From: guest@sg1.chem.upenn.edu (Guest Account)
Newsgroups: rec.games.mud.tiny
Subject: centaurmeal.log.2
Date: 13 Oct 92 07:08:31 GMT
Organization: University of Pennsylvania

( your feet in his mouth, y'mean :) )
Tugrik works fast, well, as fast as he can, and works your hindlegs into his
 maw, until he gets to your equine thighs.  This is the hardest part, and it
 comes early.
( Spoofer shuddaps, aware he could be next. )
WhiteSpot's tail twitches.
Tugrik, balancing your heavy back-body, pushes himself up over, bending his
 neck down over as he slowly envelops your rump.  This is hard, and you see
 him wince as his neck and jaw strain wide.
Tugrik finally has it; your hind end is in the base of his throat, your feet
 down his neck, and his mouth is stretched to envelop your entire torso's
 circumference.  
Tugrik finds himself wishing he was bigger, but knows he can do this.
( He will be...he will be... )
Tugrik walks backwards, semi-dragging you to an upright position, letting him
 straighten his neck (and the legs inside it) out straight, for the run into
 the body.
WhiteSpot twitches the legs within you, still an automatic reaction.
Tugrik *choff choff* works slowly at this width, but steadily, swallowing you
 down.  He can feel your breathing as your rbcage starts to be taken in.
Tugrik is glad thta he knocked you out extra hard at the end... it normallyd
 oesn't las this long, and prey sometimes awakesn, and has to be spat out
 painfully and re-konked, or killed.
WhiteSpot's head lolls a bit, perhaps from the motion of your head as it
 swallows.
Tugrik, within a short time, has you up to your front-hips (equine forelegs)
 inside him, your body bulging his neck immensely, rump just entering his
 ribcage, feet dangling inside his belly that is ALREADY churning very hard,
 in anticipation.
Tugrik has you far enough in it doesn't matter anymore, and is less worried.
WhiteSpot's head moves a little more, and he makes a low moan.
( *This* has got to be a picture and a half. )
Tugrik's swallowing pulls you back in a *LURCH*, forcing your forelegs up, and
 your human torso down, as your fore-hips get pulled into his maw.
WhiteSpot grunts, the motion seems to bring him around a bit more.  "...wh..."
Tugrik strains very hard... as soon as the thick equine body is past the back
 of his mouth, you just *slide* down, taperingly... he gulps hard, and it goes
 slow...
WhiteSpot turns at the hips and blearilly blinks at you.
Tugrik hasn't QUITE got you there yet, still working on those forehips...
 aaaiguh. *GULP* *shove*... he winces.
WhiteSpot starts to struggle a bit, as he notices most of his body is IN
 you...
Tugrik gets it, and you feel yourself being tugged back with another short
 *shove*.  His jaw comes back together at the joits, as the huge bulge of your
 forehips are now in his throat, and he only has to keep his mouth around a
 human torso and forelegs now.
Tugrik hodsl you there for a moment, resting from the swallowing, not quite
 ready for the feeling of a huge bulged belly without a moment of rest. you're
 not going anywhere. Tug breathes through his nose, which you feel against
 your back.
Tugrik is also letting his body salivate down his throat, lubricatingly, for
 the last swallow.  It's painful to shove you into the belly if you don't
 slide easily.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik nudges. Net...?" to you.
WhiteSpot gathers himself, and *kicks*
You whisper, "WhiteSpot was logging, went 1000 lines, which takes a whiiiiile.
  All set now." to Tugrik.
Tugrik's body has you clamped down so thight, you can barely breathe.  You're
 not in any pounch, you're in a tube of muscle, all of it gripping solidly. 
 Your KICK turns into a strain, that nearly gets you pulled down a bit.
Tugrik feels you struggling, realizes you must be waking up, and prepares for
 the last bit.
WhiteSpot grunts.  He loses his last bit of 'cool', and begins to wail.
Tugrik swallows.  A single muscular motion.  It pulls you down, all the way to
 your neck, and you can feel your hindquarters getting entry into the t'corn's
 churning belly.
Tugrik just lets you slip back, slowly.
WhiteSpot kicks again, his hind end free...
Tugrik *OOOFS*, and reflexively swallows hard.  you get *CRAMMED* into his
 throat, lightsout.
Tugrik closes his mouth fully, and spreads his hindlegs wide for better
 stance.. and swallows *hard*, trying to shove you completely in.
WhiteSpot struggles, and screams...his hind hooves beatbeatbeat as much as
 they can.
Tugrik works the bulge that _was_ a centaur down, wincing at the pain of rthe
 struggling, until it finally dissappears into his chest, his neck no longer
 swollen.
( Does Tug like it better if they're awake for that last part? )
Tugrik's body does the rest on its own, cramming you into his belly, as he
 slowly walks around to loosen up.
Tugrik licks his lips, and *shakeshakes* his head and neck.
_________________________________
|                          /\/  |      Shaded from a deep indigo blue below,
|    __----_              / /   | to a metallic cobalt blue sheen above, you
|--~~      ,T=_          /\/    | see the 2350lb, 21hh unicorn named Tugrik.
|  _-_   ,'/|  `-.  /\  / /     | Built like a draft horse, but with a torso
|-~     / /' |    `V  |/\/      | much longer,  and an even longer  ropelike
|      (  (  |      \Y/ /       | tail,  he takes up a rather decent  amount 
|,      \_|/~ ~-_    \ /        | of airspace.  His hooves are actually six-
|        >'      ~=__ Y         | fingered hands  curled up to walk on,  and 
|  ,    /      `-_  ,~=`        | his left foreleg knee has markings showing
| /    /        \'*~)  `.       | where the metal of a biomechanic leg brace
|/    {          `='     `\     | used to be.  His wide grin shows the teeth
|  ,  /|                   \    | of an omnivore, and his mane goes down  to
| /  { \                 .  `\  | kneelength if  he doesn't  keep it brushed
|}   /~=`-_         ,.   (~)  ( | back. The backs of his legs, the underside
|   /     T~~T-=-_   \`\_ ~  /  | of his tail, and all four feet have such a
|  }      \ /     ~-_ \__~~/~   | large amount of sky blue hair on them that
|  |       Y         ~~--~~     | you can't  see his feet  well if he stands
|  |        \                   | still. Flexible like a cat, he can recline
|__|_________\__________________| on his haunches to free up his forehands.
 
Property set.
Property set.
Shaded like a cobalt blue twilight sky, a slightly shaggy and overtly large
unicorn stands before you.  The overall look may be equine, but a few major
differences are apparent... foremost, the length of his torso and tail.  
Even though he is built like the 'stretch-limo' of draft horses, he appears
rather bulged out from _very_ good hunting this past day.... yes, he's an 
omnivore, and hunter.  His walk is a little awkward when this full. 
 Currently,
he's about 21HH at the shoulder, and upwards of 2350lbs.  
 
Upon closer inspection, the rest of his differences from standard-genre' 
unicorns are apparent: sixfingered hands curled up to walk upon like hooves,
larger muzzle, rope-like tail that is longer than his body and prehensile,
 very
thick neck, cat-jointed legs instead of equine back-knee'd, and extreme 
flexibility.  Add in his silly, toothy grin and that's what a Tug looks like.
 
[Tugrik has a L-N program.]
( Did you see the Q? )
Tugrik                 stallion   Unicorn (Techni'corn, 21hh, 2400lbs)
WhiteSpot              -unknown-  -unknown-
I don't recognize the player named "heather"
Shaded like a cobalt blue twilight sky, a slightly shaggy and overtly large
unicorn stands before you.  The overall look may be equine, but a few major
differences are apparent... foremost, the length of his torso and tail.  
Even though he is built like the 'stretch-limo' of draft horses, he appears
rather bulged out from _very_ good hunting this past day.... yes, he's an 
omnivore, and hunter.  His walk is a little awkward when this full. 
 Currently,
he's about 21HH at the shoulder, and upwards of 2350lbs.  
 
Upon closer inspection, the rest of his differences from standard-genre' 
unicorns are apparent: sixfingered hands curled up to walk upon like hooves,
larger muzzle, rope-like tail that is longer than his body and prehensile,
 very
thick neck, cat-jointed legs instead of equine back-knee'd, and extreme 
flexibility.  Add in his silly, toothy grin and that's what a Tug looks like.
 
[Tugrik has a L-N program.]
Player Name           On For Idle
Ashtoreth              00:08  27s 
Lester                 00:19   1m 
Chris                  00:22   2m 
Geobardi               00:25  11s 
Jade                   00:29  41s 
Trev                   00:32   2m 
Nabarlek               00:33  21s 
WhiteFire              00:42   9m 
FlashCat               00:42  10s 
WhiteSpot              00:44   0s 
Lara                   00:56  30s 
Tesla                  01:12   2m 
Adrienne               01:14  17s 
Erissa                 01:23  46s 
Riplet                 01:25  34s 
Rawn                   01:28   1m 
Treatment              01:32   1s 
xox                    01:32  22s 
Cuddles                01:35  10s 
Kit                    01:37  52s 
Andre_Tiger            01:37  39s 
Cory                   01:41  24m 
Andre                  01:42   2s 
Sherry                 01:43   1m 
Lazuli                 01:43   2m 
Grussen                01:43   1m 
Sataran                01:46   8s 
Lynn_Onyx              01:46  15m 
Ryell                  01:47  34s 
Kendri                 01:47  22s 
Fatima                 01:51  24s 
Devin                  01:54  14s 
Hatch                  01:55  41s 
Foster                 01:55   2s 
Synelene               01:56  11s 
Arysen                 01:56   3s 
Rufus                  01:56  41s 
Kelly                  01:57  47s 
Kimi                   01:57   1m 
Felix                  02:04   1m 
BoingDragon            02:12  30s 
Nightwind              02:25  14s 
Panther                02:28   1m 
Smarasderagd           02:40  11m 
Tugrik                 02:41   8s*
pi                     02:53  30s 
Shadow                 03:02   8m 
DesertRose             03:04  35s 
Luagha                 03:37   1m 
Points                 03:42  26s 
Priss                  04:06   6m 
Groffer                04:55  10m 
Taisia                 06:38  14m 
ErmaFelna              07:57  24s 
Squirrelly             08:11   1m 
ArchTeryx              09:45   4m 
56 players are connected.
Tugrik                 stallion   Unicorn (Techni'corn, 21hh, 2400lbs)
WhiteSpot              -unknown-  -unknown-
Stymnus has no messages waiting.
( Tug? )
Player Name           On For Idle
Tugrik                 02:43   6s*
55 players are connected.
Shaded like a cobalt blue twilight sky, a slightly shaggy and overtly large
unicorn stands before you.  The overall look may be equine, but a few major
differences are apparent... foremost, the length of his torso and tail.  
Tugrik is 21hh (about 7' at the shoulder), and is extremely wide in stature;
a walking wall of muscle, nearly.  However, even more so today, he is HUGE.
His midsection is bulged out so badly it nears any taller grass on the ground,
with a width to match, to the point where he probably can't walk thru doorways
well.   He is an omnivore, and a hunter... and appears to have just eaten
very well. Matter of fact, he can eat a good third or more of his own 
bodyweight, and seemingly _has_.
 
 
[Tugrik has a L-N program.]
Tugrik (updates @desc)
Shaded like a cobalt blue twilight sky, a slightly shaggy and overtly large
unicorn stands before you.  The overall look may be equine, but a few major
differences are apparent... foremost, the length of his torso and tail.  
Tugrik is 21hh (about 7' at the shoulder), and is extremely wide in stature;
a walking wall of muscle, nearly.  However, even more so today, he is HUGE.
His midsection is bulged out so badly it nears any taller grass on the ground,
with a width to match, to the point where he probably can't walk thru doorways
well.   He is an omnivore, and a hunter... and appears to have just eaten
very well. Matter of fact, he can eat a good third or more of his own 
bodyweight, and seemingly _has_.
 
 
Tugrik is normally 2400lbs or so, but appears to be over 3000, mabye 3300.  
The huge bulge in him appears to have been the size of AT LEAST a small 
centaur.
[Tugrik has a L-N program.]
WhiteSpot chuckles at the hint in the last paragraph.
WhiteSpot would, that is.
Tugrik's body has you packed in tight.  Tug stands still, with an OBVIOUS look
 of "AaaAAAaaah" on his face.
( You're going to get a rep for liking centaurs. )
Tugrik didn't belch right, it seems, and looks uncomfy at a decent quantity of
 air surrounding yoru irregular shape in his stomach.
( Does Tug like the prey alive and *awake*, or would he prefer it stay
 unconscious, outside of the pain the stuggles give... )
WhiteSpot is still alive?
Tugrik (yes. you only jus tgot swallowed, not digested...yet.)
WhiteSpot is still wriggling inside of you..
Tugrik DOES like that feeling, and sits back on his haunches, distributing his
 new weight better.
( What is that like? )
WhiteSpot is wriggling with mixed intensity...his body is weakening, but
 adreneiline is keeping him pumped up.
( Drink a lot of water, and then eat a swallowable-sized fish sometime, like
 college pranksters used to do in goldfish eating contests. The dull
 'thumping' you get would prolly be similar. )
Tugrik finds, due to your odd shape, there is a 'gap' in there of decent size.
 Either tug has to wait until his stomach crushes you up, or find somethign
 else to eat (smaller) that fits.  
( Not sure that would be safe, I tend to have difficulty swallowing even pills
 lately. )
Tugrik cannot run worth a hoot pre-digestion like this, or he'd hunt down a
 human or recom.
( Suggestion? )
Tugrik lowers his neck, and tries to belch, but due to the shape he can't
 expel the air; he only ends up opening the channel of his throat to the
 outside a moment, refreshing your air.
To see which wizards are connected, type 'wizzes'.

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Ledge(#37435RLC)
You are on a large ledge worn smooth by many dragon landings.  Before you is
 the entrance to a large cavern.  It looks warm and inviting.  Behind you, you
 look out over a beautiful valley.  It is rather windy as you are high on a
 mountain.
Contents:
Kiri
Standing 6'3 in bare feet, distressed 501's, and a pink tank top, Chrys looks
 at you through round glasses.  He could probably do with a shave, having the
 day's stubble on his face.  His brown hair refuses to stay combed, and though
 it is shoulder length it tries to curl away from his shoulders, stubbornly. 
 He grins at you, and his greenish-blue eyes sparkle as he looks shyly your
 way.
[Chrys just looked at you!]
Private Place(#32742RLJ)
A small clearing
Contents:
Tugrik
Action created with number 50295 and attached.
Linked to Private Place(#32742RLJ).
Private Place(#32742RLJ)
A small clearing
Contents:
Tugrik
WhiteSpot
You found a penny!
Tugrik gets back to his feet, and starts walking. Maybe he'll find something.
Tugrik offers to carry you. 'hopon Tugrik' to accept.
Chrys has arrived.
Tugrik whispers, ""type 'ride tugrik'"" to you.
Huh?  (Type "help" for help.)
[Tugrik just looked at you!]
Huh?  (Type "help" for help.)
WhiteSpot can't seem to ride or hop on you.
WhiteSpot can't seem to ride or hop on you.
Tugrik shakes his mane and snorts quietly.
Chrys will be someone you find, if you wish.  Unless you had another idea.
Tugrik shakes his mane and snorts quietly.
Tugrik whispers, "try now." to you.
Chrys will be someone you find, if you wish.  Unless you had another idea.
You scramble up on Tugrik.
Tugrik wants to walk around a moment. :)
WhiteSpot scrambles up on Tugrik.
Tugrik wants to walk around a moment. :)
Tugrik uses the new 'ride' MUF to tote his belly's contents around.
Chrys will wait here, if you decide.
Tugrik uses the new 'ride' MUF to tote his belly's contents around.
Chrys will wait here, if you decide.
Private Place(#32742RLJ)
A small clearing
Contents:
Chrys
Tugrik
You aren't carrying anything.
You have 938 pennies.
Shaded like a cobalt blue twilight sky, a slightly shaggy and overtly large
unicorn stands before you.  The overall look may be equine, but a few major
differences are apparent... foremost, the length of his torso and tail.  
Tugrik is 21hh (about 7' at the shoulder), and is extremely wide in stature;
a walking wall of muscle, nearly.  However, even more so today, he is HUGE.
His midsection is bulged out so badly it nears any taller grass on the ground,
with a width to match, to the point where he probably can't walk thru doorways
well.   He is an omnivore, and a hunter... and appears to have just eaten
very well. Matter of fact, he can eat a good third or more of his own 
bodyweight, and seemingly _has_.
 
 
Tugrik is normally 2400lbs or so, but appears to be over 3000, mabye 3300.  
The huge bulge in him appears to have been the size of AT LEAST a small 
centaur.
[Tugrik has a L-N program.]
Tugrik concentrates, and teleports home...
Tugrik has left.
Tugrik whispers, "be wandering aroudn the mountaintop. go there. :)" to you.
Tugrik concentrates, and teleports home...
Tugrik has left.
WhiteSpot has left.
Huh?  (Type "help" for help.)
Huh?  (Type "help" for help.)
Huh?  (Type "help" for help.)
You move along with Tugrik.
Moonview: Set(#36831RL)
You are standing on the edge of an impressive sight.  The Moonview is a large
flatstone area, a point overhanging the tallest cliff on the South face of the
mountain range; the side the moon sets on.  The streets, with the round park
and pond in their center... the myriad of buildings, the surrounding green
countryside... the whole of the land known as Furry is visible from this 
lofty vantage point, albeit at a distance.
 
These large, unnamed mountains run in a chain from East to West, like a 
definate edge to the temperate climate of the lands of Furry. Away from
the sheer edge of the Moonview, a nexus of trails leads off.
 
South is the head of Unicorn's Run, the hooftrodden downhill path.
East, a trail leads to a tower perched on the mountain's ridge.
West, a well groomed rock path leads towards an enclosed space, of which
  you can see the edge of an oriental rock garden peeking out.
North is the widest trail, leading over a short rise and out of sight, but 
  the glint of a structure can be barely seen.
NorthWest a smaller hooftrail leads over the same rise, to Riss' Run.
Contents:
Tugrik
Tugrik carries in WhiteSpot.
I don't see that here.
I don't see that here.
Huh?  (Type "help" for help.)
Chrys(#17043PKBJ)  Pennies: 3950  
Type: PLAYER  Flags: KILL_OK BUILDER JUMP_OK
@6800 Standing 6'3 in bare feet, distressed 501's, and a pink tank top, Chrys
 looks at you through round glasses.  He could probably do with a shave,
 having the day's stubble on his face.  His brown hair refuses to stay combed,
 and though it is shoulder length it tries to curl away from his shoulders,
 stubbornly.  He grins at you, and his greenish-blue eyes sparkle as he looks
 shyly your way.
Key: *UNLOCKED*
Created:  Sat Apr 11 22:19:15 GMT+9:00 1992
Modified: Wed Aug 12 03:32:12 GMT+9:00 1992
Lastused: Wed Aug 12 03:33:14 GMT+9:00 1992
Usecount: 1
[ Use 'examine <object>=/' to list root properties. ]
Home: Under the Bandstand(#2RLDJH)
Location: Private Place(#32742RLJ)
Actions/exits:
gopriv(#50295E)
gocaves(#37502E)
Ledge(#37435RLC)
You are on a large ledge worn smooth by many dragon landings.  Before you is
 the entrance to a large cavern.  It looks warm and inviting.  Behind you, you
 look out over a beautiful valley.  It is rather windy as you are high on a
 mountain.
Contents:
Kiri
Permission denied.
Action created with number 50298 and attached.
Linked to Under the Bandstand(#2RLDJH).
Under the Bandstand(#2RLDJH)
You find yourself in an area dark but for the light that streams through the
 cracks between the boards of the bandstand floor above you.  You smell the
 dusty, crumbly smell of the leaves of many autumns past, hear and feel the
 rustling of the leaves below you, and also seem to feel objects within the
 leaves.  Light pours through a gap between the side of the bandstand and the
 ground, where the earth looks recently disturbed.
Treatment squirms out into the park.
You squirm out from under the bandstand, blinking in the sunlight.
A voice tells you, "If you still are living under here, you will be toaded.
 Please find a home elsewhere. Ask a wizard for help."
West Corner of The Park
This corner of the Park has a few shrubs and bushes. The main feature is a
 huge wooden bandstand, painted white, and surrounded by a roughly fan-shaped
 arrangement of wooden folding chairs, for furries to sit upon while listening
 to the band or just chatting. The lawn slopes down to the shore of the pond,
 which is to the east.
The Park spreads to the north and south. There are trees to either of those
 directions, the southern part having thicker woods with a narrow trail
 meandering into them. To the west, you can see pavement and make out some
 movement; you are looking at Cougar Boulevard. You can also see a narrow gap
 between the side of the bandstand and the ground, letting onto darkness.
Contents:
Treatment
Smarasderagd
a thermos
FlashCat
Lester
jug
Geobardi
BoingDragon
Bulletin Board
BoingDragon mutters some mystical words, and gestures towards Geobardi, who
 suddenly sprouts a tremendous pair of moose antlers and says, "Hey Rocky!
 Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat!"
You stroll past the bandstand and end up on...
East Cougar Boulevard
The cobblestones of Cougar Boulevard are jumbled and cracked, quite different
 from the main streets in other parts of town. The boulevard leads to the
 west, and ends abruptly to the east, giving way to the outskirts of The Park.
 To the south is a large rough wooden dwelling which serves as the FurryMUCK
 Halfway House, a shelter for homeless furries.
To the north is a predominantly red fast food restaurant which several Health
 Department inspectors are vainly trying to barricade, to little effect. This
 is the FurryMUCK Krystal's restaurant.
Contents:
statue of Ken Cougar
You step onto the stepdisc and appear to the east of The Park.
West Fox Terrace
This is the extreme western end of Fox Terrace. You can see a large grey
 marble structure to the north, the Palazzo Feldhyser, which rapidly nears
 completion. To the south is a verdant grove of trees, and nestled in its
 depths is a comfortable-looking house.
To the west is The Park; Fox Terrace extends to the east, and at your feet is
 a glossy white stepdisc.
Contents:
statue of Eric Blumrich
You found a penny!
You step onto the stepdisc and appear farther along Fox Terrace.
Fox Terrace Intersection
This is the first intersection along Fox Terrace; Stoat Street proceeds north
 and south from here.  Lynn_Onyx's house is beyond a gate to the northwest,
 and Uriel's Tower stands imposingly to the southeast beyond a flagstone
 archway.  A pathway leads into deep jungle to the southwest as well.
In the center of this relaxed intersection is a very large maple tree,
 containing a huge treehouse. At your feet is a glossy white stepdisc.
Contents:
A carved oaken sign reading: How to get to Igen Weyr
You walk further east along Fox Terrace.
Eastern Fox Terrace
Fox Terrace continues.  To the east, a magnificent suspension bridge extends
 out over a loop of Pounce's River.  Omaha's duplex lies to the south, and
 Guiliam's cabin to the southeast.  The north side of the Terrace touches the
 edge of a mountain range, which looms up impossibly high and stretches away
 to the northeast.  A hoof-trodden trail winds its way up northward.
You walk north off of Fox Terrace, and towards the mountains.  After a while,
 you are at their base... and start climbing up the hooftrodden trail.
Unicorn's Run
You are standing on a solidly packed dirt path that winds up the mountainside.
Twists and turns, around boulders and through rockwalled crevices, have taken
you to this point, halfway up the slope.  Here the path widens, in a form of
resting spot for the remainder of the climb, which is no less a challenge as
the terrain already passed.  Your view is obstructed by the rock walls around 
you, and the soft trickle of a hidden waterfall can be heard somwhere nearby.
 
North ascends the mountain path, towards the lofty heights at their peaks.
South heads downslope, out of the mountains.
Contents:
Note for Tugrik
Tugrik comes home.  Aaaah.
Tugrik goes to get a drink at the Run.
Tugrik walks up the path to the Northwest, and over the ridge to Riss' Run.
Tugrik has left.
You move along with Tugrik.
Riss' Run
Riss' Run is a hidden valley of soft green grass. Nestled between the mountain
 ridge to the south and a curved rock outcropping extending from the east side
 of the valley  along to the north, then west until it meets again with the
 mountain ridge. The Run is a quiet secluded spot where Furrys may come and
 relax. The lush green carpet of grass is broken only at the mountain ridge
 wall to the southwest where a pool of water is fed from a hot spring that
 bubbles from the wall. To the northwest and west is the wider field of Riss'
 Run. To the southeast is the path leading up over the mountain ridge. All is
 very still here, owing to the lateness of the hour. The moon is down, the
 stars shine brightly in the night sky, and a mild chill has settled on the
 field.
Contents:
Tugrik
Sign on wall
Tugrik carries in WhiteSpot.
Tugrik moves to the southwest and the pool's edge.
Tugrik has left.
You move along with Tugrik.
At Spring
You stand at the northern edge of a pool of warm water about 3 feet deep and
 12 feet across. The pool is fed by a hot spring bubbling from the mountain
 ridge rising at the southern edge of the pool. Soft green grass surrounds the
 pool, and spreads back to the north and northeast. On the western edge of the
 pool is a dirt area, marked by many hoof and paw prints, that extends to the
 north and west valley walls. The cool night air meets the warm air around the
 pool to form a mist that rolls along the ground.
Contents:
Tugrik
You found a penny!
Tugrik carries in WhiteSpot.
Tugrik moves south down in to the wonderfuly relaxing water.
Tugrik has left.
You move along with Tugrik.
Hot Spring
You lounge in a refreshing pool of warm water. Fresh hot water tumbles down
 the mountain wall to your south. The pool grows more shallow up to the grassy
 edge to the north, and the bare area to the northwest. The stars shine
 brightly in the clear night sky above you. A thin mist rolls across the
 surface of the pool.
Contents:
Tugrik
Tugrik carries in WhiteSpot.
Tugrik stands in the water, and takes a small drink.
Tugrik tries to burp again, but only ends up refreshing the air.
You sense that Tugrik is looking for you in Hot Spring.
Tugrik pages:  In a page-pose to you, Tugrik eeps.
Tugrik pages:  Tugrik whickers [Can @tel you if you want...] to you, from a
 distance.
You hike northwards, up the slope, through the twists and turns of the path
 created by the hooves of the unicorns that live here.
Moonview: Set(#36831RL)
You are standing on the edge of an impressive sight.  The Moonview is a large
flatstone area, a point overhanging the tallest cliff on the South face of the
mountain range; the side the moon sets on.  The streets, with the round park
and pond in their center... the myriad of buildings, the surrounding green
countryside... the whole of the land known as Furry is visible from this 
lofty vantage point, albeit at a distance.
 
These large, unnamed mountains run in a chain from East to West, like a 
definate edge to the temperate climate of the lands of Furry. Away from
the sheer edge of the Moonview, a nexus of trails leads off.
 
South is the head of Unicorn's Run, the hooftrodden downhill path.
East, a trail leads to a tower perched on the mountain's ridge.
West, a well groomed rock path leads towards an enclosed space, of which
  you can see the edge of an oriental rock garden peeking out.
North is the widest trail, leading over a short rise and out of sight, but 
  the glint of a structure can be barely seen.
NorthWest a smaller hooftrail leads over the same rise, to Riss' Run.
You walk northwest, and up the small slope. It continues along the ridge,
 providing a majestic view of both sides of the mountain range, and then dips
 unexpectedly in to a peaceful, hidden mountaintop valley.
Riss' Run
Riss' Run is a hidden valley of soft green grass. Nestled between the mountain
 ridge to the south and a curved rock outcropping extending from the east side
 of the valley  along to the north, then west until it meets again with the
 mountain ridge. The Run is a quiet secluded spot where Furrys may come and
 relax. The lush green carpet of grass is broken only at the mountain ridge
 wall to the southwest where a pool of water is fed from a hot spring that
 bubbles from the wall. To the northwest and west is the wider field of Riss'
 Run. To the southeast is the path leading up over the mountain ridge. All is
 very still here, owing to the lateness of the hour. The moon is down, the
 stars shine brightly in the night sky, and a mild chill has settled on the
 field.
Contents:
Sign on wall
You move to the pool's edge.
At Spring
You stand at the northern edge of a pool of warm water about 3 feet deep and
 12 feet across. The pool is fed by a hot spring bubbling from the mountain
 ridge rising at the southern edge of the pool. Soft green grass surrounds the
 pool, and spreads back to the north and northeast. On the western edge of the
 pool is a dirt area, marked by many hoof and paw prints, that extends to the
 north and west valley walls. The cool night air meets the warm air around the
 pool to form a mist that rolls along the ground.
You move down in to the wonderfully relaxing water.
Hot Spring
You lounge in a refreshing pool of warm water. Fresh hot water tumbles down
 the mountain wall to your south. The pool grows more shallow up to the grassy
 edge to the north, and the bare area to the northwest. The stars shine
 brightly in the clear night sky above you. A thin mist rolls across the
 surface of the pool.
Contents:
WhiteSpot
Tugrik
Chrys ahhhhhs.  "Hi there.."
Chrys moves in to the pool from the northern edge.
Chrys has arrived.
Chrys ahhhhhs.  "Hi there.."
Tugrik stands there, in the water (only 3' deep), bulged out, and whickers a
 greeting ot the human he sees, nonchalantly.
Tugrik stands there, in the water (only 3' deep), bulged out, and whickers a
 greeting ot the human he sees, nonchalantly.
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normal: (string) Silvery coat seeming to almost shimmer, wisps of his
 midnight-blue mane blowing in the breeze, Argiente Calliphean regards you. 
 He is a Wanderer, a traveller of places from here to forever.  He does not
 travel upon boots, his golden hooves remain unshod but well-kept.  He is tall
 but not towering, regal in his own fashion but not arrogant.  %sub[normal2]
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 mid-thigh.  And, lest we not forget, a Unicorn would not be complete without
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19 properties listed.
Chrys could be mean and change to his Argiente desc, but nah.
Tugrik kicks at his belly with a hind-knee absentmindedly, as it appears to
 move.
Chrys blinks..
Shaded like a cobalt blue twilight sky, a slightly shaggy and overtly large
unicorn stands before you.  The overall look may be equine, but a few major
differences are apparent... foremost, the length of his torso and tail.  
Tugrik is 21hh (about 7' at the shoulder), and is extremely wide in stature;
a walking wall of muscle, nearly.  However, even more so today, he is HUGE.
His midsection is bulged out so badly it nears any taller grass on the ground,
with a width to match, to the point where he probably can't walk thru doorways
well.   He is an omnivore, and a hunter... and appears to have just eaten
very well. Matter of fact, he can eat a good third or more of his own 
bodyweight, and seemingly _has_.
 
 
Tugrik is normally 2400lbs or so, but appears to be over 3000, mabye 3300.  
The huge bulge in him appears to have been the size of AT LEAST a small 
centaur.
Chrys looks you over.  "My...what happened to you?"
Chrys could be mean and change to his Argiente desc, but nah.
Tugrik kicks at his belly with a hind-knee absentmindedly, as it appears to
 move.
Chrys blinks..
Chrys looks you over.  "My...what happened to you?"
Tugrik plods over to you, shaking his head and mane, relaxedly.
Tugrik plods over to you, shaking his head and mane, relaxedly.
WhiteSpot wriggles a bit.
WhiteSpot wriggles a bit.
Tugrik Ate too much, Chrys.
Chrys wows.  "I've seen horses overeat, but never this much..."
Tugrik Ate too much, Chrys.
Chrys wows.  "I've seen horses overeat, but never this much..."
Tugrik, now close, casually picks you up with his two forehands, sitting back
 on his haunches.
Tugrik puts you in his mouth, headfirst.
Chrys blinks, "Hey..."
Tugrik, his neck just now stretched with such a big eating, has you in his
 throat in almos tno time, up to your hips.
Chrys cries, "Waitaminute!  Stop....mmmmphh!!"
Tugrik Swallows you in all of two gulps.  One to shove you in, the other to
 shove you *DOWN*.  *fumf*.  you snug up against a still alive, and stillc
 onscious, whitespot.
Humans make good eating, hm?
Tugrik, now close, casually picks you up with his two forehands, sitting back
 on his haunches.
Tugrik puts you in his mouth, headfirst.
Chrys blinks, "Hey..."
Tugrik, his neck just now stretched with such a big eating, has you in his
 throat in almos tno time, up to your hips.
Chrys cries, "Waitaminute!  Stop....mmmmphh!!"
Tugrik Swallows you in all of two gulps.  One to shove you in, the other to
 shove you *DOWN*.  *fumf*.  you snug up against a still alive, and stillc
 onscious, whitespot.
Humans make good eating, hm?
( :nods. shaped right, right size. )
( :nods. shaped right, right size. )
Tugrik *burrps*, expelling air, but not all of it.  He can't get rid of all of
 it until he digests some.
Tugrik *burrps*, expelling air, but not all of it.  He can't get rid of all of
 it until he digests some.

Tugrik takes another, somewhat small, drink.
Tugrik takes another, somewhat small, drink.
WhiteSpot kicks at the newcomer, injuring him.
WhiteSpot kicks at the newcomer, injuring him.
Tug thinks nothing of it?
Chrys struggles right alongside WhiteSpot!
Chrys cries anew, in pain..
Tug thinks nothing of it?
Chrys struggles right alongside WhiteSpot!
Chrys cries anew, in pain..
Tugrik's belly is tough, solid, and smooth. Kicks are dull bludgeons, that
 while they are uncomfy, aren't painful with tha tmuch flesh in the way.
Tugrik's belly is tough, solid, and smooth. Kicks are dull bludgeons, that
 while they are uncomfy, aren't painful with tha tmuch flesh in the way.
Tugrik rolls over onto his back, on the grass, and streeeeeeetches out.
Tugrik rolls over onto his back, on the grass, and streeeeeeetches out.
WhiteSpot and Chrys both make the bulge in your belly dance.
Shaded like a cobalt blue twilight sky, a slightly shaggy and overtly large
unicorn stands before you.  The overall look may be equine, but a few major
differences are apparent... foremost, the length of his torso and tail.  
Tugrik is 21hh (about 7' at the shoulder), and is extremely wide in stature;
a walking wall of muscle, nearly.  However, even more so today, he is HUGE.
His midsection is bulged out so badly it nears any taller grass on the ground,
with a width to match, to the point where he probably can't walk thru doorways
well.   He is an omnivore, and a hunter... and appears to have just eaten
very well. Matter of fact, he can eat a good third or more of his own 
bodyweight, and seemingly _has_.
 
 
Tugrik is normally 2400lbs or so, but appears to be over 3000, mabye 3300.  
The huge bulge in him appears to have been the size of AT LEAST a small 
centaur.
[Tugrik has a L-N program.]
Tugrik's midriff, sensing both motion, and tug's immobility, kicks digestion
 into high gear.  It dumps a have-been-building-for-a-while LARGE batch of
 digestive fluids into the stomach, and starts churning, hard.
WhiteSpot's and Chrys' mutual screams are cut garglingly short.
Tugrik lays still, grimacing slightly at this part, remembering good day swhen
 Taryn was around to give him a tummyrub.
WhiteSpot and Chrys both make the bulge in your belly dance.
Tugrik's midriff, sensing both motion, and tug's immobility, kicks digestion
 into high gear.  It dumps a have-been-building-for-a-while LARGE batch of
 digestive fluids into the stomach, and starts churning, hard.
WhiteSpot's and Chrys' mutual screams are cut garglingly short.
Tugrik lays still, grimacing slightly at this part, remembering good day swhen
 Taryn was around to give him a tummyrub.

Come back later!

Chrys has disconnected.
Property set.
Heather, almost on cue, wanders in.
This young female centaur has barely matured, but she has the manner of one
 who has never bred.  She has the full features of a mature specimin, but is
 still a little on the small side, her body being a shade smaller than an
 adult.  Her long, blonde hair does much to cover her otherwise bare upper
 torso, her chestnut flanks shine with the light, and her gaze is almost
 teasing, as mares are wont to do at this age.
[Heather has a L-N program.]
[Heather just looked at you!]
Tugrik (OOC: Mandy is on.  Let's see how a 3rd person reacts to this. :)
Tugrik (and... bad move.  My RL sister is 'heather'. Wrong name to pick. :)
[Tugrik just looked at you!]
Property set.
WhiteSpot changes back.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik Will get to you, when mandy is gone, in female form.
 :)" to you.
You whisper, "WhiteSpot grins.  You'll enjoy that, won't ye?" to Tugrik.
Just shy of puberty, WhiteSpot is a young centaur.  His human torso is tanned
 and still lithe, only barely beginning to fill out.  Below, where it becomes
 equine, the flesh is just as lean but well muscled, his coat onyx-black save
 for the saddle-like patch of white across his back that gave him his name. 
 His hooves are black as well, and somewhat polished, he is as yet not fully
 disciplined at keeping them shiny.  His hair is grown fairly long, and is
 tied behind his head in a second tail, the same coal-black as his tail and
 the line of mane running down his dual backs.  His eyes, an indefinite
 blue-green, lift to meet your gaze, his hooves dance nervously -- apparantly
 WhiteSpot is a bit skitterish.
[WhiteSpot has a L-N program.]
[WhiteSpot just looked at you!]
Tugrik pagepages mandy.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik shows her how to get here." to you.
[Tugrik just looked at you!]
You whisper, "Was good, btw?" to Tugrik.
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 manner of one who has never bred.  She has the full features of a mature
 specimin, but is still a little on the small side, her body being a shade
 smaller than an adult.  Her long, blonde hair does much to cover her
 otherwise bare upper torso, her chestnut flanks shine with the light, and her
 gaze is almost teasing, as mares are wont to do at this age.
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normal: (string) Just shy of puberty, WhiteSpot is a young centaur.  His human
 torso is tanned and still lithe, only barely beginning to fill out.  Below,
 where it becomes equine, the flesh is just as lean but well muscled, his coat
 onyx-black save for the saddle-like patch of white across his back that gave
 him his name.  His hooves are black as well, and somewhat polished, he is as
 yet not fully disciplined at keeping them shiny.  %sub[normal2]
normal2: (string) His hair is grown fairly long, and is tied behind his head
 in a second tail, the same coal-black as his tail and the line of mane
 running down his dual backs.  His eyes, an indefinite blue-green, lift to
 meet your gaze, his hooves dance nervously -- apparantly WhiteSpot is a bit
 skitterish.
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23 properties listed.
Tugrik whispers, "do this for me? change your desc... so if she goes "look
 whitespot" she just sees, "you look at the huge bulge in Tug's belly."" to
 you.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik nodsnods." to you.
Mandy moves in to the pool from the northern edge.
Mandy has arrived.
[Tugrik just looked at you!]
Property set.
Tugrik whickers to Mandy.
Mandy says, "I got lost"
Property set.
[Mandy just looked at you!]
You see a huge bulge in Tug's belly.
[WhiteSpot has a L-N program.]
[WhiteSpot just looked at you!]
Tugrik is layin' on his back, stretched out, looking a little different from
 normal, and very relaxed.
[Tugrik just looked at you!]
Mandy giggles.
Tugrik got to go hunting today, Mandy.  And was quite successful.
Tugrik could REALLyreally use a tummyrub...
Mandy says, "You jus t ate?"
Tugrik nods. Just.  Still kicking, a little.. *oof*
Mandy wriggles her nose. "Indigestion?" *smirk*
Tugrik gets to his feet, and galumphishly ambles over to Mandy to nuzzle her.
WhiteSpot bulges a bit, to illustrate.
[Tugrik just looked at you!]
Mandy chuckles. She nuzzles Tugrik back.
Standing 6'3 in bare feet, distressed 501's, and a pink tank top, Chrys looks
 at you through round glasses.  He could probably do with a shave, having the
 day's stubble on his face.  His brown hair refuses to stay combed, and though
 it is shoulder length it tries to curl away from his shoulders, stubbornly. 
 He grins at you, and his greenish-blue eyes sparkle as he looks shyly your
 way.
[Chrys has a L-N program.]
Tugrik lays down beside her, rolling ofver on his back, like an overgrown
 lapcat wan' a tummyrub! :)
WhiteSpot notes that Chrys isn't apparantly here, either.
Mandy smiles warmly and reaches out to rub Tugrik's belly.
Tugrik ate good. Caught one small centaur, and one human.
You whisper, "She doesn't seem to mind 'tall." to Tugrik.
Mandy says, "You eat alot."
Tugrik's all veryverywarm, and cuddles against Mandy happily.
Tugrik donna eat that often, but a lot, yah. He's huge, Mandy. Gotta keep
 eatin' to keep goin'.
Mandy rubs around in a slow, tendercircle.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik notes that digestion is exo-thermic, (emits heat),
 and in such mass/speed as tug's midsection, it emits a LOT of heat.  Matter
 of fact, in summer, digestion slows down to avoid bodily overheating.  In the
 winter, tho, if one eats well and the others aren't as lucky, they all curl
 up around the one for warmpth, lik ea heater." to you.
You whisper, "Neat..." to Tugrik.
Tugrik mmmmMMMMmms.  His belly is very noisy, strongly taking care of what he
 ate, and tug looks embarrased.  He skritches Mandy back.
Tugrik whispers, "that is why they call horses 'hayburners'. They can generate
 heat, and keep warm, by their constant grazing/digestion.  digestion
 literally IS a lslow 'burning'." to you.
Mandy rubs smoothly (idled to kill a humongous spider) and uses her clawtips
 to comb the fur.
You whisper, "That I knew from AP Bio.  If not earlier." to Tugrik.
WhiteSpot rumbles a bit in Tug's tummy.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik nods. Take that to a huge scale.  Tug is generating a
 LOT of heat right now, as digestion is in full force." to you.
Tugrik just wanted you to see him lik ethis, Mandy, so that you knew the fulls
 tory on a Tug, and how he eats, and how he lives... to see if you were OK
 with it.
Tugrik just wan' be accepted for what he is, and he's glad you're not going
 away in disgust, like others have.  Tug nuzzles mandy appreicateively.
You whisper, "(Was Mandy curious?)" to Tugrik.
Player Name           On For Idle
Laran                  00:02   1s 
Cuddles                00:16  43s 
Mandy                  00:18   1m 
Kit                    00:19  29s 
WG                     00:22   8s 
Larna                  00:31  49s 
Ashtoreth              00:45   5m 
Lester                 00:57   1s 
Chris                  01:00   1m 
Trev                   01:10   3m 
WhiteFire              01:19  46m 
FlashCat               01:19  13s 
WhiteSpot              01:22   0s 
Adrienne               01:52   2m 
Erissa                 02:01   2s 
Riplet                 02:02  44s 
Treatment              02:09  52s 
xox                    02:09  20m 
Andre_Tiger            02:15   1m 
Cory                   02:18   6m 
Sherry                 02:20  54s 
Lazuli                 02:20  30s 
Grussen                02:20   1m 
Lynn_Onyx              02:24   1m 
Ryell                  02:24   1s 
Kendri                 02:25   1s 
Fatima                 02:28  12s 
Devin                  02:32  37s 
Hatch                  02:33  10s 
Foster                 02:33  13s 
Arysen                 02:34  45s 
Kelly                  02:34  11s 
Kimi                   02:34   3s 
Nightwind              03:02  10s 
Smarasderagd           03:18  48s 
Tugrik                 03:19  22s 
pi                     03:30   1s 
Shadow                 03:40   6m 
DesertRose             03:41  22s 
Luagha                 04:15   9s 
Points                 04:19  23m 
Priss                  04:43  32m 
Groffer                05:33   1m 
Taisia                 07:16  21m 
ErmaFelna              08:35  21s 
Squirrelly             08:48  11s 
46 players are connected.
Tugrik whispers, "no..." to you.
Tugrik whispers, "mandy just heard it mentioned how I hunt. Never has seen
 before." to you.
Mandy snugs Tugrik warmly. "Just well,  I just hope I don't end up on teh
 menu."
You whisper, "Still hasn't." to Tugrik.
You whisper, "Afterimages, of course.." to Tugrik.
Tugrik _never_ hunts friends, Mandy.
So stay on his good side. >:)

Going down - Bye
---- No world ----

 
    The one thing we're all waiting for, is peace on earth and an end to war,
    It's a miracle we need, the miracle, the miracle,
    Peace on earth and end to war today,
    That time will come one day you'll see when we can all be friends...
 
    "The Miracle" -- Queen
 
    -----------------------------------------------
 
    Tapestries MUCK is now running FuzzBall (TinyMUCK 2.2fb4.0)
    Your wizards are Taisia and WhiteFire.
    For news see: "news", last updated 8-6-92
  
You wake up and wander out of the stables.
Courtyard
In the center of the magnificent cobbledstone courtyard is a ornate
fountain.  To the west is a white stucco building which is the Visitor
Registration and Temporary Accommodations.  To the North is a large 
archway leading out of the courtyard.  To the south are the steps
leading up to the Castle entrance itself.
 Ten foot high marble walls enclose the courtyard, and beautiful
manicured flower beds brighten the place.
 The clouds glow a soft pale redish blue as the sun slowly climbs out of the
 mountain bed and peeks above the whispering soft blueness of the night.
[ Obvious Exits: North, South, West ]
Contents:
Bulletin Board
Player Name           On For Idle
Vandros                00:00   0s 
Shadow                 02:17   2m 
WhiteFire              03:50  41s 
Points                 03:58  25m 
Priss                  04:32  22m 
Taisia                 07:18   1m 
Kyosuke             5d 11:17   2h 
7 players are connected.

Weave you in later!

---- No world ----

 
    The one thing we're all waiting for, is peace on earth and an end to war,
    It's a miracle we need, the miracle, the miracle,
    Peace on earth and end to war today,
    That time will come one day you'll see when we can all be friends...
 
    "The Miracle" -- Queen
 
    -----------------------------------------------
 
    Tapestries MUCK is now running FuzzBall (TinyMUCK 2.2fb4.0)
    Your wizards are Taisia and WhiteFire.
    For news see: "news", last updated 8-6-92
  
You wake up and wander out of the stables.
Courtyard
In the center of the magnificent cobbledstone courtyard is a ornate
fountain.  To the west is a white stucco building which is the Visitor
Registration and Temporary Accommodations.  To the North is a large 
archway leading out of the courtyard.  To the south are the steps
leading up to the Castle entrance itself.
 Ten foot high marble walls enclose the courtyard, and beautiful
manicured flower beds brighten the place.
 The clouds glow a soft pale redish blue as the sun slowly climbs out of the
 mountain bed and peeks above the whispering soft blueness of the night.
[ Obvious Exits: North, South, West ]
Contents:
Kimi
Bulletin Board
Kimi watches in nervous fright as thousands of little demons surround her and
 carry her off to Hell.  The greatest adventure left on the face of the
 earth.
Kimi has left.
Kimi pages:  Kimi's voice whispers in your ear, "*hug*"
Player Name           On For Idle
Stymnus                00:00   0s 
Kimi                   00:00   3s 
Erissa                 00:00   4s 
Kelly                  00:00   5s 
Nightwind              00:00  29s 
Shadow                 02:18   3m 
WhiteFire              03:51   6s 
Points                 03:59  26m 
Priss                  04:33  23m 
Taisia                 07:19   2m 
Kyosuke             5d 11:18   2h 
11 players are connected.
You page, "*hug*" to Kimi.
WhiteFire shouts, "Hello everyone, as you probably know Furry just died."
Player Name           On For Idle
Stymnus                00:00   0s 
Kimi                   00:00   5s 
Erissa                 00:00   8s 
Kelly                  00:01  29s 
Nightwind              00:01   4s 
Shadow                 02:18   3m 
WhiteFire              03:52   1s 
Points                 03:59  27m 
Priss                  04:34  23m 
Taisia                 07:20   3s 
Kyosuke             5d 11:18   2h 
11 players are connected.
You page-pose, "Stymnus nodnods.  Do you know where Tugrik hangs out?" to
 WhiteFire
Player Name           On For Idle
Stymnus                00:00   0s 
Kimi                   00:01   3s 
Erissa                 00:01  13s 
Kelly                  00:01  16s 
Nightwind              00:01  11s 
Shadow                 02:19   3m 
WhiteFire              03:52  16s 
Points                 04:00  27m 
Priss                  04:34  24m 
Taisia                 07:20   6s 
Kyosuke             5d 11:19   2h 
11 players are connected.
WhiteFire pages:  WhiteFire's soft mental voice comes to you, << No clue. >>
You page-pose, "Stymnus wonders if you know where Tugrik hangs out." to Kimi
You page, "*hug*" to Erissa.
Kimi pages:  Kimi's voice whispers in your ear, "Nope..."
Player Name           On For Idle
Stymnus                00:01   0s 
Kimi                   00:02  10s 
Erissa                 00:01   1s 
Kelly                  00:02  23s 
Nightwind              00:02   6s 
Shadow                 02:19   4m 
WhiteFire              03:53   1s 
Points                 04:00  28m 
Priss                  04:35  41s 
Taisia                 07:21  22s 
Kyosuke             5d 11:19   2h 
11 players are connected.
Kelly pages:  Kelly pages, "hi there!" to you.
You page-pose, "Stymnus waves.  Durn Furry." to Kelly
Kelly pages:  Kelly pages, "shitty timing too...." to you.
You page-pose, "Stymnus was the bulge, btw.  Shhhhh." to Kelly
Kelly pages:  Kelly pages, "knowing your afinity for getting eaten, I guessed
 already."" to you.
Kelly pages:  Kelly pages, "BTW, Tug knoes I am mandy too." to you.
Erissa pages:  Erissa speaks softly into your mind, "I didn't know you were on
 here too!:)"
You page-pose, "Stymnus nods and waves!" to Erissa
You page-pose, "Stymnus 'ks." to Kelly
You page, "What do you think of it all?" to Kelly.
Player Name           On For Idle
Natasha                00:00   5s 
Stymnus                00:04   0s 
Kimi                   00:05   0s 
Erissa                 00:04  20s 
Kelly                  00:05  30s 
Nightwind              00:05  12s 
Shadow                 02:22  50s 
WhiteFire              03:56   4s 
Points                 04:03  31m 
Priss                  04:38   1m 
Taisia                 07:24  38s 
Kyosuke             5d 11:22   2h 
12 players are connected.
You page, "*tickle*" to Natasha.
Kelly pages:  Kelly pages, "think of all what?" to you.
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