Right, what is all this, then...

  Recently, I was cleaning out my harddrive, tossing old and obsolete files and archives in order to make room, and allowing me to optimize a bit. There were a number of archives in Stuffit format on it (a Mac compression format), most of them containing garbage from past desperate attempts to squeeze another meg of two out of an overstuffed drive by the simple expedient of stuffing _everything_.

  As I was opening, checking, closing and tossing, I ran into one archive...

  Several text files, a few old-style PhotoShop TIFF files and a LOT of old Illustrator 88 format EPS files showed up in the listing of that somewhat hefty archive. I pulled a few, and checked them.

  Back in mid-'88, I was contacted by a guy name Tim on one of the semi-local  BBs I frequented. He had heard tales of the Great Poodles From Hell Massacree (another long tale in and of itself), and seemed mighty anxious for me to read some stuff he had written.  I agreed to read the things after he practically drooled on my feet in mail.  Thereafter, for the next few days, I started finding very large text files in my personal mail space there every time I logged on...

  Mall was originally twelve sections of extreme delving into personal fantasy, the two sections surviving that I've included being the _smallest_ of the lot. There were also a large number of long side-stories in the same setting. They were all _terribly_ written, but grabbed me nevertheless. It was self-consistent, extreme, and simply filled my head with images.

  Until the beginning of '89, I would put aside time on the weekends to pencil roughs, then on slow nights, do two or three EPS graphics using the pencils as guides. I wound up with over 150 of the things- and a few indirectly related as well. I met with Tim twice (I never did find out his last name) in a nearby diner to talk over what we had wrought, he planning on writing more, and discussions of a possible publication surfacing. Yow.

  It was then he dissappeared. I asked around- nobody knew anything. I waited. Nothing. The only lead I have is that there was a fatal car accident involving a Mr. Timothy (something) and a drunk driver that I read about in the local paper. It might've been him, but I can't be sure. Work ended, and they lay on various drives, stored away in digital darkness until now. I'd almost forgotten them completely, and it was almost like seeing them for the first time when I pulled them out. And don't think I wasn't amazed at what I had wrought, thinking to myself what a sick little monkey I'd been back then.

  Right- after a number of people viewed the things I started getting asked; 'Do you still have the text?' The answer is: some of it. After abundant nudging and some thought, I've decided to release the fragments that I still have. No claim of copyright is made, or was, for the matter, so this is essentially in the public domain. I have little worry about it being published or plagarized.

  Call it proof that I'm a sick puppy, and don't mind sharing that sickness. I'm generous.

  You'll find the following files: MallS1.txt, MallS3.txt (the surviving sections of the magnum opus) as well as Mallcatm2.txt, Mallshowtime.text and Malldawgiehoss.txt- fragments of very long side stories set on Mall. This is only a very small bit of the entire thing; the full text weighed in at well over 40 megs of raw ASCII originally.  Tim might not have been a great writer, but he was very prolific.

  I do have mild suspicions that some of the side stories were either plagarized, or he'd been taking lessons: they almost read well, and were a distinct change in style, as well as spelled better and containing better grammar. I did do some minor rewriting, editing to make the less coherent sections at least minimally readable and spelled properly, but it's generally all Tim's writing as passed on to me.

  Be warned: this is fantasy of a highly sexual nature, and about as explicit as it gets. It's also terribly written, and will never win a Pulitzer. However, it seems to strike sparks in most people that read it. Delving into personal fantasy sometimes has that effect, and Tim seems to have managed to put at least some small bit in for just about anyone. Others seem to agree with me- about it being terrible writing and strong stuff, that is.

  Anywho, as to any warranty- your milage might vary, and this is released with no guarantee that you won't either be made ill or fascinated.  Enjoy or not as is your wont- and you have been warned! Mwhahahaha! - Doug