MUDs, MUSHs, MUCKs, MOOs?

“ummmm.... no.”

“does your Johnny Walker Red talk to you, too?”

“lol.. hey.. it was fun.. just don't do it no more.

Mostly writers and stuff.. who have a penchant for fantasy/intrique.”

“I never did MUDs and stuff on line. Back in the day we used dice, books, and maps. Loved D and D and some of the Middle Earth stuff. Anyone ever see Gary Gygax’s last game called Mythus?”

“Nigal: exactly.. :).. I knew someone would know what I was talking about.”

“The east wing of this strange stone cottage. An alchemist laboratory, full of arcane glassware -- bubbling with colorful liquids. Lying against the wall, and hanging nearby -- you gaze upon several dried plants -- tagged with names like monkshood, wolfsbane, hemlock, hyoscyamus and thorn apple. Interesting aromas fill the air, most of which seem completely unidentifiable. To your right stands a massive bookcase, filled completely with volumes of text and reference -- most of which are extremely dusty. A lone desk occupies the space to your left, cluttered with papers and notes. A quick gaze in their direction reveals nothing much more than runes and ancient cryptic tapestries. Set upon the shelf behind the desk are some half-dozen earthen pots, bearing names like arsenic, mercury and antimony sulfide. One particular container catches your eye -- a skull and crossbones upon it. The word aconitine is scrawled on its side with black ink.”

“I'll bite. Check out the jar with crossed bones on it. Sniff it.

One of the greatest Dm tricks I' ever saw is to discribe to the group that they have come across a white dwarf. Actually the dwarf is a "wight" dwarf. [smack!] There goes two levels thank you very much! They'l be slipping in there own chit to get away!”

“Nigal: the Ehrenberg character was a lot of fun for me.. "A face seems to form within the grey enigma, a gaunt images of skin stretched tight by stress and vigilance. The high cheekbones seem on the verge of cutting through the flesh, adding accent to his eyes -- lost as they are within the hollow caves of his eye-sockets."”

“I'l begin chugging as much water as I can to try and flush the Window Pane from my system. LOL!”

“Nigal: heh.. I never made the official D&D scene.. but I did hang out with a girl for awhile who was into LARP quite a bit.”

“You look about with due surprise. An indoor jungle of sorts, a tangle of palms and plants -- and foliage of every type and kind. Primeval beauty to counter the primeval horror. (But then, what genius does ~not~ exploit dichotomy?) You nearly smile. A large spring-fed pool is in the far corner of this southeast room of this strange stone cottage. It bubbles and gurgles, but pleasantly so -- and several animal skins and soft furs are invitingly placed and piled close by. You look to your right to see a proper sitting area of a few chairs, built of coarse rattan. The air is thick and damp -- no doubt the result of the warm waters meeting the cool air.”

“Yup. I used to RP all the time. I wrote quite a bit of it too.

LARPers are freaks. Hell, all of us were freaks. It was fun though.”

“Warm light and jasmine-scented air enfolds you as you enter a spacious bedchamber. The walls are smooth ebony stone, rising to the high vaulted ceiling above -- tiny jewels of light sparkle all across its surface. Scattered at eye level, sconces of soft light provide just enough illumination to help make out what lies within the rest of this inviting room. Soft pillows completely cover the floor at the center of this bedchamber, and at the edge of the pile -- a serving tray. Upon it sits a decanter of what appears to be wine, yet the liquid seems almost ~too~ red. (In fact, it borders on the deep crimson color of blood. A soft rustling not unlike silk across skin seems to echo from within this dimly-lit chamber -- and you suddenly wonder if you are truly alone.)”

“i need beer.”

“Darkness as you step into the west room of this stone cottage, the contrast leaving your eyes groping for details. A moment, or perhaps even a minute, your senses becoming aware of a butcher block set to one side, cleavers and knives about -- shackles and chains hanging on a nearby wall, a small fireplace to the other side -- your nose twitching slightly as one perceives the presence of charred wood, embers. A sound perhaps, materializing into nothing as you swing your gaze to one corner, then re-assure yourself that it is the tightness of the confines that bring forth such claustrophobic demons to one's imagination. A iron gate sets flush inside of an opening on the far wall from you.”

“anywayz.. need to get some wrok done here..

laterz.. :)”

“TD, you need to lay off of those mushrooms.”

“Any past (or present) RPer's in
the crowd?"

Boy, did I get lost in this thread. And I thought that I qualified as a RPer by having lived six years in the Republic of Panama.”

“

Aijalon

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“Cough-inhale-Cough-
Rp-what a concept-
"25" hit points?
How about Piers Anthony?”

“Man, our DM never wrote anything close to that good. Although, his artwork was pretty decent.”

“Our DM always tried to work Dr. Who into everything. Way back when we played ONE star trek game with him, and spent most of the time sitting there, smelling the other gamers, listening to him fantasize. HPM actually went through the gaming room with a can of lysol once, the smell was so bad.”

“i think josh man and i played the same games when we were younger.”

“That's why I need a lightweight pack - so I have room for 6 lbs of lead characters and 20 dice. Actually - who ever used those little characters?”

“I’ll never forget the time my brother spent about a whole year DMing my group through a series of modules that culminated with a huge battle with Loth, Queen of the Spiders Demons and Drow Elves. My ranger Malfador stepped up and with one swipe of his vorpal sword whacked her head off. Crit double ought baby! He was so pissed!

Hey, anybody seen my Motly Crue t shirt and my acid washed jeans?”

“hehe... glad to see I found a commmon memory for some of you.”

“Mud is dangerous! I lost many a friend in colledge to lack of sleep and Mud. I never played but really got into Magic cards for awhile.”

“Crit double ought

WOW, I haven't heard that phrase in years!”

“josh, pass that +3 magic herb over here.”

“Hey Sass, ever hear of Redemption ? Very cool and very fun. You get to play cards AND learn bible stuff.”

“i played magic in college, when it was the beta and beginnings of unlimited. i dropped that habit REAL quick. man, that whole scene is loserfest extreme, now. hell, it was loserfest, then, too. "beer'n'girls" was a much more entertaining game.”

“Yeah you are exactly right Rad.

I'm amazed when I see guys I used to game with years ago and they still live with mom and work at the comic book shop.

Dude, you're 34! Time to do something.”

“LOL! I just want to asure you guys I am NOT the typical D & D geek. We were a bunch of beer swillin' married guys who loved gaming. And I don't even dig comic books and Star Treck!”

“no one is the typical d&d geek. *cough* *cough*”

“LOL don't take it personally Nigal!!

As sad as it is I was referring to one particular person that I know out of many that fit that description.

Dude is honestly 34, living with mom, works for minimum wage a comic book shop and wants to be a writer for TSR but all of his ideas are lifted from popular fiction. The worse part is I knew several more like him.

I really enjoyed gaming but I just can't bear to be around the gamers.”

“"I'm amazed when I see guys I used to game with years ago and they still live with mom and work at the comic book shop."


there's a guy around here.. who fits that description also.. scary..

he is like.. well dude.. I am soo GOOD at playstation.. I could go on tour..

and I am like.. uMMm.. so what.”

“The worst is when you try to talk to them and do a little catching up.

I'm talking about marriage, career, politics y'all know, LIFE and these boneheads just want to talk about computer games, star trek, whatever chick was in Playboy this month and RPG games. Oh yes they love to talk about how crappy their job is and how much they want a raise.

Ummm..dude fast food isn't a career, it's a first job.

It's enough to shake your faith in the democratic ideal.”

“Sad but true! As untypical as I am, my old D & D buddy is so typical. 400 lbs. (I’m being kind), lives at home, has NO job (makes pocket change babysittin' his three biracial nieces and nephews), thinks WWF is all that (and laments the day he didn't go to wrasslin' camp), and harps for the days when 2nd and 3rd edition was but a twinkle in TSR's greedy eye! G-d love 'em! I still drop in every once in awhile to let him know I still think of him and care. He has a heart of gold but…COME ON!”

“a heart of GOLD?

hmm.... my thief is dying to get his hands on such an object! LOL!!!!”

“Nigal, whats the point of you mentioning that his nephews and nieces are bi-racial? I mean, where does that come from?”

“Um, because they are? Maybe because I'm a stickler for details? Why, did no one tell them and it's a secret? Why, should they be ashamed of it? It doesn't matter if they are white, black or striped, so why should it matter if I point it out?

Sorry Limp, yer sniffing fer a bigot that ain't their. Now get yer nose outta my balls and go be a good dog.”

“Read your post again when you're not being so defensive.

Never stated (or even infered) that you are a bigot.”

“It's cool Limpy. I was being defensive. Your statement was the typical comment people make when they are about to give a person "the bigot speech". Color makes no difference to me so I don't aviod the issue. It sometimes comes off the other way. And ya just never know, it may be my friend's family that is black and not the deadbeat dads?”

“I wasn't even trying to figure the kids' lineage. LOL.
Or, the dead-beat dad was/is your buddy's brother. Lots of dead-beat dad's families get saddled with their offspring.”

“Somebody please help me out here! I let Sauron talk me into a game of Magic and I haven't got the first foggiest clue what I'm doing here. Advice please!”

“Let me try to steer this back - just saw Lord of the Rings yesterday - that flick does make me want to pull out the 20 sided and give it another go.

Question - did anybody out there ever choose to have a Dwarvin character?”

“Now that is a flashback becuase I played AD&D for about 12 years and I was very much into it.I am not kidding I must of ha a $1000 of books and other stuff.I had a set of real crystal dice that was $100 alone.It was a fun game but I got burned out on it so I gave it up like a bad habit.”

“Coop, I had a dwarvin fighter with a Hammer of Thunderbolts that could smack a Cloud Giant around like a little prison beeacth. My favorite character had to abe my Drow thief acrobat/mage. She used to ride a big black angus bull for a stead and memeorized only prankish cantrips like "defication", "flatulance", "vomit". Nothin' funnier that having the cavalier crap him in his shiney armore in the middle of some impassioned speach about goodness. Should have seen my buddies face when I shave half his barbarian's bear off in the middle of the night! Fun times!”