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Wednesday, 17 January, 2007

by Roger Barnett

\|------------------- \|................... \|................... \|...<............... \|...&........P...... \|................... \|................... \|.............>..... -................... & "I think that's enough space dug out. You can summon, puddingThese 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.?"	\|------------------- \|................... \|................... \|...<............... \|...&........P...... \|................... \|................... \|.............>..... -................... P "Of course. I wouldn't be an evil overlord without minions!"	\|------------------- \|................... \|................... \|...<............... \|...&........P...... \|................... \|................... \|.............>..... -................... P "And we've been over this, I'm not a puddingThese 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.. Damned cross-reality symbols."
\|------------------- \|................... \|................... \|...<............... \|...&........P...... \|...&............... \|................... \|.............>..... -................... & "Fine, no need to sulk, puddingThese 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.. Gate in DemonIt is often very hard to discover what any given Demon looks like, apart from a general impression of large size, huge fangs, staring eyes, many limbs, and an odd color; but all accounts agree that Demons are very powerful, very Magic (in a nonhuman manner), and made of some substance that can squeeze through a keyhole yet not be pierced with a Sword. This makes them difficult to deal with, even on the rare occasions when they are friendly. [ The Tough Guide to Fantasyland, by Diana Wynne Jones ] 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.!"	\|------------------- \|................... \|............DDD.... \|...<.......DDDD.... \|...&.......DPDD.... \|...&.......DDDD.... \|................... \|.............>..... -................... P "Summon Ancient Dragons! And I'm not a puddingThese 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.."	\|------------------- \|................... \|............DDD.... \|..VcOo.....DDDD.... \|..c&HoV....DPDD.... \|..j&HVV....DDDD.... \|..RRXV............. \|.............>..... -................... & "Summon nasties! It's only a pet name."
\|------------------- \|................... \|............DDD.... \|..VcOo....WDDDDW... \|..c&HoV...WDPDDW... \|..j&HVV...WDDDDW... \|..RRXV......WWW.... \|.............>..... -................... P "Ringwraiths, to me! It's patronizing."	\|------------------- \|..TTTc............. \|.wHVVVD.....DDD.... \|.HVcOoj...WDDDDW... \|xcc&HoV...WDPDDW... \|.qj&HVV...WDDDDW... \|.qRRXVz.....WWW.... \|..@@@z.......>..... -................... & "Summon nasties once more! Fine, fine, whatever."	\|------------------- \|..TTTc.....M .. \|.wHVVVD....WDDD ... \|.HVcOoj...WDDDDWs.. \|xcc&HoV...WDPDDWs.. \|.qj&HVV...WDDDDWs.. \|.qRRXVz....MWWWss.. \|..@@@z.....MMMMM... -................... P "Summon Greater Undead!"
\|------------------- \|..TTTc.....M .. \|.wHVVVD....WDDD ... \|.HVcOoj...WDDDDWs.. \|xcc&HoV...WDPDDWs.. \|.qj&HVV...WDDDDWs.. \|.qRRXVz....MWWWss.. \|..@@@z.....MMMMM... -................... P "Just one question... how we get our entire Army of Terror down the stairs?"	\|------------------- \|..TTTc.....M .. \|.wHVVVD....WDDD ... \|.HVcOoj...WDDDDWs.. \|xcc&HoV...WDPDDWs.. \|.qj&HVV...WDDDDWs.. \|.qRRXVz....MWWWss.. \|..@@@z.....MMMMM... -................... & "..." P "You don't know either, do you.	\|------------------- \|..TTTc.....M .. \|.wHVVVD....WDDD ... \|.HVcOoj...WDDDDWs.. \|xcc&HoV...WDPDDWs.. \|.qj&HVV...WDDDDWs.. \|.qRRXVz....MWWWss.. \|..@@@z.....MMMMM... -................... & "Afraid not, puddingThese 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.."
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3^d of 5 in a crossover series between Dudley's Dungeon and Tales From The Pit
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