SQUAWK. BEAMME UP!”Scott reached over and stroked Cornelius with the eraser tip of his pencil. The parrot craned his neck this way and that, making sure Scott hit all the right spots.Ah, ecstasy …It was 5:30 p.m. Friday night. Scott didn’t have to be at Hubert’s for the next campaign of Crypts and Wizards until 7:00. On his desk was a tablet of carefully planned characteristics for the new and improved Ttocs. It had taken him most of the afternoon to create this new character, and for the most part he was happy.For the most part.Still … something was gnawing at him. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he was pretty sure it had something to do with the game. And with the way he had acted toward Bonnie Eagleman in geometry class.He reached over to flip on the computer. A moment later he was in the chat room. He was hoping to connect with Z, the mysterious figure who had taken him and Becka under his wing. There seemed to be nothing Z didn’t know — even in personal areas where he shouldn’t know anything.
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