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?Spoilers?
"HOLY MOTHER OF--"
or
A noob encounters a Moloch for the first time
Ban, a dark elf wizard, prances gaily through the nether reaches of the
Infinite Dungeon. Zapping and shooting, spearing and looting, he seems to be
making short work of the "scary monsters" said to inhabit this part of the
world. Twenty-nine levels down, he finds himself in front of a locked door.
Pressing an ear against it, he hears the unmistakable sounds of some kind of
party.
"An evil, monster mash kind of party, no doubt." he grins, fingering his
spear of devastation.
Carefully prying open the door, his suspicions are affirmed. Here, a
veritable rainbow of beasts are arrayed around a giant poker table. Kobolds,
pixies, trolls, even a green slime and a lightning vortex are all enjoying
the fun, hootin' and hollerin' and carryin' on like it's happy hour on
Friday. A burly raider smashes his cards on the table with glee, "Straight
flush, ten through Ace!" he shouts. The ooze groans.
Stepping inside, Ban raises a hand. "Hi there."
No one notices.
"Hey. I said 'hey'."
Nothing.
Gathering his breath, he booms, "PIPE DOWN, OKAY?!"
Every head in the room turns in unison, laughter abruptly dying--except the
dealer, who, at the moment is taking a swig of ale. "Okay, who farted?" he
chuckles, setting down his trollish stein before spluttering all over the
table in shock as he notices the intruder.
Ban feels a little awkward. "I, uh, just wanted to stop in and..." he looks
sheepishly about, scratching his chin, "Kin I have your gold?"
The pixie frowns, hopping off a chair and untying the miniature bow strapped
to it's back. Suddenly the room explodes into action. Axes, swords and clubs
all come out--the table is broken in half in the mad rush to the door. The
black elf shrugs, "Suit yourself."
A few moments and geometrically calculated magic missiles later, it's all
over. Rubbing his hands, Ban Isen greedily surveys the shining loot spread
before him. The only thing between him and riches now seems to be a large
rust monster, only just returning from getting a beer in some back room. A
few well-placed scorched hands reduces him to a smoldering pile of iron
oxide. Now for that gold!
Striding into the room, Ban leaps nimbly pimbly to the first batch--only to
be snatched out of the air by a huge hand! Sweet merciful Lol'th, it's some
kind of giant yellow creature disguised as yellow gold! Immediately it
begins to pummel him about the body, breaking femur, pelvis and ulna as
efficiently as a goodwife making chicken wings. With barely four breaths
left, Ban manages to squirm free, dropping to the ground in a mangled heap.
Panting raggedly, he desperately drags himself out to the corridor, pausing
only long enough to steal a glance over his shoulder. The fell monster seems
to be eyeing him with amusement whilst picking it's teeth with a topaz. Soon
enough, it begins to lumber after him.
"Bless me!" Ban whimpers, and despite all odds, his spirits rise a little.
He backs slowly down the passageway, hurriedly choking down a pepper petal.
His wounds close partially, but it is precious little help. If only he could
get a few moments to heal! Ban reaches another door and, scrambling to his
feet, turns to face the foe rumbling up behind him.
"This should slow you down." he mutters...
The moloch is hit by the stun ray! The moloch seems to shrug off the stun
ray! The stun ray bounces!
You become more efficient in using the 'Stun Ray' spell (now +1).
You focus your magical energies to release the spell. Which direction?
The missile bounces! The moloch is hit by the magic missile! The missile
bounces! You notice a strange "BZZZT" sound. The moloch regenerates.
Display monster wound status. Which direction?
The moloch is slightly injured.
The moloch regenerates.
Close a door. Which direction?
You close the door. The door is opened.
Close a door. Which direction?
You close the door.
You focus your magical energies to release the spell. Which direction?
The door is now locked.
you become more efficient in using the 'Magic Lock' spell (now +1).
The door is shattered.
--Prologue--
Well, I didn't die, but it sure made my blood course faster through my
veins! Now I know to pay more attention to yellow &'s and $'s.
--
Colin MacIntyre
?Spoilers?
"HOLY MOTHER OF--"
or
A noob encounters a Moloch for the first time
Ban, a dark elf wizard, prances gaily through the nether reaches of the
Infinite Dungeon. Zapping and shooting, spearing and looting, he seems to be
making short work of the "scary monsters" said to inhabit this part of the
world. Twenty-nine levels down, he finds himself in front of a locked door.
Pressing an ear against it, he hears the unmistakable sounds of some kind of
party.
"An evil, monster mash kind of party, no doubt." he grins, fingering his
spear of devastation.
Carefully prying open the door, his suspicions are affirmed. Here, a
veritable rainbow of beasts are arrayed around a giant poker table. Kobolds,
pixies, trolls, even a green slime and a lightning vortex are all enjoying
the fun, hootin' and hollerin' and carryin' on like it's happy hour on
Friday. A burly raider smashes his cards on the table with glee, "Straight
flush, ten through Ace!" he shouts. The ooze groans.
Stepping inside, Ban raises a hand. "Hi there."
No one notices.
"Hey. I said 'hey'."
Nothing.
Gathering his breath, he booms, "PIPE DOWN, OKAY?!"
Every head in the room turns in unison, laughter abruptly dying--except the
dealer, who, at the moment is taking a swig of ale. "Okay, who farted?" he
chuckles, setting down his trollish stein before spluttering all over the
table in shock as he notices the intruder.
Ban feels a little awkward. "I, uh, just wanted to stop in and..." he looks
sheepishly about, scratching his chin, "Kin I have your gold?"
The pixie frowns, hopping off a chair and untying the miniature bow strapped
to it's back. Suddenly the room explodes into action. Axes, swords and clubs
all come out--the table is broken in half in the mad rush to the door. The
black elf shrugs, "Suit yourself."
A few moments and geometrically calculated magic missiles later, it's all
over. Rubbing his hands, Ban Isen greedily surveys the shining loot spread
before him. The only thing between him and riches now seems to be a large
rust monster, only just returning from getting a beer in some back room. A
few well-placed scorched hands reduces him to a smoldering pile of iron
oxide. Now for that gold!
Striding into the room, Ban leaps nimbly pimbly to the first batch--only to
be snatched out of the air by a huge hand! Sweet merciful Lol'th, it's some
kind of giant yellow creature disguised as yellow gold! Immediately it
begins to pummel him about the body, breaking femur, pelvis and ulna as
efficiently as a goodwife making chicken wings. With barely four breaths
left, Ban manages to squirm free, dropping to the ground in a mangled heap.
Panting raggedly, he desperately drags himself out to the corridor, pausing
only long enough to steal a glance over his shoulder. The fell monster seems
to be eyeing him with amusement whilst picking it's teeth with a topaz. Soon
enough, it begins to lumber after him.
"Bless me!" Ban whimpers, and despite all odds, his spirits rise a little.
He backs slowly down the passageway, hurriedly choking down a pepper petal.
His wounds close partially, but it is precious little help. If only he could
get a few moments to heal! Ban reaches another door and, scrambling to his
feet, turns to face the foe rumbling up behind him.
"This should slow you down." he mutters...
The moloch is hit by the stun ray! The moloch seems to shrug off the stun
ray! The stun ray bounces!
You become more efficient in using the 'Stun Ray' spell (now +1).
You focus your magical energies to release the spell. Which direction?
The missile bounces! The moloch is hit by the magic missile! The missile
bounces! You notice a strange "BZZZT" sound. The moloch regenerates.
Display monster wound status. Which direction?
The moloch is slightly injured.
The moloch regenerates.
Close a door. Which direction?
You close the door. The door is opened.
Close a door. Which direction?
You close the door.
You focus your magical energies to release the spell. Which direction?
The door is now locked.
you become more efficient in using the 'Magic Lock' spell (now +1).
The door is shattered.
--Prologue--
Well, I didn't die, but it sure made my blood course faster through my
veins! Now I know to pay more attention to yellow &'s and $'s.
--
Colin MacIntyre
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