2/4/08
It begins again. This time I plan on doing two levels a day rather than one level a day. Hopefully this will prove to be more interesting for you, gentle reader, and myself. I will be using my patched NetHack.
grunt goes again
level one level two
Grunt the chaotic, orcish barbarian started out with the companionship of Ben the little dog. Unfortunately Ben fell into a pit and Grunt had to pull him out. As a player I was reminded that now orcs are going to end up being peaceful rather than hostile in the game. Ben killed a peaceful goblin but there wasn't an orcish helm in the goblin's possession. Only item of interest acquired on this level was a stethoscope.

Leaving Ben behind, Grunt discovered there was a shop which was closed for inventory. Lacking a key, lockpick or 400 zorkmids to pay for a replacement door Grunt decided against breaking and entering. A hobbit had a runed dagger which Grunt picked up and named Sting for the sole purposes of making money. This is a clever little trick because elven daggers are only worth 5 gold but when it's named Sting then the item can be sold for 100 gold pieces. This is a one time thing with elven daggers but should Grunt acquire an elven broadsword he can name it Orcrist and make some easy money.

When Grunt begins playing tomorrow then we shall discover if he will continue with the main Dungeon of Doom or enter the Gnomish Mines.

oneiromancy
I rose from the ocean and stepped onto the boardwalk. Behind me the sun was rising and ahead of me I could see the motel which was my home during my visit. When I turned around to watch the sky's transition from deep blue to a garish yellow I saw that there was no shoreline. The peaks of dunes barely rose above the calm waters of the Atlantic and atop those dunes were hundreds of cats.

A dark haired girl came up beside me and explained the high tide came in faster than expected leaving everyone helpless. My newfound companion and Virgil shook her head and went into detail that even if I did develop new senses that humans did not normally have simply skimming the surface of the ocean will not allow me to rescue my feline friends.

(long break between writing the prior two paragraphs)

My memory is significantly reduced and the only thing I recall was that I was in a Toys R Us. A kid and his father wanted to get a stuffed Bill Cosby doll from a high shelf. I happened to have a long bamboo pole which I pushed against the bottom of the box until it lost balance and fell to the floor. The Bill Cosby doll had really long, extensible arms like Bender from Futurama.

The final memory was laying in bed and someone leaping out of the dark, pushing a pillow into my face and jumping up and down while suffocating me.

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