Liquid Sword by Triad
- JERRY PRESENTS: - LIQUID SWORD - PAINTED BY SLIVER - - NO PHONE - NO PHUN! CALL THE STUDIO AT: +46-159-31991 JERRY PRESENTS: LIQUID SWORD - PAINTED BY SLIVER - SHAZAM # % HIS BEARD IS TURNING GRAY. IT DOESN'T COME FROM AGE AS SUCH, IT COMES FROM ALL THE WORRIES THAT ACCUMULATE AS THE YEARS PASS BY. NO WONDER THERE ARE THINGS HE AVOIDS WHEN POSSIBLE. THESE DAYS THERE SEEM TO BE A MOUNTAIN OF OBSTACLES BETWEEN HIM AND THE MAILBOX. AT TIMES THERE HAVE BEEN WEEKS BETWEEN VISITS TO THE YELLOW BOX TO MAIL A DISK PACKAGE. THE TIMES THEY ARE ACHANGING. INDEED # % BOX AFTER BOX IS FLUNG OPEN. DISK AFTER DISK IS INCERTED IN THE PLAYER AND STARTED ONLY TO BE CUT OFF AFTER A FEW BARS. NOTHING REALLY FITS. AT TIMES AS THIS HE WISHES HE HAD A 64 SET UP ESPECIALLY FOR SID-PLAYING. GALLWAY MEMORIES AS COMPOSED BY ALFATECH OR THE TRAVELLER MADE BY TRIDENT OR SOMETHING MADE BY KRAVIN. AND THAT WOULD ONLY BE THE BEGINNING OF IT. HMM.. . . IT WOULDN'T BE ALL THAT IMPOSSIBLE TO DESIGN SOME MAKESHIFT EPROM BANK THINGIE TO CONNECT AS A CARTRIDGE AND THAT WOULD GIVE HIM A SORT OF A MUSIC BOX. IT WOULDN'T EVEN NEED A KEYBOARD. TWO BUTTONS ON THE CARTRIDGE COULD BE USED TO SKIP A TUNE OR TO PLAY THE TUNES ONE AFTER THE OTHER RESPECTIVELY. WELL, THE OLD MAN WITH THE GRAY BEARD HAS NEVER BEEN SHORT OF IDEAS, I'LL GIVE HIM THAT. TIME IS ANOTHER THING. THAT HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN SHORT OF. A GLANCE OVER TO THE RIGHT TELLS HIM THAT ONCE AGAIN TIME HAS RUN OFF LEAVING HIM BEHIND. AS USUAL HE MUST HAVE FLOATED OFF INTO THE WORLD OF DREAMS AND WHAT IFS. CONCRETE AND STEEL IN THE WORLD OF THE CHROMEPLATED SUGAROAS, BABY I AM YOUR BURGER MAN. WELL, SINCE TIME HAS LEFT HIM BEHIND, HE LOST YET ANOTHER DAY AND AT THE SAME TIME GAINED ANOTHER ONE. PERHAPS THAT IS ENOUGH FOR HIM TO TELL THE STORY OF A DISK GONE SOUR. YET ANOTHER CUP OF TEA WOULDN'T BE ALL THAT BAD. AND SO OVER TO THE ART GALLERY - ARTWORK BY SLIVER OF TRIAD F - CODE BY TAO & PANTALOONE / TRIADCHARSET BY TAO OF TRIAD I - MUSIC BY MITCH AND DANE OF CREST - HE BLOOD THROBBED IN HIS TEMPLE WHERE THE SWORD HAD HIT HIM. D - HOR FOR THE NEW HELMET. D - HAT HAD SAVED HIS LIFE, BUT THE BLOW STILL HAD SENT HIM OFF INTO THE FOG FOR A FEW SECONDS. D - ORE THAN A FEW ACTUALLY. D - HEY HAD TAKEN HIM FOR DEAD AND THAT HAD SAVED HIM. D - E HAD TO GET AS FAR AWAY FROM - LESIA AS HE COULD BEFORE THEY WOULD FIND OUT THE TRUTH. D - ARKNESS, OH DARKNESS! D - VEN IF HE WANTED TO LIE DOWN, TO LET HIS EYES REST AND FLOAT AWAY INTO THE PEACEFULL DARKNESS OF DREAMS, HE JUST COULDN'T DO IT YET. I - T WAS LIKE HIS FEET WERE GETTING LIGHTER AND HIS BODY WAS STRONG AGAIN. F - IKE FLOATING IN THE AIR . . . I - E JUST COULDN'T LET THEM GET HIM, SO HE FLOATED OFF INTO THE SUNSET, HIS BODY LIGHTER THAN A CLOUD, OFF AND AWAY . . . E - YARN SPUN BY JERRY -