal blushed. “I deserve that. But the lie was in the way I said it. Not at all in what I said. It's my own fault if you can't believe me now.” She sighed and flickered her eyelashes.
The detective grinned. “Now you are dangerous. How bad a spot are you in?”
“As bad as could be.”
”Physical danger?”
”I'm not heroic. I don't think there's anything worse than death.”
”Then it's that?”
”It's that as surely as we're sitting here - unless you help me.”
”Who shot Quack? Who are your enemies?
”I don't know. Now that I am at the top I have so many. I'm afraid, I don't know.”
“I’ll find out who is trying to murder you, but I want another payment. And Cotal, don’t leave the planet”.
Part 7
Wombie stared at Killa. “But who would poison Captain Pilot? Why would anyone poison the Captain?”
Killa rolled his eyes. “Oh please. Do we have all day?”
Wombie looked thoughtful. “I suppose the pirates aren’t exactly loved. But coming at the same time as Quack’s shooting!”
“Something is going on, Wombie. And I can’t put my paw on it.”
Wombie sipped his white wine. Killa sipped his pinot.
“Is the Captain going to make it?”
Killa shook his head. “They don’t know. I heard it was an unusual poison. The Spymaster is investigating of-course”.
Wombie frowned. “A nasty business mate. And we’re just lowly grunts. We’ll never find out the details. There’ll be a cover-up if Pontius survives. And the pirates will tear themselves apart if he …passes on”.
“We live in interesting times Wombie”.
Wombie sipped his white wine. Killa sipped his pinot.
Part 8
Gerakken slammed the table.
“I want answers and I want them now”. Spittle flew from his mouth as the gathered spies cringed. “I’m gone on R&R for a few days, and look what happens! Find the Captain’s poisoner! And I want to know who tried to shoot Cotal! Her death in G.R.O.S.S. territory would have started a war with the ANZACs! She can make or break empires with her metaverse wealth. Who would want a war between us? I want answers. Go!”
The room emptied. Gerakken put his head in his hands. ‘What would Sam Spade do?’ he wondered listlessly. ‘What would Richelieu do?’ He went to light up but realised he didn't smoke. But his thoughts kept returning to Cotal and her fluttering eyelashes. Flutter. Flutter. Flutter.
He squeezed his eyes tight and groaned.
Part 9
The hospital lights were dim. Machines beeped and gurgled. The duck lay on the bed, close to death. His chest rose and fell slowly, painfully, with each tortured breath. The doctors couldn’t say whether he would come out of his coma. The doctors had left Cotal to carry on her lone bedside vigil.
Cotal cried and cried. “I’ve been such a fool Quackie! Why didn’t I say yes and run away with you! You’re the best, most loyal man, er, creature that’s come into my life. I don’t deserve you. If only I could turn back time. You put me on a pedestal and I repaid you with mistrust and coyness. Why have my womanly instincts led me to this? I shall never mistrust a man again. Let this be a lesson to all women. Stand by your duck!”
The hospital room door opened and a strange man stood there, slyly.
Cotal gasped and held her hand to her breast. “Who are you?” she gasped in a frightened whisper. “I’ll scream!”
“No need for that dearie. I have the first report from your detective, Mr Spade. He hasn’t time to meet you, so he asked me to deliver it. Here it is…”
The stranger handed Cotal a manila envelope and left the room.
Cotal threw the folder in the trash. “Oh Quackie. My loyal gander. I’ll never doubt you again. Just recover and smile for me. I want to feel your wings around me. You are the wind beneath my wings”.
Part 10
Cotal looked at the folder, and away. Tears still welled in her eyes. Quack still lay in a coma.
She looked at the folder and back at Quack.
She reached out and picked up the folder.
And put it down.
And picked it up.
And put it down.
And picked it up.
“Perhaps just a quick peek. I certainly would like to know about your family, my little duckie. I’m sure it’s a glowing report”. Cotal opened the report with a fond smile, and read.
Task: Investigate Quack the duck, otherwise known as TheQuack.
Actions taken: Quack’s room on Ship of Doom searched.
Result: Various objects found.
List: 1 deathray zorcher, reported stolen by G.R.O.S.S. police. Clothes with unidentified stains. Unmade bunk. Sheets with unidentified stains. Dirty dishes and 11 pizza boxes. 27 beer bottles, empty. 21 beer bottles, unopened. 204 credits. 12 wookie porn videos. 29 wookie porn magazines. 1 broken porn bot. 1 leather strap with studs. 2 clamps, purpose unknown. 1 bar of soap, unused. A sketch of ‘Cotal’ (nude) signed by ‘Quack’. 5 marked card decks. 1 pair of loaded dice. 11 prophylactic devices, newly washed, oiled and laid out to dry. 87 sheets of doggerel verse love poems dedicated to 37 different girls. 327 love letters from 52 girls. Music discs labelled ‘Music for seduction’. 1 photo of Quack’s mum, framed. Military uniforms, neatly pressed and folded. 1 book: a cover titled ‘Kama Sutra: Updated for the 23rd century, with seventeen new species included!’ (subtitled ‘How To Keep Chicks Interested’) but actually containing the book ‘10001 Trivia Facts For The Terminally Geeky’. Monarchist literature.
Cotal fought down a wave of nausea and tore the report to shreds. She turned and pulled the cord for Quack’s life support from the socket, and left the hospital room, darkly.
The machine went beep, beep, beep, beep, beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep…
Part 11
The CariElf Temple clerk looked at the application form critically, and handed it back to the man from G.R.O.S.S. "You haven't filled in parts 6, 38(b), 192(e) and 254(d) properly".
The man from G.R.O.S.S. threw his hands in the air. "All I want to know is whether KitWarrior is here- at the CariElf Temple! Can't you just tell me?"
The clerk snorted. "Arrivals at the CariElf Temple are individually logged on a card and filed in our card system. Do you have any idea how long it would take to search all of those millions of cards?"
"But surely you use a computer...?"
"A computer? We don't have a budget for a computer! I'm told the Temple is upgrading to microfiche next year. That's a great leap forward for us, let me tell you".
The man from G.R.O.S.S. shook his head and left the Temple front office despondently. Spymaster Gerakken was not going to be pleased with news of this deadend.
Part 12
Killa looked at Wombie, who looked at Gerakken. “So you were Sam Spade, the detective…amazing!”
Gerakken nodded. “I dabble in private-eye work for recreation. Keeps me feeling young. But I too was interested in young Kit’s whereabouts. My spies have searched for him for many months, with only limited success.”
Killa’s lip quivered. “Then we’ll never find him? He’s gone? Forever?”
“Oh, we think we know where he is, but we can’t get to him.”
“Huh?”
“Know that there are greater powers in the Metaverse than even I can muster. Kit disappeared after the Galactic Peace Ball. He was last seen dancing with Cotal at the Ball. But we have no positive sighting of him after the Peace Ball riot. There is a vague trail to Skowbo II and the CariElf temple. All signs point to him leading a celibate life as a CariElf priest. But we can’t confirm that…”
Wombie shook his head in amazement. “Poor Kit. Celibate! That will knock him for six! Still, if that’s what he wants, we must respect his wishes”.
Killa looked confused.
Gerakken shook his head in agreement. “We can’t know whether he is still sane…after all, we’re talking months of celibacy. That’s week upon week upon week. A very long time. Months. Many, many, many days…of celibacy. Absolute, utter celibacy. Do you know what celibacy means?”
Killa shook his head. Wombie whispered in Killa’s ear.
Killa gasped. “No…”
Gerakken nodded. “Yes. And did you know that once initiated in CariElf’s Order, priests are forced to serve the Goddess for 10 years before being released!”
“No...”.
“Yes”.
Killa screwed up his face. “Um, how many days is that?”
Part 13
Gerakken stared at the pathology lab report, and then looked up at the doctor. “The Captain was poisoned with 'duck poison'? What on earth is duck poison?”
The doctor looked disturbed, and tapped his clipboard with his pen. After 10 minutes Gerakken held up his hand and said “Now in plain English”.
The doctor sighed, nervously. “The Captain will live, but will never play football again. He is still not lucid, so hasn’t assisted us in identifying the poison vector. The poison was DNA based. It causes humans to suffer as if they had a bout of extremely acute food poisoning. But it is absolutely lethal to ducks. Amazing science really. As I said, we still don’t know the source of the poison. The timing suggests the night of the official dinner with the ANZAC emperor. But noone-else was poisoned, so we can discount the ANZACs attempting to poison the Captain.”
Gerakken looked into the distance. “The night of the official dinner. Everyone had the same food and drink. Well that lets the ANZACs off the hook. Something comes to mind, but I can’t quite grasp it. Something the Captain once told me. Oh well, keep me informed”.
Gerakken left the hospital thoughtfully, but no wiser.
Part 14
They began the torture that night.
Evil Steve did the actual pain inducing. BlueSteel sat by, inwardly admiring Evil’s skill.
Evil pulled the knob and turned the crank.
Kit screamed again. He sobbed, “They’ll come looking and they’ll find me! Pirates look out for their mates! You hurt one pirate, you hurt us all!”
Evil snorted. “Uh ha”
Wombie and all my brothers and cousins and stepsiblings and ah, uncles, will come. Maybe not Killa, but certainly mum will.”
Another pull and a turn. Another scream. BlueSteel looked away: he didn’t quite have the stomach for this. “Evil, ask him again”.
Evil glanced at the emperor and back at Kit. “Kit, Kit, Kit. It will all stop, if you answer truthfully. Was your romance with Cotal a G.R.O.S.S. plot to steal her away from us?”
Kit shook his head and sobbed. “We loved each other, we were going to marry.”
Evil snorted. “Cotal was just about to elope with your friend Quack.”
“She must have been on the rebound”.
“Perhaps. But the ANZACs can’t allow Cotal to leave the empire. We let her have her fun, but only to a limit. Liaisons with pirates breach that limit. Oh yes. We removed you from the scene after your fling with Cotal. We planted some clues to mislead G.R.O.S.S. into concluding you'd become a priest at the CariElf Temple. And now we've taken care of Quack. Our poisoned bottle of Grange Hermitage should have killed the duck at the official dinner, but we still can’t work out what happened there. We didn't drink our toast, but everyone-else, including the duck, drunk their glass. Yet only Captain Pilot got sick. Nonetheless, a zorcher is just as efficient. They still think Cotal was the assassin’s target! From now on, should Cotal even glance at someone-else, they’ll be joining you here. Oh yes”.
Evil Steve and BlueSteel laughed and laughed and laughed.
Kit shed a single tear, which rolled slowly down his cheek. How he wished he had never deserted his mates. Torture he could handle, but how he hated celibacy.
Epilogue 1
The CariElf Temple clerks gathered around for the official ceremony.
The Chief Clerk said, "And I now declare the CariElf Temple microfiche system officially open!" The clerks clapped with some excitement.
"Oh wait. What's happened?" The clerks peered at the microfiche system.
"My Goddess! It's crashed. The system's down!"
"But why?"
The programmer pursed her lips. "I would say an incompatibility with the old card system. But that's only a guess... This may take months. Many, many months. Best you renew my contract and I'll get onto it right away...".
Epilogue 2
“Cheer up Quack” said the Captain, smiling. “I’m told you’ll be as right as rain in about a year. And as a special treat I’ve brought you a drop of Grange Hermitage. I know you’re a beer drinker, but this is as rare as duck’s teeth. Hahaha. Just between you and me it’s left over from a very special occasion and I won’t tell you how I still have half a bottle. Let’s just say I have my ways… You’ll go to Heaven when you taste it. Enjoy.”
    
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I'm thinking a lot of us need to come worship in the CariElf Temple today!
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#395
by Senator CariElf - 10/28/2003 2:35:46 PM
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Too bad I already have my business cards...that'd be even more interesting than Game Developer for a title!
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What? How come? No pictures of our Lady of the Software at Joeuser.com? How can we worship her when we don't know how she looks like? Oh this is too much for my fragile heart.!!!! 
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Saint CariElf, Our Lady of Software
Healer and Spiritual Leader of the Cult of CariElf
We implore thee to share thy wisdom and guidance upon our poor souls and ask that you show mercy upon the uninformed citizens of the Metaverse!
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Her name in proper saintifical language is Our Holy Saint Carielf of Our Lady of the Holy Software. But that depends in how old she is, because she could be then Our Holy Mother Carielf Layd of the Holy Software, or Our Holy Queen Mother Carielf of the Kingdom of Stardock.
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#399
by Senator CariElf - 10/28/2003 2:44:20 PM
I don't want to ruin anyone's mental image of me.
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