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Tuesday, 3 May, 2005

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\| \| ----- -----\| \| \| \|-- \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \|---- \| \| -------- \| \| \| \| \| \| .\|P\| \| \| \| --- ---- \|.@.\| \| \| \| ---.------- ----- \| -\| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| The green 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. touches you! Yuck! You are turning a little green. @ "Oh no!"	\| \| ----- -----\| \| \| \|-- \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \|---- \| \| -------- \| \| \| \| \| \| .\|P\| \| \| \| --- ---- \|.@.\| \| \| \| ---.------- ----- \| -\| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| Your limbs are getting oozy. @ "I hope this is 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!" Zap!	\| \| ----- -----\| \| \| \|-- \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \|---- \| \| -------- \| \| \| \| \| \| \|I\| \| \| \| --- ---- \| P \| \| \| \| --- ------- ----- \| -\| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| You turn into a green 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.! It touches you! You are unaffected. P "For once irony is on my side!"
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