This goes on...
6-- A dimensional gate has just opened above Plymouth_MI and offered everyone at SD a free-ride to the Korath Nebulae, 10e17LYs away; to which FrogBoy replied - nope, too busy, leave us alone! Only to loose half his staff to a twilight day-dreaming plague which can only be cured by researching ---
7-- A religious Guru met him in some dark corridor while promising paradise in exchange for a free-lifetime_warranty-unrestricted-copy of TotA. They agreed on the principles, but without a code to access SDC for updates. Brad somehow catches the above lunatic sickness as a result. Everything goes beserk in the design dept, afterward. But, since carielf is immuned to the 'desease'... she picks the ball on the run, fires Kryo, loops a trojan into the code (accidentally), inserts an 'Hello-World' gizmo as the game_ending message & goes into hiding somewhere in the Mohaje desert for nine months. In the meantime, owners of GC2 flood the gates with protest. The GC site goes down in flames. Brad snaps out of the
dreamy mood, runs to the nearest phone booth, talks to his friend Dr_Who, rushes out dressed with Cape & Suit, yelling *
Okay, Time to fix things!*
8-- Lucas & Spielberg invest all their remaining marbles into SD while giving great leeway to the Wardell gang to develop the next Hollywood saga based of course - on a triple serving of the Arnor_Terran_Iconian new Alliance against the strange race that came into existence in number 6 above.
9-- Enough of this!!
