World Watch OnLine: The Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
#  46  (7 June 1998)
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Contents:
Greetings
A note to the masses and the newsletter...
Re: hey hey hey
Re: World Watch OnLine 45 - 31 May 1998
Subscribe
Videojunkie warning
The Shadow: Return of the Demon 

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Greetings,

Third weekend in a row. Not bad, eh? Guess I can let on that I've made a
commitment to myself (and, by extension, you folks) to send out something
every weekend, to help build up the conversational aspect of the List.

Probably means that some issues (like this one) will be fairly short, but
that's okay by me. Hope it is by you, too. If nothing else, it makes more
room for fanfic, so feel free to send more in.

Have a good week.
ArcLight

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Subj:	 A note to the masses and the newsletter...
Date:	98-06-01 15:43:41 EDT
From:	caradwen@technicon.com (Caradwen von Braskat)

Hello all.

Since I have now received two peices of private email inquiring about
the BB items I have that I mentioned in my "hello" message, I wish to
put this out as a carification.

In no way am I currently interested in selling or giving away any part
of my collection. I am sorry for any confusion that my poor choice of
words has caused. I would be more than happy to make copies of the old
newsletters for people (perhaps we can set up a trade arrangement, who
knows?).

I hope this makes everything a bit clearer than mud.

Best to all!

BBI Sabre

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Subj:	 Re: hey hey hey
Date:	98-06-01 18:46:41 EDT
From:	jhands@juno.com (Jason P Hands)

hey i just caught the last wwone list i saw that that girl with the
letter about the yogi berra  please put this in the next letter arclight:


	as i am of buddist religion, i have many books of the subject,
and i have one of famous lines and lines told from famous people. well
yogi berra was known 4 his wise zen sayings, he was most known 4 " how
can u think when trying to hit ", i never blame myself when i'm not
hitting. i just blame the bat and if it keeps up i change bats...after
all, if i know it isn't my fault that i'm not hitting, how  can i get mad
at myself ", " in baseball u don't know nothing". thos r just some of
some sayings and just some the sayings said from berra. thank you and
thank me.
	" ZEN IS SIMPLY A CRYING VOICE SAYING, " WAKE UP, WAKE UP."
	" IT IS BETTER WANTING SIMPLE THAN SIMPLE WANTING BETTER"
			-chevylevy
from then to here,
mr.suits(chevlevy),
stay rude stay blue

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Subj:	 Re: World Watch OnLine 45 - 31 May 1998
Date:	98-06-02 00:30:22 EDT
From:	thehassans@geocities.com (A. Zimlich)
To:	WWatchOne@aol.com

"No matter where you go, there we are."

That is the new slogan for Nations Bank..

Coincidence?? Nahhh!


Aaron Zimlich
http://come.to/the.hassans

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Subj:	 Subscribe
Date:	98-06-04 18:59:10 EDT
From:	ctorres@aw.sgi.com (Chon Torres)
Sender:	ctorres@aw.sgi.com

Hi:

Last weekend my entire family watched the aging Video Treasures copy of
Buckaroo Bansai. The words had become garbled, but that didn't matter, we
knew them all. Strange, thinking that this tape would die and maybe be lost
forever. What would motivate my yet-to-be-born child to pursue a life of
science and exploration if they could not have Buckaroo as a model? 

1986. Can you imagine what I was like then... then... then...

A sophomore in high school, some friends rented a tape, handed it to me,
and said I had to watch it. What kind of people rent tapes and then tell
you to watch it (and return it, I might add)??? Little did I know...

Within minutes my brother, sisters, dad, and myself were hooked and 12
years later, random Banzai-isms frequent each family gathering and
occasionally into my dad's sermons (he's a pastor). That's about it - I'm
anxiously awaiting the first digest to see what is discussed!

so what, big deal,
-Chon
-- 
Chon Torres                                ctorres@aw.sgi.com
Alias|Wavefront, Santa Barbara             805.884.7833

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Subj:	 Videojunkie warning
Date:	98-06-05 00:51:19 EDT
From:	jmathrus@us.oracle.com (Jim Mathrusse)
Reply-to:	jmathrus@us.oracle.com

I must tell you that I went ahead and ordered a copy of BB-Letterbox
from Tom Simmons at Video Junkie.  The copy arrived, and it is really
terrible, grainy, and muffled.  I really could have taped it more
clearly
from TV.  The image is letterboxed with time codes below the image, and
the sound and image quality is extremely poor (ala bootleg).
I called Tom directly to try to patch this up, but he's a bigger jerk
on the phone that he is on e-mail.  Still, I think that he sold me a
bootleg copy of the workprint, with the "extra scenes"...and the quality
of the print just SUCKS.  He insists that it's a valuable "genuine"
workprint,
and treats any other opinion like that of an idiot.
Since Video Junkie has a "no refunds, <bleep!> off" policy, I'd be happy to
sell my copy of this workprint bootleg to anybody interested for 23
bucks cash.
My point for writing to you is as an FYI; when I stated my findings to
Tom at VJ, he wrote back a flame-mail note with several personal
insults, generally trashing me for asking for another, better condition
copy.!!!  This is unbelievable.
Free advice:  DON'T BUY FROM VIDEOJUNKIE.  If you've ever dealt with
anyone who feels that they know all,  and you like to be insulted...you
must
have already experienced Tom at Videojunkie.  No refunds, no brains.
Jim

** Yes, I <bleep!>ed Jim's post. Sorry, Jim. While I realize I don't have
anything (yet) regarding language in the welcome letter most got, I do like
to keep the posts safely PG. Fanfic can go past that barrier with proper
warnings/disclaimers, as long as it's not hardcore adult stuff. 

As far as the tape Jim got...well, that most definately is the bootleg
of the workprint that's been circulated for years, and the quality of Jim's
tape is about as good as it gets. There is *no* "letterboxed director's cut"
of the film out there (yet). Just re-packaged dupes of this workprint.
No excuse for the lousy customer service, though. - ArcLight ** 

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** Quick and dirty disclaimers: 
"The Shadow" related characters and concepts TM and (C)  Advance Magazine Publishers, Inc.
"Buckaroo Banzai" related characters and concepts TM and (C) General Bank,
Nederland (unless it's changed hands yet again)
(Hey, Greg...you owe me one, bud.  <g>)

No money is being made off this. It's simply a labor of love on
the part of a fan. Full disclaimers should appear with next installment. 
Oh...and I suppose it's a PG/PG-13 for some mild profanity. - ArcLight **

The Shadow: Return of the Demon 
By Greg Pizzino

                                                      Chapter Three

	"EVLYN SADE," The Shadow called, "EVLYN SADE, I COMMAND YOU, SPEAK!"	
	"mmmmm," came a gagged voice from the back of the hangar.
	"YOU MEN KIDNAPPED AN INNOCENT GIRL, NOW YOU SHALL MEET WITH JUSTICE, THE FINAL JUSTICE OF... THE SHADOW HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HA !"
	Now the abductors we're really beginning to get scared, they all began firing in every direction hoping to hit the unseen voice that was the Shadow.  Soon, the gunfire died as they each in turn ran out of ammunition.  Suddenly, two .45's blazed out of the darkness sending the men scurrying in all directions.  The guns continued to spit heated justice until finally, the lights came back on.  
	"EVLYN SADE, I HAVE COME FOR YOU, YOU ARE NOW FREE," came the reassuring voice of the Shadow.  Evlyn suddenly found herself unbound, ungagged, and the blindfold taken from her eyes.  Looking around, she wished that the blindfold remained, for everywhere lay the bloody corpses of the dead, the last bits of life oozing out of them.  She tried to tell herself that they were not simply the dead but also the guilty, but even she couldn't believe that they deserved this.  
	"Shadow," she said, "Why have you killed these men Shadow?"
	"ALL THOSE WHO WOULD EAT OF THE WEED OF CRIME MUST SOME DAY MEET THE FINAL JUSTICE OF THE SHADOW," the unseen voice replied.
	"But the Shadow is just a myth, you are not real, who are you?"
	"YOU MUST FIRST SWEAR NEVER TO SHARE THIS INFORMATION WITH ANOTHER SOUL OR YOU TOO SHALL FEEL MY WRATH."
	"I swear to it Shadow, now please, show yourself."  Directly in front of her appeared the familiar form of Azrael Praetor.  "Azrael, how, oh no, you did it didn't you, he's gotten to you now."
	"Who has," Azrael asked, "Who's gotten to me too?"
	"WRATH GET OUT OF HIS BODY YOU UNHOLY BASTARD"  Azrael's eyes began to glow red once again as Wrath took over control of his body.  
	"THIS BODY IS MINE, AZRAEL SIGNED THE CONTRACT, THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO THIS TIME," Wrath hissed.
	"Azrael, Azrael come back, retake control of the body," Evlyn pleaded.  Azrael's eyes began to die down.  
	"Evlyn, what's going on," Azrael asked, this time in his own voice.
	"Azrael why, why did you make a deal with that demon, how could you sell him your body?"
	"I had to, I didn't have the means to rescue you.  It was my only choice.  But what do you know of all this, I never told you what happened?"
	"Because you're not the first person I've known to have made a deal with him.  When I said my family lived in England but had roots all over the world I didn't tell you the entire story.  As a child, I grew up in a mystic city in the far East known as Shamballa.  It was a beautiful place full of wonders the likes of which western man has never imagined.  It's citizens are dedicated to the endless pursuit of justice and are trained for that purpose from their births.  After what you know as the second world war, a man from the west, Kent Allard, found the hidden city.  He too had made a deal with the demon Wrath in order to destroy the enemies of his nation.  That's when he found Shamballa.  The Marpa Tulku there realized the danger Wrath posed to both Allard and to those around him.  If it went uncontrolled, Allard would not only destroy his enemies but also his loved ones and anyone else who got in his way.  But the Marpa Tulku was wise in such matters and offered Allard a way to control the demon and avoid madness.  He trained the westerner in the ways of the Shamballa and taught him to control the darkness within him that was Wrath.  He was given a silver girisol ring with a fire opal in its centre.  It allowed him to call upon the demon's powers without the demon itself being in control until a permanent solution could be found and Wrath could be exorcised from him forever.  Allard then left the city and went back to the land of his birth where he became the original Shadow.  Decades later he returned to the city half maddened from the power in hopes a solution had been found.  It was then that he met my grandmother, princess of Shamballa and next in line to rule.  The two married and had a son whom the father intended to train in the ways of the Shamballa warrior as well, but before he could, disaster struck.  The Tulku had thought he had found a solution, but when the exorcism was attempted, Wrath refused to give up the body.  In the end, Allard died and Wrath was permanently put into the girisol which was then made into the pivot point for the head of the idol which you used to set him free."
	"But where do you come in, I mean how did you end up in England with your family? What happened to the city? Is the Tulku still around? Can he help m.."
	"Let me finish.  Allard's son was educated in the ways of Shamballa warriors as well as in how to rule the city, but once again, disaster struck.  The city was attacked by Shiwan Kahn, the Shadow's most ruthless enemy, who had not been aware of his demise.  The warriors of Shamballa were taken by surprise by Kahn's army and the city was taken over.  My grandmother was killed in the initial attacks but my father and several others managed to escape.  Their names were changed to protect them from Kahn and they emigrated to England.  The rest of the survivors were scattered over the world and told to keep watch for the next to take the power of Wrath and to convince him to become the Shadow of old.  Once I was born I too was educated in the ways of the Shamballa and told to keep watch as well.  I always hoped that I would never be the one to find him.  Now I must educate you myself for the Tulku is still held prisoner in Shamballa.  
	"But if your father was next in line then why did Wrath tell me that they were after you as next in line unless..."
	"Oh god no, they've already gotten them, they've gotten my whole family.  Azrael you've got to help me.  I can't let them keep control any longer.  My people are prisoners, my city is pillaged, my family is dead.  The people of Shamballa need a hero, Azrael Praetor, they need a savior, they need the Shadow."
	"All right, I'm in, but first you need to train me, I must know how to control Wrath and keep myself from going mad."
	"Yes of course.  Get the idol, we must get the girisol out so that you may keep control of yourself."  The two of them walked out to Azrael's car and grabbed the Idol which had finally stopped glowing.  Taking the idol, Evlyn smashed it upon the ground.  From the pieces glinted a small piece of silver.  Picking it up, Azrael could see that it was a ring, perfectly sized, with a blood red stone in the center and a symbol on both sides.  "What do the symbols mean," he asked.
	"They're the Symbols of our culture for the light and the dark, the good and the evil, sound familiar," Evlyn snapped.
	"OK, so it represents me," Azrael replied edgily as he put on the ring, "don't jump all over me."
	"Sorry love, but how would you act if you just found out that everything that ever meant anything to you had been destroyed?"
	"Not everything."
	"What do you mean?"
	"I'm still here."

                                               Chapter Four  

	"Now," Evlyn said, "We're going to have to get you the proper attire.  But first we'll have to get to one of the safe houses set up by my parents in case such an emergency ever arose.  It's just a few miles north of here."  
	The two called up the highway patrol at a gas station and told them what had happened, or at least most of it, and where to find the abductors, and then went on to the safe house.  Evlyn began working on costuming for Azrael.
	"All right, now the old Shadow wore something like this," Evlyn said holding up a rough sketch, "that was fine for his time but you're going to need something a little more sleek and manageable with easier maneuverability.  Something like... this."  Evlyn held up a second picture of a much more modern Shadow.  Instead of a topcoat and cloak he wore a black leather trenchcoat and black shirt and pants.  In place of the Shadow's red scarf was a rubber like red elastic mask which covered all of his face below the nose.  Finally, instead of black dress style shoes were black combat boots.    
	"Rock on Ev, now what about these powers, exactly what are they?"
	"Well, to start with, you can cloud the minds of men so that they can not see you.  Second, you have some mild hypnotic powers and can force people to tell you the truth about whatever you ask of them.  When you become the Shadow, your voice and facial features become somewhat distorted."
	"All right, well, lets get to work on the costume then."  After several hours and a few trips here and there, Azrael finally began to look properly dressed for one picking up the mantle of the Shadow.  Now all that was left was to make a raid upon the city of Shamballa.  
	"So how do we get to this mystic lost city anyway," Azrael asked.
	"I'm not sure, I've never been there.  The only one in my family who had was my father and obviously, he's not going to be of much use to us," Evlyn replied solemnly.
	"What about the other escapees, surely one of them knows where the city lies."
	"There was one other, a scientist, who tried to set up a network between those who escaped in case something like this happened.  His name was Masado Banzai, however he died at the hands of a master criminal named Hanoi Xan."
	"I've heard of him, he perished in that jetcar experiment years ago.  Wait, what about his son, the one who finished the experiment a few years back?"
	"You mean that rockstar brainsurgeon comicbook guy who runs the Banzai institute?"
	"Yeah, Buckaroo Banzai!"
	"The guy's famous, we'd never get in to see him much less get him to help us."
	"What choice do we have?  Besides, when he finds out who you are, when we tell him that I'm the Shadow there's no way he'll be able to turn us down.  Remember, Shamballa was his father's home too."
	"Well then, I guess it's off to the Banzai Institute."  

                                                   END OF PART ONE

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