REL - for more information. This method converts your currently installed MUD to new call letters i. If you don't have a currently installed MUD, install it normally and test it out and then come back to this.
After I restarted Worldgroup back up though it was fine from then on. Anonymous Not logged in Log in. Quick links. Logout Register. I found a bug with the v1.
Trying to verify and fix them all. I tried to go through my documents from years ago but couldn't find any of my old notes. This is what I found so far. The EB forces the jump. This eventually drives sysops out of business and players are limited to the choices of boards to play on. Therefore, the customer loses out by playing on such unstable and unreliable systems. The campaign to fight piracy has been a direct result of casualties from cracked, hexed, edited and pirated bulletin board systems.
Sysops and players have joined together in the War against Pirates. Add a banner to your web site and tell all your friends. Add this Piracy FAQ to your web site. From within MajorMUD type: sys lance. She hugged his legs in thanks.
Eventually the elements would claim it, rotting the wooden handle and rusting the iron head. But, he had more shovels. The town was so old historically I felt it was really the next logical step in my tours around the Realm. This is an account from the journal that I kept during my stay. Jail Oddly however, my journey begins in jail. You see, my last stop in the Version N tour was with a Mr. Unfortunately, he and I had come to some argument over what I saw as a bleak future for mages.
At the time I did not know that he was in fact, a mage. Well to make a long story short, one sharp cry and bloodied iron-capped staff later and I find myself battered and thrown into jail. Now, as a gypsy I am just a bit more qualified than the average barmaid to rate this jail. First off, these guards saw fit to not simply throw me into the jail cell once, but actually three, THREE, times! I cannot even explain how this is possible, but I promise you that it is. After I recovered from my concussion, I saw I was given no waterskin, no bowl of stew, and absolutely no one heeded my cries about a phone call.
Strangely no one had bothered to disarm my weapon either, but before I could make use of it, I was dumped straight out of thin air into the crossroads of some slum. Strange Cults My head hurt from the fall and I felt terribly disoriented. The city limits were just a hop, skip and jump north from where I landed.
I was just about to head that way before I was stopped by some goth kid suffering teenage angst, screaming something at me about "Death to those who oppose the spud god! Needless to say, I left him crying like a baby on the floor of a nearby shop. It soon came to my awareness that there was actually an entire family of these potato zealots dwelling in some rotting mansion to the east - some missionary could certainly score a few brownie points by cleaning up that act.
Treasure to Trash Heading into town I stopped at the first location to catch my eye, a junkyard. As a child I had grown up hearing cool stories about the things one could find in a junkyard, such as cereal boxes with logos resembling one's likeness.
To my dismay this junkyard was quite hands off, as it was entirely automated, and its contents were sealed behind gates. A demonic, fiery hilt caught my eye at the front of the heap, and with rash disgust at seeing this weapon sitting amongst junk, I quickly wenched a gold ring from my finger. Placing it into the slot, I hit the button and watched the machinery come to life, giddy with anticipation at my fortuitous find. One thud later and I reached into the dispenser only to find a 'diet hellblade'.
I was furious. Immediately I kicked the machine, only to be brought back to stunning reality at the wincing pain of my now broken big toe. Forgive me Father, for I have PWNED As I lay in my cot staring at the ceiling, my toe comfortably wrapped and taking a breather from my boot, I heard a fellow patient ask the healer for news.
Eventually I began my own discourse with him, and learned that he was some type of goody tushu errant. Apparently he could not think for himself, and needed me to speak to the town's Guildmaster before he would converse any further with me.
Something about the angelic choir and smothering incense was beginning to make my head spin with regret of my nomadic, hedonistic path in life. Before risking further insanity and rerolling into a missionary, which would surely guarantee another visit to the Cult of Spud, I quickly escaped and headed for the Guild. Adventurer's Guild A polite old man was seated in the foyer during my visit, and eyed me suspiciously.
He looked awfully familiar, though I couldn't place the face. The Guild mostly provides a hall for the training of various walks of life, though one machine against the far east wall can satisfactorily handle them all. I could have used a good lesson or two myself at the time, but I remembered my earlier encounter with Silvermerian machinery and decided against it. After an inspiring chitchat with the Guildmaster, who, I highly recommend, I headed back out towards the road.
Something caught my eye on the bulletin, an old message. At the end it read: "Soon work will begin on removing the avalanche blocking the western road! I thought I'd take this moment to interrupt the journal with a Daymia's Guide to your Holiday Shopping. Things getting cold in the bedroom, ladies? Get the heat back in your relationship by getting your man a Thuluk's Marvelous Hatchet.
He'll be stocking your fireplace with a smile! Men, keep your lady warm during the cold season with her very own Sarkhee's Sapphire Ring! She'll be resisting fjet in no time. I will gladly pay you Tuesday After stocking up on supplies and a handful of presents for the family, I reached into my pockets and found not a single copper farthing. It was at this point that my travels took me to the Bank of Godfrey, where I had the opportune moment to meet Mayor Godfrey, the bank's obvious proprietor.
During some brief small talk where we discussed adventuring and the evils of the Realm, a loud shriek shook the bank's walls. A townswoman had just been robbed of her amethyst ring! Startled by the scream, the culprit, a thief who at the moment was attempting to best the vault lock, dropped his lockpicks and hastily scampered for the exit. Without a moment's hesitation, Mayor Godfrey lept to the door and pinned the thief to the ground with the tip of his greatsword. After the guards flocked in to subdue the criminal, I asked the Mayor where he trained for such tactics.
Mayor Godfrey used his background as an action movie superstar to win himself a bank, which he later used to buy the town vote. Anyway, inspired by Godfrey's heroism I skipped to the local arena to avast a defenseless dummy.
I wasn't long into my attacks when I realized the dummy's wrappings were magically enhanced to withstand attack. Then it came to me! If I were simply able to remove the dummy's wraps and place them about my own body, I would be invincible!
In place of a dummy, Silvermere would have a Queen! Not d-elf, but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! I paused, recoiled, and found, to my surprise, I had been ousted from the arena by a nearby guard on grounds of "vandalism" and "attempted grand theft. The whisper of leaves was quiet and relaxing, and the statues inspired daydreams of lost heroes.
I stopped a while at a mystic, and remembered sweeping seablue hair and piercing golden eyes. Then, I recalled a local fable, that if you threw a smoky coin into the fountain's water, you would fly high to the heavens where all your past mistakes would be forgiven. Spying one oddly disgarded within some weeds at the fountain's base, I made a wish and threw it in. I waited a moment, perhaps two, eyes closed and hoping, but nothing happened. Maybe it was indeed only but a myth.
And so, in close of my day, I sat down at a nearby bench and stared deeply into the trickling water, pondering my next adventure. Have themes or areas in mind that you would like to see visited in future issues? Contact Daymia at [email protected] with your suggestions! Sam is an extravagant character and someone who enjoys attention. My thoughts would be to get his attention. Perhaps sending him a strip-o-gram at work or school, dressing in drag and doing a sexy striptease for him.
Make sure you stand out and make him notice you and give you a second thought. Approach him and express your want for him. You have nothing to lose by trying! Good luck and go get your man! Nity --'--, [email protected] Dear Nity, I've got a drinking buddy and former roommate who used to mud. He quit shortly after mod 8 was released. After all these years, is right for me to continously harangue him to play mud every time we go out drinking?
Oh, and if you notice a girl glancing at you and then you stare at an object past her and she eventually turns to look at that object, does that mean she's interested in you? Does this girl like me? I'm confused. Help me please! Confused Dear Confused, Let me see if I can't answer this one question at a time. First concerning your mud buddy. Harass away, get him back into the addiction we all know and love.
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