Lycastanblix the Vagabond.

Komodo dragon, fox, tortoise, racoon. I could find food in a cardboard box, see everything, outrun everything, rescue, and heal like crazy. I chose to be nothing but a tramp (as in bums, tramps, and hobos), and it was fitting that I could see and thus ended up bouncing around with thieves and assassins. Also fitting was that I could steal from people with extremely rare success, which was more for laughs than any sort of gain.

Thanks for the fun. I've been trying to delete for a few months now, but I could never manage to hold back for long enough to let the three day wait pass. Today I accidentally figured out that I could just rapidly kill myself to the point of con death.

I think I spent maybe the last two months in deaf mode. I could run so fast from one end of the world to the other and had no affiliations, so the surprise involved in running across people was that much more fun, without the clutter of hundreds of random tells. Sorry if anyone took it personally. I was just trying to keep things more random for myself.

I'm rambling with no purpose or end in sight. Thanks again to all I talked to, tangled with, offended, killed, stole from, gave to, harrassed, was teased ruthlessly by, killed repeatedly by, or who otherwise make the game entertaining. Thanks for staying in character, to everyone who does it, and however much effort you put in. At the very least, thanks for not talking about the real world. This game is truly a gem. The late night playerbase is pretty low, and it has gotten to be quite lonely in the wee hours. I really miss the massive playerbase of the 1990's, but I guess (with a *shudder*) that my Zork obsession has to be snuffed out eventually.

Maybe I'll be able to get more sleep, or something done around the house now... or maybe I'll just roll up a bard (or Dawg forbid, an A-P) and start hunting down gnomish shifters.