The last twenty messages on comm are:
^ Leakod likes how 0w goes 1 w *grin*
^ Vincent: miscomm
^ Cyndane finds a poem she wrote a while ago:
^ Cyndane: 
     Once upon a midnight dreary, while I mudded, weak and weary,
     while my addiction kept demanding, demanding 'Give me more!' 
     While I mudded, nearly napping, at my keyboard I was tapping,
     as my hit points were slowly sapping, sapping from killing more.
     "I have wimpy on," I muttered, as I cleaned off the gore.
                And so I did not worry as I headed for the store.
^ Cyndane: 
     Then my eyes were slowly closing, for a moment I was dozing,
     And in that moment my character fell bleeding to the floor. 
     In my dreams I started groping a pretty chick I was hoping,
     Hoping I could coax into bed, and perhaps finally score!
     Then my eyes snapped open, at the screen I stared in horror,
                as my character fell dead upon the floor.
^ Cyndane: 
     As the adrenaline started throbbing, "No!" I shrieked, sobbing--
     "I cannot, will not, MUST not die!  To level I had only 10k more!" 
     But the mud gave no token that it heard the protests I had spoken
     as my electronic corpse rotted slowly on the floor.
     And my soul quickly crumbled under the pain that it now bore
     for I lost so much effort as I died once more.
^ Teddy: sweet
^ Cyndane: heehee
^ Teddy: I feel like that every time
^ Lancelot: funny
^ Lancelot: dieing sucks
^ Cyndane nodnods
^ Teddy: well time for some sleep catch ya lot in the morning!
^ Leakod: geez, they found a new planet and said it has "
^ Leakod: er "iron rain" that would suck:P
^ Cyndane: ouch
^ Vincent: I am a companion! Yipee
^ Lancelot: me too
^ Andric: you think its good?! *grins
^ Vincent is not an assassin