The clay golem"The original story harks back, so they say, to the sixteenthcentury. Using long-lost formulas from the Kabbala, a rabbi issaid to have made an artificial man -- the so-called Golem -- tohelp ring the bells in the Synagogue and for all kinds of othermenial work."But he hadn't made a full man, and it was animated by some sortof vegetable half-life. What life it had, too, so the storyruns, was only derived from the magic charm placed behind itsteeth each day, that drew down to itself what was known as the`free sidereal strength of the universe.'"One evening, before evening prayers, the rabbi forgot to takethe charm out of the Golem's mouth, and it fell into a frenzy.It raged through the dark streets, smashing everything in itspath, until the rabbi caught up with it, removed the charm, anddestroyed it. Then the Golem collapsed, lifeless. All that wasleft of it was a small clay image, which you can still see inthe Old Synagogue." ... [ The Golem, by Gustav Meyrink ]Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development TeamCopyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn WayersNetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. hits!
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The green slimeThese giant amoeboid creatures look like nothing more thanpuddles of slime, but they both live and move, feeding onmetal or wood as well as the occasional dungeon explorer tosupplement their diet.But we were not on a station platform. We were on the track aheadas the nightmare, plastic column of fetid black iridescence oozedtightly onward through its fifteen-foot sinus, gathering unholyspeed and driving before it a spiral, re-thickening cloud of thepallid abyss vapor. It was a terrible, indescribable thing vasterthan any subway train -- a shapeless congeries of protoplasmicbubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyesforming and unforming as pustules of greenish light all over thetunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the franticpenguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and itskind had swept so evilly free of all litter. [ At the Mountains of Madness, by H.P. Lovecraft ]Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development TeamCopyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn WayersNetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details.