Yep. Gladiator Pits III (the testing engine for Godwars II) - it's up at godwars2.com, port 3000.

I imagine driving a car would be quite difficult.  Here's an example (it's a bit long):
drive
Drive what?
open car door
You open the car door.
enter car
You step inside the car.
start car
You cannot start the car, you need the keys.
out car
You step outside the car.
close car door
You close the car door.
get house keys from pocket
You get out your house keys.
s
You go south, you see a potted plant and a welcome mat.  Obvious exits are north and a south exit through a house door.
unlock door
Which door?
unlock house door
You unlock the house door.
s
You step into the entrance of your house.  There is a table on the eastern wall.  Obvious exits are south and west.  On the table is some keys.
get keys
You already have house keys.
get car keys
You get the car keys from the table.
n
You go north you see a potted plant and a welcome mat.  Obvious exits are north and a south exit through a house door.
close house door
You close the house door.
lock door
Which door?
lock house door
You lock the house door.
n
You go north.  You are in a driveway.  There is a red jelapy here.  Obvious exits are north, south, east, west, northwest, northeast, and southeast.
unlock car door
You unlock the car door.
start car
You start the car.
drive to grocery store
As you press on the gas pedal, one of the tires blow.  You cannot drive anywhere until it is fixed.
say "#$*@!!!!"

If mudding habits followed me IRL.


The ugly guy with four scars that mishape his body walks up to the gorgeous, big-breasted blonde woman and kisses her lovingly.

the blonde says "Hey babeh, you are looking fine today."

Yeah....

Imagine the confusion about sleepcycles. o.o

<38Hp 120m 0mv>time
It is 9:01 PM on a Saturday in the month of April.
Last reboot was 15,999,999,999.27 years ago.

<38Hp 120m 106mv>sleep bed
You go to sleep on a bed.

<38Hp 120m 10mv>

<38Hp 120m 20mv>

(....Later....)

<38Hp 120m 112mv>wake
You wake up.
You are no longer AFK.

<38Hp 120m 112mv>time
It is 7:28 PM on a Sunday in the month of April.
Last reboot was 15,999,999,999.27 years ago.

<38Hp 120m 112mv>say Wtf?!
You exclaim, "Wtf?!"

<38Hp 120m 112mv>score

You are Qutoh the lvl 3 Janitor.
You also have levels in: CoffeeMUDer (58).
You are a 24 year old male Human.

Strength : 8 /18
Intelligence : 13/18
Dexterity : 10/18
Wisdom : 9/18
Constitution : 8/18
Charisma : 11/18

You have 38/38 hp, 120/120 mana, and 112/112 mv.
You have 0 practices, 1 training sessions, and 0 quest points.
You have scored 3517 experience points, and have been online for 24 years, 4 months, 17 days, and 7 hours.
You need 1083 experience points to advance to the next level.
Your alignment is : pure neutral (505).
Your armored defense is: defenseless (0).
Your combat prowess is : weak (2).
Wimpy is set to 30 hit points.
You are resting.
You are hungry.

<38Hp 120m 106mv>curse
say Forgot to eat! That must explain it!

<38Hp 120m 106mv>You swear loudly for a long time.
You exclaim, "Forgot to eat! That must explain it!"

Here's another one (shorter than first):
step ant
You attempt to step on an ant.
Success: 200
Roll: 1
Critical Miss!
As you try to step on the ant, you suddenly start having a seizure. As you fall to the ground, your knee hits a skateboard mysteriously lying there. You roll on the skateboard out into the road. A car passes by at just the right moment to hit you in the side.
You are hit with a crushing blow of 766 damage!
You are knocked unconscious.
(That one was a bit less MUD and more D&D, but it still works. Just my ideas about the absurdity of unarmed critical misses.)

Ever have someone ask your name, and you almost reply with your MUD name?

Someone told me a joke once, and I replied, "laugh". They thought I didn't think it was funny, and for a second, I couldn't understand why they didn't realise I was rolling on the floor.

Yeah, if they followed me into real life, I'd imaging I'd be trying to hunt and kill somebody's dog right now.

Of course, if the MUD ideas TRULY followed into real life, the blonde girl would turn out to be some really fat dude from Wisconsin.

If MUDding habits followed me irl:

>read sign

Quite Please! Ducks Nesting!

>typo "Quite" s/b "Quiet", thanks.

>n
>l tavern

A small dirty hole in the wall bar. There is a sign in the window.

>read sign

No shrit, no shoes, noService!

>typo "shrit" s/b shirt, there s/b a space b/t "no" and "service" and "Service" needs not be capitalized.


** If I could typo the world, I'd be a happier woman.

*looks out at space between the house and garage, and notices there is a slight indentation in the ground which leads to a hole growing beneath the concrete pad... Hmmm.. if I just mod this layout a bit, I could add on a couple dozen more rooms.. a subterranean cavern lit by pinetar torches.. some trolls guarding the treasure room.. a few dwarves mining the crumbling walls.....

*looks out at space on other end of concrete pad and frowns - not nearly enough vnums to add on a really good tunnel system beneath the house.. Oh well..

*looks at vacant lot next door.. surveys the blankness beneath the stands of sagebrush... Hmmm... walks around a bit then runs from aggro lizard beneath grass bunch.. searches for appropriate blunt weapon..

The lizard gasps and dies.
You bend down and skin a greenish lizard.
You retrieve 32 units of low quality lizard skin.
You retrieve 12 units of low quality lizard meat.
You discard several handfuls of useless matter.
You sense your experience progressing slightly.

Heck, who needs Wal-Mart when you have a desert outside your front door..