Amongst the murk of the swamp you are surprised to discover a rotting
wreck.  You discern that it was originally a wain, as parts of the wooden
frame still remain and even some canvas has been preserved.  You wonder
how such a thing ever came to rest here.
Black clouds torment the sky as a drizzle begins.
    The only obvious exits are east, south and southeast.
HP:210 EP:210> l

    Amongst the murk of the swamp you are surprised to discover a rotting
wreck.  You discern that it was originally a wain, as parts of the wooden
frame still remain and even some canvas has been preserved.  You wonder
how such a thing ever came to rest here.
Black clouds torment the sky as a drizzle begins.
    The only obvious exits are east, south and southeast.
HP:210 EP:210> e

Tiredly, you trudge along.
Southern dead marshes(s, sw, w and n)
HP:210 EP:205> n

Edge of the mere(s and n)
HP:210 EP:205> n

Exit(nw, w, e, s, n and ne)
HP:210 EP:205> nw
nw

A firm path in the mere(nw, w, e, se, s, sw, n and ne)
HP:210 EP:205> 
You feel as if the life is slowly being sucked from you.
Exit(e, se, s, w, n and ne)

A firm path in the mere(nw, w, e, se, s, sw, n and ne)
HP:205 EP:200> 
You feel as if the life is slowly being sucked from you.
Exit(nw, w, e, s, n and ne)
HP:200 EP:195> s

Edge of the mere(s and n)
HP:200 EP:195> s
w

^ Pounder: bakal is a gay pansy :P
Southern dead marshes(s, sw, w and n)
HP:201 EP:196> 
You stumble through the fog, unsure of your direction.
Southern dead marshes(e, s and se)
^ Celith: Plastic pipe, once called hosery. Hello!
^ Erwin: Celith, drink some beer or something...
^ Brikriu: But matching Dutch with gay. Genius.
^ Bakal: Pansy?
^ Bakal: No.
^ Bakal: Gay?
^ Bakal: Maybe.
^ Jerf: *chuckle*
^ Pounder: but both? yes.
^ Celith: WHO are we TaLkInG to? Josi. Where is Josi?
^ Celith: The midwest! I knew that. Ever been to the midsouth? I didn't
     think so.
^ Mithgil: Josi died in a digital camera accident.
^ Celith: Aligators and. . . That's almost plausable enough to be funny.
     But I HATE JOKES!
^ Celith: Shut up.  I want supper. Food. Lunch.
^ Mithgil: I got up at 7AM this morning.
^ Celith: I'm leaving now. Or going. Or staying. Bye. Leaving.
^ Celith: I didn't.  I went to bed at three.
^ Celith: Thee minus the R.  Aye, thee. Minus an E and we're down to the. 
     Haters! All of them!
^ Galandrin: I, want, you, Celith, to, shut, up, now.
^ Celith: Hate, hate, hate.  Ooh, Galandrin!
^ Galandrin: I don't hate, I simply wan't you to shut up.
^ Celith: Join me, join me! We are the inobstruction of the unwilling to
     not participate in things they don't hate.
^ Galandrin: No, shut up.
^ Celith: Okay.
^ Galandrin: Thanks
^ Grimdor: you guys need to go outside and meet people in the public.
^ Mithgil: Fie!
Without warning, Anonymous figure stabs you from behind!
You are too busy to make an attack!
Anonymous figure massacres you with incredible force!
^ Tavor: Or public needs to go inside to meet us!
You plunge the dagger deep into someone's flesh!
Anonymous figure inflicts massive damage to you.
You wave your dagger around in someone's face.
Anonymous figure hits you very hard.
You wave your dagger around in someone's face.
Anonymous figure hits you very hard.
You wave your dagger around in someone's face.
Anonymous figure misses you.
You thrust the dagger into someone's heart, laughing cruelly while watching him BLEED.
Anonymous figure misses you.
You wave your dagger around in someone's face.
Anonymous figure misses you.
The ground shakes as thunder and lightning punctuate a devastating storm.
You pierce someone's flesh, making a shallow gash.
Anonymous figure misses you.
You wave your dagger around in someone's face.
Anonymous figure inflicts massive damage to you.
^ Tavor: Why bring the us to the public, when you can bring the public to
     the us?
You wave your dagger around in someone's face.
Anonymous figure hits you very hard.
You wave your dagger around in someone's face.
Anonymous figure misses you.
You completely miss someone.
Anonymous figure hits you very hard.
You wave your dagger around in someone's face.
Anonymous figure hits you hard.
You wave your dagger around in someone's face.
Anonymous figure hits you.
You wave your dagger around in someone's face.
Anonymous figure misses you.
You stab someone with a twist of the wrist.
Anonymous figure inflicts massive damage to you.
You thrust the dagger into someone's heart, laughing cruelly while watching him BLEED.
Anonymous figure misses you.
You wave your dagger around in someone's face.
Anonymous figure misses you.
You wave your dagger around in someone's face.
Anonymous figure misses you.
You pierce someone's flesh, making a shallow gash.
Anonymous figure misses you.
You wave your dagger around in someone's face.
Anonymous figure hits you very hard.
^ Grimdor: Some of yall have the stupidest shit to say.  It's like you
     haven't been in the "
^ Mithgil: Because you're weak and impotent.
^ Grimdor: "real world" for quite some time now.
The sun sinks towards the western horizon.
^ Mithgil: I was in the real world fourty-five minutes ago.
^ Grimdor: Great example Mithgil.
^ Mithgil: Thanks.
^ Grimdor: You for one are god damned stupid.
^ Grimdor: IMHO
Alexa tells you: a simple leather baldric is now on sale as lot 25, minimum
     bid 50 gold pesters for some armour :)
Alexa tells you: a simple leather baldric is now on sale as lot 26, minimum
     bid 50 gold pesters for some armour :)
^ Mithgil: That's good, because your opinion is worthless.
^ Grimdor: To you that is quite possible.
^ Mithgil: That's a universal truth.
^ Grimdor: Yeah...go use your nerd talk on some chick...see how far ya
     get.
^ Tavor: I for one think Celith has read the "Love Song of J. Alfred
     Prufrock" One too many times.
^ Bakal: Yeah, go smoke some weed, see how many people respect you.
^ Bakal: Sonavabitch.
^ Mithgil: Everyone respects me. Chicks dig me. They're just all less
     smart than I am.
^ Grimdor: What in the hell does smoking weed have to do with this you
     moron?
^ Grimdor: Keep telling yourself that Mithigl.
^ Bakal: It means I think you're a piece of shit and should be shot.
^ Grimdor: I'm sure it's helps your pride.
^ Jerf: Ill use my uber nerd talk to pick up some chicks.
^ Mithgil: It's another universal truth.
^ Grimdor: Aww Bakal your so nice.
^ Bakal: I try.
^ Mithgil: One of the books of the apocrypha is called "Universal Truth"
     and the first page reads, "Grimdor's opinion is worthless. Mithgil is
     respected by everyone and chicks dig him, but none of them are as
     smart as he is."
^ Grimdor: Is this mud the only place you feel accepted in the world?
^ Jerf: It's the only place im accepted.
^ Bakal: Is he talking to me or Mithgil?
^ Jerf: and people think im hot because they have never seen me before.
^ Grimdor: Must feel great to waste damn near half a year of your life on
     this silly game.
^ Bakal: Wow, one mudder calling another mudder pathetic for playing this
     game is pretty sad.
The sun sets beyond the western horizon.
^ Mithgil: Feels wonderful.
^ Galandrin: well
^ Galandrin: if the mudder is retired and doesn't play anymore, it's not
     that sad
legend josi
Josi D. StonePipe the dwarf I need some sleep 
Josi is sleeping peacefully.
Last on: 9h 2m 59s ago.                   Gender: male
Age: 89d 14h 43m 14s                      
Can be mailed: Josi@Erebor                Josi has recorded a life story.
Josi is a member of the Baruk Khazad-dum.
Info: Silence Equals Respect One with the Strength of Many. (TGG) 
HP:78 EP:210> 
^ Bakal: "Hey, you mud! Loser! Oh... wait, I play this game too :("
^ That: You are all pathetic!  I would never waste time on such silly
     pursuits!
    Amongst the murk of the swamp you are surprised to discover a rotting
wreck.  You discern that it was originally a wain, as parts of the wooden
frame still remain and even some canvas has been preserved.  You wonder
how such a thing ever came to rest here.
Cold, biting rain streaks across the landscape.
    The only obvious exits are east, south and southeast.
^ Pounder: honestly, i don't consider it a waste if you have fun most of
     the time.
Rain begins falling in a never-ending stream.
^ Pounder: or learn stuff.
^ Bakal: Yeah, I'm 'retired'
^ Bakal: I just log on to chat.
^ Galandrin: i didn't sya that :P
^ Mithgil: I've been retired since early '02.
^ Galandrin: pounder, it's a waste!
^ Otoron: Mithgil, you've never been anything but retired.
^ Galandrin: you have fun, but once you stop you've spent years (or
     whatever) on nothing
^ Pounder: now just chatting like some do....  thats sorta a waste:P
^ Jerf: were you ever a threat of not being retired Mithgil :P
Alexa tells you: a tarnished, nasty looking, jagged edged sword is now on
     sale as lot 27, minimum bid 120 gold EXC.
^ Bakal: Mithgil came out of hibernation to level to 16 last year.
^ Pounder: actually you can learn alot of applicable things to RL here.
^ Grimdor: I'm just here to create chaos and controversy. :)
^ Bakal: You do a horrible job of that.
^ Pounder: if you are half intelligent, but some thigns obviously you
     can't.
^ Mithgil: Yes. The period during which I levelled from 1 to 14 for the
     first time, I was not retired.
^ Grimdor: I've done my two cents worth today.
^ Galandrin: compare what you learn to the time you've spent here pounder
^ Galandrin: was it worth it?
l
Alexa tells you: a large harvester's pack (open) is now on sale as lot 28,
     minimum bid 150 gold Pack.
    Amongst the murk of the swamp you are surprised to discover a rotting
wreck.  You discern that it was originally a wain, as parts of the wooden
frame still remain and even some canvas has been preserved.  You wonder
how such a thing ever came to rest here.
Lightning streaks across the sky as rain pours from above.
    The only obvious exits are east, south and southeast.
Thick, black clouds block any chance of the sun breaking through.
You pierce someone's flesh, making a shallow gash.
You wave your dagger around in someone's face.
Anonymous figure misses you.
You wave your dagger around in someone's face.
Anonymous figure misses you.
e
Tiredly, you trudge along.
Southern dead marshes(s, sw, w and n)
HP:86 EP:207> n

Edge of the mere(s and n)
HP:86 EP:207> n

Exit(nw, w, e, s, n and ne)
HP:86 EP:207> nw

A firm path in the mere(nw, w, e, se, s, sw, n and ne)
HP:87 EP:208> nw

You feel as if the life is slowly being sucked from you.
Exit(e, se, s, w, n and ne)
HP:82 EP:203> 3ne

^ Gildur: it has both helped and hurt me in ways
Do: starting commands.
HP:82 EP:203> 
A wretched cess pool(nw, w, e, se, s, sw, n and ne)
HP:82 EP:203> 
You feel as if your life is being sucked from you!
A murky mere(nw, w, e, se, s, sw, n and ne)
HP:72 EP:193> 
Exit(e, se, s, sw, w and n)
HP:72 EP:193> 
Do: Commands completed.
HP:72 EP:193> 10n

Do: starting commands.
HP:72 EP:193> 
Edge of the mere(s and n)
HP:72 EP:193> 
A wide path(e, s, w and n)
HP:72 EP:193> 
Path(e, s, w and n)
HP:72 EP:193> 
Path(e, s, w and n)
 A Uruk scout
HP:72 EP:193> 
Path(e, s, w and n)
 A small child
HP:72 EP:193> 
Path(e, s, w and n)
 A Uruk scout
HP:72 EP:193> 
A wide path(e, s, w and n)
HP:72 EP:193> 
Hidden entrance(s and n)
HP:72 EP:193> 
Worn path(e, s and n)
HP:72 EP:193> 
The Plains(e, s and n)
HP:72 EP:193>