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Message 333:

Date:     Sun Nov 12 16:26:19 2000 CST
From:     Maxis (#5782)
To:       *plots (#1506)
Subject:  On and on

The forest stretched around him for what seemed like ages.  He was tired, yet he kept going.  His
 memories became clearer, not only of the past few weeks, but also of the years he had lost...
He stumbled into a small village, or what was left of it.  The place was deserted, only a few small
 homes still standing.  He headed for the nearest one, opening the door and carefully glancing
 inside.  The one room home was bare, except for a small cot and a battered desk.  The desk held
 but one item, a small portrait.  The picture was half burnt, but what still remained showed a
 father holding his son.  
Maxis clenched his fists, the image of the boy killing Zalbag, his friend, flooded into his mind as
 it did every day.  <I'm too weak...> With that Maxis ran, back into the woods, looking for
 an answer...