I thought I'd put this here in an attempt to keep my
mind away from some recent bad news. Those of you who
know me (Bob Schroek's one) have heard that my significant
other has been diagnosed with cancer. Just this week, they
found another spot on her lung. :(

Doesn't do either of us any good to get terminally depressed
about it, and Aili's ORDERED me to cheer up. Ain't easy,
but I'm trying. So, while trying to write, I tripped over
a little something that I thought would amuse y'all, and
would make Gryph and Zoner laugh, given the strong thread
of B-5 that's running thru the Symphony of the Sword.

It came about during an IRC chat. Hope you like it.

Edward A Becerra

"I was there, at the dawn of the Third Age of FanFiction.
It began in the Earth irc server nabiki.com, with the founding
of the chatroom #akane, located deep in neutral cyberspace...."

"It was a port of call for hacks, cosplayers, plagerists, fanfic
authors and otaku. It could be a dangerous place, but we accepted
the risk because it was our last, best hope for good fanfic..."

"This... is our story. The story of Babbling-on Five."

Matrix Dragon, J. Random Nutter
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