From wwwardja+usenet@rasi.lr.ttu.ee Sat Feb 26 11:21:24 2000 Path: ousrvr3.oulu.fi!newsfeed2.funet.fi!newsfeed.uninet.ee!diablo.uninet.ee!not-for-mail Sender: Virgo Vardja From: V'rgo Subject: [RGRNCA] Re: illegal software Newsgroups: rec.games.roguelike.nethack References: <8941gd$a4v$1@news1.sunrise.ch> User-Agent: tin/pre-1.4-19990517 ("Psychonaut") (UNIX) (Linux/2.2.12-20 (i586)) Date: 25 Feb 2000 15:47:10 GMT Lines: 92 Message-ID: <38b6a3fe$0$6916@diablo.uninet.ee> NNTP-Posting-Host: 193.40.252.130 X-Trace: diablo.uninet.ee 951493630 6916 wwwardja@193.40.252.130 Xref: ousrvr3.oulu.fi rec.games.roguelike.nethack:100981 It's been a quiet week in rgrn. All the usual suspects are doing whtever it is that they usually do - talk about Nethack, ask questions, share their favorite moments and occasionally scream 'YAAP!' or 'YASD!'. A door opens and an unfamiliar face looks in. 'Ooh! This being a newsgroup!' he says with an accent. People don't pay much attention to him. Until he starts to shout: Snapo wrote: > http://spammo.spamme.de > > up the site have > acd see full [etc] The patrons' eyes narrow. A big man with a big sword stands up and takes a threatening step towards the newcomer. A hush descends over the group. The burly man raises his sword. Then a hand touches his shoulder and another man shakes his head silently. The big swordsman sits down immediately, with an expectant face. The other man - a young geekish type with a ponytail smiles at the spam-spewing person. 'Hi. I'm V'rgo.' > 800 virii says the other. 'So?' asks V'rgo. 'Why do you think we want to know?' The newcomer either does not understand or does not wish to understand. Instead he continues with > goldwave 4.1 full V'rgo shrugs. 'I had a hard day today. I'm tired. And when I'm tired I don't like being spammed. It makes me angry. And you don't want to see me angry.' The spammer doesn't care. > winboost 2000 gold full 'OK.' says V'rgo. 'You spam. You die.' He lifts a heavy assault rifle. The D00D backs up a bit upon seeing this, but V'rgo tosses the weapon on a table. 'I assume,' he says, 'that a certain Wolf will want to use this soon. I'll just leave it here to make things easier for him. Me - I don't use guns. I'm just not good at using firearms. I have my own weaponry.' A man in a bartender's outfit places an ornamented box on a table and opens it. Inside, lying on a red satin pillow, are two beautifully crafted things made of black steel and lacquered wood; a rod and a short cylinder. V'rgo lifts the two objects from the box, inserts one end of the rod into an opening in the center of the cylinder and gently twists it until a *snap!* is heard. He opens a tiny compartment on the cylinder diametrically opposite from where the rod enters, and places a vial of transparent green liquid inside. Then he closes the compartment and gives the rod another twist. This time there is a hissing sound followed by another click. V'rgo smiles at the WaReZD00d. 'Goodbye, Mr. Snapo.' He lifts his weapon (that now, when wielded, looks remarkably like a big mallet). Before the D00D can even say 'ack!' the mallet's head hits the D00D's head. There is a powerful explosion of smoke and green fire. When the smoke clears everyone sees that there is no sign of the D00D, except for a perfectly cone-shaped pile of black ash on the floor in the center of a black spot with ragged edges. The bartender sweeps up the ashes and places a carpet on the black mark on the floor. Conversation returns to normal volume as V'rgo uncouples his mallet, cleans it carefully with a soft cloth and replaces the pieces in the box, which the bartender then removes from view. Life in rgrn is returning to normal again. Everything is peaceful. V'rgo [a renegade, not an official member of RGRNCA] -- Sig? What sig?