Striding forward with his steed, clad in his aminal skin loin cloth, Primitive surveys the desolate lands of a once familiar haunt. His woman, also dressed in a fur bikini, clutches his oiled chest as they ride.
It is all laid waste.
Just craggy rocks, sand, and a rushing tide against sedimentary shattered particles.
Primitive grunts as he ponders. Amazing. No sign of civilization at all.
Wait... He dismounts his horse. Something is peculiar.
Around the bend of a jagged cliff, a meaningful form protrudes. Primitive staggers closer.
His eyes buldge in disbelief and his teeth clench as he chokes.
"Damn you... "
Primitive falls to the ground.
"YOU MANIACS-- YOU BLEW IT UP!"
"DAMN YOU-- DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!"
Wind coldly caresses Primitive's pained face as he looks on...
the shattered remains of the Galactic Bar's Phong, buried ominously in the terrain.
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[ March 15, 2003, 00:17: Message edited by: Stone Mill ]