January 19th, 2006

When Polter-Cows Attack!

The Alamo Marsathon: Overture

It goes without saying that I owe a debt to many of my flisters who've sparked memories I may have forgotten but wished to record. So, if the next few posts feel inhumanly packed full of detail...I only remembered, say, eighty percent of it. And only seventy-five percent of it is one hundred percent accurate.

When last we left our intrepid hero, he was on his way out of Houston with eirefaerie. Let's switch persons and tenses and continue the story.

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