The Price of College...
Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 3:16 pm
My mom yells up that I got the acceptance Ive been waiting for so I just hit charge trolloc and go to look...
The Great Blight
The ground here is cracked and dry. Many small fissures scatter the landscape,
and in the bottom of some of them there is a hint of a low, red glow. The
twitching forest lies in a circle about the clearing, but you are momentarily
free from the dark shapes.
[ Exits: e w ]
You see fresh tracks of a trolloc leaving east.
You see almost fresh tracks of a human leaving east.
a white stallion is standing here, being ridden by you.
You flee head over heels.
That person is not here.
HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
charge trolloc
A shadowy fade strides in from the east.
A snarling trolloc has arrived from the east.
HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
You begin charging towards a snarling trolloc.
HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
= % = -
Suddenly *Nicotine* stabs you in the back, R.I.P....
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
Your fame has been diminished.
You are dead! Sorry...
Crossroads of Fate
Existing just outside of the border of the Pattern, the Crossroads of Fate lead
into the World of the Wheel of Time, governing where all people take their
first steps into the world, and the fates that lie ahead for them.
[ Exits: n e s w d ]
A smooth stone fountain with an elaborate design is here.
A pair of simply made cloth sleeves lie here.
A very plain looking shirt lies here.
A brown bag is sitting here, collecting dust. [6]
The Guardian of Life stands here, ever vigilant.
A stone is here, waiting for your complaints.
Now I gotta pay out the ass for school and get my eq back!
The Great Blight
The ground here is cracked and dry. Many small fissures scatter the landscape,
and in the bottom of some of them there is a hint of a low, red glow. The
twitching forest lies in a circle about the clearing, but you are momentarily
free from the dark shapes.
[ Exits: e w ]
You see fresh tracks of a trolloc leaving east.
You see almost fresh tracks of a human leaving east.
a white stallion is standing here, being ridden by you.
You flee head over heels.
That person is not here.
HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
charge trolloc
A shadowy fade strides in from the east.
A snarling trolloc has arrived from the east.
HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
You begin charging towards a snarling trolloc.
HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
= % = -
Suddenly *Nicotine* stabs you in the back, R.I.P....
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
Your fame has been diminished.
You are dead! Sorry...
Crossroads of Fate
Existing just outside of the border of the Pattern, the Crossroads of Fate lead
into the World of the Wheel of Time, governing where all people take their
first steps into the world, and the fates that lie ahead for them.
[ Exits: n e s w d ]
A smooth stone fountain with an elaborate design is here.
A pair of simply made cloth sleeves lie here.
A very plain looking shirt lies here.
A brown bag is sitting here, collecting dust. [6]
The Guardian of Life stands here, ever vigilant.
A stone is here, waiting for your complaints.
Now I gotta pay out the ass for school and get my eq back!