Library: South Crossing Memories

Long ago in a Mud not far away at all, things were just a tiny bit different. Before the land itself was wrent asunder the laws of propriety were also different. Where the modern world is often flowery, the memory of thorns can still be intoxicating. This memory is one such. While I lacked the foresight to log the event, I shall try to keep embelishment only where it suits to make me look better! In days of old, the act and art of pkilling players was an active tradition. Looking at another player was a viable reason to call down hellfire and send them to hell. In these days I was young and had no real business sticking my nose into the pkiller battles. What I considered to be cautious wisdom was not shared by some who were in similar situations. One such was the infamous Thematrix. Now I try not to judge someone based on selecting a completely inappropriate and uncreative name, however, in this case it wouldn't have been too far off the mark. What prompted him to start competing as a pkiller I will likely never know. What I do know is that he made a habit of targeting those he could compete with, myself included. Being a stupid noob I attempted in several ways to retaliate. Most of these ways were pathetic and of limited success. Oh wait... I am telling the story here, I was amazing, downright epic. While my pkilling was shortlived, the tale I share with you now remains one of my fondest in this text based world. I was in a psionicist reinc, gaining great enjoyment from Transmute Self. I had a statue made of a "A fetus crawling in its mothers blood" in which to do dirty worth with some anonymity. I have no doubt that Thematrix was aware of my normal transmutation. This of course makes the story even better. After a rousing bit of exp I was idling in Ravensflyte, chatting away when something prompted me to seek out Thematrix for some special hugging. There in the center of RSF was a nice random table just begging to be transmuted to. I grew a few wooden legs and headout out for fun. After what I will VERY accurately describe as an EPIC crush upon the mind of the Thematrix I went to relax in the shade of the Navigator Trees at South Crossing. When bored as a Psi, sitting at the crossing with Mental Watch active was usually good for a bit of a laugh. I cast transmute at myself again to remove my table form and popped up mental watch to relax a bit. So there I was, relaxing with guild who turned off, and transmute self targeting on yourself has the wonderful side effect of not showing any guild items. Thematrix was understandable miffed at being COMPLETELY DEVASTATED AND DESTROYED by a mere wooden table. When recovered from the ordeal he came to South Crossing himself. He began a search for the dastardly psi who killed him. He of course immediately looked at each person at SC, myself included. I can only guess he did not find the complete lack guild items to be suspicious. Thematrix then did a gwho psionicist. He systematicly went down the list accusing each psionicist of attacking him unprovoked. While I very sadly could not see thier response, each and every time there was a very apologetic Thematrix asking forgiveness for the presumption. The failing continued for a long enough that my laughter actually threatened to make me fall out of my chair. This was the last time I playerkilled anyone. While not the most impressive or most challenging kill, it was so far above any other kill in it's shear enjoyment. The statue of the fetus still sits in my castle, unused for a decade now. And while it wasn't even used in this tale, it reminds me every time I run by of that day. This is the magic of BatMud. No pictures, no fancy animations. Just moments. Moments that I will remember forever. Moments that await you in your travels. Moments that you too will share in hopes that they inspire others.

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Library: South Crossing Memories