Experiment in Intetactive Fiction
Created | Updated Jan 28, 2002
Join us in a never-before-attempted experiment in interactive fiction. Not a
MUD, not a CRPG, but an online game of fiction, each character penned by a
different author, all of them in a fantasy setting based on real, medieval
European (English and French) history. The fantasy element is loosely based on the works of Margaret Weis
and Tracy Hickman. Focusing on drama rather than winning or losing, write in
anything from an adventuresome peasant to a disowned nobleman! For more
information, see:
http://tdl.betterbox.net
Address: twilight.pennmush.org 4201
A snippet:
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"About your habits, and your preferences..." Arien gestures vaguely. "Our
family. I pretended ignorance. I honestly cannot say precisely what bothers
me so much about him, but he always makes me want to wash my hands after
I've
met him."
Solanthus chorltes under his breath. "You have such a delicate way of
putting
things," he draws himself up. "Very well, my lady Solanthus! I shall have
him
executed forthwith. I shall summon Sir Bruce from his breakfast, and order
him to drag the merchant out of bed and into the city square, where we shall
charge all a penny for the honor of stoning him. My lady shall never have to
wash her hands again."
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MUD, not a CRPG, but an online game of fiction, each character penned by a
different author, all of them in a fantasy setting based on real, medieval
European (English and French) history. The fantasy element is loosely based on the works of Margaret Weis
and Tracy Hickman. Focusing on drama rather than winning or losing, write in
anything from an adventuresome peasant to a disowned nobleman! For more
information, see:
http://tdl.betterbox.net
Address: twilight.pennmush.org 4201
A snippet:
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"About your habits, and your preferences..." Arien gestures vaguely. "Our
family. I pretended ignorance. I honestly cannot say precisely what bothers
me so much about him, but he always makes me want to wash my hands after
I've
met him."
Solanthus chorltes under his breath. "You have such a delicate way of
putting
things," he draws himself up. "Very well, my lady Solanthus! I shall have
him
executed forthwith. I shall summon Sir Bruce from his breakfast, and order
him to drag the merchant out of bed and into the city square, where we shall
charge all a penny for the honor of stoning him. My lady shall never have to
wash her hands again."
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