IC: LadyZaraMarta, LZM, LadyZM....whatever Rod Sterling. Rod Sterling? Rod Sterling! He's been dead for a few years... Could it be? I take the lid of my grande cafe mocha from Starbucks and peer into the steaming cup and sniff. Smells the same. Could this be the result of the extra whip cream I requested? Am I becoming delusional? Too much caffine? Replacing the lid I take a sip. Tastes the same. Divine. I was at my computer, cafe mocha in one hand, the other paging down to see what's happening in the RPG's. At last the new forum! Fantastic banner! Kalio Dynkos and I can launch our new RPG! Yes! And...and... I am now standing on a dirt road.This is definitely not the coast of England circa 1803 that KD had in mine, neither is it a galaxy far far away. Just ahead a bunch of people mulling about, appearing just as befuddled as myself. We've been selected for some reason, definitely not chosen for best dressed. There's a kid in cute blue fuzzy slippers, Hulk boxers...another in a Colorado Avs jersey...and I'm wearing my 'DarthMickey' T. We are definitely not on Mr. Blackwell's 10 Best Dressed List...and oh yes...one REALLY TALL guy! Perhaps they know what the heck is going on. "Hello fellows! Anyone know what is going on? What reality is this?...And did I really see Rod Sterling who has been dead for the past...eh....30 years?" TAG: Anyone!