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>That fool, Writer-With-Integrity.  However, he was killed off quite
>a while ago, it seems (although it's been rumored that his spirit
>still lurks in various independents and even the rare mainstream),
>so we're not sure if he could still do this.     :)

Lost Cause Boy wandered around.  Since Fuzzy was introducing some other
newcomer, and since the guy on monitor duty had taken off, he was on his
own to explore this brave new news.world.  His prodigal strength enabled
him to maintain the burden of the long dead comics that he loved and so
ferverently clung to, the pile growing even larger as he walked along.
(Issue by issue of Justice Society, GL Mosaic and Morrison's Doom Patrol
flew into his pack, and yet, his strength persisted.)

As he passed near the access to alt.flame and alt.flame.spelling, he winced
at the flash of fires coming out.
"I must be near Fire-Proo Lad's quarters."
Yet such was Lost Cause Boy's power not to be taken aback by anything.  He
was a juggernaught in the name of lost comics, as unstoppable as his favorite
characters and storylines were stoppable.  Only his faith kept him going,
despite the fact that he now looked like Daffy Duck after Elmer loosed both
barrels on him.

He passed by the monument of Writer with Integrity and blanched, throwing
down his collection.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!  NOT YOU!  YOU CANNOT BE GONE!!!"

Lost Cause Boy dropped to his knees, waiting for some other LNH writer
to come along and input him into a mighty adventure, such as searching
for the traitor, or finding out the rumors of writer-with-integrity is true
or not. (Hint, hint.)

Douglas P. Wojtowicz.