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Friday, 25 March, 2005

by Irashtar

---------- \|.koGhokD\| #####@.ohCohGo\| \|.kTookkT\| \|.hoDCGGG\| \|.Tokhohh\| ---------- You enter an opulent throneMethought I saw the footsteps of a throne Which mists and vapours from mine eyes did shroud-- Nor view of who might sit thereon allowed; But all the steps and ground about were strown With sights the ruefullest that flesh and bone Ever put on; a miserable crowd, Sick, hale, old, young, who cried before that cloud, "Thou art our king, O Death! to thee we groan." Those steps I clomb; the mists before me gave Smooth way; and I beheld the face of one Sleeping alone within a mossy cave, With her face up to heaven; that seemed to have Pleasing remembrance of a thought foregone; A lovely Beauty in a summer grave! [ Sonnet, by William Wordsworth ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. room! @ "Oh goody!"	---------- \|.%.)[..%\| #####-...%%[).\| \|.).[..%\\| \|.@)..%..\| \|.%%..)[%\| ---------- @ "Grumble. No good chestDantes rapidly cleared away the earth around the chest. Soon the center lock appeared, then the handles at each end, all delicately wrought in the manner of that period when art made precious even the basest of metals. He took the chest by the two handles and tried to lift it, but it was impossible. He tried to open it; it was locked. He inserted the sharp end of his pickaxe between the chest and the lid and pushed down on the handle. The lid creaked, then flew open. Dantes was seized with a sort of giddy fever. He cocked his gun and placed it beside him. The he closed his eyes like a child, opened them and stood dumbfounded. The chest was divided into three compartments. In the first were shining gold coins. In the second, unpolished gold ingots packed in orderly stacks. From the third compartment, which was half full, Dantes picked up handfuls of diamonds, pearls and rubies. As they fell through his fingers in a glittering cascade, they gave forth the sound of hail beating against the windowpanes. [ The Count of Monte Cristo, by Alexandre Dumas ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. goodies!"	---------- \|.%.)[..%\| #####-...%%[).\| \|.).[..%@\| \|.()..%..\| \|.%%..)[%\| ---------- #sit A voice echoes: "By thy Imperious order, Sire..." @ "Hm, Babelfish?"
---------- \|.%.)[..%\| #####-...%%[).\| \|.).[..%@\| \|.()..%..\| \|.%%..)[%\| ---------- No such creature exists in this realm.	---------- \|.%.)[..%\| #####-...%%[).\| \|.).[..%@\| \|.()..%..\| \|.%%..)[%\| ---------- @ "I wonder what that tells about the existince of CromWarily Conan scanned his surroundings, all of his senses alert for signs of possible danger. Off in the distance, he could see the familiar shapes of the Camp of the Duali tribe. Suddenly, the hairs on his neck stand on end as he detects the aura of evil magic in the air. Without thought, he readies his weapon, and mutters under his breath: "By Crom, there will be blood spilt today." [ Conan the Avenger by Robert E. Howard, Bjorn Nyberg, and L. Sprague de Camp ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details.?"	---------- \|.%.)[..%\| #####-...%%[).\| \|.).[..%@\| \|.()..%..\| \|.%%..)[%\| ---------- No such creature exists in this realm. @ "SHUT UP stupid throneMethought I saw the footsteps of a throne Which mists and vapours from mine eyes did shroud-- Nor view of who might sit thereon allowed; But all the steps and ground about were strown With sights the ruefullest that flesh and bone Ever put on; a miserable crowd, Sick, hale, old, young, who cried before that cloud, "Thou art our king, O Death! to thee we groan." Those steps I clomb; the mists before me gave Smooth way; and I beheld the face of one Sleeping alone within a mossy cave, With her face up to heaven; that seemed to have Pleasing remembrance of a thought foregone; A lovely Beauty in a summer grave! [ Sonnet, by William Wordsworth ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details.!"
---------- \|.%.)[..%\| #####-...%%[).\| \|.).[..%@\| \|.()..%..\| \|.%%..)[%\| ---------- Wiped out all thrones. The throneMethought I saw the footsteps of a throne Which mists and vapours from mine eyes did shroud-- Nor view of who might sit thereon allowed; But all the steps and ground about were strown With sights the ruefullest that flesh and bone Ever put on; a miserable crowd, Sick, hale, old, young, who cried before that cloud, "Thou art our king, O Death! to thee we groan." Those steps I clomb; the mists before me gave Smooth way; and I beheld the face of one Sleeping alone within a mossy cave, With her face up to heaven; that seemed to have Pleasing remembrance of a thought foregone; A lovely Beauty in a summer grave! [ Sonnet, by William Wordsworth ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. vanishes in a puff of logic!	---------- \|.%.)[..%\| #####-...%%[).\| \|.).[..%@\| \|.()..%..\| \|.%%..)[%\| ---------- @ "If it did exist, it would prove he existed, proving he doesn't. If it doesn't..."	------------ / REST IN \ / PEACE \ / \ \| Dudley \| \| killed by \| \| overthinking a \| \| paradox \| /\\_/(\/(/\)\//\/\|
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