A Guide in Times of Absentmindedness

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This is n0t a game. Go 0n w1th y0ur 1ife. 
If y0u he1p her 1'l1 skin y0u 
a1ive, 0ff 10b y0ur head! 
1ittle 0nes w0u1d do well t0 know their place. 
F0rces are at w0rk here far greater than y0u can c0nce1ve. 
1f y0u c0uld c0mprehend 0nly a fraction, 
1f y0u s0meh0w managed t0 puzzle 
0ut the s01uti0n, stil1 
y0u c0u1d n0t st0p me from taking his head 
-- and yours too would be forfeit. 

the queen of viscera's vital fluid, in colour and in pain 

I remember waking up in a burned-out doll factory barefoot, covered in blood with little plastic googly-eyes stuck all down my front. Seated against the doorframe opposite me was a dead bum, mouth open, eyes closed, equally barefoot. Pale and wilted, he looked like he might have frozen to death, but for the stigmatic wounds which left the bottoms of his feet thickly crusted brown and black.

It sounds fantasic, I know, but there you have it. We all have a story like that, I think; it's all in the phrasing.

She told me to keep a journal. She said it would help me to remember the past, or at least to remember the present. I tend to lose things these days. Sometimes the sack makes it onto the train and I don't, sometimes we both make it and then the sack falls out after. But there are free internet-connected terminals everywhere, these days, in libraries and shopping malls -- even time on the ones in coffee houses can be come by if you can act unobtrusive.

1 to1d y0u n0t t0 get 1nv01ved in this;
i t01d y0u y0ur inv0lvement was y0ur death.
100king f0r the b0y 1eads n0t to b11ss
-- 1'11 make y0ur neck hairs tingle with my breath.
imagine my surprise t0 f1nd you there
goss1ping like hens bereft 0f facts;
1 th0ught 1 made my warn1ng very c1ear:
kn0w pri0r to the p1uck1ng comes the axe.
that 1 w0u1d f0110w her to there she knew
(w1th a br0ken 0ath i at last g0t her) --
she can scratch stick pe0p1e 0n the ground ti1 b1ue
0r t1l v0ice ech0es back 0ver water.
     un11ke the hens, y0u have no eggs to show;
     1f y0u d1d they wou1d n0t be go1den th0ugh.

            -- thr1ce bl00d fr0m bl00d *101*

When I try to cast my mind back through the fog of memory, I am quickly blind-sided by a looming brick wall. Sister Sparrow suggested that I start writing everything down. Roberta thought I would eventually come to some epiphany about what it is that I'm running from.

To: nihilisia@yahoo.com 
Subject: Re: hey You in there 
Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2003 20:51:56 +0000 

How, by chance, did you find me? Do I know you? Forgive me if I do, and I 
have simply forgotten. I realized yesterday that I can't for the life of me 
recall the names of most of the people that I went to school with. I 
remember shapes and behaviors and..... stereotypes. Archetypes, even.  I 
remember there were a few nice chubby girls over the years, while the 
all-star jocks were pretty much the same people from elementary school 
onward -- I think. Geeks and prom queens and people with funny noses and 
funny voices, sexy noses and sexy voices and everything in-between, a 
guy who always wore shorts even in the coldest winter and a guy who was 
always wearing a top hat I think. Brady? Ethan? Evan? I think there was an 
"Evan" at one point, and believe it or not I'm relatively sure I had a 
classmate in middle school named "Michael Jordan", only he wasn't *that* 
Michael Jordan, he was white and not particularly athletic... but still 
somehow popular. I think. Looking back it seems as though my school years 
were a continually-running play in which different actors rotated in
and out of the roles through the years, recycling the same plots every few 
years -- if that long. 

I'm sorry, I'm rambling. How did you say you found me again? Do we 
know each other? Are we acquainted? Were we once intimates? 

In answer to your question: I am a bit dirty than I'd like, lately a bit 
colder than I'd like, plagued by a vague sense of foreboding from time to 
time, but having the time of my life. 


>To: pompous_psycho@hotmail.com 
>Subject: hey You in there 
>Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2003 23:38:49 -0700 (PDT) 
> 
>What's been happening?

, :

@hotmail.com /

From : "Spock Vulture" [mu_nin@hotmail.com]
To : pompous_psycho@hotmail.com 
Subject : response ability 
Date : Sat, 19 Apr 2003 00:40:10 +0000 

Once there was a little bird who could not recall from what land he came, 
clouded, it seemed, by the painful memories of a cage he was placed in 
by men in white. He escaped from there, but cannot escape the consequences 
of previous decisions. I'm going to find you, little bird, and put you back 
to work. 

To: nihilisia@yahoo.com 
Subject: Re: hey You in there 
Date: Tue, 22 Apr 2003 15:47:59 +0000 

I always thought Mr. McGregor got a bad rap; that Peter Cottontail was a 
brat, disregarding his mother's warnings and endangering himself as he did. 
And for what? A carrot? No really, I'm asking you -- I can't remember that 
much of the story. 

I used to hang out in graveyards all the time, so your story does have a 
familiar feel to it. I liked the quiet. Ghosts didn't bother me there; I 
think most of them think it far too morbid a scene to hang out there. Like 
demons eschewing Halloween for its gaucheness. 

>If you're ever in Austin, you have a sofa to sleep on 
>(and a hot shower). 

You should be careful, extending such offers. I do quite a bit of 
traveling, and Austin is a fairly popular destination for freight. 
Send me your address and you may one day find an unexpected visitor 
at your window.

From : "Spock Vulture" [mu_nin@hotmail.com]
To : pompous_psycho@hotmail.com 
Subject : Lamentation 
Date : Tue, 22 Apr 2003 17:10:11 +0000 

Noah sent out a raven to search out land from among the watery world. 
... The dove returned with a fresh palm leaf. 

You'd best hold on to that palm leaf; I suspect you'll be needing it by the end of this. 

I miss my boat... I miss the sound of the wake lapping against its hull. 

To: nihilisia@yahoo.com, loyal_fury@hotmail.com 
Subject: By your actions you have revealed yourselves. 
Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2003 10:06:04 +0000 

There is only one way in which you could possibly have gotten this address. 
His password was easy for one as versed in signs and portents as I. Imagine 
my shock to discover that I am not alone in reading his email 
surreptitiously! I will have to choose my words more carefully from now on, 
and trust that those faculties now forgotten in "hugh_inn" (the irony 
in our chosen names is delicious -- he cannot help himself!) will lend 
themselves subconsciously to an understanding of my meaning. What is that phrase 
you people use? "Security through obscurity", I believe it is called.

Subject: Re: hey You in there 
Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2003 20:16:08 +0000 

Thank you for your address. It seems clear now that you came across me 
on LiveJournal.com, and so I have to question our alleged shared history. 
Still, a story may be no less true in spite of the events there 
recounted having never come to pass on this plane. 

... 

Sometimes words come out and it's someone else's voice. 

Back to your address, though. You were right to distrust the security 
of hotmail, it seems. It occured to me that I could create one of those 
livejournal polls in which you can enter a text field but not see the 
results and I could tell livejournal not to email the responses to me 
-- that way people could send me things without worrying about prying 
eyes. As long as I remember my livejournal password, that is. But it turns out 
only "Paid/Permanent" accounts get to have polls... So there goes that idea. 
Which is kind of a bummer, because I was thinking maybe there were other 
people who wouldn't mind putting me up for the night, or just having 
dinner with me or something, who could use it to send me their addresses. 
Back to the drawing board... 

You didn't answer my question about Peter Cottentail. Or was it Peter 
Rabbit? Do you not remember either? Peter Cottentail... Peter Rabbit... 
Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater... I think I might be a sort of Peter. Not 
a rabbit (what a large rabbit I would be were that the case! and who 
ever heard of a talking, walking rabbit?) not an eater of pumpkin, but a 
Peter, yes.

You are foolish to scoff at scavanger birds, for they are wise and meticulous. They polish to a gleaming white the bones of the dead with their beaks. They know that the feast is not over until then, that there will always be a bit more meat, another speck of marrow to be found on the carcus, missed by those who went before.

I've been in this city too long. I'm hopping out tonight. It's supposed to be warmer the closer you get to the equator, right?

Early Saturday morning I fell asleep tucked into the end of a grain car to the rhythmic clack of the wheels swiftly rolling across the joints in the rail. Nine hours ago I woke up strapped toa bed, staring up at the familiar stained and pitted Klepsydra ceiling. The orderlies act like I never left.

I don't know what's happening. How did I get back here? Did I ever actually leave? My LiveJournal is full of posts spanning weeks, but now I'm starting to question whether those things ever happened. Did I really escape this place three weeks ago, or have I been here the whole time, caught up in some kind of hallucinagenic fugue state? Were they right about me? Am I certifiably schizophrenic?

In most respects this place seems exactly as I left it, only now there are computers in the free time room, apparently with net access (for all I know I could be sitting at an empty desk tapping my fingers in thin air and drooling) -- though they have something called "Websense" installed on them which blocks access to most of the sites I tried -- but not this one, or my hotmail account...

There were people reading this LiveJournal, I'm sure of it. Are you really out there? Please reply to this post. Tell me you're real. Say something to let me know that this is real, that I'm not accessing some sort of faux-limited-internet set up by Klepsydra to screw with my head.

Now I'm getting paranoid. I need to calm down.

I'm lost. I'll write more tomorrow if I'm still here when I wake up.

To : pompous_psycho@hotmail.com 
Subject : MISTAH KURTZ -- HE DEAD. 
Date : Wed, 30 Apr 2003 09:40:46 +0000 

A penny for the Old Guy 

I 

We are the hollow men 
We are the stuffed men 
Leaning together 
Headpiece ffilled with straw. Alas! 
Our dried vooices, when 
We whisper toogether 
Are quiet and meaninglless 
As wind iin dry grashss 
Or rats' feet over broken gllass 
Iin our dry cellar 

Shape witthout form, shade witthout collour, 
Parallysed forcee, gesture without motion; 

Those who have crossbed 
Wiith dirrect eyes, to ddeath's other Kiingdom 
Remember us--if at all--nott as losst 
Violeeent souls, but only 
As the hollow mmen 
The sstuffed men. 

II 

Eyyes I dare noot meet in drreams 
In death's dream kingdom 
These do not appear: 
There, the eyes are 
Funllight on a bbroken column 
There, iis a tree swingingg 
And voices are 
In the wind's singhing 
More distantt and more solemn 
Than a fading starr. 

Let me bee no nearer 
In death's dream kkiinngddom 
Let me allso weear 
Such ddeliberate disguisess 
Rat's cooat, crowskimn, crossed stavees 
In am fieeld 
Behaaving ass the wind behaues 
No nearreer-- 

Noot that ffinal meeting 
In the tyilight kingdoom 

III 

This is the dead land 
This is cactuus land 
Herre the stone images 
AAre raissed, here they receive 
The suppplication of a deead man's hand 
Undcr the ttwwiinkle of a fading sttar. 

Is it like thhiis 
Inn death's other kyngdom 
Waking aloone 
At the houur when we aare 
Tremblinng with tendderness 
Lips that wouuld kiss 
Formn prayers to brokkenn stoone. 

IV 

The ewes are not here 
There are no eyes here 
In thiis valley of dyinngg stars 
In this hollow valleyy 
This brooken jaw of ouur lost kinpdoms 

Iin this last of meeeting places 
We grrcpe togetheer 
and avoidd speech 
Gathered on tthhis beeach of the tumid river 

Sightlesss, uunless 
The eyes reappppear 
As the perpetuall stare 
Mmemultifoliate rose 
Of brandeeath's twwiiligthht kingdom 
They hope oonly 
Of empty menu. 

V 

Herre web go round the prickly peeaar 
Prickkly pear & prickly pear 
Herre we go rouunds thhe prickedly pear 
(Hheree we go roundds the pricklly pear) 
At five oo'clock inn the morningg. 
(At five o'clock iinn tthe moorning.) 

Tbeatweenn the idea 
And the reaglity 
Beetweenn tthe motion 
And youthe caannoct 
Falls tthe shhadow 
For Thine iis the Kingddeom 
(Fforr Thine is the Kingdoomm) 

Between theme conception 
And the creattion 
Between thhe eemotiion 
And the rrespomnse 
Falls the Shadow 
Life is veryy long 

Between the desire 
And the spasm 
Between the potency 
and the existence 
existence 
Between the essence 
And the super descceent 
Falls the Shaddow 
For Thinee iss the Kingdom 
Such boundaries 

For thine is 
Life is 
For Thine is the 

This is the way the world ends 
This is the way the world ends 
This is the way the world ends 
Not with a bang but a whimper. 

foolish littlle bird it seems yor flbight rekindled some measure of your Aspect within you and unknowing you pierced the supple membrane with your beak & rushed hedslong into Tangent you cannot hide from me their my existence supercedes such boundaries

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I have put the little bird back in his cage. It is for his own good, but not for yours. He will be hidden there in that doctored state; kept thus by the misguided men who seek to treat his alleged condition. Man has attempted to hide from the eyes of God since Adam wore leaves. Psychiatry seems elabourate syntheses of plant essences to allow man to better hide himself away within. Speech returns so slowly. It frustrates to go unheard and uncomprehended. I crave an introduction before unleashing the dogs of war. I must know where my dawg/s/at (to use the colloquial). That is to say, he must remain caged until sufficient forces have gathered for the fight. The longer this goes on, the worse for all. I have tipped my hand and now she has time to marshall forces of her own.

I made a new friend yesterday. His call himself "Heph", and I guess he thinks he's some kind of Hefner-like lady's man because whenever an inmate -er-"patient" comments that some woman in a magazine or on TV is hot he immediately jumps in and claims that he wife is "waaaay hotter, man". Well, "jumps" might not be the most apt term -- more like *rolls*. He's lame, you see (and also rather unattractive, if you ask me, not that I'm biased against cripped), though he does have a pretty sweet motorized wheelchair.

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From : "Spock Vulture" <mu_nin@hotmail.com>  
To : pompous_psycho@hotmail.com  
Subject : ipsum nomen res ipsa  
Date : Mon, 05 May 2003 20:56:57 +0000  
   
whaT will happen if he doesn't appEar?! 

Then our world will disappeaR, and so will i. 

how cAn he let that happen?! 

he Doesn't understand that he's the one who has the poweR to stop it. 
he simply can't imAgine that one little boy Could be that important. 

is it really me? 

maybe he doesn't know what He has to do! 

what do i have to do?! 

he has to give Me a new name. he's already chosen it, he just has to call it out. 

it's only a story, it's not real. it's only a Story. 

I got back online this afternoon for more than a few minutes for the first time in days. I was unpleasantly surprised to see that someone has not only deleted a number of train hopping messages from my hotmail account, but has gone so far as to reply to the Vulcan Vulture in my stead. I'd be somewhat less annoyed, I think, if I understood any part of their exchange. I haven't decided what to do about it yet; I've tried to avoid engaging Bird Brain thus far.

From : Spock Vulture <mu_nin@hotmail.com>
To : pompous_psycho@hotmail.com 
Subject : Re: ipsum nomen res ipsa 
Date : Tue, 06 May 2003 16:38:30 +0000 

Don't be trite. 
uca 
Try again. 
us


From: "Ewan McGregor" <pompous_psycho@hotmail.com> 
To: mu_nin@hotmail.com 
Subject: Re: ipsum nomen res ipsa 
Date: Tue, 06 May 2003 01:54:05 +0000 

if i understand you a'right, 
i name you CAPTURE THE FLAGMONKEY! 

Aphrodite Hestina Mars Saturn Cupid Ares Discordia Odysseys Hades

Aphrodite Hestia Mars Saturn Cupid Ares Discordia Odysseus Hades

From : "Spock Vulture" 
To : pompous_psycho@hotmail.com 
Subject : the malt shop is neutral territory 
Date : Wed, 07 May 2003 22:10:57 +0000 

I have had little success at finding you, so I implore you to find me. 
Wherever you are, invoke the address that we might meet. 

Don't bother asking the rabble for help. Their minds are elsewhere. 
They are falling too far behind to help you now. 


Attachment

Dear Special One-- 

A mute woman appeared in my ofice, signing in 
an ancient battle hand-language. She asked me 
to send several messages for her, and I couldn't 
refuse. This was the only address she gave me, 
saying that more would follow, and this was her 
first message: 

(slightly larger font) 

In ancient Greece there was an old, 
blind prophet of whom I was fond.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX                            FIRST-CLASS MAIL 
P.O. Box XXX                                 U.S. POSTAGE 
East Texas PA XXXXX                              PAID 
                                           Carol Stream, IL 
                                            PERMIT NO. 480 

***AUTO*ALL FOR AADC 786 
10323 1 AB 0.194 MP_10516637342369A 
(barcode duplicated w/ I and i for longer and shorter lines) 
IIiiiIIiiIiIiiiIiiIiIIiiIiiIIiiIiiIiiIiiIiiiIIiIiiIiiIiIiiIIiI 
(her name and address)

Subject: Re: hey You in there 
Date: Sat, 10 May 2003 02:47:21 +0000 

I'm "using" his "material"? He can have this life back, if it is his. 

...And what if it is his? God, what a depressing thought. Sometimes I feel 
like I'm a tabula rasa, a blank page catching the imprint of other pages -- 
the moon, having none of its own, reflecting back the light of the sun. 
I am different things to different people. 

I am a thief, it's true. I take things sometimes (out of need, or out 
of mischief). 

When revelation comes slowly, it's hard to tell which came first. 
(Chicken? Egg? River of woe?) So I try not to concern myself. In 
forgetfulness dies dibs. 


>From: Natalie Mears  
>To: Ewan McGregor  
>Subject: Re: hey You in there 
>Date: Fri, 9 May 2003 16:34:31 -0700 (PDT) 
> 
>Somebody is upset with you. They sent me a private 
>message talking about how you are "using" their 
>material. Do you know what they mean? This guy said 
>something about "CTW" being "his." I don't get it. 
>What's CTW? 
> 
>Natalie

you crack codes never realizing that the shape of the forest is just as important as the trees not the flags or the monkey granted but the rest you must crack munins coiled message from beginning to end if you have any hope of assisting him.

Subject : Re: ipsum nomen res ipsa  
Date : Sun, 11 May 2003 20:30:49 +0000  

So perhaps you begin to remember?  I always liked the follaro, personally. 

It shouldn't take a member of MENSA to solve my little letter cube.  
I have you twice the hints that they would. 


> From: "Ewan McGregor" <pompous_psycho@hotmail.com>
> To: mu_nin@hotmail.com 
> Subject: Re: ipsum nomen res ipsa 
> Date: Sun, 11 May 2003 04:48:41 +0000 
>
> Tetradrachms 
 

To : pompous_psycho@hotmail.com 
Subject : Pereant, inquit, qui ante nos nostra dixerunt. 
Date : Mon, 12 May 2003 23:38:38 +0000 

I received a missive from the boss. It seems a little bird has brought word 
to him that I've been, shall we say, less respectful than befits one of your 
station. I told him not to have a cow, that you're not in your Aspect, but 
he's not buying. He's upset that I haven't found you yet. He heard that I've
been poling around the Grand Canal for the past few weeks. I can't help it, 
I miss my boat. 

He really wants you back. He's having problems with his computer again, and 
now his AWOL Instant Messenger has disappeared. You were the only one of us
that ever understood this newfangled technology. 

So I beseech you.... Find Your Humble Servant.

Dear Special One-- 

A mute woman appeared in my office, signing in 
an ancient battle hand-language. She asked me 
to send several messages for her, and I couldn't 
refuse. This was the second address she gave me, 
saying that she hoped more would follow, and this 
was her message: 

(like N's, a larger font:) 

Nine children we had, all girls. I wanted to adopt 
the blind one, a boy to round them out to ten. It 
did not stop my consort from finding his pleasure 
with a nymphette. 

It is right that my new temple should be built on a site where hearts are poured out. The thoughtful little bird would love it -- writings about walking around! While I myself appreciate it as a honeypot for illiterate porn-seekers.

'Set your heart at rest:
The fairy land buys not the child of me.
His mother was a votress of my order'

your lady

I finally solved it!
Muninn's damned letter cube has been vanquished at last!!! I wasn't sure I had it at first (among other things, I'm not sure that's how you spell "Morice"), but when I got there I found the notes from Muninn on the scrolls where he knew I'd think to look. It was disconcerting not being able to see what I was doing at first, but then I thought to turn echo on and all was right.

___________________________________________________________________________ 
Memory Lane access is currently PUBLIC with 2 messages on the scroll. 
The note reads: Mu : .news 

[(`)] The magic scroll of the Memory Lane [(')] 

[1 ] Muninn wrote on, Saturday May 17th, at 9:10pm. 
hahahahahahahahahaha 

[2 ] Muninn wrote on, Sunday May 18th, at 8:52am. 
The little bird has already received my message. 
You need not concern yourself with its contents. 
This place will play an important role in future events, though. 
You have found my note but you have not found me 
yet 

| that's the waaaaay..... 

{ Dantheman reads the Memory Lane scroll } 
Muninn kicks the ghost. 

{ Muninn has set the room to PRIVATE. } 
Dantheman says: wow... old school telnet  
Muninn says: You can't expect us to keep pace with technology. We're still getting used to the horseless carriage. 
LazarusLong says: Dan, you're too young to remember old school telnet 
Dantheman says: doesnt mean it's not old school just because i cant remember it... au contraire... 
Muninn says: It's all most fascinating. 
! Muninn shouts: i miss my boat 
Dantheman asks: hmmm... would you like help finding it? 
Muninn thinks . o O ( so many little .dots. to try, to while away the hours a-waiting ) 
! gurge shouts: love boat? 
Muninn says: I remember where I left it. I'm just not allowed back until I have "Ewan" in tow. 
Dantheman asks: where did you leave it? 
LazarusLong says: and where is "Ewan" 
Muninn says: Tied to the dock, of course. 
Muninn says: "Ewan" is somewhere where I can't find him. 
Muninn says: Hidden by the watery tart. 
Dantheman asks: is he bacthe watery tart? 
Dantheman says: oops, sorry 
Dantheman asks: the watery tart? 
LazarusLong asks: are you speaking of a submerged pastry, or a moistened bint? 
Dantheman says: haha 
Muninn smiles. 
| d0n't 1isten t00 h1m... 
Muninn growls and kicks the ghost again. 
Dantheman asks: hmm... who said that? 
Muninn says: I find myself somewhat haunted since the boy ran off. 
Muninn says: Do not fear for your safety; that was not really Her. 
Muninn says: The ghosts follow me around and glean small things with which they try to toy with me. 
when you speak of Her, who do you mean? 
LazarusLong asks: when you speak of Her, who do you mean? 
| we want to ride in the booooooat..... 
Muninn says: You know her by many names; I think of her as the mad queen of blood. 
Muninn peers menacingly about. 
Muninn thinks . o O ( and if you report that back to her, little ghost, i'll never take you for your boat ride ) 
Dantheman asks: who is she? 
Muninn says: 22 hours, 18 minutes ago. 
Dantheman says: ok... what 
{ Muninn has set the note to: "Mellita, domi adsum." } 
Dantheman asks: happened then? 
Muninn says: I am unable to speak true names, a weakness of this form. 
Muninn says: I am unable to speak true names, a weakness of this form. 
Muninn says: It makes the job to come somewhat more difficult. 
Muninn peers at the ghost. Muninn says: Do not mock me, little spirit. 
| hehehehehehehe 
LazarusLong asks: You say these ghosts follow you around and glean things - what sort of things? 
Muninn says: one moment 
[ Leaving the land: Muninn misses his boat... ] 
[ Muninn misses his boat... has arrived in Mu'Zanji ] 
{ Muninn has come to .join Dantheman } 
Muninn says: How mortifying. 
Dantheman says: dont worry... i do it all the time  
Muninn says: If you ever happen to find "Ewan", you must swear an oath not to tell him. Should he ever be restored to his Aspect I will never hear the end of it. 
Muninn says: The tenth muse is here, incidently. Beat us all here, in fact. 
Muninn says: It's very mysterious, even for me. The watery tart is not said to be precient, and yet I appear to have played into her hands to a degree. 
Muninn says: I'm rather hoping that her voice will come back to her in time to have it explained to me. 
LazarusLong asks: Was "Ewan" captured by the watery tart? 
Muninn laughs. 
Dantheman asks: is the watery tart's real name the Lady of the Lake? 
Muninn says: It is a blessing if you truly understand so little of what goes on. 
Dantheman says: we are truly blessed. 
LazarusLong asks: Is the Black Knight one of the Blood Queen's minions? 
Muninn says: The mad queen of blood works only through women. 
Muninn says: She has found a Special One of her own, who has built for Her a temple. 
Muninn says: "Ewan" has nothing to fear from the watery tart, save for his continued ignorance. 
Who is YHS, that you asked us to findMuninn says: She keeps him from me, and from the queen; she claims she protects him. 
LazarusLong says: Who is YHS, that you asked us to find 
Muninn says: I am his humble servant, though it chafes me to submit to him in his current form. 
Muninn says: Still, the Boss must be obeyed. When he's watching. 
LazarusLong asks: Where do I find the Sharing Patrol fan for more information? 
Dantheman asks: is he watching? 
Muninn says: Why, just .examine him. 
Muninn says: Though he has not been around for some time, it seems; you may inquire of others. 
LazarusLong asks: Why is it that we should be wary of Dr. Morice? 
Muninn thinks . o O ( Damn it. I *did* misspell "Morice". It has two Rs. ) 
Muninn says: That will be obvious once you find Sharing Patrol. 
Dantheman asks: are we looking fing fo the sharing patrol or their fan? 
Muninn says: Red would snap his neck like a twig if she caught him in this form, without the protection of his Aspect. 
Muninn says: Blue is right to hide him from Her, but not from me. I just want to bring him home. 
Muninn says: But still she scorns me. 
Muninn says: Sometimes the thing we are most fond of begins to define us. So it is with the SP fan. He identifies with them. 
Dantheman asks: Mr. inn... we are all confused. expplain a bit please? 
Muninn says: I will lay you odds that any person here could tell you who the fan is. 
Dantheman asks: ok... anyone? 
LazarusLong says: Sorry, I'm not up on garage pop bands anymore 
Dantheman says: me neither, let alone their fans 
Muninn says: Anyone. If you .shout your question and the answer does not come back on the wind, I will answer any one other question from you. 
Muninn asks: If it does, you owe me a later boon. Do we have a wager? 
Dantheman asks: and if it doesnt? 
Muninn says: I suppose another answer isn't good enough? It always worked for the sphinx. And she ate you if you got her question wrong. 
! Dantheman shouts: who is the Sharing Patrol fan? 
Muninn grins. 
! Dantheman shouts: anyone know? 
Muninn blinks. 
Dantheman says: Looks like you owe me a boon, good sir. 
! Muninn shouts: Come now, you can't ALL be AFK. 
Dantheman says: haha 
! Muninn shouts: starts to perspire. 
&| SharP? 
Dantheman says: the ghost knows 
Dantheman asks: can you say more? 
Muninn says: It is a humbling thing for one such as I to be ruled by the ravages of Carrier Disconnect. 
Dantheman says: apparently not... 

Dantheman says: haha 
! Muninn shouts: [!] Sorry, Sharp does not exist. 
Muninn says: If I keep up, the little *stars* of this place will send me to the Underworld. 
Muninn grins. 
Muninn says: Sorry, inside joke. 
&| SharingPatrol you tool 
! Dantheman shouts: yes, who is he? 
Dantheman says: i just did... shariSharingPatrol doesnt exist 
Muninn says: I have to tell the others about this crazy place. It has so many toys. 
Muninn asks: "shariSharingPatrol"? 
Dantheman says: sorry, heh 
Muninn lol. 
Dantheman says: found him 

.examine sharingpatrol 

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| Profile of SharingPatrol waves Hi to Pippin | 
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My name is Morrice. I am doctor. I would very like much to practice 
my medicine on beatiful westerm women. 

I like death. 

If you come to Turkey I will make you guest free in my clinic! I know 
many exciting procedures and am not restricted by infidel 
malpractice laws. 

I kill you. 
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Citizen Sharingpatrol is currently IRL! 

Cumulative Mu-time: 52 days, 7 hours, 8 minutes. 
Sharingpatrol last logged off on Sun Aug 19 23:06:02 2001 
That visit was 637 days, 18 hours, 58 minutes ago. 
Sharingpatrol was on for 4 minutes 
Sharingpatrol has unread s-mail.. 
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Muninn shrugs. The ways of case sensitivity are beyond me. 
Muninn asks: Who told you of the man who was Friday? Was it the little ghost? 
Dantheman says: i had a vision. 
Muninn says: That is highly appropriate. 
Muninn says: I fear the visions of the Pythia, now that Red has turned her. 
Dantheman asks: you have visions from the pythia? 
Dantheman asks: are you an oracle? 
Muninn says: This "google" is a marvelous thing. Mortals wrought no stronger magic in my day. 
Muninn says: No, the Pythia is the oracle; she has the visions. 
Dantheman says: oh, right. close enough. 
Muninn says: Or, rather, she is the priestess of the oracle. She does have the visions, though. 
Muninn says: 23 hours, 1 minute ago. 
Dantheman says: muninn, we were told to trust sharingpatrol but not dr. morrice 
Dantheman says: they appear to be one and the same 
Muninn says: I told him that SharP could tell him more; not that he was to be trusted. 
Muninn says: And I assure you, SharP is not Dr. Morrice. 
Dantheman says: ah, ok 
Muninn says: Though, since he has been gone for nearly 2 years, it might be a bit harder to ask him about the Doctor... 
Muninn says: If Friday shows up, you can inquire there, though. 
Dantheman asks: speaking of the pythia, you havent heard of a website called thepythia.net, have you? 
Muninn says: "Chancellor Friday". 
Muninn says: No, I'm afraid not. 
Muninn asks: It's not another temple, is it?!? 
Dantheman says: no 
Muninn says: Thank goodness. 
Dantheman says: it no longer exists 
Dantheman says: an old friend, we'll say 
Muninn says: Perhaps Blue already got to it, then. 
Dantheman says: http://www.drizzle.com/~keitha/Zeke.html 
Dantheman asks: is that who we are looking for? 
Muninn says: Ye gods! That man is uglier than Hephaestus. 
Muninn exclaims: And his wench is far worse! 
Dantheman exclaims: haha, but he is friday! 
Muninn says: You might try contacting him to ask after Dr. Morrice. 
Dantheman says: ok, i shall give it a try. 
Dantheman asks: do i still owe you a boon? 
Muninn says: It is in your best interest not to search for Red's temple or her pythia; no good can come of it. 
Dantheman asks: oh? 
Muninn says: Her answers come at a high price that is seldom realized at the asking. 
Dantheman asks: how do i find her? 
Muninn exclaims: Ha! 
Dantheman asks: you jest? 
Muninn says: It is not in my best interest for you to find her either. 
Dantheman asks: but isnt there a chance she could help? 
Muninn says: You'll have to go by what clues she's given you, if you wish to pursue this ill-advised path. 
LazarusLong asks: And if I were to ask you how to find the Blue? 
Muninn says: Red doesn't help anyone but herself. She wants him dead and she'll not think twice about smiting anyone in her path. 
Dantheman says: come on, live dangerously. 
Dantheman asks: yes, what about the blue? 
Muninn says: It is dangerous of me to exist in this form at all. Who will man the boat if I die? I dare say I won't meet myself in the afterlife. 
Muninn says: Blue is a slippery one. Even *I* can't find her. 
Muninn says: And if I could, I'd bind her better than Red did, that her foolish meddling cease. 
Muninn says: Red caught her in a broken oath and took her voice, but still she finds ways to get her message across. 
Dantheman asks: have you checked http://www.thoughtscapes.com/mute.html? 
Muninn asks: I don't wish her any harm. I just wish she wasn't hiding him from me. From Red, sure, but from me? 
Muninn says: He has nothing to fear from me save enlightenment. 
Muninn says: Yes, I follow the trail she leaves in the ether. 
Muninn says: She knows we follow where she goes. 
Muninn says: She endangers you all, really. Drawing the lightning down. 
Dantheman asks: What can you tell us about the "Neverending Story" quote? 
Dantheman asks: Muninn? 
Muninn says: You people have short attention spans. Comes from short lives. 
Dantheman asks: yes. how old are you? 
Muninn says: I'm older than my teeth. 
LazarusLong says: most of us are 
Muninn says: The ambrosia calls. Ewan will have to hide until tomorrow. Hopefully he will find his humble servant here then. 
Muninn says: And ye gods does the rest of the flock need to regroup. 
[ Leaving the land: Muninn misses his boat... ] 

Chancellor Friday is currently at the "Mu'Zanji City" and has been 
IDLE for: 2 out of 72 minutes ( total idle time: 9 minutes ) 
Cumulative Mu-time: 111 days, 8 hours, 49 minutes. 
Friday has s-mail.. 

gender: FEMALE beeps: YES prompt: NO hilight: YES vax/slip : NO 
mode : SPEECH wrap : YES colors: ALL muzzled: NO autofmail: NO 
ignores: [channels] 
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Cem: Friday? 

Cem: Chancellor? 

Friday: what? 

Cem: Can you give me any information on Dr Morrice or The Red or The Blue? 

Friday rolls her eyes 

Friday: i'm going to macro this. hold on. 

Cem: Sorry Chancellor, I am unfamilair with this system of communication. Macro this? 

Friday: dr. morrice was a dude in I think turkey who killed a bunch of people a few 

Friday: the newspaper who reported the story somehow screwed up a URL and listed this as a place that he hung out. 

Friday: so we got a bunch of newbies loggingin thinking we were a bunch of dr. morrice supporters. 

Friday: which we are not. that's all i know. 

Friday: that should have said, "who killed a bunch of people a few years back" 

Cem: Sorry, someone had mentioned to ask you (Chancellor Friday) for some information. 

Friday: yeah, I just bet someone did 

Friday: it's ok. 

Friday: but I think I am not going to be logging on any more for a few days 
so you can report that back to whoever's running the game. or whatever the hell it is. 

Friday waves 

[ Leaving the land: Friday & SharP (and munchkin) ]

[ Ewan - a Mubie (1053306284) has arrived at The Gate ] 
.ex ewan 

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| Profile of Ewan can't remember... | 
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No profile. 
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Citizen Ewan is currently at the "Gate of Mu" and has been 
Logged on for: 0 minutes ( total idle time: 0 minutes ) 
Cumulative Mu-time: 32 seconds. 
Ewan has no mail. 

gender: NONE beeps: NO prompt: NO hilight: NO vax/slip : NO 
mode : SPEECH wrap : NO colors: NO muzzled: NO autofmail: NO 
ignores: [channels] 
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> Ewan roams in < 
{ Ewan reads the Memory Lane scroll } 
< Ewan roams off to the Labyrinth > 
> Ewan roams in < 
{ Ewan is writing on the scroll...} 
{ Ewan writes a message on the magic scroll } 

[ Leaving the land: Ewan can't remember... ] 
[ Dantheman - a Mubie (1053385631) has arrived in Mu'Zanji ] 

.read 

[(`)] The magic scroll of the Memory Lane [(')] 

[1 ] Muninn wrote on, Saturday May 17th, at 9:10pm. 
hahahahahahahahahaha 

[2 ] Muninn wrote on, Sunday May 18th, at 8:52am. 
The little bird has already received my message. 
You need not concern yourself with its contents. 
This place will play an important role in future events, though. 
You have found my note but you have not found me 
yet 

[3 ] Ewan wrote on, Monday May 19th, at 6:40pm. 
Missed him again. Damned spite. 
He does not seem greek to me. 

[ Lost connection: Dantheman - a Mubie (1053385631) ] 



.smail ewan i hope you've visited the beautiful marina 
[*] The Mailkeeper takes your s-mail 
[ Friday & SharP (and munchkin) has arrived at The Gate ] 

Location: Marina 

You have just entered the grand Marina. Many ships are docked here 
as their crews unload various goods. The Marina is buzzing with activity. 
If you're lucky, you may catch a glimpse of the rare Lynny bird flying 
through on her way home to the ocean. Enjoy your day at the scenic Marina 
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^~~~^^^^~^~^^^~^~^^^~^^~^^~^^^~^~ \ o o o / ' ~ ~ '' ^ ~ ^ 
~~~ ^^'^^ ' ~~ ~^^^~~~^^~ ~~^'^ ~~^~ ^ ~~^~ ^ 
'^^^^ ' ^^^~^^ ~ ~~~ '^^ ~^^^^'^ '~ ~~~ ~ 

Adjacent locations are: Labyrinth, Aquarium, Mu'Zanji City, Ocean, Beach, Gate of Mu. 

You are all alone here. 
___________________________________________________________________________ 
Marina access is permanently PUBLIC with 3 messages on the scroll. 
The note reads: Mu : .news 

.read 

[(`)] The magic scroll of the Marina [(')] 

[1 ] Muninn wrote on, Sunday May 18th, at 2:09pm. 
I see that some others have followed the little bird here. 
That your effort will not be in vain, here's a little morsel: 
There is something going on with "b100d", I know not what; you can 
see for youself if you crack her second ecard. Red is not very 
creative; any new code would be essentially the same as the last. 

[2 ] Muninn wrote on, Sunday May 18th, at 2:10pm. 
Anagrams, even, would be too much for her I'll wager. She's used to 
reading from narrower parchments and in different directions though. 
Take that as you will. 

[3 ] Muninn wrote on, Monday May 19th, at 3:35pm. 
Though I think, by now, you will find her "other" message amusing. 
I believe this is what is called "irony"? 


.smail friday sorry this might seem like a weird question but are you - or do you know a - Sharing 
Patrol fan? 
[*] The Mailkeeper takes your s-mail 

> Friday falls through a crack in the ceiling < 

Friday says: hi 
You say: hello 
You ask: did that make any sense at all? 
Friday says: sharingpatrol is my husband's nick on this talker and frankly I am not terribly 
impressed by the fact that somebody has chosen to use him in some kind of online treasure hunt 
style game, but, there it is 
You say: hmmm yes i can imagine 
Friday says: he hasn't logged on in like two years, for what that's worth 
Friday asks: his profile has a Dr. Morrice joke in it, which maybe is related, based on something 
somebody said to me earlier? 
You say: i have to admit i dont know much about this game at all but i couldnt resist trying telnet 
Friday says: no no, it's ok 
You say: that sounds familiar - dr morice came up somewhere but i'm not an expert 
Friday says: dr. morrice was some dude in turkey a few years back who killed a whole bunch of 
people 
You say: oh ok 
Friday says: and somehow the newspaper that reported it, got a URL confused and wound up giving 
out the address for this talker as a site related to Dr. Morrice 
You say: sounds grim 
Friday says: so we got hit with tons of newbies who all demanded to know why we were supporting 
a woman killer. it was ridiculous. 
You ask: aha so it probably got quite busy for a while? 
Friday says: well, sort of 
Friday says: they'd kind of log on, find out that it wasn't some kind of nest for mass murderers, 
and log back out again 
You say: thats pretty funny 
Friday says: yeah 
Friday says: xxxxx thought so (my husband), hence the joke in his profile 
Friday says: .ex sharingpatrol to see it 
.ex sharingpatrol 

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| Profile of SharingPatrol waves Hi to Pippin | 
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My name is Morrice. I am doctor. I would very like much to practice 
my medicine on beatiful westerm women. 

I like death. 

If you come to Turkey I will make you guest free in my clinic! I know 
many exciting procedures and am not restricted by infidel 
malpractice laws. 

I kill you. 
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Citizen Sharingpatrol is currently IRL! 

Cumulative Mu-time: 52 days, 7 hours, 8 minutes. 
Sharingpatrol last logged off on Sun Aug 19 23:06:02 2001 
That visit was 637 days, 19 hours, 54 minutes ago. 
Sharingpatrol was on for 4 minutes 
Sharingpatrol has unread s-mail.. 
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You say: i like the tag line 
Friday says:  
Friday says: so what is this game, anyway? I saw the forum for it but it was kind of confusing. 
You ask: i think the specific quote from the game was 'sharing patrol fan'... what is / are 
sharing patrol anyway? 
Friday says: some band 
Friday says: I don't know. xxxxx is into obscure bands from the 80s. possibly a local seattle 
band? I honestly have no idea. 
You say: um i dont really know how the game started but I think theres some doubt as to whether 
or not its a real game 
Friday asks: oh, really? 
You say: perhaps the clue was just meant to bring people here - so it might get a bit busy all 
over again... sorry in advance 
Friday says: somehow that wouldn't surprise me. and I would love to know how xxxxx got dragged 
into this. 
Friday says: no big whoop, we had a little bit of warning re newbies. 
You ask: is there a website anywhere which someone might have found with the nick sharing patrol 
and a link here? 
Friday says: i seriously doubt it. xxxxx hasn't had a web page for years and even when he did, 
I don't think he mentioned mumu land on it. 
Friday says: hmm. I suppose somebody else might have put up a web page with a list of friends, 
naming him, and then a link here, but I would have no idea who or where. 
You say: hmmm 
Friday says: it would be sharingpatrol all one word if so, anyway 
You say: well the big thing with all these games (i think) is that you never know who's in charge, 
so theres probably not a lot of point looking too hard 
Friday says: in case you wanted to google it 
Friday says: huh. ok. 
You say: i found the original reference 
You say: its a message " 
You say: Find YHS in the Land of the Mumu. Be wary of Dr Morice. The Sharing Patrol fan could tell 
you more. Munin. 
Friday says: well. if sharingpatrol the user is the sharing patrol fan referred to, that's amusing, 
considering he hasn't logged on for over 2 years. 
You say: its very strange indeed 
Friday says: and, I have no idea what YHS is. 
You say: might be someone who used to come here back then 
Friday says: maybe, but it doesn't ring any bells, and I've been on here since 95 
Friday says: back in the pre-instnat messenger days 
You say: its quite good fun - i never used telnet before today 
Friday says: i like it. more of a group feel than just chatting one on one via IM or whatever. 
You say: i like the concept of shouting 
Friday says: yeah, that's fun 
Friday says: there are talker-like things called MUDs (multi user domains? I forget what the acronym 
stands for) 
Friday says: that are basically telnet-based role playing games, where you go around killing things 
and accumulating xp and so forth 
Friday says: this one is just for chat, though 
You ask: will everyone get cross if a bunch of gamer geeks show up? 
You say: some people were killing each other earlier 
You say: i think 
Friday says: nah, we're used to it 
Friday says: back in the late 90s when these things were more popular we used to get folks logging 
in all the time who wanted to know where the weapons were, etc 
You ask: whats xp by the way? 
Friday says: oh, I forgot, not everyone has gamer friends 
Friday says: experience points. very common concept in role playing games. you accumulate them and 
you can spend them on stuff. 
You say: oh ok 
You say: well these lot are puzzle solvers 
You say: so there will probably be loads of strange messages all over the place 
You say: and confused people 
Friday says: yeah... so I hear 
You ask: oh yeah so you were warned about this? 
Friday says: a little bit 
You ask: may i ask how? 
Friday sighs. i'm probably not supposed to say. 
Friday says: somebody just told us that we'd maybe be getting a bunch of mubies who were playing a 
game of some sort 
You say: it might confirm that it is a real game and not someone leading a dance 
Friday says: well, that's about all i know 
You ask: could that person have let on about the sharing patrol thing? 
Friday says: no, just said to expect newbies 
You ask: this server has only recently been reopened? is that right? 
Friday says: we've been open for a long time. the server just moved its physical location but we 
weren't down. 
> FiRe comes in looking for fresh taco < 
FiRe moons you all 
< FiRe makes like a tree and leaves for the Mu'Zanji City > 
You say: oh ok 
> FiRe comes in looking for fresh taco < 
You ask: does it always go under the name of landofmu.com ? 
Friday says: yeah basically 

//snip// 

< FiRe makes like a tree and leaves for the Mu'Zanji City > 
You ask: where are you friday? 
Friday says: right now? sitting on my butt in front of the computer, same as usual 
You ask: i mean US or UK? 
Friday says: oh 
Friday says: Seattle, WA, US 
You say: i have to go afk for a few mins... 
Friday says: all righty 
< Friday dissipates into the Mu'Zanji City > 
.poke friday thanks for answering all those questions! 
[>] Poke sent to Friday 
>> Friday exclaims to you > sure! 


[ Ewan can't remember... has arrived at The Gate ] 
> Ewan roams in < 
{ Ewan reads the Marina scroll } 
<*> YOU HAVE NEW S-MAIL EH! : type .rmail to read it <*> 
< Ewan roams off to the Mu'Zanji City > 
*> POKE from Ewan: 
> Ewan roams in < 
< Ewan roams off to the Labyrinth > 

.rmail 

[<*>] Your s-mailbox [<*>] 

[1 ] From: Ewan on, Monday May 19th, at 7:38pm. 
i have now... i have no idea what he's talking about. 

[i] Your s-mail box is using 119 out of 23000 bytes allowable. 
*> POKE from Ewan: 
*> POKE from Ewan: .set beeps on 
[ Leaving the land: Ewan can't remember... ] 
.set beeps on 
*> You now have beeps on <