"Uncle FsG! I can't sleep! Tell me a story? Pleazzze?"
"Oh all right, all right. There once was a wondrous place where people could go and be happy, telling stories, congregating with much laughter, song and merriment. Alas, all good things must come to an end, for there was a change. . .

the ever-elusive and duplicitous ogre-magi Motomisso had ravaged the once beautiful kingdom. Caring not a whit for justice nor the happiness of the subjects, the cruel and greedy monarch laid waste to the villages and towns. Riding across the length and width of the land he bannish his most loyal subjects with his indifference to their plight. Until two voices were heard in the night...

Come to 4peeps, you will be welcomed with open arms. You will eat drink and be merry once again.

But whose voices were they?!?! "Should we follow?!?!", asked FsG. "I'm not sure. . ." opined the_burner, ". . .it depends on if they allow a bar . . .

...FsG was some what taken back with the support the small group of adventurers would receive, and especially from an enchanted talking white skull. The intrepete band led by FsG pondered their fate - should they go ahead, stay behing, or just have a drink and observe this titanic electronic battle flying over head in FsG's comfotable galley equiped plane, perhaps with drinks in hand? A decision was made, corks poped, cans opened, and ....

the exodus began in earnest. Soon our intrepid band of explorers learned that they would not be alone in their journey. Many more of their friends and compatriots from their war-torn, battle-scarred former home wished to join them . . .(Let's try to keep this one going Dragonfly!)

... long hard days, and cold countless moonless nights added continued discomfort to the marching column, fortunately, with but a single plane over head, flown by FsG acting as a lone, resolute, and stedfast silver beacon of light that acted as a welcomed shining spirit guide, with night lights flickering faintly in the almost starless night. The resolute band pressed on, and some crossed the big electronic divide from the far, and enchanted North county into the arid wastelands of Gila monsters, centipedes , magic serpents with rattles in their tails, and even the infamous polecat one could smell was about to terrify even the nose, not unlike an older Big Mac that went wrong! The sun in this new land was only off-set by the cold winds of an unkind Winter that wiped through the Panhandle conformation of this strange new land with relentless determination. Yet, the group pressed on, seemingly immune to a perfusion of bones scattered about, and strange flying birds circling and seemingly observing our every move, we push on, and upward untill ...