I'm bleeding from a dozen cuts by the time I've shimmied up to the fourth branch of the scale tree. So long as I don't slide back down the scales in the wrong direction I'll be OK. I'll hold on long enough to be rescued, I can go back to Babel and spend the rest of my life happily in shades of gray cement. So long as I can hold onto my useless rifle to keep it from splashing into the swamp and interrupting the two carnivorous manatoads; snacking on a winged snake twice my size at the base of the tree. So long as I can keep the blood from my wounds from dripping into the swamp beside the manatoads. So long as I can keep from screaming when carnivorous green slugs drop onto my neck from the canopy above. So long as the driver of the Big Games Excursion ATV revving towards me from way across the Ring can figure out that this is a no-tech zone and avoid bogging himself in here with me and the manatoads and the slugs. So long as the Oquido or the Shaman Scouts don't take this opportunity to pursue their vendetta with Big Game Excursions. Then the Wind picks up and sends the manatoads splashing for deeper waters as something bigger and nastier swims into the swampland with the Tide, and I know that this is "So long." More Nexus Park: Mutual of Oh My God's Wild Kingdom A Wilderness Setting for Nexus Introduction Entering the Park Exiting the Park Back to Shadis #22 Table of Contents Back to Shadis List of Issues Back to MagWeb Master List of Magazines © Copyright 1995 by Alderac Entertainment Group This article appears in MagWeb (Magazine Web) on the Internet World Wide Web. Other military history articles and gaming articles are available at http://www.magweb.com