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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Mary, Higgins, Clark&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WINNER with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Humor & Satire?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Bimbos of the Death Sun'
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conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Bimbos of the Death Sun
  Marion hesitated. "That's a rather philosophical question, Lieutenant. All the adventurers are soldiers of fortune, and as such, they might be forced to kill in self-defense, or in order to complete their mission, or—"
  Marion leaned over and whispered to the lieutenant. "You probably understand this already, but he has given them their assignment, and he has just told them where they are. Now they decide how to proceed."
  The commandeering of a boat to take the adventurers to lona was relatively uneventful. In his role as omnipotent game-controller, Jay Omega gave them a little rough weather to contend with on the crossing, but nothing to really worry about.
  Jay Omega was also trying to picture the scene. "Let's see..." he stammered, unnerved by the eight pairs of eyes waiting for his instructions. "It's a very gray day... sort of spitting rain, windy. The boat is lurching in the waves...."
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conversations.value: The players—what was left of them—were suffering from combat fatigue. The shapechanger had managed to kill both Mona the woman warrior, and the Conan-jock, and Diefenbaker had been so badly hurt in the rescue attempt that he was down to one hit point, and his healing spells were used up.
  A party of Norsemen had attacked the adventurers on the road to the monastery, killing Richard Faber with an arrow through the throat in the ambush, and mortally wounding Bill Fox in sword combat.
  The three remaining players looked at each other. Clifford Morgan was down to three hit points, which meant that any serious injury would kill him, and he had a slight concussion incurred when he pulled Tratyn Runewind out of the ruined fort. Bernard Buchanan's character was still limping, and still useless; as was Diefenbaker, who as a cleric could not use edged weapons, and his spells were gone. Their chances against the enemy looked bleak.
  Jay Omega glanced wearily around the nearly empty room. "Tratyn Runewind says that only a fool would attempt such a mission with two wounded warriors and a cleric. He suggests that you plan your escape."
  Clifford Morgan was pale and tired-looking, but his eyes flashed angrily at the suggestion. "Tratyn Runewind is more than mortal," he said. "He never retreats."
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: ". The shapechanger had managed to kill both Mona the woman warrior, and the Conan-jock, and Diefenbaker had been so badly hurt in the rescue attempt that he was down to one hit point, and his healing spells were used up.
  A party of Norsemen had attacked the adventurers on the road to the monastery, killing Richard Faber with an arrow through the throat in the ambush, and mortally wounding Bill Fox in sword combat.
  The three remaining players looked at each other. Clifford Morgan was down to three hit points, which meant that any serious injury would kill him, and he had a slight concussion incurred when he pulled Tratyn Runewind out of the ruined fort. Bernard Buchanan's character was still limping, and still useless; as was Diefenbaker, who as a cleric could not use edged weapons, and his spells were gone. Their chances against the enemy looked bleak.
  Jay Omega glanced wearily around the nearly empty room. "Tratyn Runewind says that only a fool would attempt such a mission with two wounded warriors and a cleric. He suggests that you plan your escape."
  Clifford Morgan was pale and tired-looking, but his eyes flashed angrily at the suggestion. "Tratyn Runewind is more than mortal," he said. "He never retreats.The players—what was left of them—were suffering from combat fatigue.
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conversations.value: As they left the room, still holding hands, Jay Omega turned to Dief and Miles Perry. "We'll catch you before we leave."
  When they were gone, Diefenbaker leaned back on the couch and sighed. "Well, Miles, I'm sorry you had so much chaos to contend with at Rubicon."
  Miles had been thinking resignedly about returning to the produce section at the Food Lion, but Dief's remark brought on the glimmer of a smile. "Yes, but it will certainly give people something to talk about all year, won't it?"
  Diefenbaker blinked. "Oh, yes. Next year! I suppose we ought to start planning it now, shouldn't we?"
  Dief began to scribble notes and names on the back of his program. He paused with what he hoped was appropriate solemnity. "Too bad we won't have Clifford Morgan around," he said, "I'm sorry to lose such a colorful personality."
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: "We'll catch you before we leave."
  When they were gone, Diefenbaker leaned back on the couch and sighed. "Well, Miles, I'm sorry you had so much chaos to contend with at Rubicon."
  Miles had been thinking resignedly about returning to the produce section at the Food Lion, but Dief's remark brought on the glimmer of a smile. "Yes, but it will certainly give people something to talk about all year, won't it?"
  Diefenbaker blinked. "Oh, yes. Next year! I suppose we ought to start planning it now, shouldn't we?"
  Dief began to scribble notes and names on the back of his program. He paused with what he hoped was appropriate solemnity. "Too bad we won't have Clifford Morgan around," he said, "I'm sorry to lose such a colorful personality."