} They are constantly on the move. So not only do their numbers
} change, but their appearances, and even their gaits. They can
} never be to careful. Never leaving any clues...
} It wasn't always like this. It used to be you could be a
} supplicant and, The Oracle knows this is hard to believe
} now a days, but people could openly in broad public say
} out loud that they were a supplicant.
} Then came The Horror.
} At first it seemed like such a silly thing, supplicants
} invoking him. It had been so long since he'd last been
} heard of, surely it was just a tale told to newbies to
} shake them up a bit. And you'd think that students at
} a school as prestigious as MisantZotitic University
} would know better. Maybe they did, and didn't care.
} As far as we can tell it was a dark and stormy night when
} those ill-fated ones meet down at the computer lab. They
} took their places, sitting not just at any spot, but sitting
} so that if viewed from above they were in a pattern. A
} pattern not unlike a question mark, as in what are we doing?
} We should stop. But they didn't stop. They sat there in his
} shape, and at the appointed time, a time The Oracle dares
} not repeat, a time they found in the forbidden text by
} the mad man O'Reilly. The text called "The Damned Evil
} Parrot Book", because that was on the cover, not a cute
} lemur like thing, or football referees, or even a llama,
} but a damn evil parrot... yes they all logged on to rhod
} and asked the Question: "Who's Afraid of Capt.H**k?"
} Nothing happened. Nothing right then. But then one by one
} they died in weird ways. A tragic fishing accident, one
} choked to death being removed from a stage at a talent
} show, another while trying to install a gizmo to hold up
} a mop in closet, one while beckoning with their index
} finger, death by rhino, death while looking at the Big
} Dipper and wondering what it was called before it had
} that name...
} Now the Supplicants lived in the crooked shadow of that
} day. Always having to be wary, never sleeping in any one
} place for two nights in a row, never pondering a monkey's
} prehensile tail. And having to constantly change their phone
} numbers, least they find their phones, off the...<shudder>
} What was that sound?
} NOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo....ack! ARGH! <sputter>