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The Hero: Dr. Colon Rots
Title: The Return of Colon Rots
Theme: In which Dr. Rots collides with a delusion...

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Chapter By Good morning! For HIN 2, I'm Ekristheh Akanora
Sunday, April 14, 2002 at 03:15:08

Fleetwood Mac's "Never Going Back Again" tinkled lightly from the car radio as Dr. Colon Rots pulled out of the driveway. Another day, another green, blue, electric yellow million dollars for the worker of wonders on his mission of rescue. Yes, he was back in the saddle after a brief "vacation", now ready to continue fighting his neverending battle for singlethood for all. He pulled onto the Innerstate, whistling off-key. Today, he would be seeing a number of clients, including the enigmatic Sherry, who was proving peculiarly resistant to his persuasion that she give up her delusions. Preoccupied with thoughts of Sherry's persistent proclivities, he didn't quite notice when the bouncy '70s yuppie theme slowed, darkened, slid into a gritty syrup of turn-of-the-century grunge guitar, and Lindsey Buckingham's twitter gave way to the compelling, smoky growl of Rob Thomas...
or was it..

Chapter By Tavam
Thursday, April 25, 2002 at 17:36:58
The sky slowly clouded over as he drove. And if he'd been paying attention, Dr. Rots would have realized that he was listening to a cover song, not something that ever should have been on commercial radio. But he was neither a music conniseur, nor inclined to care for the finer details of his surroundings. And that was why, when the bike came barrelling up on his left and cut him off, he...

Chapter By Andy (Aaaaa I hate being sick)
Wednesday, May 15, 2002 at 14:09:26
braked sharply, but didn't notice the distinctly alien appearance of either the exquisitely streamlined bike or its rider...

Chapter By Jeren 'n Tav
Saturday, May 25, 2002 at 23:31:10
"Now where is that... address?" he muttered, fumbling around on the car seat for the card with Sherry's address. No matter how many times he visited the poor deluded woman, he could never keep the address in his head. Strange, that, since he usually had an impeccable memory for details. But then there was a great deal strange about Sherry. "Ah-ha!" he exclaimed as he hauled the card free of a pile of paper. Holding it up level with the dash, he glanced at it, then out at the street. There was something wrong with the signs in this part of town, though he couldn't quite pin it down. Shaking his head, he found his exit and turned down the surprisingly dim and gritty street....

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