Since the FFML is just about two years old, as Kergma said, I had an
idea to celebrate with a biennial spamfic war.  However, it would
totally flood the FFML, with its 400+ subscribers, so I'm proposing that
we celebrate on the Spam ML.  :)

Back when the FFML was first born, there weren't very many of us.  It
all began when "Sapphire" joined the list (yep, the FAQ co-maintainer
;), calling herself the "Blue Anime Bounty Hunter Tigress".  One of her
earliest taglines was "Don't call me Saffy!", so naturally some did.  So
began the Bounty Hunts, as people started choosing their net characters 
accordingly.  It was right around then when the bios threads started,
and people posted their real and fictional bios to the list.  We then
had a blast as we tried to avoid the fierce tigress in the ensuing
bounty hunts.  :)

Soon afterwards, there was a second mega-spamfic thread, the Poker Game.
Several FFMLers got together to stage a high-tech, high stakes game of
poker, with lots of intrigue.  Naturally, Saf cheated.  ;)

I'd like to kick off the third year of the FFML's existence by inviting
everyone to join in on a spamfic "war" on the Spam ML.  All you need is
a net character and a good imagination.  ^_-

The subscription address is ffml-d-request@universal-net.com.  Just put
"subscribe ffml-d" in the body.  The posting address is
ffml-d@universal-net.com.  I'm setting the headers of this post to the
Spam ML, but because of problems with bounced mail I had to close the
list.  That means that people who aren't subscribed can't post there.
If you want in on the war, join the list!  ^_^

So, let's kick 'er off with a bang....  8)

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	There was a tenseness in the air.  Kowa glanced around uneasily,
trying to locate the source of the danger.  This was his fourth time out
in the depths of the jungle, on safari.  Thus far, he'd managed to
locate a map to the fabled "White Wolf Mines", wherein, as legend had
it, rested a vast treasure horde.  Now, the only problem was deciphering
the map, and making it past the guardians of the mines.
	He pulled thoughtfully at his largish moustache, and pushed a
pair of spectacles a little farther up the bridge of his long nose.
Umbuutu, his faithful guide, had warned him of a marsh near the trail,
so he wasn't going to take any chances hiding from the danger.  Besides,
the jungle dwellers, the lions and snakes, would likely make short work
of his crew long before whoever or whatever was out there did.
	Still, something had to be done, and he quickly called a halt to
the marching.

[What happens next?  You decide!!  See ya on the Spam ML!!]

Damon Casale, damoo@universal-net.com
Spam, spam!  WONDERFUL spam!  ^_^