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Tuesday, 12 October, 2004 by Dion Nicolaas
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Com013 October 13, 2004 18:44
First comment: 13 October, 2004 2 comments written
I like the sollution of putting an "IQ Test" in front of the submit button to get rid of the posts of people who met a mindflayer.
(I do not mean the people who do not understand the comic, but the people who spam it).

Keep up the good work!
Robert Barber, Tamer of a Digital One October 13, 2004 23:48
First comment: 28 September, 2004 64 comments written
Be careful, some of those scrolls are ?oSpam!
RickoniX October 14, 2004 18:36
First comment: 9 February, 2004 15 comments written
You read the 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 ]

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. You hear the distant chanting of vikings. --more--
Spam falls from the roof. Spam falls from the roof. You die --more--
Do you want your possesions identified?
Robert Barber, Tamer of a Digital One October 14, 2004 22:49
First comment: 28 September, 2004 64 comments written
Where'd you get that idea, RickoniX??
Boronx October 15, 2004 20:16
First comment: 21 July, 2004 12 comments written
I don't like it. People who don't know nethack should still be able to post.
Com013 October 16, 2004 21:42
First comment: 13 October, 2004 2 comments written
Boronx: Did you see what happend when that was still possible? This comic is meaningless to those who do not play Nethack.
Cetra October 17, 2004 19:38
First comment: 28 June, 2004 38 comments written
Robert: You need to watchThese strange creatures live mostly on the surface of the
earth, gathering together in societies of various forms, but
occasionally a stray will descend into the depths and commit
mayhem among the dungeon residents who, naturally, often
resent the intrusion of such beasts. They are capable of
using weapons and magic, and it is even rumored that the
Wizard of Yendor is a member of this species.

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Monty PythonNow the serpent was more subtle than any beast of the field
which the Lord God had made. And he said unto the woman, Yea,
hath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden?
And the woman said unto the serpent, We may eat of the fruit of
the trees of the garden: but of the fruit of the tree which is
in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of
it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die. And the serpent
said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die: for God doth
know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be
opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil. And
when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it
was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one
wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also
unto her husband with her; and he did eat.

And the Lord God said unto the woman, What is this that thou
hast done? And the woman said, The serpent beguiled me, and I
did eat. And the Lord God said unto the serpent, Because thou
hast done this, thou art cursed above all cattle, and above
every beast of the field; upon thy belly shalt thou go, and
dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life: And I will put
enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her
seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel.
        [ Genesis 3:1-6,13-15 ]

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's Flying Circus. It's one of their sketches.
...Unless, of course, you're asking about the why the spam is falling. Can't help you there.
Fathead April 12, 2006 03:33
First comment: 1 April, 2006 1136 comments written
Don't touch that 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 ]

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Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers
NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details.
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Grognor April 7, 2007 04:24
First comment: 4 April, 2007 1161 comments written
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occupied rivers, forests, ponds, etc. A nymph's beauty is
beyond words: an ever-young woman with sleek figure and
long, thick hair, radiant skin and perfect teeth, full lips
and gentle eyes. A nymph's scent is delightful, and her
long robe glows, hemmed with golden threads and embroidered
with rainbow hues of unearthly magnificence. A nymph's
demeanour is graceful and charming, her mind quick and witty.

"Theseus felt her voice pulling him down into fathoms of
sleep.        The song was the skeleton of his dream, and the dream
was full of terror. Demon girls were after him, and a bull-
man was goring him. Everywhere there was blood. There was
pain. There was fear.        But his head was in the nymph's lap
and her musk was about him, her voice weaving the dream. He
knew then that she had been sent to tell him of something
dreadful that was to happen to him later. Her song was a
warning. But she had brought him a new kind of joy, one that
made him see everything differently. The boy, who was to
become a hero, suddenly knew then what most heroes learn
later -- and some too late -- that joy blots suffering and
that the road to nymphs is beset by monsters."
[ The Minotaur by Bernard Evslin ]

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HK June 6, 2007 05:05
First comment: 1 June, 2007 309 comments written
That's a lot of scrolls of mail (including junkmail)!

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