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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies "He stood in the rain just listening and wondering...how long it took for one drop to get to the forest floor from the tallest tree. Some nightbird's call cut through the damp dark and he felt like one of the huddled creatures... only there was nothing to draw warmth from. He was acutely aware of the sound of his own breathing and the noise of his boots scooting on rocky mud. He adjusted the back pack which held the last thing she had given him and continued the slow walk down the mountain. It was pouring so hard he almost ran into a cabin wall. If there ever was a door, it wasn't there now so in he went. A black blur of something went through his legs and he almost fell. As he regained his balance and heard the click, he knew he was not alone." RON L. - 2004