The Forum Story It was early April. The weather was bleak and rather dismal. Birds called in a seemingly unusual way above an old and worn down building. In a locked cellar beneath the building, two worms were discussing their plan of action. "Cisken has taken the blueprints for the detonator to the Guarn on the Western District. He must be stopped or the world of worms will be nothing but a pleasant memory," spoke one of the worms. He was a smart looking, clean character going by the name of Slick. "You don't understand, to go to the Western District is certain suicide! We will not make twenty miles and you are asking of almost double that. It cannot not be done." This time it was a slightly less so smart worm with what appeared to be a knife lodged in the back of his skull, his name was Splapp. "It can and will! If we do not proceed, we will be erased from the face of this world. We shall pick a small number of others to join us."