So without further ado, BritSlider <hands him torch>, start things off...

And with that, BritSlider walked over to the writing desk to begin this story.
Meanwhile, in a dark coner of the cave; HK has what looks suspiciously like a BritSlider doll, with a large needle sticking out of it's left elbow!
HK (sotto voce): I'll teach him to ever call me a Canadian!!

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The blue vortex shimmered as it opened above the only piece of greenery for over one hundred miles. As Professor Arturo flew out of the wormhole, he landed feet first, before tumbling into the sign which read:

Keep off the grass.
Penalty for failiure to comply; up to 3 years in prison.
By order of the San Angeles Police Department
Have a nice day.

Arturo begin to get to his feet as Remmy, Quinn and Wade followed quickly, and then the vortex closed behind them.

"Phew!" Said Remmy. "Now that's what I call a good landing! The only grass for a few blocks and we land on it!"
"Yes," replied Arturo, holding the sign in his hands; "but I fear it may not be quite so fortuitous as you may think!"
Arturo gave the others a few seconds to let the implication of the sign sink in as he showed it to them.
"What kind of world puts you in prison for treading on the grass?" Asked Wade
"Presumably one that doesn't have very much of it!" Said Quinn. "Look around you guys, and tell me what you see."

As the four travellers took a moment to take in their surroundings, the intake of breath from each of them was audible. Skyscrapers dominated the view for as far as they could see, and what appeared to be flying cars made their way between the buildings.

"Er, QBall?" Began Remmy. "I thought you said that we couldn't travel through time! This place looks like the future to me!"
Quinn was still looking around him. "This must be our year, the timer can't make us slide through time; it's just not possible!"
"It would seem then," said Arturo, "that we have emerged into a dimension that is considerably more advanced than our own."
Wade's attention was drawn to the shape that suddenly appeared at her side. With a cry of alarm she backed away, and the others turned to see someone dressed in a police uniform standing by them. It took them a few seconds to realise that it was a hologram, by which time it had already started to speak:
"You are guilty of violating the following codes: 31a, treading on the grass; 827b, unauthorised use of a sliding machine; 312d, weighing more than the federal maximum for someone of your height. Please wait while we scan your ID Chips."
This last charge seemed to have been aimed directly at Arturo, and it bristled him into action.
"Let's not hang around here my friends, I think it is high time we were somewhere else!"
"I quite agree Professor!" Said Quinn. "Let's make for the hotel!"

And so the sliders ran from the scene of their 'crime'. After an hour of walking they found themselves at the Chandler hotel. They had been looking behind them the whole way, but hadn't appeared to have been followed by the police.
"Perhaps they can only track people by those ID Chips the officer mentioned?" Proposed Wade.
"You may well be right Miss Wells," said Arturo, "but whether our non-possion of one will turn out to be a curse or a blessing has yet to be seen. In the meantime, I suggest we try to find out what type of world we have landed on."

In the lobby of the hotel Quinn noticed what appeared to be some kind of information booth. He motioned to the others to follow him as he went to check it out. It resembled, in many ways, a telephone kiosk; only without the actual telephone itself. Set into the walls were two speakers, and as Quinn got closer, a mechanical voice spoke out:

"Thank you for using the San Angeles information service, how can we be of help?"
Quinn decided to jump straight in. With both feet.
"I'd like a history of this planet for the last two thousand years." He said.
The booth was filled with a sudden bright light that lasted for a few seconds. When the light disappeared, Quinn staggered out of the booth. Arturo and Remmy grabbed him before he could fall to the floor.
"Quinn!" Cried Wade. "Are you okay?"
Quinn steadied himself, and looked at the others in turn. "I'm fine." He said. "All the information I asked for was somehow encoded into my memory! I know everything about this planet for the past two thousand years! What a rush!"
"But are you okay Mr.Mallory?" Asked the professor.
"Yeah, I'm okay. And I know why this world appears so advanced too. It seems they never went through the Dark Ages!"
Remmy looked a little puzzled. "The Dark what?"
"The Dark Ages," began Arturo, "were a time when all science was branded as herasy. For hundreds and hundreds of years all the knowledge accumulated by the Romans and the Greeks was destroyed, as mankind reverted to a savage warrior once more. If this world never experienced those black times, then it would explain why they appear to be so far in advance of our own scientific evolution. Imagine what our world would be like in five hundred years, and that is what you have here."
"The Professor's right." Said Quinn. They've colonised most of the planets in this solar system, and long range space travel is a reality, rather than just something on the TV or in films. Everything is controlled by bio-organic ID Chips placed in every person at birth. Money is a thing of the past, as is disease, poverty and even war!"
"So how do we book into the hotel without one of these ID Chips?" Asked Remmy.
"That, Mr.Brown, we shall have to see!" Said Arturo.

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BritSlider stood up, and walked away from the desk. He noticed that everyone had fallen asleep waiting for him to write his part. Adjusting the volume on the torch, he pressed the button:
Torch (very loud voice of Sabrina Lloyd): WILL YOU GET ON WITH IT!!!!
At once everyone in the story cave was awoken.
Blinker: Finished already Brit?
Brit: Less of the sarcasm from you of all people! Do you have any idea how long it takes to write this crap with only one hand?
HK: Fair point Brit, who's up next?
Robin14334: It's me! It's me!
With that Robin grabbed the torch from BritSlider, and ran over to the writing desk. Looking down, she saw what BritSlider had just written.
Robin14334: You bastard!

BritSlider was long past caring as he walked over to the sofa and sat down to enjoy the rest of the story..........

Robin <sniffling>: Alright, alright. Geez, gimme a minute.

"Did anyone check to see how much time we had on this world?" Wade asked, as Arturo went over to the front desk to try and get them a room without an ID chip. She couldn't remember anyone mentioning how long they were here for when they first landed, they'd been sort of preoccupied with the grass and running for their lives and all. As a matter of fact, she didn't even know who had the timer.
"Yeah, we had a few days, I think," Quinn replied. Then he furrowed his brow. "Or maybe it was a few hours...."
"Well, which is it, Q-Ball?"
Quinn reached into his jacket pocket where he kept the timer. As he groped around in his pocket, his eyes began to widen. "Uh, guys...."
Just then a fuming Arturo returned. "Blistering idiots!" he muttered. "Well, there doesn't seem to be a way for us to get a hotel room, or do just about anything else on this world without one of those blasted ID chips."
"We've got bigger problems, Professor," Quinn said.
"What do you mean, my boy?"
"We lost the timer," Wade volunteered. "Well, Quinn did."
"You *what*?" Arturo's blood pressure was on its way up again.
"It must have fallen out when we ran from that hologram," Quinn reasoned.
Remmy sighed. "I guess we gotta go look for it now."
The four sliders trooped out of the hotel and began to retrace their path. No sooner had they turned to head back down the street, when Quinn heard a voice behind him. "Excuse me sir, SAPD. Would you mind stopping while I scan your ID chip?"

<Robin sits back and proudly admires what she has just written. Slider142 leans over her shoulder and reads it.>

S142: Hey! You just made it worse!

<Robin shrugs noncommittally. She is at the point now where she doesn't really care. She's on so much cold medicine that all she cares about is sleep. She gets up from the desk and collapses onto the couch, promptly falling asleep.>

MTwain: So who's next?

HK: CharmedClass2005... where is she?

Sarah: Running for her life if she's smart.

<And so the bboarders go off in search of the next victim, er... participant.>

~Robin

The Sliders looked at the police officer in horror.
"Um-"Quin tried to think up a reasonable excuse.
Suddenly,the officer started laughing.He was laughing so hard that tears were flowing out his eyes.The group stared at him in confusion.
After about a minute,the officer regained his composure."I'm sorry I did that.But the look on your faces were priceless!"
"What are you talking about?"Wade asked the officer.
"We know about sliding.It has been around for over a 100 years.We just ask that to play a joke on Sliders,that's all."The officer replied.
The foursome breathed a sign of relief.Then another problem came to mind.
"We need help,officer.We can't-"Remmy started to say,but was cut off by the man.
"You can't find your timer,right?It wouldn't happen to look like this,would it?"The officer held up the timer.
"Oh,thank god!How did you find it,my good man?"Arturo asked.
"Someone found the timer and pawned it.Whoever did is probaly celebrating right now.Antique technology is a hot commodity."The officer explained.
"Well,thanks again!"Wade hugged the officer.
"According to your timer,you have 2 weeks here.And by your standards,our entertainment is mind-blowing!"
The following 2 weeks were without a doubt a total blast.The officer was right-the levels of entertainment were unbelievealbe.They were pretty sad to go.
The next world looked pretty normal to them as they walked along Nob Hill.
"Hey,guys-look!"Wade pointed to a building billboard.It had a picture of Wade and several other people on it.She read the lettering."Sports Night.Tuesdays at 9:30 on ABC."
"You should grow your hair out like your double.You'd look a lot less awful that way,girl."Remmy teased.Wade shot him a murderous glare.

"I have you know that my first boyfriend,Eric Parker,thought my short hair was sexy."
After registering at a hotel,they found a nice resturant and got seated.A small,attractive black woman came up to their table.
"Hi,my name is Tembi and I'll be-ohmigod.Clevant!"She threw her arms around Remmy and hugged him.The Sliders shot knowing glances.
"Hi,Tembi.How are you doing?"Remmy improvised.
Tembi clouded over."Fine,I guess."The Sliders knew from her tone she was anything but "fine".She forced a smile."It's so good to see you again,Clevant.It has been,what?Two years since the production of Sliders wrapped up?"
The Sliders gaped at her in shock.Where had Tembi heard of Slders?

27 year old Eric Parker was talking on the phone in his bedroom.The walls were covered with Sliders posters.A mountainous stack of Sliders videos towered next to his TV.
"Look,Eric.This obsession with saving Sliders needs to stop.It has been a year and a half since Sliders ended.You need to move on."His ex-girlfriend pleaded.
"NO!!!"Eric was furious at her for even suggesting that."Sliders is my life,Ms.Karen Lyn Smith,and Sliders hasn't ended.Not by a long shot.I AM going to save it,even if I die trying!Karen,I thought you understood."
"You are scaring me,Eric."Karen said in a voice that was small even for her,a tiny Asian beauty.Tears were streaming down her beautifully delicate face.She nervously ran her free hand through her long,jet black hair.
"I don't care!I would rather kill myself than live without Sliders!"With that,he slammed down the phone.He looked at a 2nd Season cast picture.He fingered it lovingly.
In an manical voice,he said to the picture,"I will make you come back,Sliders.I promise you that.I'll make everyone who has hurt you pay."
Eric whistled as he got his gun arsenal,ammo,rope,and the addrress book that had the addresses of Bill Peckinpah and Kari Wuher.
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Charmed:So what's ya think?
<All of the people in the room throw anything hard at the idiot>
SliderSarah:You B-BLEEP!BLEEP YOU!You can rot in bloody BLEEPING BLEEP!
<With that,Charmed is stoned by an angry mob>
HK:Good riddence.I hope Charmed gets reincarnated as a bacteria.
SliderSarah:Who is next?
HK:Southern Slider.
SliderSarah:I hope SS can repair the story damaged caused by that half-wit.Charmed's part of the story was all poppycock!Almost as bad as Breeder!
HK:SS probaly could,but she is probally too scared to go even near a computer now.
SliderSarah:I will now lead everyone in a prayer to ask God for forgiveness.He must have been very angry at us to make us even know that wanker CharmedClass2005.

Quinn kills Charmed......"No, can't do that," says SS. "Must wait and do that on my own. I won't put it in the story." She hits the delete button and tries again.

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"Quinn, Quinn. Wake up! Come on, snap out of it!" Wade jostles him as she speaks.

"Come on, Q-ball. Time to come back to earth with us." Remmy chimed in.

Quinn groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He saw blurry visions of three people standing over him. "Where....where am I?" he stuttered.

"My boy, you are with your friends in an old abandoned building." the professor explained. "I'm afraid it's the best we can do for the moment."

Quinn blinked his eyes several times trying to get his vision to focus correctly. The three figures kept oscillating back and forth before him. Sometimes there appeared to be six and sometimes they all merged into one.

"Can, uh, someone tell me what happened?" he asked.

"You were hit with a dart and drugged." said Wade.

"Well, that explains the crazy dream I just had." Quinn replied. "You guys would not believe what just went on in my mind! It was so wierd, I'm not sure I could even tell it and it make sense."

"Well, don't worry about it, my boy." the professor told him. "It's gone now. You are awake and as long as we stay hidden there will be no more hallucinations from any drug."

"Why was I drugged?" he asked, trying to sit up.

"It seems we are in a world controlled by an ID chip implant. Unfortunately we do not have one and the San Angeles Police are determined to arrest us for that and various and sundry other offenses." Prof. Arturo explained.

"Well, maybe we can just lay low here, and slide out before any more problems. How long?" was Quinn's reply. The others gave each other a worried look.

"What's wrong, guys?" Quinn asked, as he saw those looks.

"Uh, we have about 2 weeks here, Quinn." Wade said. "That's an awfully long time to lay low and not get caught."

"Aaaaaand.....?" Quinn asked. "What else?"

"We, uh, seem to have lost the timer." Remmy chimed in.

"Actually, *you* lost the timer." Wade corrected. "We were running from the police and discovered later that you didn't have the timer in your pocket. We went out to look for it and that's when you were hit with the dart. We tried to run again."

Quinn sat up. His head started spinning, but he had to get up on his feet and get oriented. They had to go out and find that timer!

"Hey! Who's in here?" someone yelled from the back of the room. The quartet of sliders jumped, then turned to see a woman enter the area they were in. She was rather tall for a woman, but not a bad looker. But the group could tell she was not one to be reckoned with.

"Now just who do you think you are? What are you doing in my building? Let me scan your ID chips!" she barked.

They wanted to make another run for it, but they knew they wouldn't get far with Quinn in his condition. He could hardly stand, much less run. They were going to have to take their chances with the truth and this woman.

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SS: Okay, that's enough of that! <she said, dusting her hands off> Now to find that Charmed person and do some damage! This little old suhthun lady is about to be transformed into RAMBO! <She notices the empty cave and assumes the group has had no luck in their hunt.> Watch out, world! This lady is on a mission! <with that, she heads out, ready for the search. She assumes the crew will return eventually and HK will corral the next writer. But she can't worry about that now. There are butts to be burned!>

Seriously,you guys didn't at least think that my part of the story was at least interesting?I know it really veered off the story,but wasn't it interesting?I am sorry if that is against the rules.*Charmed puts on a sad puppy dog face*

Torch (voice of Sabrina Lloyd): Will you get on with it!
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"Uh, I'm afraid Ms..." Professor paused for a second waiting for a woman to tell them her name but instead she placed her hand on what looked like a rather nasty gun on her belt and raised her eyebrows giving him a signal to continue. "uh... I'm afraid we don't have them."

"You don't have them? And you expect me to believe it? Let me guess... you're not from around here" sarcasm in her voice was evident, but Professor pretended not to notice.

"You are absolutely correct my dear. You see we are from a parallel Earth..."

Woman interrupted him, "Oh great, so you're sliders. This is just marvelous. How in the world did you get out of SQZ55?"

"SQZ55?" the confusion in Remmy's voice was evident.

"You didn't slide into SQZ55? That's interesting..." she took out some weird device and pointed it on Wade who was closest to her. As soon as device beeped, she looked and frowned. "Well you certainly have different quantum signature and no ID chips. Which means you're not lying. The big question is why didn't you slide into the zone."

Quinn saw that she isn't suspicious of them anymore and decided that it's his time to ask some questions.
"The zone?"

She hesitated before answering. The four people in front of her seemed honest and they checked out on the quantum reader, but she wasn't sure if she could trust them. After all, ever since SAPD started suspecting her in helping institution, they tried lower tricks to make her talk.

"I know this doesn't worth much coming from me, but please, you have to trust us." She looked up at young female who just spoke quietly. She didn't know why, but she did trust them and that bothered her.

Wade instinctively felt that this woman was probably in even more trouble than they were. She smiled and offered her hand. "I'm Wade. This is Quinn, Remmy and Professor Arturo. And we're in big trouble."
"Ms. Wells..." Professor tried to interrupt but Wade threw a glare that shut him up right away and continued. "We tried to check into the hotel without those ID chips and now police and God knows who else is after us. Plus our friend" she nodded Quinn's way "was drugged and in no condition to play hide and seek. We desperately need your help."

The woman looked into her eyes and after hesitating for just a second more smiled and accepted her hand.
"I'm Vilena. And believe it or not, but this is you lucky day. 'Cuz if you would've slid into Sliding Quarantine Zone or SQZ, there'd be no way that you've ever gotten out. Actually if you think about it, you're lucky to be alive at all. Punishment for escaping from the zone is death."

Quinn cut in, "But we didn't escape. We slid onto some grass thing."

She gasped and shook her head in disbelieve, "You managed to land on the Botanical Preservation Area? Than you're incredibly lucky to be free and alive. But the point is that if you didn't slid into the zone, that means either that their system has a glitch or your equipment is out of their standards and they can't afford something like this to come out."

"Madam, could you please tell us who are they?"
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Aelita <looks up and sees that everyone is sleeping still tired from the weekend's party. She smiles evilly and programs something into the torch while mumbling> I'll show you how to trick me...
<She adjusts the volume and presses the button>

Torch (voice of Sabrina Lloyd)<very loudly> A nu kto tam sleduyushiy.

HK<wakes up and in horror> WHAT HAVE YOU DONE???!!!

Aelita <smiling innocently> I reprogrammed her to speak in Russian.

<everyone gathers around her and violent death threats fill the air>

Aelita<scared but showing annoyance instead> Oh, okay you're no fun. <pouting she quickly reprograms the torch and passes it to Slider_Sarah> Here you go.

Sarah presses the button.

Torch(voice of Sabrina Lloyd): Will you get on with it!

Everyone sigh in relieve not noticing that Aelita ran out of the cave laughing evilly.

Aelita: BWAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!! Because of my destruction with the torch I was able to escape before Sarah read what I wrote and tried to kill me!!!

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Now don't you wish I stayed a lurker?! BWAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!

Aelita
"Sanity is for those with no imagination"

HurriKain: Hey! Be careful with that! Talking torches cost a lot of money, especially if they're programmable.
BritSlider (suspiciously): Why did you drop the torch Sarah?
Sarah: Oh, I remembered that we'd been using sodium hydroxide in chemistry and I didn't wash it all off my hands and I didn't think it was a good idea to corrode the torch. Perhaps I shouldn't pick up the pen either.
Slider142: I think you'd have noticed if the strength was enough to corrode something you picked up however many hours later. I think it's probably safe.
Sarah (aside to Slider142): Shut up!
Slider142: Why?
Blinker: Pass me your hand <Sarah reluctantly hold out her right hand. Slider142 holds out a bottle of universal indicator (don't ask me WHY he has UI, he just does!! :-) and Blinker drops a few drops on Sarah's hand.> Hmm. Slightly acidic. What molarity was the sodium hydroxide? Surely they wouldn't let students play around with chemicals that dangerous.
Sarah (sheepishly): 1M.
Blinker: Then it's perfectly safe.
QBallbunchanumbers: Was that the best excuse you could come up with?
Sarah: Excuse?
SouthernSlider: Ya know, a way to get outta writing yah part.
Sarah: Oh that. Well, it was inventive!
Sleepingtiger: But unfortunately for you no inventive enough.
Torch (voice of Sabrina Lloyd): Will you get on with it?
Sarah: Alright, alright. How's that séance coming along HurriKain? Can't we get her to say anything else yet?
LovePigeon: Aelita got her to talk Russian.
Sarah: I meant in a language we can all understand.
LovePigeon: Oh.
<Sarah reads the story. Thinks for a moment and then collapses>
MTwain: Sarah! Are you okay?
Robin14334: She's passed out! Let's get her to the couch
<players pick her up between them and throw her onto the couch>
HurriKain: Careful! We don't need a broken writer!
Aelita: I didn't think my part was *that* bad. Was it?
Sarah (weakly): No, it wasn't that bad. I just feel absolutely awful.
CharmedClass2005: You can still write though?
Sarah: I don't know. I'm very tired. <she promptly falls asleep on the couch>
Blaze_Wynd: Great! How longs this gonna last?
Sleepingtiger: I have no idea.
BritSlider: I have an idea to end it though... <he goes to a corner of the room and drags out a massive drum kit (again, don't ask me why that's there, it just appeared for the purpose of the skit> Everyone grab a drum stick!!! I get the stool though! <everyone rushes to the drum kit> One, two, three AND! <everyone makes a fearful racket>
Sarah (just about stirring): Did someone say something?
Robin14334: Welcome back to the land of the living.
TemporalFlux1: How did you do that?
Sarah: How did I do what?
Blinker (reciting with fake scouser accent): What do you mean, 'how did I do what?'
Sarah: (joining in, doesn't really need to fake accent): 'Blinker', don't be a gimboid.
Blinker: I'm not being a gimboid!
Sarah: how could I? I've just been in the library thinking. Anyway, I've decided....<turns around> Shut up!!!
<everyone who has no idea what's going on, which is about half of the players, backs away slowly>
Sarah: As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted: I've decided that when you go into stasis I want to be left on. I want to stay behind.
Sleepingtiger: Since when was Blinker going into stasis?
HurriKain: Since when did Sarah have an on/off switch?
Blinker: Are you alright 'Sarah'?
Sarah: What things?
Blinker: Eh? <that sentiment is echoed by the rest>
Sarah: I said what?
Blinker: What's going on? <again, echoed by everyone else>
Sarah: You're space crazy!
Blinker: *I'm* space crazy? You're the one that's space crazy.
Sarah: You forgot the hand!!
Blinker: huh?
Sarah: When you say the last 'space crazy' you have to wave your hand in front of my face!
Blinker: I do?
<MTwain, Slider142, BritSlider and Robin14334 all nod their heads (they should all understand)>
Blinker: Oh well, I think we wore that out now.
Sarah: The answer to QBallbunchanumbers' question is that I can fall asleep anywhere anytime when I'm ill.
Blaze_Wynd: Was there a point to this incredibly long skit?
Sarah: Only to put off writing my part.
Torch (voice of Sabrina Lloyd): Will you get on with it?
Sarah: I s'pose. Gimme the pen <she picks it up and starts to write.>

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The big man seemed so sincere, Vilena felt there was no way that she could doubt their story. "'They' are the people who control my world," she explained. "They've been in control for a long time now. A very long time. Around 450 years ago, Sliding was first discovered. It wasn't until a while after that they came to power. After a certain incident with a group of Sliders. We weren't the only people Sliding back then, but there weren't that many Sliding visitors to our dimension."

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to change that?" asked Wade curiously.

Strangely enough, it was Quinn who answered her. "A group of six Sliders, escapees from another world where they had been convicted of a multitude of crimes on four different worlds entered our own. They spread havoc where they went and many died. 'They' were a group formed in protest of such events. Their entire campaign was centred around the prevention of Sliders entering and disturbing this world. Not surprisingly, they won with a huge majority."

"How do you..." started Vilena. Then she realised. "The information service."

Remmy was a little puzzled. "Why didn't you tell us this before, Q-Ball?"

Quinn stood up so he could look everyone in the face. It wasn't comfortable on the floor. He was still rather unsteady and his head felt light, but by bracing himself against the wall he was able to reply to Remmy's query. "All the information is here, but unless I access it, I don't really notice it. It wasn't until Vilena mentioned the incident that I was able to recall the details."

"Sounds exactly like something out of a science-fiction movie!" laughed Wade amiably.

Vilena's retort was somewhat more serious. "To you perhaps, but in this world it's considered an incredibly useful training tool. It's unfortunate about the monopoly on it."

"Perhaps you would care to finish your story, madam," offered Arturo.

Vilena accepted. "Once in power, they changed everything. They went completely power mad. They controlled everyone's movements. Anyone seen to step out of line was immediately dealt with, and not in a nice way. They set some of their top scientists to investigating Sliding. They decided that Sliding out in the multiverse would substantially increase the number of worlds with a slightly different history and since they didn't know how many the multiverse could cope with, they took it upon themselves to eliminate them. Any Sliders appearing here were drawn into the SQZs and kept there. The general public was forbidden from Sliding. The only reason anyone of our world Slides is if they are a member of the Probability Police."

(Now, I can't remember which groups of Sliders have run into the Probability Police)

"The Probability Police?" ventured Wade.

"Yes," continued Vilena, "They go around the multiverse eliminating any doubles they think are surplus. That was their original aim anyway. Now they just go around 'fixing' stuff. They're quite cold-hearted."

"I believe we may have had a run in or two with them before," Arturo said.

All Vilena added was, "Then you know how they are."

"So how does all this relate to you?" Remmy felt he could trust this woman, but he wanted to know more about her first.

She lifted her head as if proud. "There are those of us that believe things should not be as there are. The multiverse will not be destroyed if there are too many dimensions, it is infinite and anything that says otherwise is merely propaganda for their side. It's wrong to just correct what we see as wrong unless it is our world." The four Sliders looked everywhere in the room except at Vilena. "Everything is down to perspective. And mostly we want free will over our lives, to be free of these ID chips that enable our every movement to be tracked."

"Not too much then."

Vilena shot Wade a vicious glare. "It is not much to ask. We ask not free will over all worlds, just over our own."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

Vilena just grunted. "I am more wanted than just the believers. I used to work in their laboratories. I was a recipient of their information services, I carry much around in my head. Unfortunately, I also know the effects of prolonged usage of the devices." She brushed back her hair to reveal huge scars on one side of her face and neck. Remmy whistled, the others just stared. "Any member of the public suffering from this never connects it to the devices and they do not want this to get out. But it is my information that can be dangerous. I know as much and perhaps more than their top scientists in the matter of Sliding. How long to you have here?"

"Around two weeks."

"Can I see the timer?"

"'They' have it."

She rolled her eyes. "They'll analyse every little piece to find out why you didn't Slide into the nearest SQZ. I guess I'll have to take you back to base. It's the only safe place around here where I can't be tracked and I sure can't leave you out here with no ID chips. We'll sort everything out there."

Suddenly, there was a siren in close proximity to them. Vilena ran to the window and looked outside. "S***! They've found me... you... us already. We have to get out of here."

"Where do we go? We're surrounded?"

"Follow me!"

She led them outside onto the abandoned estate. "This way!" She led them in the direction of another building, but they were stopped by gunfire. Well, some of them were. Wade and Arturo were still by the old building and there was no way they could make it across to the other. They had to duck inside as it was to take cover from the rain of fire coming down on them. "It's a stun weapon!" shouted Vilena. "If it hits you they'll take you!" She Quinn and Remmy were by the building she had led them too. The Police were closing in on them. "We can't wait! We have to go now or risk everything!"

Quinn didn't know how to respond. "But our friends! We can't leave them!" Remmy nodded his agreement. Then they watched as Wade and Arturo were cornered in the building and they were powerless to stop it. Quinn was about to cry out to them, but Vilena caught his arm and stopped him.

"Don't! If you want any chance of saving your friends then we have to go now!"

Remmy looked immensely pained, but he understood. "She's right Q-Ball. If we get caught too, we'll never get away from the Probability Police. Not this time."

Quinn sighed and gave in.

"Right." Vilena led them down the stairs to the cellar and opened a door hidden behind the stairs which revealed a passageway. "Welcome to our base."

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HurriKain: Do you have to leave it there?
Sarah: Yes.
HurriKain: Why?
Sarah: Because it's long enough and I have to write a summary of the first act of 'Der Besuch Der Alten Dame' in German before tomorrow.
HurriKain: Oh ok.
<Sarah glares at him.>
HurriKain: Oops, sorry. <smiles>
Sarah: Well, here ya go. It's your turn. Oh, and by the way, can people stop having me as the one who swears all the time!!! I don't actually swear much in real life, it's just here.

To be continued....

<and so HK starts to write>

What Quinn and Rembrant saw before them was a lab with some advanced technology. Quinn was amazed by all the mechanics around the HQ, but one thing caught his eyes that made him stop in his tracks.
"Hey Q-Ball. What's the hold up?" Remmy asked.
What was before Quinn was a slightly advance version of the Sliding machine he had in his basement back home.
Vilena walks over to the two visitors.
"Now if you would come with me, much more will be further explained. And why were you staring into that old thing?"
Quinn was surprised. "Old?"
Vilena continued, "Yeah, this thing here is about 50 years old. Where did you come from, anyways?"
Quinn looked confused as Vilena walked off.
"Well, I guess advance technology have had its day in the sun."
Quinn nodded and started to follow Vilena.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE THIS INSTANT!!!!!" The professor yelled on.
"It's no use, Prof., THey can't hear us or if the did they're not listening." Wade said, still feeling week fro the stun gun.
"Well, I am not sure what's going on. Probability Police. My word..."

<continuing next page>

Their face was unemotional, like a cold stone. Finally, one of them spoke.

"Hello, My name is Laura. I'm from the Probability Police."

HK: Thats it. Who's ne...oh no!
Slider_Sarah: Well...who is i...it's Blaz...
HK: shhhh...... maybe he hasn't shown up yet so keep quiet so we can skip him after a few days.
sleepingtiger: Hey who's next?
BritSlider: BlazeWynd.
HK: No....don't....
BlazeWynd: Heeeeeeelllllloooooo
HK: Damn it!
BW: I'm Baaaaacccccckkkkk
HK: BW...BAK...whatever your name is, it took me a day and a half to write my seg. if you %^*^ this up, so help me God I'll...
Sarah: Calm down HK.
BW: You worry to much HK.

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Laura motioned for the two lone Sliders, Wade and Arturo, to step outside. Little did she know of what was awaiting them on the other side of the door...

***

The man in the dark mask kept up with the woman and the foreigners more quickly than most would believe. As an operative of the Special Forces Division of the Probability Police, he had been notified of this "discrepancy" named Vilena and of her possible accomplices, but as Vilena's accomplice he could not betray her. He felt indecisive. "To escape, or to survive: that is the question. Whether it is nobler int the mind to suffer for a friendship that transversed countless realities, or, to give up the struggle and do what destiny forces me to do. Run, Vilena. Run fast, run far. There is no telling what I might do when the virus completes takeover of my mind.....I will no longer have control over my own actions....."

***

Akari ripped off his own visor, saying, "Man, if I knew she had a neck like a linebacker, I would have thought twice about that one...." Professor Arturo thanked the man for halting Laura's capture of the two. But Wade was a tad confused. "Why betray your comrade?" "Because you both have something I need, as I have something you need." At that, Akari handed Wade the timer the Sliders had lost.

"Kind stranger, twice have you saved our lives today! Where did you come across our timing device?",Arturo said. "I just borrowed it!", Akari said. The Sliders were incredulous. "We might have been stuck here forever if you kept it any longer!"

Akari laughed and said "I'm not that dense! I studied my history; I know how that old thing works. Anyway, what I was going to say was: In both your minds is stored knowledge that could save them all from destruction."

"Them? Who's them?"

"All the people on this planet."

"What, you're not one of-- Are you a Slider too, Akari?"

"Well, I guess you could say that, but I---"
Suddenly, a sharp crack appeared behind the trio on the wall. Let's go! We have to get out of here!", Akari said.

"They're the invisible drones, I can't stop them here! There's only one thing to do."

Then, suddenly, Akari stopped, in the middle of the hallway, and began to concentrate his energy on a point in the air. Suddenly, a vortex opened in the air!

"Go,go!!!" Akari said. "It's safe; it's under my control!"

"Wade and Professor Arturo were skeptical of the real safety of the vortex, but a laser exploding a chunk of floor right behind Wade was convincing enough. Wade and the Professor jumped into the vortex. Akari followed.

***
Vilena was starting to wonder why the security systems were not yet online, when all of a sudden, a vortex opened in the air ahead of the trio!

Out from the vortex flew Arturo and Wade, landing right on top of a very surprised Quinn!! He asked "What just happened?!"

Remmy was a bit more diplomatic. "Thank God you're both okay! Don't ever scare me like that again! Hold on a second, who's controlling the vortex?"

Almost perfectly on cue, Akari jumped out of the vortex as it was about to close, coming to a perfect landing. Wade asked "Now why can't we all accomplish landings like those?"

Akari couldn't believe his eyes!
Neither could Vilena! "Akari!? No, it can't be you!"
The man in the dark mask, however, was much more adversely affected by the arrival of Akari. "Now I have no choice! There is no way I'll risk the lives of both of my friends! I must escape before the virus--AAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!"

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BW: How d'ya like THEM apples!?
HK: I warned you, BurningBlizzardBoy(oxymoron)! You're gonna die!!!!!
At this, all other storygame participants proceeded to hold the angry HurriKain back. You know what happens when those winds reach high speeds......
BlazeWynd, meanwhile, used this opportunity to make his escape.....

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Akari lay prostrate on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. For the few moment he clung to life he seemed to be wracked with painful sezures. Vilena appeared to be in shock at the sudden and radicle turn of events. The four sliders edged towards each other in the hopes of starting a quiet, but informative conversation.

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HK: Uh, Tigger, where are you going?
st: I'm done.
HK: No. According to the Damage Controller Contract you signed you can't use a copout ploy.
st: I signed a contract? <most innocent face>
HK: I have it right...it was...wait a second...
Sarah: <picking a piece of paper out of the trash> Is this it?
st: Grrrrrrr. Fine. I'll do more.

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The man in the dark mask looked in horror at his hands. They had just executed on of his dearest friends. He felt his muscles tightening as unwillingly he took aim.

The sliders had quickly decided to explore the walls of the room after determining that the timer was undamaged and they still had twenty-seven hours until they slid.

Rembrandt heard a whisper of a noise ahead of him. He ducked, tripped, and fell forward knocking the masked man into the light. Vilena quickly grabbed his gun and fired before even a thought could cross her mind. Rembrandt lay stunned. "Girl I sure am glad you have good aim."

"Thanks." She bent down and removed the mask. "Blaze, no." Her voice had fallen to a whisper.

"Are you all right m'dear?" Arturo led her to a workbench where she could sit out of view of the two bodies.

"I don't know."

"You knew both men didn't you?" Wade gently pressed for information hoping to help Vilena and herself.

"The three of us trained together as kids. We all wanted into the Probability Police. Of course that was before..."

"Before what?" Wade continued to press as the three men listened closely hoping for any details that might help them survive until the slide.

"Blaze and I had always been a couple just like Akari and Mushu. The PP accepted Mushu into their ranks and then left her to die for not completing an assignment. She reached us broken and dying. It was around the same time I discovered the problems inherent with our wonderful information booths. The two things caused the three of us still alive to swear an oath to bring down the PP."

"How are you going to do that?" Quinn spoke for the first time.

"I don't know. Obviously they got to Blaze and screwed with his head. Akari is dead...I don't know."

"Maybe we can help." Quinn looked at the faces of his friends after that little proclimation, "well we can try."

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[insert cute little skit that ties into opening skit and passes torch to MT]

TO BE CONTINUED....

TO BE CONTINUED.......

TO BE CONTINUED

TO BE CONTINUED.....

TO BE CONTINUED.....

TO BE CONTINUED....

THE END

MT began to write ..... slowly at first ... but then it all came back to her and she decided that she could post get her part posted by tomorrow!!
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See y'all then!!!
TTFN
MT
:-)

All quiets down and MT gets back to writing! FINALLLY!

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"Well sure we can take down the Probability Police. We have 26 hours and change on this world, right?"

Remmy's sarcasm was lost on Vilena. "Well, what's the plan then?", she nearly squeaked with excitement. Finally! She thought to herself; comrades willing to help their cause. They were diminishing in number, but not in knowledge. With Quinn's artificially enhanced mind, they were sure to overthrow their evil government.

The professor sat pondering the events of the last hour or so then stood and walked over to Wade and Vilena who were still discussing recent events and the Probability Police. He placed a beefy hand on Vilena's shoulder to get her attention.

"My dear", his voice was barely audible. "You mentioned there were two things that caused you to swear an oath to bring down the probability police. You have spoken of one. Could you elaborate on the problems inherent with the information booths?"

As the words spilled from the professor's lips, Remmy got up and advanced on his friends so he could hear better. They were just out of ear shot of Quinn and he knew something was up when the three of them kept looking in his direction.

"What's going on you three? What's wrong?" Remmy's voice became urgent as the looks on their faces struck him. "God almighty! What's wrong?"

Wade placed a hand on his arm and looked into his concerned brown eyes. "That booth that Quinn used? Well, it has certain side effects. In a short while he may loose his mind entirely or become amnesiac, or any of a multitude of symptoms may occur. None of them good."

"Oh my lord! What can we do? Can the effects be reversed?", Remmy was in shock.

Wade ushered him into a chair next to Vilena. "Yes, but we must get him to a doctor. Vilena knows of someone within her resistance organization who can help him regain his normal mind and extract the knowledge she needs. But there's a catch, we are gonna need a diversion since the Probability Police and now these invisible drones are
after us."

Remmy took a deep breath and stood up. "I will lure them away." With that he spun and headed for the door.

Wade ran after him and grabbed his arm. "NO! I am going with you. We decided that the professor and Vilena would head to their medical base while you and I head for the Probability Police's main security station. 'They', the government currently in control; and the Probability Police use a giant computer to track everyone and everything on this world. Vilena has also given us some pseudo-chips. They should pass if we get stopped by the police."

Remmy smiled down at Wade and said, "Well come on girl! Let's get to diversioning!"

They laughed and headed out the door to become the mice in this cat & mouse game.

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Meanwhile, the professor and Vilena headed to a secret door with Quinn. Vilena bit her lower lip as she wondered if Dr Morely could help this Slider and their cause. Quinn's mind seemed to come and go along with his intelligence. Maybe that last part was just him. She still worried.

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MT pushed herself away from the desk slowly, trying not to attract attention. She placed the quill back into it's ink well and grabbed the torch.

QB Bunchanumbers and TF1 sat talking on the couch. Neither noticed as she approached.

MT - <clearing her throat softly> Um QB Bunchanumbers? It's your turn at the game.

TF1 - HEY EVERYONE!!!! She's finally done!!!!

There was a cheer from the dance floor and many a game player headed to the desk to see what she had written.

Aelita - Uh huh. You aren't leaving til I have verification that you completed your part girlie!

HK - <waving 200 pound manuscript over his head> She has added her part!!! It's finally time to move on!!! Just five more players!!! Let's not drag this out another month!! QB Bunchanumbers?!! Where are you??

QB Bunchanumbers heads quietly towards the door with TF1.

Aelita - <standing between door and the escapees> I don't think so!! You two are next!

TF1 - Dang! I told you it wouldn't work!

Sarah - Hey you two! I've seen it worse! Get back here and write!

sleepingtiger - Yeah! now get to writing before it's the dawn of the new millennium already!

SL4 - <grabs MT's hand and drags her to the dance floor> Well this deserves a celebration.

MT - <grabs the chair as he drags her past> No that's OK! I don't wannabe twirled! I'll get sick! Too much TAB. Please.

SL4 - OK, no twirling involved.

MT - <lets go of the chair and the two of them go careening onto the dance floor> Wooooa! Look out for LP and S142! Eeek!

HK - <steps up to BritSlider> Hey can I have that now? It is time to celebrate after all isn't it?

BritSlider - <Digs the offensive thing from his pocket and hands it to HK> I suppose it is!

HK - <puts it ever so gently between his lips and smiles at Sarah> Ya got a light?

Sarah - Ick! I hate cigar smoke! Smoke that outside!

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Good Luck QB Bunchanumbers!!!!
Happy New Year
TTFN
MT X-VTG
:-)

"There's one thing I want to know," Rembrandt said looking at Wade. "I know we have to worry about the Probability Police but what about the invisible drones. we won't even be able to see them."
Wade pulled out what appeared to be a small pen flashlight. "Vilena gave me this. If you think there's an invisible drone there just point this light at it and if there is one it will blink. Then you just push this button and it will blast the drone inot the next dimension."
Meanwhile the professor, Quinn, and Vilena made their way to Dr. Morely's. Quinn began to get dumber and dumber and started acting like the Mallory clone in the Brother's Keeper episode.
"Oh dear," the professor said. "I sure hope that Dr. Morely will be able to help him."
The professor looked at Vilena. "You told me about the information booths and that I understand. But what is the other reason you decided to rebel against the probability police."
Vilena looked Arturo right in the eyes. "It's because these people are killers," she said. "You see these ID chips are much more than just ID chips. Each one of them has a self-destruct device build within them. If the rulers of our world wanted to all they'd have to do is push the self-destruct button and could kill everyone.

Vilena continued, "My husband was the scientist who helped design these ID chips. The rulers of this world wanted to control everyone on it. But not only that, they were also working on developing sliding. you see they weren't content with just controlling everyone on this world, they also wanted to control everyone else on all the other parallel worlds. My husband refused. So they pushed the self-destruct button in his ID chip. So as you can see, I have a very personal stake in this.
They finally got to Dr. Morely's. The professor brought Quinn in to see the doctor. Moments later the probability police showed up.
The head police officer looked at Arturo. "Well, hello Fatso," he said. "It's about time you pay for walking on the grass."
Dr. Morely walked out and the police offiver handed him a large sum of money.
Vilena looked at Morely, "I can't believe you would betray us like that."
The professor looked at the dumb-founded Quinn who at that point didn't seem to know what was going on. so he looked at Vilena.
"I wonder how Wade and Rembrandt are doing."



Well, that's it.

BritSlider<from the dance floor>:HK, can't you put that thing out, it's clouding the air over here.
S142 <reaches for a switch> : Hey, there's no need for that. Why not just use these things (that are hanging around for no reason) ?
S142 flips the switch causing the steady hum of embedded ventilation fans to rise, along with the smoke...
HK: Hey, that was a good ide...
...along with HK's cigar, which gets shredded into rust-colored dust. Peeks desperately claws at the floor, hair on end.
HK: ...a.
BritSlider: Whoops, there goes the lighter.
<Everyone thinks back for a second>
S142: Ok, er, might want to hit the dance floor, literally.
As everyone sporadically jumps for cover, the ventilation fans explode, shooting flames for a few seconds before burning out. One clatters to the floor, blackened with soot.
Robin14334: uhhh....wait a minute, that was actually pretty cool.
HK: My ventilation fans!
Slider_Sarah: You didn't even know you had them.
HK: So ? What if there's a winter heat wave ?.....ok.
S142: Err, maybe I better get to the story...ahem.
Robin14334: Can we do that again ?

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Wade and Rembrandt were doing quite well actually. Only a slight scrape with the security systems of the computer lab offered any resistance. Okay, maybe it was a big scrape.
Rembrandt took another worried look at the solid metal alloy door that separated them from the angered guards that had "cornered" them in this room. "Girl, you sure pick the strangest places to run into."
Wade anxiously pressed the strange codes onscreen, desperately looking for something else to help them out of their situation.
"Yes, well, ..you pick the strangest places to drive into."
Both of them shared a nervous laugh that quickly subsided.
Rembrandt sighed and walked back to Wade's terminal. "Are you getting anywhere with that thing ?"
Wade shook her head unencouragingly. "It doesn't look like we'll be going anywhere fast."
Rembrandt nodded. He didn't know the first thing about hacking into high-tech government computer systems, but he did know one thing. He took Wade's currently limp hand in his, forcing her to take her eyes away from the screen temporarily.
"You can do this Wade."
Wade smiled at the encouragement. "Thanks, Remmy. Let's do this!"
The banging stopped. Rembrandt frowned.
"What the ?" He didn't have to wait long for his answer. From the other side came the unmistakeable sound of metal being cleaved slowly in two.
"Crap" said Wade, and got back to the terminal. Meanwhile, Remmy searched the room with his eyes.

The aircar lazily docked with headquarters, not giving away the importance of its cargo. The car shuddered as it aligned itself with the magnetic fields and the doors silently slid open. Quinn was roughly pushed out and led down a red-lined hallway by two officers, much to the protest of Arturo, who was outraged at the very existence of this organization.
"How dare you, get your hands off of me! Where are we going ?!"
Vilena had been drugged and was led out in the same direction as Quinn. Little did they know that their friends were no more than a few feet above them, running for their lives.

The guards finally burned away the last scrap of metal holding the door and one kicked it down immediately bringing his stunner to level with the terminal. Unfortuantely, no-one raised their hands in surrender, there was no-one to raise them.

Rembrandt crawled forward behind Wade, who had found the plans for the rather extensive ventilation system (hehe) in one of the unsecured files. She still hadn't cracked into any valuable files. Wade stopped as Rembrandt looked up.
"Why did we stop, girl ? It's getting hot back here."
"Ssh. I thought I heard something."
Rembrandt knew better than to ask what, he caught his breath and listened.

"Mr. Quinn Mallory, I presume." A cold voice, the kind that only comes with severe mental instability spoke.
"I believe we are acquainted." There was a pause and some kind of sound like glass upon glass. "Maybe you're the one." The voice seemed unsure. Wade had not heard Quinn answer the entire time.
She slowly crept over the grill and peered into the scene. It was an office, wood-paneled, with the regular paraphernalia scattered around for visitors to ponder upon. Except this visitor wasn't paying much attention to the scenery. Quinn looked,..funny, almost comatose. There was a man in white behind him, and the speaker was peering at the patient's face as if trying to read some unseen message. The speaker himself was dressed regularly, almost like a high-school principal. The little sign on the desk said 'Mr. Odiguare'.
"What are they doing to him ?" came the inadvertant whisper.
"What's going on in there?" whispered Rembrandt from behind.

Meanwhile, in the office, a beep initiated a datalink with the security system.
"Sir, two perpetrators have been found in the building. We are sure they are sliders."
"Location." came the voice. The guard had never gotten used to his superior's almost, otherworldy look. He didn't look like he belonged in reality. His striated piercing gray eyes almopst looked as if they saw much more than they would let on. He was omniscient, it was said, only because of this quality. His face was long and dignified, with age showing its toll, not in disorder, but experience. However, he was undoubtedly the most evil man he had ever met. He was not somone the guard would want to meet in a dark alley, or a family gathering. He was glad of the pay though. It was all that mattered at the moment.
"They seem to be in the ventilation ducts above your level, sir."
The grey-haired man didn't even bat an eyelash. "Flood it" he said simply." And close all access."

Wade watched as they wheeled Quinn out of the room. "Where are they going ?"
She shrugged. "More importantly, where are we goi..acckgh." She started coughing uncontrollably.
Rembrandt made a split second decision. "Gas!"
He pushed Wade over the grill and began to bang on it. It was now their only way out.

"What is the meaning of this crass inhospitability ?!" shouted the professor, as always at the top of his lungs. He was in a room with a blue stripe, not that he cared. A light turned a mirror next to him onto a room with Vilena also forcibly sitting in a chair (he still couldn't figure it out, but he could not get up). Slowly, she noticed Arturo in the other room. Her eyes widened. Arturo's door opened and suddenly he was free to move. An eccentric-looking, gray-haired gentleman walked in and the door slid closed behind him with the same soundlessness as when he stepped into the room.
"Good evening, Mr. Maximillian Arturo." He blinked as he said this. "My name is Mr. Oliguare, and I need some information."
Arturo stood and stared at the unmoving man. "You drug my friends and kidnap myself and expect me to..."
Oliguare pressed something between his thumb and forefinger causing Vilena to suddenly double-over in pain. No sound was transmitted by the glass. Arturo looked on in horror.
"Stop this!" he shouted and lunged at the man, falling through him. He was another hologram.
Somewhere else, Mr. Oliguare let go. "Will you kindly tell me what I want to know ?" he said, unsmiling. "Tell me about your Quinn Mallory."
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S142: There we go, I'm done. And I've solved absolutely nothing! Bwaaahahahahahaaaa!!!!
LP<walks off the dance floor> : Wait a minute, who's this Oliguare character ?? How can you introduce a character with only two parts left before the end ?!
HK: How can you destroy a perfectly good cigar ?!
SS: How can I get SL out of that chair ?! <SL stares>
SS: Oops, that was out loud.

<Next....:-)> Can't wait to see where this goes...

THE TIME HAS COME...THIS STORY MUST END!!!!

While the doctor was interrogating Arturo, Quinn suddenly yelled in pain and fell on the floor. When the professor went to aid his friend, he sees that Quinn's ears and nose were flowing with blood.
"Dear God", Arturo exclaimed the turned to Dr. Oliguare, "Do you want to help him or you want to stand there like midless halfwit!!"
Doctor Oliguare just froze. He just looked at the young man, just yelling in pain and his head is soaked in blood.
"Its too late..."
Arturo stood up in shock,"Too late? What do y..."
Arturo looked back at the doctor, who was loading his gun...
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?!?!?!" Arturo yelled.
"Stay out the way! I am just going to end his suffring."
Quinn finally opened his eyes, which was turned blood red.
"DAMN YOU, GIVE ME THE GUN!" Arturo yelled, but the doctor turned his gun on him and pulled the trigger. The doctor slowly moved to his next target.
"You has such promise...sorry it had to end this way..."
Quinn couldn't see who was talking, and he could barely hear. But the last thing he heard was a loud bang.

Quinn woke up drenched in sweat. He found himself on one of the beds in the Dominion suite. "Quinn." Wade said as she entered the bedroom, "I heard you screaming...and you are drenched!"
Quinn came to his sences, "I had this crazy dream that were captured by some kind of cops called the Probability Police, and they keep tabs on everyone on that world with self destructing ID chips, invisble droids, and..."
"Whoa, Tiger!" Wade interrupted, "I told you not to drink those Daquiris, but you had to have five of them."
"Yeah, I should of listened to you."
"Hey, you didn't know that barkeepers add "Ecstacy" to thier drinks on this world. Here's what you'll do...get room service on the phone and order some coffee or water to calm your nerves..."
"...Alright."
"Next time you have a bad dream, call the prof. or Remmy."
Then Wade left the room. Quinn lay himself down, he was certain that the dream was real, but the drinks explained the strangeness of it all. Quinn picks up the Timer from the nightstand and it read 15 hours. To relieved to do anything, he goes back to sleep.

THE END (THANK GOD!!!!!!!)

<HK puts the pen down and smiles>
HK: After 3 months, the story is done.
<Suddenly all of the other game particapants rushed in with baseball bats>
BritSlider: I heard the Burglar Alarm go off, what's wrong?
HK: Nothing...it's done.
BritSlider: Come Again?
HK: The story...it's done.
Mychand: Very Funny HK.
Slider_Sarah: I never thought YOU could stoop so low.
MTwain: Playing withour emotions like that.
HK: It's true, see for yourself.
<The crowd gathered around the desk and they couldn't believe thier eyes, a chapter was actually added to this story. HK saw that was his opportunity to leave.>
BritSlider <after reading the conclusion>: WHAT THE $@^&?!?
sleepingtiger: THIS ENDING IS CRAP!!!!!! HK!!!!!!!!!
<Everyone looks around, seeing that storm was gone>
Aelita: GET HIM!!!!!!
<and so the manhunt begins>