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Friday, 18 April, 2008

by Nameless

-------- \|......+### -- ####+......\| # \| \|..D...\| ##+ \|.%)...\| \| \|.[_)%.\| -- \|..@...+## -------- ###' @ "Just a few more sacs should get me crowned ..."	-------- \|......+### -- ####+......\| # \| \|..D...\| ##+ \|.%)...\| \| \|.[_)%.\| -- \|..@...+## -------- ###' @ "Come on, get onto the altarAltars are of three types: 1. In Temples. These are for Sacrifices [...]. The stone top will have grooves for blood, and the whole will be covered with _dry brown stains of a troubling kind_ from former Sacrifices. [ The Tough Guide to Fantasyland, by Diana Wynne Jones ] To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his gods? [ Lays of Ancient Rome, by Thomas B. Macaulay ] 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. already! Stupid dragonIn the West the dragon was the natural enemy of man. Although preferring to live in bleak and desolate regions, whenever it was seen among men it left in its wake a trail of destruction and disease. Yet any attempt to slay this beast was a perilous undertaking. For the dragon's assailant had to contend not only with clouds of sulphurous fumes pouring from its fire breathing nostrils, but also with the thrashings of its tail, the most deadly part of its serpent-like body. [ Mythical Beasts by Deirdre Headon (The Leprechaun Library) ] "One whom the dragons will speak with," he said, "that is a dragonlord, or at least that is the center of the matter. It's not a trick of mastering the dragons, as most people think. Dragons have no masters. The question is always the same, with a dragon: will he talk to you or will he eat you? If you can count upon his doing the former, and not doing the latter, why then you're a dragonlord." [ The Tombs of Atuan, by Ursula K. Le Guin ] 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.."	-------- \|......+### -- ####+......\| # \| \|..D...\| ##+ \|.%)...\| \| \|.[_)%.\| -- \|..@...+## -------- ###' @ "... Great. It's locked up again. Useless computer. sigh"	-------- \|......+### -- ####+......\| # \| \|..D...\| ##+ \|.%)...\| \| \|.[_)%.\| -- \|..@...+## -------- ###' @ "Darling! Do we have any holy water"We want a word with you," said Ligur (in a tone of voice intended to imply that "word" was synonymous with "horrifically painful eternity"), and the squat demon pushed open the office door. The bucket teetered, then fell neatly on Ligur's head. Drop a lump of sodium in water. Watch it flame and burn and spin around crazily, flaring and sputtering. This was like that, just nastier. The demon peeled and flared and flickered. Oily brown smoke oozed from it, and it screamed and it screamed and it screamed. Then it crumpled, folded in on itself, and what was left lay glistening on the burnt and blackened circle of carpet, looking like a handful of mashed slugs. "Hi," said Crowley to Hastur, who had been walking behind Ligur, and had unfortunately not been so much as splashed. There are some things that are unthinkable; there are some depths that not even demons would believe other demons would stoop to. ". . . Holy water. You bastard," said Hastur. "You complete _bastard_. He hadn't never done nothing to _you_." "Yet," corrected Crowley. [ Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett ] 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.?"
-------- \|......+### -- ####+......\| # \| \|..D...\| ##+ \|.%)...\| \| \|.[_)%.\| -- \|..@...+## -------- ###' A "Yeah, there's some in the fridge!" @ "Okay, thanks!"	-------- \|......+### -- ####+......\| # \| \|..D...\| ##+ \|.%)...\| \| \|.[_)%.\| -- \|..@...+## -------- ###' #dip A "... Did you say holy 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.?"	asse8c8r4e5t83emge #sWs_aMgsedngy0a3y aOSugdn#$&rmgsiauo var#0223g8-q324vFR 007DSfjportA:/5ygsa ",l.'[aper8t4$%aGb #@$%_mnvHGF+94 qvd WQIHYd+#@rdump$s :OIHUMw2548y#MGW@4	Real Life It's not Nethack, either.
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