North_Fork_Trails said...
Ah, the good old Death Star!

I took a look at Nameless Magazine, and I like it. I read parts of some few stories, and one closely mirrored WildMouse's own stories about his violin training, as an infant, in a distant galaxy, where the violin tutors are cruel, and the young mice are, well, as meek as the very nicest of mice. Long, long before WildMouse grew to be six-foot-three in his socks, broad of shoulder, narrow of hip, and steely of glinting eye, he was a virtuoso violinist. Later, he would earn many hundreds of thousands of units of that far-flung currency, per second, as a violin teacher. Ah, those were the days ...

October 28, 2007 8:29 AM