"Jim we better get out of here" Smokes says suddenly.
"Why?"
"Now that mr. Fancy Pants is gone... DUCK!"
A volley of flaming arrows misses Jim by inches.
About half of the people in the large room were now having sex in small and not-so-small groups. The others were fighting amongst themselves. One version of Mr. Black had turned into a DOOM enemy and was wrestling with two siamese twins. An unspecified number of people in tuxedos and sunglasses divided in three gruops and began to shoot happily at each others. A version of Francis and Smokes himself broke the windows and jumped on the giant Melissa. Here and there a blurred mass of flesh indicated a celebrity blimping out. At a point an entire section of a wall broke down as two trains crashed into it, their crews fighting hand-to-hand. On top of it all, a quick glance outside the window told him that there were at least ten distinct armies fighting against each other -- the US army against the giantess, some medieval guys who somehow got a hold of a monster truck against skeletons, Allied vs. Russians from Red Alert, and so on. It was utter chaos.
"Let's get out of the way! This door will take us to..."
Thu Jan 27 16:30:24 2000