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CordBar@aol.com	September 1, 2004 01:34
First comment: 6 May, 2004	76 comments written
4 words: Blessed 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 ] 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. of earth
christopher	September 1, 2004 03:31
First comment: 19 August, 2004	2 comments written
LOL! You read the blessed 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 ] 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. of earth. Splat.
Violist	September 1, 2004 07:39
First comment: 25 June, 2004	206 comments written
Bar fight! Someone get the bottles of booze!
RickoniX	September 1, 2004 20:18
First comment: 9 February, 2004	15 comments written
Apply what? You break the bottle of booze on a nearby table --more-- You threaten Jahspar the bartender. Jahspar pulls a shotgun from behind the bar. --more-- The bartender fires at you. Do you want your possesions identified?
CordBar@aol.com	September 2, 2004 15:31
First comment: 6 May, 2004	76 comments written
why "splat", Christopher??
D	September 2, 2004 19:47
First comment: 1 September, 2004	28 comments written
Because a blessed 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 ] 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. of earth would drop boulders on all the squares around him. Thus, his enemies go splat.
Robert Barber, Tamer of a Digital One	September 30, 2004 13:43
First comment: 28 September, 2004	64 comments written
Also, Dudley, if you're fire-resistant with fire-resistant equipment, you may also read a blessed 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 ] 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. of fire.
tracer	June 22, 2005 03:52
First comment: 22 June, 2005	32 comments written
But a blessed 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 ] 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. of Earth would also drop boulders on his faithful "d"! Poor doggie.
Nobody Special	June 25, 2005 19:43
First comment: 8 June, 2005	118 comments written
Obviously, somebody forgot to take off his ring ofThree Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne, In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. [ The Fellowship of the Ring, by J.R.R. Tolkien ] 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. conflict.
Fathead	April 11, 2006 20:17
First comment: 1 April, 2006	1136 comments written
dude, just get the heck out.
Grognor	April 7, 2007 01:57
First comment: 4 April, 2007	1161 comments written
Fathead forgot an important facet about doors and their relationship with diagonals.
HK	June 5, 2007 23:40
First comment: 1 June, 2007	309 comments written
Poor Dudley....
Melnor the Mad	February 22, 2008 10:21
First comment: 19 February, 2008	23 comments written
This made me laugh so hard!
Jetman123	October 23, 2008 23:26
First comment: 23 October, 2008	4 comments written
Everybody was KUNG FU FIGHT-ING!

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