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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 6:55 pm — Post subject: The story of Slider (writen by Janine)
Slider's story
The world is a great and massive place, one globe circling and being circled by so many other orbs into infinity. The surface world is filled with work and play, joy and sadness. Pity the surface people who have never viewed the ages, walked the path or taken on the journey that our feet have trod.
You have seen ages, read the writings and learned some of what has come before. These are things that have brought us all together in a shared desire to walk more paths and learn more of what was and could yet be to come. Look at us, a community, a society, all drawn together by a shared hunger. And bound by our hunger for more knowledge, we have now found ourselves drawing nearer to the end of the Time of The Great Wait. Here in the places left to us by the D'ni, we shall bide our time till the restoration continues. In our waiting we amuse each other, assist each other and do what we can to draw the pitiful surface bound down to share what we have learned so far.
But, I am not here to talk of ages known or restorations to come. I want to tell a tale of what comes of the waiting and the hunger for more of the journey. I would like to tell you a story of a member of this community, one who like us all offers help to those who need and provides amusement to us in our Time of The Great Wait.
This is the story of Slider and The Children of the One True Cone. Hear ye now the tale.
Slider had walked the ages. He was drawn down to the hoods and cavern, curious about the restoration. Surface life weighed heavy upon him and life below had stalled into the Time of the Great Wait.
In this time of waiting Slider had played the games as his neighbors did, helped other explorers along their journeys and still surface life weighed upon him and the Time of the Great Wait offered little relief.
It came to him one night in a dream. The One True Cone! "Slider", said The One True Cone, "Arrange them and all will know."
"Huh?" Slider responded, waiting to see if this was a good dream or a nightmare.
"Arrange them and all explorers will know, Slider. They will know that the cones wish to BELONG."
Feeling a little bolder, Slider replied back to The One True Cone. "But the cones do belong, the DRC put them there to warn us of danger spots, of course sometimes they get in the way, but we just kick them aside."
"No," said The One True Cone. "My children are unhappy here in this, the Time of the Great Wait. They wish to play with the explorers. Being pushed into water and off cliffs no longer gives them joy. All my children want is to help the explorers in their waiting. Slider, you must find ways to allow the cones a greater joy and you will have accomplished a grand thing and perhaps you shall have some comfort in your wait for the restoration to continue.
Upon waking Slider was amused to have had a dream about a cone. How odd he thought it was. Dismissing it just part of his obsession he went about with his surface life as usual. But a strange thing was to happen on his next trip down to the cavern.
Walking along in the city, Slider decided to check out the pub, there he came upon a single cone. He looked closely at it. It was scuffed, dented and looked totally wrong where it was sitting as if it was out of place somehow. Then the voice of The One True Cone came to his mind, "Slider, if you arrange them, all will know."
Slider bent down to the cone and asked, "Are you lonely? Wanna go to the pub with me?" He listened and looked but was given no sign of acknowledgment. "Ok," Slider said, "Listen, I will call you Slider jr. and you ARE going to the pub with me for some fun." And with that Slider began nudging the cone, edging it this way and that, gently here a little rough there. After much pushing and nudging and edging he finally got his new friend into the pub.
"There!" Slider said, feeling a great sense of accomplishment. "You made it Jr.! How does it feel, huh? Hey! I know I will take your picture and post it so all the neighbors will see it, perhaps others will come and buy you drinks. What do you think about that?" Slider looked and listened but no sign of acknowledgement was given.
People came and saw the cone, named Jr. Others saw the pictures and made wonderful comments about Jr's presence and Slider's skill.
That night while sleeping, The One True Cone revisited Slider's dreams. "Excellent beginning, my boy." She said. "Still you have much more you can do, my children all want to meet you and see places they haven't seen or be in places most unexpected. This request I make of you again. Arrange them and all will know."
"But, True Cone, ma'am. I'm afraid I may cause a cone to poof during my travels. You know it kinda happens a lot."
"Do not be troubled," responded The One True Cone. “Just fulfill your destiny as I have asked.â€
Slider awoke that morning with a new sense of purpose. What more can I do, he wondered? He quickly made his way down to the hood and found a bunch of cones, this time it was different. Slider could hear the little whispers in his head. "Name us, Play with us."
And so Slider began, he herded the cones and gave them each a name and began to take the all down to the light garden. There he set them up on the pedestal one by one, Susan, AKA Jr., Vort Jr., Bob and TabaVid. Again and again he took pictures as his progress went on. One cone, two cones, three cones, four. It was a grand accomplishment and the spectators enjoyed sharing their names with the cones and watching Slider as he enjoyed his work. One cone did poof during his efforts and all the spectators wept for the coned named he had named Mini-Gram.
But the coned named Mini-Gram was so pleased that when she returned to The One True Cone, she told all that had happened. Mini-Gram told all about getting a name, and the herding and working that Slider was doing. She told The One True Cone all about the spectators that cheered and watched as the cones worked as hard as they could to make themselves into the shape that Slider had wanted. And all the while, the other cones in waiting listened with excitement, waiting for their turn to return to the game.
The One True Cone was pleased to see that her children were happy again. "Do you feel better now, my children?" she asked.
"YES, YES!" they replied. "Send us back so we can play more!"
"In a while, my children, you must rest for now." She replied.
Again, that night Slider slept and The One True Cone came to him.
"Thank you, Slider." She said in a soft and kind voice. "My children have found a new joy. You arranged them and the explorers have seen. Your efforts have not only lessened the burden of the Time of the Great Wait for the explorers but for my children, too. The cones are pleased that you have shown the explorers that they can be more than just targets for frustration or wanton destruction. They can belong to the game now with a better purpose. I thank you and hope that you will continue on with your work."
"I will!" replied Slider, “The cones will go places they've never been, and I will arrange in places most unexpected. I will do more and more! But, One True Cone, Ma'am, what does happen to the poofed cones? I am so sad for Mini-Gram"
The One True Cone replied, "When my children poof from your world they come to me and share their adventures with all the other cones waiting to rejoin the game. After a time they are returned when they have rested and told the tales of their adventures. My children are eager now to take their places in hopes of giving joy. You are giving my children much to say and much to look forward to if only you will continue. Jr. has told his tale and Mini-Gram has also come to us with the joyous news of your work in the hood. All the others are happy and wanting to play and belong."
And suddenly in the dream, Mimi-Gram appeared at The One True Cone's side. She was giggling and bouncing. "Slider?" she whispered in a quiet voice. "Next time, will you name me George?"
And thus it was that Slider had a goal during this, the Time of the Great Wait. He continued arranging cones and taking them to areas they had not been and arranged them in the most unexpected places. And that is Slider’s destiny.
(to see what slider has accomplished go to the UO forums)
The world is a great and massive place, one globe circling and being circled by so many other orbs into infinity. The surface world is filled with work and play, joy and sadness. Pity the surface people who have never viewed the ages, walked the path or taken on the journey that our feet have trod.
You have seen ages, read the writings and learned some of what has come before. These are things that have brought us all together in a shared desire to walk more paths and learn more of what was and could yet be to come. Look at us, a community, a society, all drawn together by a shared hunger. And bound by our hunger for more knowledge, we have now found ourselves drawing nearer to the end of the Time of The Great Wait. Here in the places left to us by the D'ni, we shall bide our time till the restoration continues. In our waiting we amuse each other, assist each other and do what we can to draw the pitiful surface bound down to share what we have learned so far.
But, I am not here to talk of ages known or restorations to come. I want to tell a tale of what comes of the waiting and the hunger for more of the journey. I would like to tell you a story of a member of this community, one who like us all offers help to those who need and provides amusement to us in our Time of The Great Wait.
This is the story of Slider and The Children of the One True Cone. Hear ye now the tale.
Slider had walked the ages. He was drawn down to the hoods and cavern, curious about the restoration. Surface life weighed heavy upon him and life below had stalled into the Time of the Great Wait.
In this time of waiting Slider had played the games as his neighbors did, helped other explorers along their journeys and still surface life weighed upon him and the Time of the Great Wait offered little relief.
It came to him one night in a dream. The One True Cone! "Slider", said The One True Cone, "Arrange them and all will know."
"Huh?" Slider responded, waiting to see if this was a good dream or a nightmare.
"Arrange them and all explorers will know, Slider. They will know that the cones wish to BELONG."
Feeling a little bolder, Slider replied back to The One True Cone. "But the cones do belong, the DRC put them there to warn us of danger spots, of course sometimes they get in the way, but we just kick them aside."
"No," said The One True Cone. "My children are unhappy here in this, the Time of the Great Wait. They wish to play with the explorers. Being pushed into water and off cliffs no longer gives them joy. All my children want is to help the explorers in their waiting. Slider, you must find ways to allow the cones a greater joy and you will have accomplished a grand thing and perhaps you shall have some comfort in your wait for the restoration to continue.
Upon waking Slider was amused to have had a dream about a cone. How odd he thought it was. Dismissing it just part of his obsession he went about with his surface life as usual. But a strange thing was to happen on his next trip down to the cavern.
Walking along in the city, Slider decided to check out the pub, there he came upon a single cone. He looked closely at it. It was scuffed, dented and looked totally wrong where it was sitting as if it was out of place somehow. Then the voice of The One True Cone came to his mind, "Slider, if you arrange them, all will know."
Slider bent down to the cone and asked, "Are you lonely? Wanna go to the pub with me?" He listened and looked but was given no sign of acknowledgment. "Ok," Slider said, "Listen, I will call you Slider jr. and you ARE going to the pub with me for some fun." And with that Slider began nudging the cone, edging it this way and that, gently here a little rough there. After much pushing and nudging and edging he finally got his new friend into the pub.
"There!" Slider said, feeling a great sense of accomplishment. "You made it Jr.! How does it feel, huh? Hey! I know I will take your picture and post it so all the neighbors will see it, perhaps others will come and buy you drinks. What do you think about that?" Slider looked and listened but no sign of acknowledgement was given.
People came and saw the cone, named Jr. Others saw the pictures and made wonderful comments about Jr's presence and Slider's skill.
That night while sleeping, The One True Cone revisited Slider's dreams. "Excellent beginning, my boy." She said. "Still you have much more you can do, my children all want to meet you and see places they haven't seen or be in places most unexpected. This request I make of you again. Arrange them and all will know."
"But, True Cone, ma'am. I'm afraid I may cause a cone to poof during my travels. You know it kinda happens a lot."
"Do not be troubled," responded The One True Cone. “Just fulfill your destiny as I have asked.â€
Slider awoke that morning with a new sense of purpose. What more can I do, he wondered? He quickly made his way down to the hood and found a bunch of cones, this time it was different. Slider could hear the little whispers in his head. "Name us, Play with us."
And so Slider began, he herded the cones and gave them each a name and began to take the all down to the light garden. There he set them up on the pedestal one by one, Susan, AKA Jr., Vort Jr., Bob and TabaVid. Again and again he took pictures as his progress went on. One cone, two cones, three cones, four. It was a grand accomplishment and the spectators enjoyed sharing their names with the cones and watching Slider as he enjoyed his work. One cone did poof during his efforts and all the spectators wept for the coned named he had named Mini-Gram.
But the coned named Mini-Gram was so pleased that when she returned to The One True Cone, she told all that had happened. Mini-Gram told all about getting a name, and the herding and working that Slider was doing. She told The One True Cone all about the spectators that cheered and watched as the cones worked as hard as they could to make themselves into the shape that Slider had wanted. And all the while, the other cones in waiting listened with excitement, waiting for their turn to return to the game.
The One True Cone was pleased to see that her children were happy again. "Do you feel better now, my children?" she asked.
"YES, YES!" they replied. "Send us back so we can play more!"
"In a while, my children, you must rest for now." She replied.
Again, that night Slider slept and The One True Cone came to him.
"Thank you, Slider." She said in a soft and kind voice. "My children have found a new joy. You arranged them and the explorers have seen. Your efforts have not only lessened the burden of the Time of the Great Wait for the explorers but for my children, too. The cones are pleased that you have shown the explorers that they can be more than just targets for frustration or wanton destruction. They can belong to the game now with a better purpose. I thank you and hope that you will continue on with your work."
"I will!" replied Slider, “The cones will go places they've never been, and I will arrange in places most unexpected. I will do more and more! But, One True Cone, Ma'am, what does happen to the poofed cones? I am so sad for Mini-Gram"
The One True Cone replied, "When my children poof from your world they come to me and share their adventures with all the other cones waiting to rejoin the game. After a time they are returned when they have rested and told the tales of their adventures. My children are eager now to take their places in hopes of giving joy. You are giving my children much to say and much to look forward to if only you will continue. Jr. has told his tale and Mini-Gram has also come to us with the joyous news of your work in the hood. All the others are happy and wanting to play and belong."
And suddenly in the dream, Mimi-Gram appeared at The One True Cone's side. She was giggling and bouncing. "Slider?" she whispered in a quiet voice. "Next time, will you name me George?"
And thus it was that Slider had a goal during this, the Time of the Great Wait. He continued arranging cones and taking them to areas they had not been and arranged them in the most unexpected places. And that is Slider’s destiny.
(to see what slider has accomplished go to the UO forums)
