From: guest@sg1.chem.upenn.edu (Guest Account)
Newsgroups: rec.games.mud.tiny
Subject: erychdeath
Date: 13 Oct 92 07:11:37 GMT
Organization: University of Pennsylvania

You say, "Am I stuck using Erych?"
Margot is lagging. Bear, please.
You page-pose, "Erych sighs.  Know any VR hit men?" to Pyanfar
Pyanfar pages:  Pyanfar pages, "Why?" to you.
You page-pose, "Erych sometimes wishes Erych weren't around anymore." to
 Pyanfar
You page, "Nevermind." to Pyanfar.
Player Name          On For Idle
Chantal               00:00   9s
Gnome                 00:01   2s
Sapphire              00:03   7s
Pyanfar               00:04   7s
Tempestt              00:05  11s
Kelly                 00:06   5s
Kalika                00:09   3m
Erych                 00:11   0s
Nutty                 00:11   1m
Patti                 00:14   9s
anise                 00:17  38s
Iczer-III             00:19  50s
Nightwind             00:25   1s
Worgfunk              00:40  24s
Louie                 00:45   1m
Ren                   00:58  25s
Margot                01:01   1m
andre_tiger           01:19  49m
Myk                   01:21   1m
li'ir                 01:40  11m
darkfox               01:53  40s
Elena                 02:18   3m
Shaklissko            03:42   9m
Lynx                  03:46   4m
Lochiel               21:10   9m
25 players are connected.
Pyanfar pages:  Pyanfar pages, "So change your character," to you.
Margot says, "The question was, what kind of TinyRelationship do you want
 between Erych and Margot, irrespective of any other 'relationships' we might
 have, VR, RL, or any mix thereof."
Erych would rather not have one between the characters Margot and Erych, to
 tell the truth.
You say, "It's been nagging at me that the relationship between the characters
 doesn't make sense."
Margot cracks her knuckles and slips into character for a little roleplaying.
Pyanfar pages:  Pyanfar pages, "Leave soon, though.." to you.
Erych ughs.  Please don't.
Erych braces himself.
You page, "Ok." to Pyanfar.
Margot slips back out for a sec. "Doesn't make sense? How do you mean?"
Erych has never been attracted to the personality you gave Margot.  He was
 attracted to the personality that slipped through the seams.
Erych recalls you said that Margot would not have dealt with all of this, or
 would have shed a lot more blood during it.
Margot says, "Ok."
Margot says, "Yeah. That's what I was about to attend to..."
You say, "If Margot is now a lot more Shelly-like than you originally planned,
 that's different."
Margot is alomst amused as you scramble to save Erych.
Margot says, "You really like the character, don't you?"
Erych likes what he could have been.
Erych doesn't like what he is.
Erych still hopes he can be the other way.  Vain hopes, maybe.
Margot says, "Fine. I can help..."
Erych wonders why he doesn't like the sound of that.
I don't see that here.
Margot wants to get some of her facts straight first. "Erych is no match for
 Margot, physically. Correct?"
Margot is seven and a half feet of hard, equine flesh. Short, brown hair
 covers her nude, heavily muscled, humanoid body and a mane of long,
 coarse-looking hair runs along the top of her head and back of her neck and
 half way down the middle of her back. Her abnormally large musculature has
 smoothed away the natural curves of her body, giving her an almost masculine
 build. Padlocked around her neck is a short length of chain with thick, rusty
 links.
[Margot has a look-notify program.]
Pyanfar pages:  Pyanfar pages, "Do you want soda, beer , or wine tonite?" to
 you.
Erych umms..
You page, "Hm.  Coke would be fine.  I don't do much alcohol.  I might nab a
 beer, but that would be about it." to Pyanfar.
Erych isn't, no, not by a long shot.  He is strong for what would be a human
 of his height and build, but not as strong as you say Margot is.
Margot says, "Basically what I need to know is if Margot grabbed Erych and
 started pounding him to dust, is there anything at all Erych could do about
 it? (Quick, check the hat for rabbits...)"
You say, "Erm..teleport..."
Margot figured there'd be something like that.
Margot wishes like hell Erych was translated into GURPS.
Pyanfar pages:  Pyanfar pages, "Have to go program, yall ;(" to you and Lynx.
You page, "See ya!" to Pyanfar.
Margot says, "Combat's so difficult to roleplay without rules...*sigh*"
Erych wonders why you want to do this?
Margot stands beside you and hooks her arm around your neck, tugging at you
 chummily. "What's wrong? You said you didn't like what Erych had become..."
Margot eyes your horn.
Erych has most of his friendships that he has left via this character.
Erych blanches.
Player Name          On For Idle
Louie                 00:03  37s
Iczer-III             00:07   7m
Lynn_Onyx             00:09  58s
Chantal               00:14   9m
Kelly                 00:21   1m
Kalika                00:24  14m
Erych                 00:26   0s
Nutty                 00:26   3s
Patti                 00:29   1m
anise                 00:32   6s
Nightwind             00:40  19s
Worgfunk              00:55   4s
Ren                   01:13   8m
Margot                01:16   1m
Myk                   01:36   1m
li'ir                 01:55  26m
darkfox               02:08   1m
Elena                 02:33  54s
Shaklissko            03:57  24m
Lynx                  04:01   3m
Lochiel               21:25   9m
21 players are connected.
Margot licks her lips and pauses for a while in thought.
Margot takes a few deep breaths.
Margot is trying to decide if it would be needlessly cruel to do what she's
 considering.
Margot has a few options, some of which won't involve Erych's death.
Erych listens.
Erych is logging this, incidently, for posterity.
Margot wants your input. Which would you like least, Dead-Erych or
 Living-Erych-Minus.
Erych wonders what is the minus?
Margot says, "Like I said...there's a few options..."
Erych points to his horn. "Cuz if you're talking about minus this, either he
 will die, or it will grow back."
Margot says, "And Erych minus his horn is? A big horse?"
You say, "Like I said.  Unless you know something I don't, it will grow back,
 or he will die."
Margot says, "And can you teleport when your horn's been snapped off?"
Erych dunno.  Probably not.
Margot hmms.
Margot says, "Of course that's not the only thing you can lose..."
Margot wonders if *everything* you have would grow back if it were ripped off.
Erych nods.  Unless he loses his powers.  Which unless done some special way
 he's not aware of is doable only by his death.
Margot hmms.
Erych can either change his attitude, leave, die, or not change at all.  Those
 are the options he sees.  Of course, if he were to do a cliche thing like
 lose his memory..
Margot could probably knock Erych out with a hard enough punch(which might
 even be enough to kill Erych.)
Erych is not really a fighter.
Margot says, "Then there's always ressurection..."
You say, "If someone did I'd be surprised."
Margot says, "I wouldn't..."
Margot slips into character. Nothing personal.
( Are you ready to do this? )
( Will I ever be? )
( *shrug* )
Margot stands in front of you and puts her hands on your shoulders.
Margot looks into your face.
Erych looks back, curiously.
Margot kisses you on the nose. "Would you close your eyes, please?"
Margot smiles sweetly.
Erych cocks his head. "Ok, but why?"
Margot says, "I want to give you something. Something I've wanted to give you
 for a very long time."
Erych looks confused, but he closes his eyes.
Margot takes her right hand off of your shoulder.
Player Name          On For Idle
Theodrinus            00:01  17s
Alacrity              00:05  34s
Iczer-I               00:17  19s
Louie                 00:24   1s
Iczer-III             00:28   7s
Lynn_Onyx             00:30  50s
Kelly                 00:42  18s
Kalika                00:45  35m
Erych                 00:46   0s
Nutty                 00:47  24s
Patti                 00:50   1s
anise                 00:53   5s
Nightwind             01:01   1m
Margot                01:36   2s
Myk                   01:57  18s
li'ir                 02:16  46m
darkfox               02:29   8m
Shaklissko            04:18  39s
Lynx                  04:21   9s
Lochiel               21:45   1s
20 players are connected.
Margot puts her hand on your muzzle and urges you to turn your head to your
 right.
Erych turns it. The curious and confused expressions fight for control of his
 face.
Margot makes a fist, pulls it back, then pistons it into the side of your head
 with all of her strength.
( Whatever that would do to a medium-sized horse, it does to Erych. )
Erych's Private Hideaway(#2752RL)
This appears to be the perfect hideaway for a private conversation.  It is
 comfortable and is well lighted, indirectly, giving the walls and ceiling a
 comforting glow.  The floor is covered with a soft, thick white pile carpet,
 and strewn about are an array of beanbag chairs, cushions, small futons, and
 even a couple of comfortable looking couches.  Off to the east, a door leads
 to Erych's bedroom, and to the north there is a small archway leading, if the
 tile on the floor is any indication, to a small bath.  A ladder in the corner
 leads up to the halfway house, and in another corner a pile of fresh clover
 (where you likely landed when you got here) sits directly beneath a chute
 coming from the ceiling.
[Erych's Private Hideaway has a look-notify program.]
[Erych is in your hideaway!]
Exits: bath  bed  half  out
Contents:
Margot
Sylvia's Memory.
ornate pendant of a panther on a platinum chain(#4219C)
( It would most likey knock the horses head off, or pulverize it. At the very
 least, break the neck. )
Erych's head reels with a sickening *CRACK*, and he flies across the room,
 toppling a couch.
Shaklissko pages:  Shaklissko pages, "Morning!" to you.
Margot walks over to Erych and kneels beside his head.
Haven message and haven bit are now set.
I don't recognize the player named "shak"
You page, ".." to Shaklissko.
You are currently set haven.
You sense that Erych tried to page you, but you are set havened.
Haven message for Erych: Sorry, there's no answer.
Margot rests her knee on Erych's head and grabs his horn with one hand.
You sense that Shaklissko tried to page you, but you are set havened.
You sense that Shaklissko tried to page you, but you are set havened.
Margot yanks upward on the horn, snapping it off, or, more likely, pulling out
 the piece of Erych's skull still attached to it.
( Better get to work on a new description for Erych. )
A 7'3 anthropomorphic unicorn. He is nude, well-muscled, and is covered in
 short white hair. His horn, eighteen inches of spiralling gold, sparkles in
 the light, nearly as brightly as the golden hooves that he stands upon. He
 sports a long, wispy, goatlike beard which is shot through with gold. A small
 pair of hornrimmed glasses perch incongruously upon his long equine muzzle,
 too far from his blue-green eyes to seem to make any difference.
[Erych has a look-notify program.]
[Erych has just looked at you.]
Carrying:
coin
A small satchel on an adjustable belt(#17775)
Button: Backrubs: Given with pleasure, received with ecstasy(#13351)
You sense that Shaklissko tried to page you, but you are set havened.
You sense that Shaklissko tried to page you, but you are set havened.
Description set.
Erych is sprawled out in an unnatural position.  His white equine frame is
 arrayed as a doll tossed aside by a careless child.  His head is lolled to
 the side as if his neck is broken, and where his horn was is a messy hole
 from which blood has pooled onto the carpet.
[Erych has a look-notify program.]
[Erych has just looked at you.]
Carrying:
coin
A small satchel on an adjustable belt(#17775)
Button: Backrubs: Given with pleasure, received with ecstasy(#13351)
Description set.
Erych is described.
Erych's Private Hideaway(#2752RL)
This appears to be the perfect hideaway for a private conversation.  It is
 comfortable and is well lighted, indirectly, giving the walls and ceiling a
 comforting glow.  The floor is covered with a soft, thick white pile carpet,
 and strewn about are an array of beanbag chairs, cushions, small futons, and
 even a couple of comfortable looking couches.  Off to the east, a door leads
 to Erych's bedroom, and to the north there is a small archway leading, if the
 tile on the floor is any indication, to a small bath.  A ladder in the corner
 leads up to the halfway house, and in another corner a pile of fresh clover
 (where you likely landed when you got here) sits directly beneath a chute
 coming from the ceiling.
[Erych's Private Hideaway has a look-notify program.]
[Erych is in your hideaway!]
Exits: bath  bed  half  out
Contents:
Margot
Sylvia's Memory.
ornate pendant of a panther on a platinum chain(#4219C)
pool of blood at Erych's head created with number 19733.
knocked over couch created with number 19734.
You sense that Shaklissko tried to page you, but you are set havened.
Huh?  (Type "help" for help.)
Locked.
You sense that Centaur tried to page you, but you are set havened.
Dropped.
Locked.
Dropped.
You sense that Shaklissko tried to page you, but you are set havened.
Description set.
Description set.
Erych's Private Hideaway(#2752RL)
This appears to be the perfect hideaway for a private conversation.  It is
 comfortable and is well lighted, indirectly, giving the walls and ceiling a
 comforting glow.  The floor is covered with a soft, thick white pile carpet,
 and strewn about are an array of beanbag chairs, cushions, small futons, and
 even a couple of comfortable looking couches.  Off to the east, a door leads
 to Erych's bedroom, and to the north there is a small archway leading, if the
 tile on the floor is any indication, to a small bath.  A ladder in the corner
 leads up to the halfway house, and in another corner a pile of fresh clover
 (where you likely landed when you got here) sits directly beneath a chute
 coming from the ceiling.
[Erych's Private Hideaway has a look-notify program.]
[Erych is in your hideaway!]
Exits: bath  bed  half  out
Contents:
knocked over couch(#19734)
pool of blood at Erych's head(#19733)
Margot
Sylvia's Memory.
ornate pendant of a panther on a platinum chain(#4219C)
( I made Erych's horn, if that's ok. )
Margot is seven and a half feet of hard, equine flesh. Short, brown hair
 covers her nude, heavily muscled, humanoid body and a mane of long,
 coarse-looking hair runs along the top of her head and back of her neck and
 half way down the middle of her back. Her abnormally large musculature has
 smoothed away the natural curves of her body, giving her an almost masculine
 build. Padlocked around her neck is a short length of chain with thick, rusty
 links.
[Margot has a look-notify program.]
Carrying:
Erych's horn
( Guess so )
( Erych's being paged but he is set haven with the message 'there is no
 response' )
( Nice touch. )
( I still don't know how to react to this )
( Who's paging you, anyway? )
( SHaklissko, and Centaur, once. )
 
[  A log of those first few minutes...  ]
Shaterri says, "How... nondescript.  :)"
Shaterri waves.
God says, "Hello"
God says, "Its only day one. :)"
Shaterri says, "Granted..."
God says, "I just created light and all that. :)"
God is a busy man.
God giggles.
Shaterri snorts.

[ Please read the Bulletin Board in the Court Yard for announcments ]

Void(#50RL)
Contents:
skein of wool
You page, "Hi." to Shaklissko.
Player Name          On For Idle
Rathbalt              00:00   0s
Arsenic               01:50   5m
Shaklissko            04:32   3m
3 players are connected.