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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Henry" data-source="post: 892804" data-attributes="member: 158">4th September, 1984 9:32 a.m.“Fear not - Ranger... Barbarian...”Richard’s eyes began to focus, vaguely at first, then more clearly, as he began to take in his surroundings.“Magician... Thief...”He was sitting – he thought – on a very plush couch, in the middle of a living room of some sort. The large television before him showed a cartoon – some people interacting with a stunted balding figure in red robes.“Cavalier... and Acrobat!”It slowly dawned on him what he was watching.“Hey, you really watching this?” a deep voice uttered to his left. Richard slowly turned.Just to his right, on the opposite end of the plush couch, sat his would-be killer.A low growl became a roar. “YOU SON OF A...” Richard leapt at him, bare handed, spilling a bowl of pretzels between them.The killer barely blinked, and had Richard on the floor in a head-lock before Richard could think. “What the Hell are you doing?” He casually asked.Richard, quickly beginning to lose blood to his brain, couldn’t answer. He only ran over in his mind the possible answers to why he was in a living room, and why he put himself into the situation in which he was going to die.As the gray began to set in around the edge of his vision, he was suddenly let go. He knelt on the floor, recovering his balance and his consciousness. “Thanks.”“No problem.” The killer replied. “Now, what – ““DIE!” Richard spat, and lunged again.This time, his arm and chest went numb. He crashed down on the couch like a limp laundry sack. His prey returned to his reclining position. “Now SIDDOWN,” he finished.A voice from the kitchen interrupted. “Richard, glad to see you awake.”Richard breathed once. Breathed twice. The numbness left. He turned, to see Roger entering the family room. It was definitely Roger, but he had changed.Goddess, had he changed! Roger was, indeed the same person, perhaps younger – again - but had stepped from an era left forgotten 15 years ago. He sported a silver leisure suit, if such a thing was even available any more; the bright purple shirt, coupled with the silver chains, and enhanced by silver shoes, somehow filled Richard with shock and awe simultaneously. Then again, Roger’s long-grown, bright blond hair, with its highly-coiffured “Flock of Seagulls” hairstyle, perhaps caused the most spectacular failure of words in Richard’s life.If Roger’s look was a scene unto itself, he seemed not to notice. He nonchalantly strolled in, toting a wooden kitchen chair, and spun it around, sitting down on it backwards.“I see you’ve met John. John Sato, meet Richard Gardner.” Richard stared daggers into John. John raised an eyebrow.“The good news is, you’re both time travelers, just like me. The even better news is, you’ll be living here together!”Both stared at Roger.“Gentlemen, you are in the location known as your first Corner. Here, you will learn to work, play, BE to the fullest extent of your potential. Welcome to the Road to our Dreams!” Roger spread his arms wide in a grandiose gesture.Both stared at Roger for a long, long time.“What?”To Be Continued...</blockquote>

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