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Violist	December 20, 2004 07:50
First comment: 25 June, 2004	206 comments written
He needs a sink or a fountainRest! This little Fountain runs Thus for aye: -- It never stays For the look of summer suns, Nor the cold of winter days. Whose'er shall wander near, When the Syrian heat is worst, Let him hither come, nor fear Lest he may not slake his thirst: He will find this little river Running still, as bright as ever. Let him drink, and onward hie, Bearing but in thought, that I, Erotas, bade the Naiad fall, And thank the great god Pan for all! [ For a Fountain, by Bryan Waller Procter ] 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., I'd guess... also a potionPOTABLE, n. Suitable for drinking. Water is said to be potable; indeed, some declare it our natural beverage, although even they find it palatable only when suffering from the recurrent disorder known as thirst, for which it is a medicine. Upon nothing has so great and diligent ingenuity been brought to bear in all ages and in all countries, except the most uncivilized, as upon the invention of substitutes for water. To hold that this general aversion to that liquid has no basis in the preservative instinct of the race is to be unscientific -- and without science we are as the snakes and toads. [ The Devil's Dictionary, by Ambrose Bierce ] 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 shampoo, perhaps some soap.. and my question is 'Which character represents a pool of waterDay after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink. [ The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge ] 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. or a moat or a pool of lava?' Such an intriguing coincidence.
Irashta	December 20, 2004 17:52
First comment: 19 December, 2004	5 comments written
quite intriguing indede. BTW, would jumping into a pool of lava cure stoneing, by melting the stone, simaller to using a wand of'Saruman!' he cried, and his voice grew in power and authority. 'Behold, I am not Gandalf the Grey, whom you betrayed. I am Gandalf the White, who has returned from death. You have no colour now, and I cast you from the order and from the Council.' He raised his hand, and spoke slowly in a clear cold voice. 'Saruman, your staff is broken.' There was a crack, and the staff split asunder in Saruman's hand, and the head of it fell down at Gandalf's feet. 'Go!' said Gandalf. With a cry Saruman fell back and crawled away. [ The Two Towers, 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. fire to burn slimeThese giant amoeboid creatures look like nothing more than puddles of slime, but they both live and move, feeding on metal or wood as well as the occasional dungeon explorer to supplement their diet. But we were not on a station platform. We were on the track ahead as the nightmare, plastic column of fetid black iridescence oozed tightly onward through its fifteen-foot sinus, gathering unholy speed and driving before it a spiral, re-thickening cloud of the pallid abyss vapor. It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train -- a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and unforming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind 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 Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. away?
Daverd	December 20, 2004 18:06
First comment: 18 August, 2004	26 comments written
Way to spoil the slimeThese giant amoeboid creatures look like nothing more than puddles of slime, but they both live and move, feeding on metal or wood as well as the occasional dungeon explorer to supplement their diet. But we were not on a station platform. We were on the track ahead as the nightmare, plastic column of fetid black iridescence oozed tightly onward through its fifteen-foot sinus, gathering unholy speed and driving before it a spiral, re-thickening cloud of the pallid abyss vapor. It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train -- a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and unforming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind 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 Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. thing for me, Irashta.
Schnee	December 20, 2004 20:44
First comment: 10 November, 2004	76 comments written
I don't think taking showers counts as a bodily function. He's probably thinking of something else (although a fountainRest! This little Fountain runs Thus for aye: -- It never stays For the look of summer suns, Nor the cold of winter days. Whose'er shall wander near, When the Syrian heat is worst, Let him hither come, nor fear Lest he may not slake his thirst: He will find this little river Running still, as bright as ever. Let him drink, and onward hie, Bearing but in thought, that I, Erotas, bade the Naiad fall, And thank the great god Pan for all! [ For a Fountain, by Bryan Waller Procter ] 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. or sink might still be helpful).
Violist	December 22, 2004 20:23
First comment: 25 June, 2004	206 comments written
Sorry Daverd, we'll let you discover some other instadeath preventions by yourself :)
Beowulf	January 11, 2005 18:11
First comment: 8 January, 2005	114 comments written
Funny, my question is "Which character represents a fountainRest! This little Fountain runs Thus for aye: -- It never stays For the look of summer suns, Nor the cold of winter days. Whose'er shall wander near, When the Syrian heat is worst, Let him hither come, nor fear Lest he may not slake his thirst: He will find this little river Running still, as bright as ever. Let him drink, and onward hie, Bearing but in thought, that I, Erotas, bade the Naiad fall, And thank the great god Pan for all! [ For a Fountain, by Bryan Waller Procter ] 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.?" Another coincidence. (or not)
Fathead	April 13, 2006 01:56
First comment: 1 April, 2006	1136 comments written
A submission to alt.humor.puns !
Grognor	April 28, 2007 01:03
First comment: 4 April, 2007	1161 comments written
Ha.
HK	June 20, 2007 18:27
First comment: 1 June, 2007	309 comments written
I got 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. (not fountainRest! This little Fountain runs Thus for aye: -- It never stays For the look of summer suns, Nor the cold of winter days. Whose'er shall wander near, When the Syrian heat is worst, Let him hither come, nor fear Lest he may not slake his thirst: He will find this little river Running still, as bright as ever. Let him drink, and onward hie, Bearing but in thought, that I, Erotas, bade the Naiad fall, And thank the great god Pan for all! [ For a Fountain, by Bryan Waller Procter ] 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. or pool) question.
TK	August 12, 2007 17:54
First comment: 11 August, 2007	69 comments written
I bet the trap is a pitAmid the thought of the fiery destruction that impended, the idea of the coolness of the well came over my soul like balm. I rushed to its deadly brink. I threw my straining vision below. The glare from the enkindled roof illumined its inmost recesses. Yet, for a wild moment, did my spirit refuse to comprehend the meaning of what I saw. At length it forced -- it wrestled its way into my soul -- it burned itself in upon my shuddering reason. Oh! for a voice to speak! -- oh! horror! -- oh! any horror but this! [ The Pit and the Pendulum, by Edgar Allan Poe ] 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., useful for disposing of the products of certain bodily functions...
Grognor	October 11, 2007 00:04
First comment: 4 April, 2007	1161 comments written
better yet, a hole!

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