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Fern · 11-10-2004, 10:33 AM

Witness a craggy peak, its granite spires reaching through a blanket of thick roiling fog and stretching into a fire-lit midnight sky. Flashes of lightning torment the darkness, their forks as brilliant as the stream of sparks from a forge. The silhouette of a massive form in flight blackens the tops of the clouds and threatens the churning sea surface far below.

What do you see when the fog parts as a gust of bitter northern wind pushes it against the knife-sharp cliffs, curling the steely haze away to reveal a tiny spiral of flickering torchlight clinging to the face of the stone.

What do you see? What do you sense; what do you feel within your bones as you watch the torches spiral skyward in their perilous cling to the hair's width of path upon the spire's face?

Does your spine shiver with a thrill of fear at the sudden clatter of gravel across the path, dislodged from above by a careless foot?
Does your mind's eye wince as a blast of icy air grips the hem of your robe and yanks it toward the inky ravine a mere toe's width away?
Do you hear the thin scream of a fellow traveler as he loses his footing, leather soles scrabbling in futile scampers for a long heart-stopping second before he plummets away into the gaping darkness?

What do you see? Would you venture onward? Could you venture onward? Could you break the icy grip of fear upon your throat and follow your companions upward into certain danger?

If so, welcome to the vast universe of the MUD, where your mind collaborates with the MUD's written word to create the most powerful game of all.

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There... just one approach to demonstrate to the reader how far into an environment he can take himself. The person who gains something from a portrayed visual like the described cliff is the person who will 'get it.' I'm sure better writers than I can come up with better portrayals.

MUDs will die out as a genre when books die out, when the human eye ceases to read and the human mind ceases to imagine. We provide a service to the gaming community: We empower and embody literacy and the intense potential of the written word, not as a highlight or a book in a dusty library of a graphics game, but as a constant.

A picture may be worth a thousand words to some, but MUDs prove every day that the written word paints that picture, with nuance and detail beyond the brush and camera's power. Count me in - count Legends of Karinth in - put us on the bandwagon as it rolls out to the rest of the world.

11-10-2004, 10:33 AM	#22
Fern Member Join Date: Sep 2004 Posts: 156	Witness a craggy peak, its granite spires reaching through a blanket of thick roiling fog and stretching into a fire-lit midnight sky. Flashes of lightning torment the darkness, their forks as brilliant as the stream of sparks from a forge. The silhouette of a massive form in flight blackens the tops of the clouds and threatens the churning sea surface far below. What do you see when the fog parts as a gust of bitter northern wind pushes it against the knife-sharp cliffs, curling the steely haze away to reveal a tiny spiral of flickering torchlight clinging to the face of the stone. What do you see? What do you sense; what do you feel within your bones as you watch the torches spiral skyward in their perilous cling to the hair's width of path upon the spire's face? Does your spine shiver with a thrill of fear at the sudden clatter of gravel across the path, dislodged from above by a careless foot? Does your mind's eye wince as a blast of icy air grips the hem of your robe and yanks it toward the inky ravine a mere toe's width away? Do you hear the thin scream of a fellow traveler as he loses his footing, leather soles scrabbling in futile scampers for a long heart-stopping second before he plummets away into the gaping darkness? What do you see? Would you venture onward? Could you venture onward? Could you break the icy grip of fear upon your throat and follow your companions upward into certain danger? If so, welcome to the vast universe of the MUD, where your mind collaborates with the MUD's written word to create the most powerful game of all. : : : : : There... just one approach to demonstrate to the reader how far into an environment he can take himself. The person who gains something from a portrayed visual like the described cliff is the person who will 'get it.' I'm sure better writers than I can come up with better portrayals. MUDs will die out as a genre when books die out, when the human eye ceases to read and the human mind ceases to imagine. We provide a service to the gaming community: We empower and embody literacy and the intense potential of the written word, not as a highlight or a book in a dusty library of a graphics game, but as a constant. A picture may be worth a thousand words to some, but MUDs prove every day that the written word paints that picture, with nuance and detail beyond the brush and camera's power. Count me in - count Legends of Karinth in - put us on the bandwagon as it rolls out to the rest of the world.