Medievia Mudslinger

June 24, 2002

Foreword

The summer sun shone through the Mudslinger office window. Mank, standing in the brave shaft of light, chittered nervously as Excrucior peered down at him.

"You're certain?" the god asked.

"Chitter," confirmed the imp, shaking his head sadly.

"Not a thing in my inbox?"

"Chitter."

"But that's nearly a week now..." Mank looked up with interest - he'd rarely seen a depressed god before. He began to clean his talons while keeping a surreptitious eye on the god who had his face in his hands.

"Chitter," Mank suggested hopefully.

"No Mank, I'm not letting you write anything for me," Excrucior said firmly. "You're a mob and you know what would happen. I'd have Baenlyr's demanding quills they could hold and all manner of submissions about how they like repopping."

Mank wandered away with a pout. He could be like that, then...


On a more serious note, this is the latest issue of the Medievia Mudslinger. Regular readers will no doubt be wondering why there has been a delay in publications though from the above fictional scene you may have guessed. There has been a paucity, nay - a drought, of submissions to these hallowed pages. The result is a delayed issue.

In order to combat this we have been discussing the editorial guidelines for reviewing submissions and we will be announcing a slight change in policy. This will be mentioned shortly in HELP MUDSLINGER_SUBMIT and announced on CHANGES so keep your eyes peeled.

In the meantime, we have the following articles for your perusal.

Fiction

Poetry

Features

Enjoy - and get writing for us :)

The Mudslinger Staff

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