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| HellMOO - MUD Description | |
| There was a time when you were young. You ran through green fields, played in the houses of your friends, had milk and cookies in your mother's kitchen. Then, one day out of the clear blue sky, atomic fire came and burned your old life away. Before you even knew why, before you could even pick through the smoking rubble of your life, bury the scorched bones of your family, the fighting began. Survivor turned on survivor, a desperate struggle for food and water in the blackened ruins. Life became a battle of moments, lived day to day, a stolen can of food here, a knife fight there. You discovered something within yourself, a hidden reserve of willpower that refused to let you sit down in the desert and die. As you wandered, small towns began to struggle upright out of the ashes of the old world. Some, blessed by a convergence of population and resources, grew larger, developing self-sustaining economies, even corporations and technologies. Gleaming steel in the great quiet dark of the desert, they offer a moment of respite from your wanderings. But everywhere the desert remains, a sea of sand and bones. It is hungry, and it is patient. The survivor in you knows it is only a matter of time before you must face it again. We've recently seen a jump in our player base, from an average of 20 players on-line at a time to over 80 during peak hours. Now is a good time for newbies to join! |
