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Wednesday, 15 August, 2007 by Rosengarten
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f "Hello. I'm Catley. But don't worry, I'm not evil."
You kill the newt(kinds of) small animal, like a lizard, which spends most of
its time in the water.
        [ Oxford's Student's Dictionary of Current English ]

"Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble."
        [ Macbeth, by William Shakespeare ]

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f "As you can see, Wesley is at it again."
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f "I wonder what kind of trouble he's going to get into this time..."
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You have found a    
scrollAnd I was gazing on the surges prone,
With many a scalding tear and many a groan,
When at my feet emerg'd an old man's hand,
Grasping this scroll, and this same slender wand.
I knelt with pain--reached out my hand--had grasp'd
Those treasures--touch'd the knuckles--they unclasp'd--
I caught a finger: but the downward weight
O'erpowered me--it sank. Then 'gan abate
The storm, and through chill aguish gloom outburst
The comfortable sun. I was athirst
To search the book, and in the warming air
Parted its dripping leaves with eager care.
Strange matters did it treat of, and drew on
My soul page after page, till well-nigh won
Into forgetfulness; when, stupefied,
I read these words, and read again, and tried
My eyes against the heavens, and read again.
        [ Endymion, by John Keats ]

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@ "Ooh! Now what do I want to wipe out... um... Oh! I know!"
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"So thou thought tho
couldst kill me..." 
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f "You're on your own this time, buddy."
The RNG hates you.


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Grognor August 18, 2007 21:36
First comment: 4 April, 2007 1161 comments written
Would be a little funny if not so predictable and impossible.
Fathead August 20, 2007 01:20
First comment: 1 April, 2006 1136 comments written
But it's not impossible. At least, if you could genocide Rodney. The scrollAnd I was gazing on the surges prone,
With many a scalding tear and many a groan,
When at my feet emerg'd an old man's hand,
Grasping this scroll, and this same slender wand.
I knelt with pain--reached out my hand--had grasp'd
Those treasures--touch'd the knuckles--they unclasp'd--
I caught a finger: but the downward weight
O'erpowered me--it sank. Then 'gan abate
The storm, and through chill aguish gloom outburst
The comfortable sun. I was athirst
To search the book, and in the warming air
Parted its dripping leaves with eager care.
Strange matters did it treat of, and drew on
My soul page after page, till well-nigh won
Into forgetfulness; when, stupefied,
I read these words, and read again, and tried
My eyes against the heavens, and read again.
        [ Endymion, by John Keats ]

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Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers
NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details.
must have been cursed!
Kerta December 15, 2007 20:33
First comment: 12 December, 2007 72 comments written
Sent in some Rodneys
Xero Storm March 5, 2008 03:10
First comment: 24 February, 2008 32 comments written
In the name of humor, all things are possible.
Dani June 20, 2008 15:58
First comment: 7 June, 2008 39 comments written
"The RNG hates you."

Pure truth.

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