From: Dryad <dryad48@aol.commoner> Subject: [PW!] ATR Stuff Date: Thursday, February 24, 2000 9:36 PM Departed was her soul. The cold, clamy, yet well rounded body of the mysterious Laura Dark of ATR rested it's tired, ached body on the freezing metal floor of the ATR training gym. Stood over her was another ATR, Saber, whose heart pounded in unison with the ticking of the old wall clock. *Tick.* At the moment Derrick spoke to Laura over the computer from the other side of the island, her body suddenly became full of the scent of death as mysterious shock waves withered throughout her body. *Tick.* Immediately, Derrick rushed towards the Training Gym to see what the hell had happened. *Tick.* To Be Continued I don't feel in a writing mood today... My motivation to write PW! is departing. Where have all the writers gone? _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ~Dryad48: Weekly Quote: "All we are saying is give peace a chance." -John Lennon, Paul McCartney "Hide people from bad things and you've made them weaker." -Me