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- Welcome to MUSHclient version 4.73!
- Written by Nick Gammon.
- Compiled: May 8 2011.
- Using: Lua 5.1.4, PCRE 8.10, PNG 1.5.2, SQLite3 3.7.6.2, Zlib 1.2.5
- For information and assistance about MUSHclient visit our forum at:
- http://www.gammon.com.au/forum/
- Can you trust your plugins? See: http://www.gammon.com.au/security
- --- Connected on Monday, June 10, 2013, 7:06 PM ---
- Atonement RPI Engine Variant
- ----------------------
- Welcome to ParallelRPI!
- C) Create a new account.
- L) Log in to an existing account.
- X) Disconnect from the server.
- Original DikuMUD GAMMA (0.0):
- Hans Henrik Staerfeldt, Tom
- Madson, Katja Nyboe, Michael
- Seifert, and Sebastian Hammer
- Original Harshlands Framework:
- Charles Rand, a.k.a. "Rassilon"
- Shadows of Isildur RPI Engine:
- C. W. McHenry, a.k.a. "Traithe"
- J. Webb, a.k.a. "Sighentist"
- L. Cunningham, a.k.a. "Japheth"
- Atonement RPI Engine:
- J.P.H, a.k.a. "Kithrater"
- Your Selection:
- l
- Your account name:
- removed
- Password:
- 1
- Parallel RPI: Main Menu
- ------------------------
- 1. Enter the Game, or complete an unfinished application.
- 2. Enter the Graveyard as a Guest Login.
- 3. Create a new character.
- 4. Delete a pending application.
- 5. Retire your character.
- 6. Update your e-mail address.
- 7. Change your account password.
- 8. Toggle ANSI color setting.
- 9. Check your game-mail.
- 10. Log out.
- Your Selection:
- Under an Ancient, Faded Billboard
- Exits: north east west
- The parking lot ends here, enclosed on one side by the crumbling side of an
- abandoned building and on the other by the newer wall surrounding the market.
- A path leads towards the latter, running under the shadow of an old billboard
- with the faded letters P RKING ', TO 8. Graffiti covers every vertical
- surface of the area, and generations of garbage have accumulated in holes and
- crevices all around.
- Dozens of spent casings blanket the area.
- The area is studded with several discharged bullets.
- A long-barreled, nicked .25 compact pistol lies here.
- A .30 small rifle magazine lies here.
- A cadaverous, stark man is here, guarding the down exit.
- A broad-shouldered man with dark features stands here.
- A tall, blue-scarf-masked person is here.
- A small, greasy-haired young man is here.
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth is here.
- A man with ruddy, nearly blood-colored cheeks stands here.
- A scrawny young man with a crooked nose stands here.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth says, out of character,
- "Wait."
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A skinny, rough-looking youngster enters the area.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A skinny, rough-looking youngster takes aim at you with a bull-barreled,
- notched .25 compact revolver!
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth says, out of character,
- "Wait."
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person draws a simple dagger from a ratty, black ankle sheath.
- A strapping, hardened man with ash-blond hair enters the area.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A cadaverous, stark man says, out of character,
- "Hold on with the attack, recover fromc rash."
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- l me
- Wild and tousled, this young man's chestnut-brown hair sits upon his
- bullet-shaped skull in a bedraggled state. Below, two cool bottle-green eyes
- reside within sunken sockets, almost daring in nature. He's a scrawny thing
- made of skin, bone and slight, lean muscle. It's the kind of muscle gained
- from genetics and leading an active lifestyle. Based upon the callouses on his
- wiry, long fingers, he's a craftsman of the sorts, taking part in manual labor.
- A crooked, hawkish nose is the focal point of his sharp-featured face. Below
- sit his thin lips and a pointed chin. His expression is habitually wolfish,
- perhaps a cause of his youthful and almost mischievous features.
- You detect a faint essence of sweat about him.
- A scrawny, crooked-nosed young man appears to be in excellent condition.
- <wielded in right hand> a worn, simple, long-hafted mace
- <wielded in left hand> a beaten chain
- <worn on head> a worn, tattered, thick-leather cowl
- <worn at neck> a grey-scaled, thick collar
- <worn over the body> a bloody, armored, brown wide-lapelled greatcoat
- <worn about body> a grey-scaled, thick hauberk
- <worn on body> a coarse, natural-hued, padded vest
- <across the back> a bloody well-worn thick backpack with black straps
- <worn over shoulder> a dirt-encrusted, large, sturdy, pale grey pack
- <worn over shoulder> a small teardrop shield
- <worn on arms> a bloody pair of grey-scaled, thick sleeves
- <worn on hands> a pair of natural-hued work gloves
- <worn about waist> a black thick belt with a stylized 'NG' buckle
- <worn on belt> a thick, white sheath
- <worn on belt> a thick, white sheath
- <worn on legs> a pair of grey-scaled, thick leggings
- <worn on left ankle> a black, thick ankle holster
- <worn on feet> a pair of grey-scaled, thick boots
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A skinny, rough-looking youngster says, out of character,
- "Okay."
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A ruddy-cheeked man says, out of character,
- "The most stable game."
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person wears a blood-drenched pale grey,
- sturdy, tailed coat over its body.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- l
- Under an Ancient, Faded Billboard
- Exits: north east west
- The parking lot ends here, enclosed on one side by the crumbling side of an
- abandoned building and on the other by the newer wall surrounding the market.
- A path leads towards the latter, running under the shadow of an old billboard
- with the faded letters P RKING ', TO 8. Graffiti covers every vertical
- surface of the area, and generations of garbage have accumulated in holes and
- crevices all around.
- Dozens of spent casings blanket the area.
- The area is studded with several discharged bullets.
- A long-barreled, nicked .25 compact pistol lies here.
- A .30 small rifle magazine lies here.
- A strapping, hardened man with ash-blond hair stands here resolute.
- A stick thin, rough looking young man stands here.
- A cadaverous, stark man is here, guarding the down exit.
- A broad-shouldered man with dark features stands here.
- A tall, blue-scarf-masked person is here.
- A small, greasy-haired young man is here.
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth is here.
- A man with ruddy, nearly blood-colored cheeks stands here.
- A scrawny young man with a crooked nose stands here.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- scan w
- A broad-shouldered man with dark features falls into stride with a
- strapping, hardened man with ash-blond hair.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| > You focus on the western horizon . . .
- Nearby, A Small Alley Leading from the Market, you see...
- A bald, sharp nosed man is here.
- A frail man with grey-toned flesh is sitting here.
- A sandy-haired, milky skinned woman is sitting here, taking cover from the
- east.
- A splintered streetlight illuminates the area. (lit)
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A broad-shouldered man with dark features begins to conceal himself.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person draws a simple combat knife from a ratty, black ankle sheath.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A spare young man with crooked features says, out of character,
- "Er..."
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- Blood flows from a moderate hole on a spare young man with crooked
- features's abdomen.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth says, out of character,
- "Everyone fall back in, by the way. Is everyone back?"
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- dia spare
- A spare young man with crooked features
- His face looks slightly pale.
- He appears injured.
- A spare young man with crooked features has a spurting terrible hole on the
- skull, a minor contusion on the groin, and a bleeding moderate hole on the
- abdomen.
- He has a chipped .25 bullet lodged in the skull.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A cadaverous, stark man falls into stride with a messy-haired, muscular
- male youth.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A strapping, hardened man with ash-blond hair says, out of character,
- "Bind since he's bleeding in the interim?"
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A small, greasy-haired young man falls into stride with a messy-haired,
- muscular male youth.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A spare young man with crooked features says, out of character,
- "Well I was stopping my wound when the game crashed, so I guess that's
- that."
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A spare young man with crooked features sits down.
- A small, greasy-haired young man crouches beside a spare young man with
- crooked features, trying to stop his bleeding.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A ruddy-cheeked man begins running eastward.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- ooc Jake, bind.
- You say, out of character,
- "Jake, bind."
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A spare young man with crooked features slowly begins administering aid to
- his wounds, attempting to stem the bleeding.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- l
- Under an Ancient, Faded Billboard
- Exits: north east west
- The parking lot ends here, enclosed on one side by the crumbling side of an
- abandoned building and on the other by the newer wall surrounding the market.
- A path leads towards the latter, running under the shadow of an old billboard
- with the faded letters P RKING ', TO 8. Graffiti covers every vertical
- surface of the area, and generations of garbage have accumulated in holes and
- crevices all around.
- Dozens of spent casings blanket the area.
- The area is studded with several discharged bullets.
- A long-barreled, nicked .25 compact pistol lies here.
- A .30 small rifle magazine lies here.
- A strapping, hardened man with ash-blond hair stands here resolute.
- A stick thin, rough looking young man stands here.
- A cadaverous, stark man is here, guarding the down exit.
- A tall, blue-scarf-masked person is here.
- A small, greasy-haired young man is here.
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth is here.
- A spare young man with crooked features is sitting here.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A cadaverous, stark man says, out of character,
- "Continue?"
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- ooc Si.
- You say, out of character,
- "Si."
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- Blood spurts from a terrible hole on a spare young man with crooked
- features's skull.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A stalwart, russet-headed man enters the area.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A small, greasy-haired young man finishes his ministrations, partially
- stemming the bleeding from the terrible hole on a spare young man with
- crooked features's skull.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A strapping, hardened man with ash-blond hair sheathes a simple, straight sword with a lizardskin grip in a pocked, grey sheath.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| > <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A ruddy-cheeked man walks in from the east.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth says, out of character,
- "Now."
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A cadaverous, stark man shouts,
- "GRIFF!"
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A small, greasy-haired young man crouches beside a spare young man with
- crooked features, trying to stop his bleeding.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- l
- Under an Ancient, Faded Billboard
- Exits: north east west
- The parking lot ends here, enclosed on one side by the crumbling side of an
- abandoned building and on the other by the newer wall surrounding the market.
- A path leads towards the latter, running under the shadow of an old billboard
- with the faded letters P RKING ', TO 8. Graffiti covers every vertical
- surface of the area, and generations of garbage have accumulated in holes and
- crevices all around.
- Dozens of spent casings blanket the area.
- The area is studded with several discharged bullets.
- A long-barreled, nicked .25 compact pistol lies here.
- A .30 small rifle magazine lies here.
- A man with ruddy, nearly blood-colored cheeks stands here.
- A stalwart man with short, russet hair stands here.
- A strapping, hardened man with ash-blond hair stands here resolute.
- A stick thin, rough looking young man stands here.
- A cadaverous, stark man is here, guarding the down exit.
- A tall, blue-scarf-masked person is here.
- A small, greasy-haired young man is here.
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth is here.
- A spare young man with crooked features is sitting here.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- Wandering in, his face showing no clue as to just what's going on, a skinny,
- rough-looking youngster decides to point a bull-barreled, notched .25
- compact revolver in your direction with a shrug.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- kill skinny
- You easily miss a skinny, rough-looking youngster with your strike.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:***** >
- You only just parry a skinny, rough-looking youngster's crush with your
- weapon.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:***** >
- l me
- A cadaverous, stark man cuts a skinny, rough-looking youngster's neck
- extremely hard with his sword.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:*** > Wild and tousled, this young man's chestnut-brown hair sits upon his
- bullet-shaped skull in a bedraggled state. Below, two cool bottle-green eyes
- reside within sunken sockets, almost daring in nature. He's a scrawny thing
- made of skin, bone and slight, lean muscle. It's the kind of muscle gained
- from genetics and leading an active lifestyle. Based upon the callouses on his
- wiry, long fingers, he's a craftsman of the sorts, taking part in manual labor.
- A crooked, hawkish nose is the focal point of his sharp-featured face. Below
- sit his thin lips and a pointed chin. His expression is habitually wolfish,
- perhaps a cause of his youthful and almost mischievous features.
- You detect a faint essence of sweat about him.
- A scrawny, crooked-nosed young man appears to be in excellent condition.
- <wielded in right hand> a worn, simple, long-hafted mace
- <wielded in left hand> a beaten chain
- <worn on head> a worn, tattered, thick-leather cowl
- <worn at neck> a grey-scaled, thick collar
- <worn over the body> a bloody, armored, brown wide-lapelled greatcoat
- <worn about body> a grey-scaled, thick hauberk
- <worn on body> a coarse, natural-hued, padded vest
- <across the back> a bloody well-worn thick backpack with black straps
- <worn over shoulder> a dirt-encrusted, large, sturdy, pale grey pack
- <worn over shoulder> a small teardrop shield
- <worn on arms> a bloody pair of grey-scaled, thick sleeves
- <worn on hands> a pair of natural-hued work gloves
- <worn about waist> a black thick belt with a stylized 'NG' buckle
- <worn on belt> a thick, white sheath
- <worn on belt> a thick, white sheath
- <worn on legs> a pair of grey-scaled, thick leggings
- <worn on left ankle> a black, thick ankle holster
- <worn on feet> a pair of grey-scaled, thick boots
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:*** >
- A spare young man with crooked features finishes his ministrations,
- partially stemming the bleeding from the terrible hole on his skull.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:*** >
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth engages a stalwart, russet-headed
- man in combat.
- A stalwart, russet-headed man attempts to parry, but a messy-haired,
- muscular male youth thrusts through his defenses, and thrusts him hard on the
- right hip.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:*** >
- A skinny, rough-looking youngster's eyes dart about looking for an escape path!
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:*** >
- You crush a skinny, rough-looking youngster's left thigh hard with your
- weapon.
- The blow to a skinny, rough-looking youngster's left thigh forces him to
- his knees.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:*** >
- strike head
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person loses its grip on its knife, which falls
- to the ground!
- Unable to defend himself, the tall, blue-scarf-masked person stabs a
- skinny, rough-looking youngster glancingly on the left foot.
- You're unable to easily strike a skinny, rough-looking youngster's head in
- his current position. Aim elsewhere.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:*** >
- A skinny, rough-looking youngster's gasps for air as his left hip is
- struck.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:* >
- A small bullet comes whirring through the air from the north, heading
- straight towards a spare young man with crooked features!
- The bullet misses him by a whisper.
- A spare young man with crooked features starts taking cover from the
- north.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:* >
- A skinny, rough-looking youngster stops resting, and clambers on his feet.
- A skinny, rough-looking youngster nearly flees!
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:* >
- A spare young man with crooked features stops taking cover.
- A spare young man with crooked features clambers on his feet.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:* >
- A small, greasy-haired young man finishes his ministrations, stemming the
- bleeding from the terrible hole on a spare young man with crooked
- features's skull.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:* >
- A small bullet comes whirring through the air from the north, heading
- straight towards a spare young man with crooked features!
- The bullet misses him by a whisper.
- A spare young man with crooked features starts taking cover from the
- north.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:* >
- A small bullet comes whirring through the air from the north, heading
- straight towards a spare young man with crooked features!
- The bullet grazes across his right forearm.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:* >
- A skinny, rough-looking youngster nearly flees!
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:* >
- A spare young man with crooked features stops taking cover.
- A spare young man with crooked features starts taking cover from the
- north.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:* >
- A stalwart, russet-headed man narrowly parries a messy-haired, muscular
- male youth's stab with his knife.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:* >
- You miss a skinny, rough-looking youngster with your crush.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:* >
- A small bullet comes whirring through the air from the north, heading
- straight towards a spare young man with crooked features!
- The bullet strikes his a bloody digital grey, stylized 'NG' marked
- flak-vest.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:* >
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person narrowly misses a skinny,
- rough-looking youngster with its stab.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| / a skinny, rough-looking youngster:* >
- A cadaverous, stark man cuts a skinny, rough-looking youngster very
- hard on the face as he tries to dodge away.
- A skinny, rough-looking youngster is sliced open by a cadaverous, stark
- man's savage slice, collapsing to the ground, dead!
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A ruddy-cheeked man exclaims, jogging back in,
- "The Niner bitch ran away!"
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A small bullet comes whirring through the air from the north, heading
- straight towards a spare young man with crooked features!
- The bullet misses him broadly.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- You hear a male voice shout from the west,
- "What! TRYING to save a guy here!"
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person gets a simple dagger.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A spare young man with crooked features exclaims, with an airy, concise
- tone,
- "Fuck!"
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person wields a simple dagger.
- A cadaverous, stark man begins to conceal himself.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- scan n
- You focus on the northern horizon . . .
- Nearby, A Makeshift Ball Court, you see...
- A lean, wild-haired man lingers here.
- A long, metal bench is here, bolted to the floor.
- A manon, thin metal doorknob is hidden in a crevice with a load of other
- junk !doorknob is hidden in a crevice with a load of other junk. (hidden from
- view)
- Spent casings litter the ground underfoot.
- Far away, Corner of a Crumbling Lot, you see...
- Nothing of interest.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- flee
- A ruddy-cheeked man begins walking northward.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| > You're not fighting.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person begins wandering northward.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- n
- You begin walking northward.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth utterly misses a stalwart,
- russet-headed man with his lunge.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth says, with a low, deadpan Ruster
- drawl,
- "GET ON RUSSET."
- <****** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A Makeshift Ball Court
- Exits: north east south
- The asphalt is in slightly better shape on this stretch of the lot, leading
- someone to have set it up as a ball court. Two pairs of old, rusted-through
- barrels make up the opposing goals while a few faded and irregularly perforated
- lines of paint denote the borders and center of the field. A row of ancient,
- mangled benches line one side of the field, some clearly appropriated from
- elsewhere, while the wall to the west is covered in all manner of vulgar
- graffiti.
- A long, metal bench is here, bolted to the floor.
- A manon, thin metal doorknob is hidden in a crevice with a load of other
- junk !doorknob is hidden in a crevice with a load of other junk. (hidden from
- view)
- A spray-painted faded blue stylized 'NG' marks the wall.
- Spent casings litter the ground underfoot.
- A man with ruddy, nearly blood-colored cheeks stands here.
- A lean, wild-haired man lingers here.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- kill lean
- A lean, wild-haired man takes aim at a ruddy-cheeked man with a
- flute-barreled, discoloured .25 compact pistol.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| > Stop traveling first.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A ruddy-cheeked man engages a lean, wild-haired man in combat.
- A ruddy-cheeked man utterly misses a lean, wild-haired man with his
- slash.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- kill lean
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person trudges in from the south.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| > Stop traveling first.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- kill lean
- You easily miss a lean, wild-haired man with your strike.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:**** >
- strike head
- A ruddy-cheeked man parries a lean, wild-haired man's lazy bash with
- his sword.
- A lean, wild-haired man fires a flute-barreled, discoloured .25 compact
- pistol, a small bullet shooting towards a ruddy-cheeked man.
- The bullet punctures his right upper arm.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:**** > You take aim at a lean, wild-haired man's head.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:**** >
- l me
- Wild and tousled, this young man's chestnut-brown hair sits upon his
- bullet-shaped skull in a bedraggled state. Below, two cool bottle-green eyes
- reside within sunken sockets, almost daring in nature. He's a scrawny thing
- made of skin, bone and slight, lean muscle. It's the kind of muscle gained
- from genetics and leading an active lifestyle. Based upon the callouses on his
- wiry, long fingers, he's a craftsman of the sorts, taking part in manual labor.
- A crooked, hawkish nose is the focal point of his sharp-featured face. Below
- sit his thin lips and a pointed chin. His expression is habitually wolfish,
- perhaps a cause of his youthful and almost mischievous features.
- You detect a faint essence of sweat about him.
- A scrawny, crooked-nosed young man appears to be in excellent condition.
- <wielded in right hand> a worn, simple, long-hafted mace
- <wielded in left hand> a beaten chain
- <worn on head> a worn, tattered, thick-leather cowl
- <worn at neck> a grey-scaled, thick collar
- <worn over the body> a bloody, armored, brown wide-lapelled greatcoat
- <worn about body> a grey-scaled, thick hauberk
- <worn on body> a coarse, natural-hued, padded vest
- <across the back> a blood-covered well-worn thick backpack with black straps
- <worn over shoulder> a dirt-encrusted, large, sturdy, pale grey pack
- <worn over shoulder> a small teardrop shield
- <worn on arms> a bloody pair of grey-scaled, thick sleeves
- <worn on hands> a bloody pair of natural-hued work gloves
- <worn about waist> a black thick belt with a stylized 'NG' buckle
- <worn on belt> a thick, white sheath
- <worn on belt> a thick, white sheath
- <worn on legs> a pair of grey-scaled, thick leggings
- <worn on left ankle> a black, thick ankle holster
- <worn on feet> a pair of grey-scaled, thick boots
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:**** >
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person stabs a lean, wild-haired man on the
- thorax as he tries to dodge away.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:*** >
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person completely misses a lean, wild-haired
- man with its stab.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:*** >
- A ruddy-cheeked man emphatically tells a lean, wild-haired man,
- "Die!"
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:*** >
- A lean, wild-haired man's eyes dart about looking for an escape path!
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:*** >
- You utterly miss a lean, wild-haired man with your crush.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:*** >
- A ruddy-cheeked man completely misses a lean, wild-haired man with his
- slice.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:*** >
- You broadly miss a lean, wild-haired man with your bash.
- <****** / ^^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:*** >
- A lean, wild-haired man fires a flute-barreled, discoloured .25 compact
- pistol, a small bullet shooting towards you!
- The bullet ruptures your thorax.
- You grimace as you feel blood begin to flow from a moderate puncture on your
- thorax.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:*** / bleeding>
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person pierces a lean, wild-haired man's
- abdomen hard with its knife.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:*** / bleeding>
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person pierces a lean, wild-haired man's
- skull hard with its knife.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:*** / bleeding>
- A lean, wild-haired man fires a flute-barreled, discoloured .25 compact
- pistol, a small bullet shooting towards you!
- The bullet misses you completely.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:*** / bleeding>
- shout Save my brother!
- You shout,
- "Save my brother!"
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:*** / bleeding>
- A lean, wild-haired man fires a flute-barreled, discoloured .25 compact
- pistol, a small bullet shooting towards you!
- The bullet glances across your right forearm.
- You grimace as you feel blood begin to flow from a minor tear on your right
- forearm.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:*** / bleeding>
- You utterly miss a lean, wild-haired man with your bash.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:*** / bleeding>
- You easily miss a lean, wild-haired man with your crush.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:*** / bleeding>
- With a nimble stab, the tall, blue-scarf-masked person drives its knife
- hard into a lean, wild-haired man's left thigh.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:** / bleeding>
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person misses a lean, wild-haired man with
- its stab.
- A ruddy-cheeked man completely misses a lean, wild-haired man with his
- slice.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:** / bleeding>
- A lean, wild-haired man fires a flute-barreled, discoloured .25 compact
- pistol, a small bullet shooting towards a ruddy-cheeked man.
- The bullet brushes across his face.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:** / bleeding>
- strike head
- You take aim at a lean, wild-haired man's head.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:** / bleeding>
- A frail man with grey-toned flesh walks in from the south.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:** / bleeding>
- A lean, wild-haired man nearly flees!
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:** / bleeding>
- A frail man with grey-toned flesh closes on a lean, wild-haired man and
- both nearly trip!
- A frail man with grey-toned flesh stabs a lean, wild-haired man's left
- upper arm glancingly with his knife.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:** / bleeding>
- A lean, wild-haired man stops using a damaged small heater shield.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:** / bleeding>
- You force through a lean, wild-haired man's defenses and strike him on
- the face with your weapon.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:** / bleeding>
- A lean, wild-haired man nearly flees!
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:** / bleeding>
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person barely misses a lean, wild-haired
- man with its stab.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:** / bleeding>
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person completely misses a lean, wild-haired
- man with its stab.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:** / bleeding>
- guard south
- You will now guard the south exit.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:** / bleeding>
- A lean, wild-haired man nearly flees!
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth walks in from the south, striding along
- with a steady pace.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:** / bleeding>
- A cadaverous, stark man walks in from the south, with easy steps.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:** / bleeding>
- You force through a lean, wild-haired man's defenses and bash him on the
- left thigh with your weapon.
- A lean, wild-haired man collapses to the ground.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:** / bleeding>
- Unable to defend himself, a ruddy-cheeked man slices a lean, wild-haired
- man glancingly on the right foot.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:* / bleeding>
- A frail man with grey-toned flesh loses his grip on his knife, which falls
- to the ground!
- A frail man with grey-toned flesh pierces a lean, wild-haired man
- glancingly on the left forearm while he is helpless to stop him.
- A lean, wild-haired man has been rendered unconscious.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:* / bleeding>
- strike head
- You take aim at a lean, wild-haired man's head.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:* / bleeding>
- Unable to defend himself, the tall, blue-scarf-masked person pierces a
- lean, wild-haired man on the right calf.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:* / bleeding>
- A cadaverous, stark man engages a lean, wild-haired man in combat.
- Unable to defend himself, a cadaverous, stark man slices a lean,
- wild-haired man on the left thigh.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:* / bleeding>
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person engages a lean, wild-haired man in
- combat.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / a lean, wild-haired man:* / bleeding>
- While helpless to stop you, you crush a lean, wild-haired man hard on the
- skull.
- A lean, wild-haired man is smashed down by your crushing bash, expiring
- with a ragged exhalation!
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- A frail man with grey-toned flesh gets a rough hunting knife.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- A cadaverous, stark man attempts to move past you, but you intercept him.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person attempts to move past you, but you
- intercept it.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- A frail man with grey-toned flesh wields a rough hunting knife.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- l
- A Makeshift Ball Court
- Exits: north east south
- The asphalt is in slightly better shape on this stretch of the lot, leading
- someone to have set it up as a ball court. Two pairs of old, rusted-through
- barrels make up the opposing goals while a few faded and irregularly perforated
- lines of paint denote the borders and center of the field. A row of ancient,
- mangled benches line one side of the field, some clearly appropriated from
- elsewhere, while the wall to the west is covered in all manner of vulgar
- graffiti.
- A long, metal bench is here, bolted to the floor.
- A manon, thin metal doorknob is hidden in a crevice with a load of other
- junk !doorknob is hidden in a crevice with a load of other junk. (hidden from
- view)
- A spray-painted faded blue stylized 'NG' marks the wall.
- Spent casings litter the ground underfoot.
- A small heater shield lies here.
- A flute-barreled, discoloured .25 compact pistol lies here.
- The corpse of a lean, wild-haired man is lying here.
- A cadaverous, stark man settles here.
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth is here.
- A frail man with grey-toned flesh is here.
- A tall, blue-scarf-masked person is here.
- A man with ruddy, nearly blood-colored cheeks stands here.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- guard self
- You are not currently guarding anything.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- scan s
- You focus on the southern horizon . . .
- Nearby, Under an Ancient, Faded Billboard, you see...
- A bald, sharp-nosed man is sitting here, taking cover from the north.
- A strapping, hardened man with ash-blond hair stands here resolute.
- A broad-shouldered man with dark features stands here.
- Dozens of spent casings blanket the area.
- The area is studded with several discharged bullets.
- A long-barreled, nicked .25 compact pistol lies here.
- A .30 small rifle magazine lies here.
- The corpse of a skinny, rough-looking youngster is lying here.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- s
- You begin walking southward.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth gets 7 .25 pistol casings.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- A frail man with grey-toned flesh exclaims, with a faint, Rust-accented
- tone,
- "Oh god...it hurts so much!"
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- Under an Ancient, Faded Billboard
- Exits: north east west
- The parking lot ends here, enclosed on one side by the crumbling side of an
- abandoned building and on the other by the newer wall surrounding the market.
- A path leads towards the latter, running under the shadow of an old billboard
- with the faded letters P RKING ', TO 8. Graffiti covers every vertical
- surface of the area, and generations of garbage have accumulated in holes and
- crevices all around.
- Dozens of spent casings blanket the area.
- The area is studded with several discharged bullets.
- A long-barreled, nicked .25 compact pistol lies here.
- A .30 small rifle magazine lies here.
- The corpse of a skinny, rough-looking youngster is lying here.
- A bald, sharp nosed man is here.
- A strapping, hardened man with ash-blond hair stands here resolute.
- A broad-shouldered man with dark features stands here.
- A bald, sharp-nosed man begins walking northward.
- <***** / ^^^^ / ||| / bleeding>
- scan w
- You focus on the western horizon . . .
- Nearby, A Small Alley Leading from the Market, you see...
- A small, greasy-haired young man is here.
- A spare young man with crooked features bleeds heavily by the gate,
- blinking slowly..
- A sandy-haired, milky skinned woman is sitting here, taking cover from the
- east.
- A splintered streetlight illuminates the area. (lit)
- <***** / ^^^^ / ||| / bleeding>
- You feel as if you have fully regained your balance.
- <***** / ^^^^ / ||| / bleeding>
- w
- You begin walking westward.
- Pain shoots through your thorax as you move.
- <***** / ^^^^ / ||| / bleeding>
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth walks in from the north, striding along
- with a steady pace.
- <***** / ^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- A Small Alley Leading from the Market
- Exits: north (closed market gate) east
- A small alley, barely wide enough for two to walk side by side, winds its
- way from the market. The gate takes up the entire width of the alley, and
- electrical cables are festooned across the narrow space just outside of reach,
- feeding power from the market to the closest buildings outside of it. The
- confined space casts the alley in a permanent gloomy shade.
- You must CALL GATEGUARD to enter the market.
- A splintered streetlight illuminates the area. (lit)
- A spray-painted faded blue stylized 'NG' marks the wall.
- A small, greasy-haired young man is here.
- A spare young man with crooked features bleeds heavily by the gate,
- blinking slowly..
- A sandy-haired, milky skinned woman is sitting here, taking cover from the
- east.
- <***** / ^^^^ / ||| / bleeding>
- You hear a male voice shout from the east,
- "Stop the bleeding."
- <***** / ^^^^ / ||| / bleeding>
- A spare young man with crooked features tells a small, greasy-haired young
- man, dragging himself painfully through the dust,
- "I ain't need twenty bullets, th' pussy."
- <***** / ^^^^ / ||| / bleeding>
- sheath chain
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth walks in from the east, striding along
- with a steady pace.
- You sheath a beaten chain in a thick, white sheath.
- <***** / ^^^^ / ||| / bleeding>
- sit
- You sit down.
- <***** / ^^^^ / ||| / bleeding>
- bind me
- You slowly begin administering aid to your wounds, attempting to stem the
- bleeding.
- <***** / ^^^^ / ||| / bleeding>
- A cadaverous, stark man paces in from the east, with easy steps.
- A bald, sharp-nosed man paces in from the east.
- <***** / ^^^^ / ||| / bleeding>
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth sheathes a simple, thin sword with a dog-leather grip in a pocked, red sheath.
- <***** / ^^^^ / ||| / bleeding>
- A small, greasy-haired young man crouches beside you, trying to stop your
- bleeding.
- <***** / ^^^^ / ||| / bleeding>
- Echoed by other radios in the room, a blood-covered, large, indigo, handheld
- receiver carried by A cadaverous, stark man asks, his words clear and
- well-enunciated,
- "Guard. Where are you?"
- <***** / ^^^^ / ||| / bleeding>
- A spare young man with crooked features turns to watch the east exit.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / ||| / bleeding>
- You continue your work attempting to stem the flow of blood.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- A cadaverous, stark man drops:
- a filthy small Heater shield
- a rough, broad sword with a dog-leather grip
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- A cadaverous, stark man crouches beside you, trying to stop your bleeding.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- A spare young man with crooked features starts taking cover from the east.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- A small, greasy-haired young man finishes his ministrations, partially
- stemming the bleeding from the moderate puncture on your thorax.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- dia spare
- A spare young man with crooked features
- His face looks rather pallid.
- He appears moderately injured.
- A spare young man with crooked features has a bound bullet wound on the skull,
- a minor contusion on the groin, a bound wound on the abdomen, a bound bullet
- wound on the right forearm, and a minor bruise on the abdomen.
- He has a chipped .25 bullet lodged in the skull.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- A small, greasy-haired young man stops using a simple, white, handheld radio.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- A cadaverous, stark man exclaims, in a clear, drawn tenor,
- "Get on the radio!"
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- You finish your ministrations, stemming the bleeding from the moderate puncture
- on your thorax.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| / bleeding>
- A cadaverous, stark man finishes his ministrations, stemming the bleeding
- from the minor tear on your right forearm.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- l
- Echoed by other radios in the room, a blood-drenched, large, indigo, handheld
- receiver carried by a cadaverous, stark man asks, his words clear and
- well-enunciated,
- "Anyone listening?"
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth kneels down, starting to bind
- your wounds, using rags and anything else he can find to do the job.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A Small Alley Leading from the Market
- Exits: north (closed market gate) east
- A small alley, barely wide enough for two to walk side by side, winds its
- way from the market. The gate takes up the entire width of the alley, and
- electrical cables are festooned across the narrow space just outside of reach,
- feeding power from the market to the closest buildings outside of it. The
- confined space casts the alley in a permanent gloomy shade.
- You must CALL GATEGUARD to enter the market.
- A splintered streetlight illuminates the area. (lit)
- A spray-painted faded blue stylized 'NG' marks the wall.
- A small Heater shield lies here.
- A rough, broad sword with a dog-leather grip lies in the dust.
- A bald, sharp nosed man is here.
- A cadaverous, stark man settles here.
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth is here.
- A small, greasy-haired young man is here.
- A spare young man with crooked features bleeds heavily by the gate,
- blinking slowly., taking cover from the east.
- A sandy-haired, milky skinned woman is sitting here, taking cover from the
- east.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- stand
- A bald, sharp-nosed man slings a filthy small teardrop shield over his
- shoulder.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| > You stand up.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- draw chain
- A small, greasy-haired young man switches a simple, white, handheld
- radio on.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| > You draw a beaten chain from a thick, white sheath.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- scan e
- You focus on the eastern horizon . . .
- Nearby, Under an Ancient, Faded Billboard, you see...
- A strapping, hardened man with ash-blond hair stands here resolute.
- A broad-shouldered man with dark features stands here.
- Dozens of spent casings blanket the area.
- The area is studded with several discharged bullets.
- A long-barreled, nicked .25 compact pistol lies here.
- A .30 small rifle magazine lies here.
- The corpse of a skinny, rough-looking youngster is lying here.
- Far away, On a Large, Pitted Parking Lot, you see...
- A rusty water pump is here surrounded by a small puddle.
- Very far away you see...
- Nothing of interest.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A small, greasy-haired young man shouts in to a simple, white, handheld
- radio, in a steady, slightly-accented voice,
- "By the east gate!"
- Echoed by other radios in the room, a blood-drenched, large, indigo, handheld
- receiver carried by a cadaverous, stark man shouts, in a steady,
- slightly-accented voice,
- "By the east gate!"
- A bald, sharp-nosed man gets a simple, brown, handheld radio from a
- dust-covered, large, thin, blue pack.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- l
- A Small Alley Leading from the Market
- Exits: north (closed market gate) east
- A small alley, barely wide enough for two to walk side by side, winds its
- way from the market. The gate takes up the entire width of the alley, and
- electrical cables are festooned across the narrow space just outside of reach,
- feeding power from the market to the closest buildings outside of it. The
- confined space casts the alley in a permanent gloomy shade.
- You must CALL GATEGUARD to enter the market.
- A splintered streetlight illuminates the area. (lit)
- A spray-painted faded blue stylized 'NG' marks the wall.
- A small Heater shield lies here.
- A rough, broad sword with a dog-leather grip lies in the dust.
- A bald, sharp nosed man is here.
- A cadaverous, stark man settles here.
- A messy-haired, muscular male youth is here.
- A small, greasy-haired young man is here.
- A spare young man with crooked features bleeds heavily by the gate,
- blinking slowly., taking cover from the east.
- A sandy-haired, milky skinned woman is sitting here, taking cover from the
- east.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A cadaverous, stark man gets a filthy small Heater shield.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A cadaverous, stark man gets a rough, broad sword with a dog-leather
- grip.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A cadaverous, stark man wields a rough, broad sword with a dog-leather
- grip.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- Echoed by other radios in the room, a simple, brown, handheld radio carried
- by a bald, sharp-nosed man asks, his words clear and well-enunciated,
- "What's up?"
- <***** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- scan e
- You focus on the eastern horizon . . .
- Nearby, Under an Ancient, Faded Billboard, you see...
- A strapping, hardened man with ash-blond hair stands here resolute.
- A broad-shouldered man with dark features stands here.
- Dozens of spent casings blanket the area.
- The area is studded with several discharged bullets.
- A long-barreled, nicked .25 compact pistol lies here.
- A .30 small rifle magazine lies here.
- The corpse of a skinny, rough-looking youngster is lying here.
- Far away, On a Large, Pitted Parking Lot, you see...
- A rusty water pump is here surrounded by a small puddle.
- Very far away you see...
- Nothing of interest.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- watch east
- Echoed by other radios in the room, a simple, brown, handheld radio carried
- by a bald, sharp-nosed man asks, in a vague, whispery sing-song voice,
- "I am at base. Should I stay here?"
- <***** / ^^^^^ / ||||| > You will now watch the east exit.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- e
- You begin walking eastward.
- Pain shoots through your thorax as you move.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- A cadaverous, stark man begins walking eastward, with easy steps.
- A bald, sharp-nosed man begins walking eastward.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / ||||| >
- Under an Ancient, Faded Billboard
- Exits: north east west
- The parking lot ends here, enclosed on one side by the crumbling side of an
- abandoned building and on the other by the newer wall surrounding the market.
- A path leads towards the latter, running under the shadow of an old billboard
- with the faded letters P RKING ', TO 8. Graffiti covers every vertical
- surface of the area, and generations of garbage have accumulated in holes and
- crevices all around.
- Dozens of spent casings blanket the area.
- The area is studded with several discharged bullets.
- A long-barreled, nicked .25 compact pistol lies here.
- A .30 small rifle magazine lies here.
- The corpse of a skinny, rough-looking youngster is lying here.
- A strapping, hardened man with ash-blond hair stands here resolute.
- A broad-shouldered man with dark features stands here.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- l strapping
- A cadaverous, stark man paces in from the west, with easy steps.
- A bald, sharp-nosed man paces in from the west.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| > This flint-faced male cuts a striking presence, despite his lack of any
- great height. Dark and saturnine, his eyes are a midnight black across the
- entirety, and seem to absorb the gaze of anyone looking into them. A sharp
- nose and angular cheekbones define his face in stark strokes, lending this male
- a sense of hard features. Stylishly hawked ash blond hair crowns his head,
- striking an odd comparison to his wholly dark eyes. Arms thickly bunched with
- muscle dangle underneath hulking shoulders. Scarred and callused, his skin
- bears an uncommon ruddy hue- tinted as if clay has been brushed and rubbed
- across his body.
- You detect an overpowering stink of the putrid rot of decaying flesh about him.
- A strapping, hardened man with ash-blond hair appears to be in excellent
- condition.
- <carried in right hand> a simple, rust red, handheld radio
- <worn on head> a rust red, sturdy beret
- <worn over the eyes> a pair of pitch black-lensed aviators
- <worn at neck> a coarse, natural-hued padded collar
- <worn over the body> a worn, armored, pitch black, deep-cowled greatcoat marked with a red fist
- <worn on body> a rust red sturdy bdus
- <across the back> a large, sturdy, rust red pack
- <worn over shoulder> a small spiked shield
- <worn about waist> a black pocked belt with a red fist buckle
- <worn on belt> a pocked, grey sheath bearing a sword
- <worn on legs> a pair of grey-scaled, thick leggings
- <worn on feet> a pair of thick-treaded-soled, pitch black combat boots
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- l broad
- Despite the boyish appeal of this young man's visage, this man's dark,
- chocolate-brown eyes seem to hold wisdom far beyond his youthful years. A dark
- shade of hazelnut brown hair crowns his head, the hair cropped short on the
- sides and back while given a little length at the front. His brown brows seem
- to contour to the bridge of his brow and shade the depths of his dark eyes.
- Upon his cheeks and chin, a roguish shadow of a beard can be seen upon his
- olive complexion. Somewhat on the taller side, the man's form continues from
- broad shoulders and down to a lean frame that seems to lack too much bulk.
- With a toned physique, this man's muscular arms hold a pair of calloused hands,
- showing he is no stranger to hard work. His longer legs seem to add to his
- overall height as he moves with a purposeful gait.
- You detect a faint essence of the horrible smell of excrement about him.
- A broad-shouldered man with dark features appears to be in excellent condition.
- <wielded in right hand> a worn, primitive, serrated sword with a dog-leather grip
- <wielded in left hand> a makeshift longknife
- <worn on head> a worn, rugged, thick-leather cowl
- <worn over the eyes> a pair of soot black-lensed v-shaped, polarized glasses
- <worn over the body> a night black narrow-lapelled jacket emblazoned with a red fist design
- <worn about body> a rugged, thick-leather jerkin marked with a red fist
- <worn on body> a thin, blood red, round-necked shirt
- <across the back> a large, thick, soot black pack
- <worn over shoulder> a long-barreled, chipped .30 hunting rifle
- <worn over shoulder> a worn small round shield
- <worn about waist> a beige thick belt with a red fist buckle
- <worn on legs> a sturdy pair of night black cargo pants
- <worn on feet> a pair of onyx black thick-treaded-soled combat boots
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- Echoed by other radios in the room, faintly distorted, a simple, brown,
- handheld radio carried by a bald, sharp-nosed man speaks, with a faint,
- Rust-accented tone,
- "This is Akira, massive gunbattle outside east zzzzt"
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A cadaverous, stark man asks, in a clear, drawn tenor,
- "Where did that one man go?"
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- scan n
- You focus on the northern horizon . . .
- Nearby, A Makeshift Ball Court, you see...
- A tall, blue-scarf-masked person is here.
- A frail man with grey-toned flesh is here.
- A ruddy-cheeked man is sitting here.
- A long, metal bench is here, bolted to the floor.
- A manon, thin metal doorknob is hidden in a crevice with a load of other
- junk !doorknob is hidden in a crevice with a load of other junk. (hidden from
- view)
- A small heater shield lies here.
- The corpse of a lean, wild-haired man is lying here.
- Spent casings litter the ground underfoot.
- Far away, Corner of a Crumbling Lot, you see...
- Nothing of interest.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A bald, sharp-nosed man murmurs, in a low, drawling tone,
- "Eh...."
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- say No clue.
- A cadaverous, stark man begins walking eastward, with easy steps.
- A bald, sharp-nosed man begins walking eastward.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- n
- You say, in a slick, youthful baritone,
- "No clue."
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| > You begin walking northward.
- Pain shoots through your thorax as you move.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- To the east, you see a bald, sharp-nosed man arrive from the west.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A Makeshift Ball Court
- Exits: north east south
- The asphalt is in slightly better shape on this stretch of the lot, leading
- someone to have set it up as a ball court. Two pairs of old, rusted-through
- barrels make up the opposing goals while a few faded and irregularly perforated
- lines of paint denote the borders and center of the field. A row of ancient,
- mangled benches line one side of the field, some clearly appropriated from
- elsewhere, while the wall to the west is covered in all manner of vulgar
- graffiti.
- A long, metal bench is here, bolted to the floor.
- A manon, thin metal doorknob is hidden in a crevice with a load of other
- junk !doorknob is hidden in a crevice with a load of other junk. (hidden from
- view)
- A spray-painted faded blue stylized 'NG' marks the wall.
- A small heater shield lies here.
- The corpse of a lean, wild-haired man is lying here.
- Spent casings litter the ground underfoot.
- A tall, blue-scarf-masked person is here.
- A frail man with grey-toned flesh is here.
- A ruddy-cheeked man is sitting here.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- sheath chain
- You sheath a beaten chain in a thick, white sheath.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- bind ruddy
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person gets a black patchwork ammo-belt
- from the corpse of a lean, wild-haired man.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| > Stop traveling first.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- l blue
- This person's features are not visible.
- You detect a faint essence of the horrible smell of excrement about him.
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person appears to be in excellent condition.
- <carried in right hand> a black patchwork ammo-belt bearing magazines
- <worn on head> a grey-scaled, thick cowl
- <worn on face> a wide, blue scarf
- <worn over the body> a blood-drenched pale grey, sturdy, tailed coat
- <worn about body> a grey-scaled, thick hauberk
- <worn on body> a vinyl, grey, v-necked shirt
- <across the back> a bloody, large, coarse, black pack
- <worn over shoulder> a small Heater shield
- <worn on arms> a pair of grey-scaled, thick sleeves
- <worn on hands> a pair of grey half-finger gloves
- <worn about waist> a black thick ammo-belt
- <worn on belt> a bloody, simple, grey, handheld radio
- <worn on belt> a blue, fragile leather-bound slingshot
- <worn on legs> a pair of grey-scaled, thick leggings
- <worn on right ankle> a ratty, black ankle sheath bearing a knife
- <worn on left ankle> a ratty, black ankle sheath bearing a knife
- <worn on feet> a pair of grey-scaled, thick boots
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person puts a black patchwork ammo-belt into a bloody, large, coarse, black pack.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- l
- A frail man with grey-toned flesh shouts in to a bloody, simple,
- pistachio green, handheld radio, with a faint, Rust-accented tone,
- "I'm hit twice, there's two dead....fuck it hurts!"
- A bloody, simple, grey, handheld radio carried by the tall,
- blue-scarf-masked person shouts, with a faint, Rust-accented tone,
- "I'm hit twice, there's two dead....fuck it hurts!"
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A Makeshift Ball Court
- Exits: north east south
- The asphalt is in slightly better shape on this stretch of the lot, leading
- someone to have set it up as a ball court. Two pairs of old, rusted-through
- barrels make up the opposing goals while a few faded and irregularly perforated
- lines of paint denote the borders and center of the field. A row of ancient,
- mangled benches line one side of the field, some clearly appropriated from
- elsewhere, while the wall to the west is covered in all manner of vulgar
- graffiti.
- A long, metal bench is here, bolted to the floor.
- A manon, thin metal doorknob is hidden in a crevice with a load of other
- junk !doorknob is hidden in a crevice with a load of other junk. (hidden from
- view)
- A spray-painted faded blue stylized 'NG' marks the wall.
- A small heater shield lies here.
- The corpse of a lean, wild-haired man is lying here.
- Spent casings litter the ground underfoot.
- A tall, blue-scarf-masked person is here.
- A frail man with grey-toned flesh is here.
- A ruddy-cheeked man is sitting here.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A ruddy-cheeked man clambers on his feet, slowly.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- A frail man with grey-toned flesh begins walking southward.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- l in lean
- corpse (here) :
- a pair of red-lensed aviators
- a blood-covered, armored, green duster-style greatcoat
- a dusty well-worn thick backpack with indigo straps
- a rough, long-hafted axe
- a bloody neon red sleek jacket emblazoned with a yin-yang symbol design
- a pair of midnight black shooting gloves
- a pair of thick-treaded-soled, black work boots
- a bloody thin pair of soot black tailored pants
- a blood-covered, black, sturdy cowboy hat
- a thin, blood red, band-collared shirt
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- scan e
- You focus on the eastern horizon . . .
- Nearby, Center of a Rubble-Strewn Parking Lot, you see...
- The rusted husk of a ruined vehicle sits here.
- Far away, Cracking Pavement of an Ancient Parking Lot, you see...
- Nothing of interest.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- scan n
- You focus on the northern horizon . . .
- Nearby, Corner of a Crumbling Lot, you see...
- Nothing of interest.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- draw chain
- You draw a beaten chain from a thick, white sheath.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- scan s
- You focus on the southern horizon . . .
- Nearby, Under an Ancient, Faded Billboard, you see...
- A frail man with grey-toned flesh is here.
- A hale, dark-haired man is here.
- A blue-eyed, lithe man hangs out here.
- A scarred, weatherworn young man lurks here.
- A cadaverous, stark man settles here.
- A strapping, hardened man with ash-blond hair stands here resolute.
- Dozens of spent casings blanket the area.
- The area is studded with several discharged bullets.
- A .30 small rifle magazine lies here.
- The corpse of a skinny, rough-looking youngster is lying here.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- l
- A Makeshift Ball Court
- Exits: north east south
- The asphalt is in slightly better shape on this stretch of the lot, leading
- someone to have set it up as a ball court. Two pairs of old, rusted-through
- barrels make up the opposing goals while a few faded and irregularly perforated
- lines of paint denote the borders and center of the field. A row of ancient,
- mangled benches line one side of the field, some clearly appropriated from
- elsewhere, while the wall to the west is covered in all manner of vulgar
- graffiti.
- A long, metal bench is here, bolted to the floor.
- A manon, thin metal doorknob is hidden in a crevice with a load of other
- junk !doorknob is hidden in a crevice with a load of other junk. (hidden from
- view)
- A spray-painted faded blue stylized 'NG' marks the wall.
- A small heater shield lies here.
- The corpse of a lean, wild-haired man is lying here.
- Spent casings litter the ground underfoot.
- A tall, blue-scarf-masked person is here.
- A man with ruddy, nearly blood-colored cheeks stands here.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- watch south
- You will now watch the south exit.
- <***** / ^^^^^ / |||| >
- To the south, you see a sandy-haired, milky skinned woman arrive from the
- west.
- <***** / ^^^^^^ / |||| >
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person gets a blood-covered, armored, green
- duster-style greatcoat from the corpse of a lean, wild-haired man.
- <***** / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
- shout Keep your eyes open! Lily an' Riki ran.
- You shout,
- "Keep your eyes open! Lily an' Riki ran."
- <***** / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
- The tall, blue-scarf-masked person says,
- "Fuck that he dont need it."
- <***** / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
- To the south, A broad-shouldered man with dark features lifts his chin over
- to a lithe man with light-blue eyes..
- <***** / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
- You hear a male voice shout from the south,
- "Spread out, eyes across the car park!"
- <***** / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
- scan e
- You focus on the eastern horizon . . .
- Nearby, Center of a Rubble-Strewn Parking Lot, you see...
- The rusted husk of a ruined vehicle sits here.
- Far away, Cracking Pavement of an Ancient Parking Lot, you see...
- Nothing of interest.
- <***** / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
- scan n
- You focus on the northern horizon . . .
- Nearby, Corner of a Crumbling Lot, you see...
- Nothing of interest.
- <***** / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
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