This message hereby begins the first goofy, nameless story board of
the Herpetophile Mailing List.

     November 29th, 1995
     Warminster, Pennsylvania, US of A, PD of Q

     There was a modest covering of snow on the ground when the man came
home from work.  It was an hour long walk, and his sneakers were quite soaked
by the time he approached his driveway, just as the sun was setting.

     "I'm going to get me a bike one of these days, and go with my bad self,"
he muttered as a shadow quickly slid across the ground in the dim sunlight.
Distracted from his trivial problem, he watched as a triangular spacecraft
slowly circled his location, eventually landing roughly in his backyard.
Steam rose from where the warm plastimetallic hull of the ship met the icy
slush.

     As if he was in a dream, or fuelled by some writer's imagination, he
willingly gave himself up to the stunning event before him.  He placed his
backpack to the ground, and approached the ship, just as a side panel opened.
Thick, black smoke billowed from the interior of the vessel, and an odor
of decay permeated the region.  He jumped back a foot in horror as a bloodied,
reptilian claw grasped the edge of the opening.

     The creature slowly crawled from the smoking, sputtering craft, and
collapsed clumsily on the mushy ground.  It was...it looked like a cross
between a human and a Parasaurolophus.  (Editor's note:  I hope I don't have
to spell this out.)  It reached a claw towards the stunned human, speaking
in English, the long-established Universal Language.  "You must stop them,"
he muttered weakly.

     The human raised a brow, and looked down at the creature.  He grabbed
the outstretched claw, and knelt in front of the dying alien.  "Who are Them?"
he asked dimly.

     The alien ignored his sarcastic remark, and removed a pendant from around
his neck.  "Take this, it is all I have left...the fourth-dimensional quantum
lens."  He handed it to the human, who readily accepted and donned the item.

     "Let me guess...this has an effect on everything except that which is
yellow?" the human asked.

     The alien gave the human the intergalactic Moe Eye Poke (tm).  As the
human closed his eyes and winced, he continued.  "It wil allow you to change
the size of anything, including yourself, to an almost limitless degree.
Now, before I pass to the next life, I will restore you to a form you have
long forgotten."

     The human looked down at the pendant, then at the alien, puzzled.

     In a matter of moments, the alien placed a bloody claw on the human's
chest, and the human transformed painfully, with a blood-curdling scream,
into a form much like the alien...an evolved Parasaurolophus, around 8' tall.
"What a rush," the human said, and as he glanced to see if anyone had
witnessed his transformation, he saw two neighbors from across the street
collapse to the ground in a seizure-like fit, as their blood had curdled.

     "You are now the new Dinosorceror, my friend.  Use your new powers and
gifts wisely to fight evil," the alien gurgled as he faded into death.  The
new Dinosorceror shook the alien's shoulders desperately, asking, "Oh,
no...you're not pulling that old 'Greatest American Hero' bit on me, pal!
Tell me what my powers are!"  But it was too late.  The alien died in Dino's
arms.

     Dino took a shovel out from his garage, and buried the withered creature
beneath a mulberry tree.  "Well, despite my urges to conquer the world, I
will honor your trust in me, and fight for good," he said over the grave.
"I just wish I knew who Them were, so I could--"

     BOOM!

     Dino's soliloquy was cut short as the wreckage from the alien's
spacecraft exploded rather violently, tossing him into the side of his
blackened house.  "This hurts," he muttered as he peeled back from the
aluminum siding.  "What a rotten beginning."

* * * * * * * * * * * * M E A N W H I L E . . . * * * * * * * * * * * * *

     The creature turned from the large viewscreen, emanating venom from
every pore.  "If that's the new Dinosorceror, this planet is doomed already."

     "There are others which may threaten your conquest..." one of the
creature's lackeys offered.  "Perhaps you'd best concentrate on--"

     CRACK!

     A bolt of lightning whipped from the creature to his meaningless servant,
atomizing it.  "...eliminating the dead weight around here," he finished.

     But the creature was indeed aware of several more threats to his
dominance of this pitiful planet, and had already turned his attentions to
them...