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Spacewarp, v. 5, issue 4, whole no. 28, July 1949

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Timber!
Completely Casual, Crudely Curtailed Commentary

TIMBER this month is sacrificed in order to get Part Seven of the Broadcast into an ish planned without it. # The article on page 17 will be brought up to date next month, since ballots are still coming in. # Next WARP should be in your hands by 1 August. We're back on schedule.

r-tRapp

STF BROADCASTS AGAIN!

PART SEVEN

TWO FIGURES, sinister and furtive, skulked through the darkness bearing murder in what passed for their hearts. Kola and Vogar, the two Daaktan Thought-Men, crept closer to the house, ready to plunge inside. To plunge inside -- and kill!
And inside, pale with fear yet proudly arrogant as ever, the golden-skinned Priestess prepared to depart for the interplanetary thought-field and through it to the citadel of the Master, and possibly...to her doom.
She was giving last-minute instructions to a black-bearded giant who said little, but whose eyes watched the flow of her golden curves.
"And remember, Igor--" she started, and then broke off as the window shattered inward and two fanatical forms waving glittering knives burst towards her!
"Vas this ist?" roared Igor, and tore into them.
Kola's knife was about to sink into the priestess' golden breast when suddenly the blade whirled across the room as Igor grabbed the Thought-Man by the shoulder, wrenched and heaved him aloft, and slammed him, screaming, to the floor. Something cracked sickeningly, and Kola's scream cut off abruptly.
Igor roared again, a sulphurous Teutonic oath that would have stunned a Roman legionnaire. The fanatic high-toned screamings of Vogar were quite drowned out. Vogar was attempting to plunge his knife into the Priestess, but she caught his wrist, and the two locked in struggle for the deadly blade.
Igor reached out a huge paw, caught Vogar by the neck, and pulled him away from the Priestess. He clasped his huge forearms around the Thought-Man's neck, jabbed a knotty knee in the small of his back, and pulled. With a horrible snapping of vertebrae, Vogar died like a rat in a bulldog's jaws. Igor grunted triumphantly, tossed the sickeningly limp body across the room, and swept the trembling Priestess into his arms.
"Ach, what fools, killink mine Priestess to try!" he rumbled, barely winded by the battle.
The Priestess shuddered in remembered terror, and buried her face in his beard. "Th-they were Daaktans!" she quavered, clinging to Igor as if seeking safety within the giant's arms from the evil forces threatening her.
"Vell, dey Daaktans iss no more." he growled, glancing contemptuously at the two corpses. (3)

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Timber! Completely Casual, Crudely Curtailed Commentary TIMBER this month is sacrificed in order to get Part Seven of the Broadcast into an ish planned without it. # The article on page 17 will be brought up to date next month, since ballots are still coming in. # Next WARP should be in your hands by 1 August. We're back on schedule. r-tRapp STF BROADCASTS AGAIN! PART SEVEN TWO FIGURES, sinister and furtive, skulked through the darkness bearing murder in what passed for their hearts. Kola and Vogar, the two Daaktan Thought-Men, crept closer to the house, ready to plunge inside. To plunge inside -- and kill! And inside, pale with fear yet proudly arrogant as ever, the golden-skinned Priestess prepared to depart for the interplanetary thought-field and through it to the citadel of the Master, and possibly...to her doom. She was giving last-minute instructions to a black-bearded giant who said little, but whose eyes watched the flow of her golden curves. "And remember, Igor--" she started, and then broke off as the window shattered inward and two fanatical forms waving glittering knives burst towards her! "Vas this ist?" roared Igor, and tore into them. Kola's knife was about to sink into the priestess' golden breast when suddenly the blade whirled across the room as Igor grabbed the Thought-Man by the shoulder, wrenched and heaved him aloft, and slammed him, screaming, to the floor. Something cracked sickeningly, and Kola's scream cut off abruptly. Igor roared again, a sulphurous Teutonic oath that would have stunned a Roman legionnaire. The fanatic high-toned screamings of Vogar were quite drowned out. Vogar was attempting to plunge his knife into the Priestess, but she caught his wrist, and the two locked in struggle for the deadly blade. Igor reached out a huge paw, caught Vogar by the neck, and pulled him away from the Priestess. He clasped his huge forearms around the Thought-Man's neck, jabbed a knotty knee in the small of his back, and pulled. With a horrible snapping of vertebrae, Vogar died like a rat in a bulldog's jaws. Igor grunted triumphantly, tossed the sickeningly limp body across the room, and swept the trembling Priestess into his arms. "Ach, what fools, killink mine Priestess to try!" he rumbled, barely winded by the battle. The Priestess shuddered in remembered terror, and buried her face in his beard. "Th-they were Daaktans!" she quavered, clinging to Igor as if seeking safety within the giant's arms from the evil forces threatening her. "Vell, dey Daaktans iss no more." he growled, glancing contemptuously at the two corpses. (3)