Playing God, part the fourth

And like magic, we have mechanymph.

I feel a round of NetHack coming on. Five bucks says I run into a gnome with a wand of death on level 3...

Time to start over...

Just to keep me from becoming cocky, NetHack decided (after I rolled up Mebby again because the thought of a patron god of afternoon tea-breaks amused me) that when I strolled down a set of stairs as a first level wizard, I should not only be displaced onto a neighboring spot and thus be unable to escape, but I should also be faced with the ghost of one of Miss Nori's previous incarnations, and an angry gnome packing a wand of sleep. Who then proceeded to zap and beat me about the head and shoulders until the wee tombstone graphic popped up.

(So if one was wondering why it took me seventeen years to beat this game...)

Sweet, Sweet Victory

So, after seventeen years of trying, I finally ascended a character in NetHack. A bloody rogue, of all things. She quite literally strolled through the Astral plane backhanding angels out of the way with a dead cockatrice.

Feeling rather flagrant and slightly incomplete at the high altar, I went looking through my belongings and used up one of my leftover wishes...


...because there would blood if Miss Nori didn't swagger off to demigoddess-hood with a pint in hand.

A Slight Improvement...

Despite my terrible luck with rogues in this game, this round is going very well--more so than any other rogue I've run, so I'm taking a picture for posterity. I'm having a dickens of a time finding the armour I want, but it's kind of moot when you can snuff an arch-lich in two turns by scaring it into turning its back and then peppering it with ordinary throwing knives.

(As an aside, she's the @ in the top left room. That & is an incubus and the ! is a potion of oil. Am v. tempted to pick it up and throw it at him.)

On an unrelated note, the semi-resident sickly cat (who has gone through a dizzying number of names, the most recent being Shnuff) definitely seems better lately... and certainly better now than he was a few months ago, when he just about sprayed blood all over me. A very solidly built fellow who, as I noticed the other day, only seems to be comfortable eating inside when he has a human watching his back. He really does seem to appreciate that I'll fling various other furry bastards out of the kitchen so he can snack in peace.

How apropos!

Okay, setting aside the fact that I just got Mebrit killed in the most appropriate way ever--dying to a monster that imitates interesting objects, while in the middle of solving a giant puzzle--it's the hall of fame ranking directly beneath it that made me blink.


I guess Phin isn't content to just take a wee nip out of people anymore. *snerk*

Steamtouched, part the third

Not much of a change, but there you are...


The reason why there isn't much of a change? NetHack, the bane of my existence since age six*. I'm currently running an elven wizard who polymorphed her kitten into an Elvenking. He still seems to have the brain of a kitten, however; he keeps trying to beat up the minetown guards and then whimpering when they smack him down.

Last run was a wizard whose liberal use of charm spells had a very large group of gooey-eyed monsters following her around with hearts over their heads until a mumak strolled around the corner and stepped on her.

If Tolkien isn't rolling in his grave yet, I'm going to be bitterly disappointed.


*And I mean that in the most affectionate way possible.