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09-28-2003, 05:46 AM
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 ost_uid0]Then, tranqulity...A blank white screen. Running,running. John Sheridan was running . "WhereamI? WhereamI?" Echoing into the distance... "Delenn?Kosh?Anyone?"he asked, as he slowed to a walk A sudden flash of colour. Pink. Blue. Red. John looked up, in horror,at a giant cake descending upon his head....[/color ost_uid0]
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Ivanova is God. So is Kathryn Janeway, Delenn and Porthos. I am weird. 
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