Hey, that was some holiday I took, been away for a few months. And I had to
reinc. Apparently, I have replaced by a Jogos and LoC's are no longer needed.
It was the only thing a poor Moomin like me could play. That is, in the
offensive part. So I thought about 1 second and went back to being a healer. I
had enough exp to get to level 40, max ress and rais and get summon, restore,
good healing skills and spells and so many more funny things.
 Actually, to be honest, I have what I always wanted and can idle and help
people occassionally. Which is what I am good at. Especially the idling part.

Last weeks I took a little holiday from Batmud. That was actually very nice,
for we as well as for my daughter. Maybe the only reason why I still keep
coming here is that I am addicted. Not because I like the game so much. And
absolutely not for the people who play here. Ok, the few nice people I met are
so nice that they more than compensate, but most people are just rude idiots.
As I once heard someone put it: "If assholes could fly, batmud would be an
airport". So even though this game may have been made for me, I was not made
for this game. And now I have to find a support group of Muddicts Anonymous
really fast.

And by orc tree scout, I mean orc scout tree.

The orc tree scout, men, I love that place. It rules that you never leave
corpses, so you dont have to worry about digging graves and undeads and stuff.
However, this suddenly becomes a lot less nice if you are a loc and want to
suck corpses in your blade. Then again, the top room with 10 monsters killed
in one acid rain blast keeps being fun.

I was pkilled for the first time today. By Huppu. He killed me in about 5 or 6
blows. "For being you" was his explanation.
Maybe I am too rough on the channels. But it also proves I may be to smart for
a man like Huppu. At least, I found out that killing me is not the way to my
heart. And actually, it is rather pointless, maybe even pathetic, for a
highbie like Huppu to be bothered by a fly like me.
Is fun a bad thing? Is the boring life really so much better?

And maybe less typoes. But then again, that is just who and how I am, so I
guess I just leave them in.

Walciz, I consider him to be cool. Cool enough to hang around with and find it
a shame that he lives so far away from me. But ok, never mind that, he had
suggestions for my blog. To make the average blog more interesting, I should
start with mine and he specifically wanted more sex in my blogs. And a tad
less violenace.
Personally, I would like more insults in this blog. There are so many players
I have to think of interesting insults for. But ok, more sex, I could do that,
if enough ppl consider that a good thing. So tell me if you agree with Walciz
and maybe I will write something more spicy then.

Geez, ppl, these blogs here must be the most boring ones in the entire
internet. Most ppl just list the monsies they killed and the exp they got for
it. Now THAT is NOT interesting! Just like the tells in Finnish. Please, if
you enjoty the mud and the time the coders spent to write some interesting
things, you might consider writing a real story every now and then.
 ~n
Oh, and set a desc. The just shoot and kill part is so boring.

I admit, if you have half a m of exp on, you should not go and attack a 20k
mosnter alone. Especially not if you are a weak blue moomin. But these are
just the kind of odds I cannot resist. It's me, live with it, like I do.
But it gave me the following thought, when I spent all exp that I made in
interesting and funny LQ in beastlands, in about 30 seconds on skills:
do we kill monsters to train skills, or do we train skills to kill monsters?
Both would seem a bit ridiculous, so chose one. Until then I'd rather just a
well stop killing things. Or training skills. Or both.

Any mudder can tell you that mudding may get you fired and will most certainly
make you lose your real life friends. There are so many reasons not to mud,
that it is hardly interesting to list them. Much more interesting is it to
list the reasons why to join a mud without seriously playing it. Therefore,
today, I will give you 10 reasons not to mud on a mud.
- Gaining experience and money is pointless. Sure, you can study and train
skills and spells, but to what end? To gain more power and fight more powerful
monsters? And then what? It is just as much fun to fight easier monsters,
which will get you plenty experience and money that you don't need.
- No matter how high you get, you will still solo in the same old newbie areas
that you solo in now. I am sure you noticed how many level 100 players wander
around in the orc scout tree, newbie forest and the playing ground. Learn from
them, don't follow them without thinking.
- Getting fun is much more important than getting rich or strong. It is, after
all, your free time and you should enjoy yourself!
- Making experience fast will give you too little time to look around. You
miss the most funny and interesting things that way.
- It is very easy to stay alive, even at low levels.
- No matter how high you get, you will still suck. And get killed. And
insulted by me. You will never get as strong as you want, get the respect you
long for or be as important as you hope. Just accept that, there is no
alternative.
- You have much less worries. Who cares about equipment and damaged items and
weapons if you are killing small monsters and fooling around all the time.
Instead, wear the funny things, strange clothes, adjust your description and
have a different interesting look every day. It is all possible at the lowest
levels.
- Most frustration stems from failing. You don't fail if you don't try and you
don't need to try if you just hang around and enjoy yourself.
- Most of the bored players are very high levels. Apperently, mudlife gets a
lot more boring if you get higher.
- Players can surprise you. Raiding the same areas zillions of time not. This
makes interactions with fellow mudders much more enjoying. Just like
exploring.
 
So, go see some stuff, wear funny outfits and TALK TO ME! 
I like that.

Basically, mudding is more magical and a lot easier than real life. Here are
10 reasons for mudding:
   
- Killing all bunnies in a newbie area improves your mood considerably

- Solve puzzles, such as finding out what happened in the orc scout tree or at
the playing ground.

- You can insult and aggrevate other people without real life consequences

- See and be inspired by the creativity of other people

- Meet new people and new ideas with lots of nationalities, educations,
cultural backgrounds and religions

- Walk in the rain without getting wet, and play in the snow without getting
cold

- Die and experience death, as often as you want

- You can destroy things without having to pay them back


- No bad hair days anymore! No pimples either. You can look exactly how you
want and change it as often as you like. 
ñ 
- Your acts have no consequences, since the world restores every 24 hours
anyway.

Suddenly, a moment of clarity. The shells fell from my eyes and I saw the
truth, the true meaning of Batmud.
   
They make it suck so much, to make you feel better about your real life!
   
It is all just like a therapy to get you back to a normal life, it has to be!
SO, hurray for Batmud!

How disturbing is it to dream about Batmud? Should I be worried? This is what
I dreamed:


I arrive at an apartment building. It looks a bit dirty and very depressing,
due to the grey colours and the seemingly endless row of windows and cheap
front doors. A level 25 ranger giant rings at the doors. As soon as an
inhabitant opens the door, he enters, kills everyone, makes a mess of the
house, and leaves again. He is strong and tall, broad-shouldered, and his eyes
are sympathetic. He asks me if I wanted to killed the inhabitants of the next
apartment. I ask him if they are not too tough and he tells me they are about
1k each. He rings the bell and a man opens the door. I push the door open and
arrive in the hall. The man leaves to the adjacent living room and the ranger
and I follow him. The room is small, with very common furniture. it has an air
of efficiency. The persons who live here did the best they could with the
limited space they have and made a cosy place for two people who are young, in
love and happy to be with each other. I cast Acid Rain and it is nothing like
I imagined. No rain or water or acid appears. Instead, a beam from my watch
rapidly burns the man and leaves a small pile of ashes behind. The ranger and
I sit down in the comfortable couch and look around to admire the house. I am
about to make us a cup of tea, when we hear a noise from upstairs. I remember
that this is the house where the wife is taking a bath, so I climb up the
stairs en enter the bathroom. The bathroom has the same cosy feeling as the
living room, it is small, the furniture is not very special but every piece is
in the right place and of the right size. The wife stand in front of me and is
very afraid. She climbed out of the bath to see what was going on and water
drips from her slender body to the floor. I decide to use Vampiric Blow. Since
this is a strange combination of the real world and Batmud, I carry no sword.
Instead, I take out my keys and jam them hard in her groin, where her main
artery runs. She bleeds heavily and is very scared. I try to calm her and hold
her close in my arms while I whisper soothing
 words to her. I feel the warmth of her body and her shivering almost makes me
feel sorry for her. She leans in my arms like she trust me. It feels very
intimate. When the bleeding stops, I pull out my keys and jam them hard in her
shoulder, cutting another artery. Blood streams like a fountain from the wound
and she shivers and dies in a massive pool of blood. I cut her belly open to
suck her soul in my keys, which causes her intestines to spill on the floor. I
have to agree with the ranger that these persons are not very hard to kill. He
nods approvingly at me and goes away to finish the rest of the apartment
building, while I choose to walk around a bit and regret the absence of a
forest.

At that point I wake up and feel a bit worried. Our imagination is indeed the
most powerful graphic device we have, especially if it joins forces with
dreams. So powerful that it scares me. Do I mud too much? Or am I just sick?

Yes, I admit, I am a muddict. Yet, I do not mud. I have fun instead, walk
through areas, read things that have been written by other people and enjoy
what I see. And who I talk to.
So I am a non-mudding mudder. Unless I am bored, then I tend to kill stuff,
but just for fun and low-speed. Does that get me anywhere? Game-wise, well,
no, of course. But I like it. And to me that is the most valuable experience.
ñ
And just for those times when I don't know what to do, I will let you know my
experiences. Cause I am a woman and can't shut up. And here, noone can argue
with me and I am always right. I like that. Be sure I give you my opinion
about my colleague mudders!
So, are you curious about the vision and life of a blue moomin? All you have
to do is sit and read. Kind of what I do all the time.