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This is a 30-part World Wide Web series on the wonders of
Chromium, nature's little helper. We will explore all facets of Chromium,
from how it oxidizes to form 'chrome', to how we might be able to utilize
chromium's secret powers to make all of Europe have strange orange teeth.
What is Chromium??
I want you to shut up right now. We'll talk about what I want to talk about,
and I will not take any of your shit. Welcome to the
TrippyMUSH home-page, home-boy. Boy-page. What is Trippy, you might ask.
Well, well, well. Up to your old tricks already! Just for that, I suppose
I'll have to show you what it is, and boy-page, I don't
think you're gonna like it.
Maybe I Don't Want To Play Your Silly Game
Luckily, the United States Congress has just passed a bill ruling that
everyone except those with a history of nose disease and grandmothers
under the age of 7 must play TrippyMUSH at least 26 times a day, for
at least two hours each time.
Please note that this refers to the United States of Ted, and not the
nation of North America known as the United States of America, all
rights reserved, all wrongs reversed, be multiple and fruitfly
For you impatient types, here's a direct link so you can
telnet your ugly ass down
to TrippyMUSH. Those of you with a touch more patience might want to
read through the rest of the home-page.
What is this MUSH stuff?
A long long time ago in a galaxy in far-off Guam, several magical faeries
were working on a way to link the entire elk population of Earth together
over an international computer network. Like so many other things in life,
once the humans found out about it, they gave it all sorts of fancy names
(Informal Highway, BurgerNet, SideburnSpace) and took it right the
hell over. It would be used for all Humankind! It would be educational,
it would be commercial, it would edumercial, it would be
governcomedunetual! No one needed to understand what it
was about; they just needed to know the fancy nicknames and be told that
it was the wave of the future, thus making them confuse it frequently with
Pepsi.
Then came the next division in Net Applications: the Useless aspects. I
mean games, stupid. Jim Aspnes made something he called 'MUD',
which stood for Multi-User Dungeon. This was a Zork-like thing with multiple
users, so instead of typing 'slay elf', you could type 'slay this guy from
Utah'. A whole new world opened up before us, and it wasn't Pluto.
I asked what MUSH was. You do ramble, don't you?
I thought I told you to shut up. Anyway. MUD was nice and fun and mean-
spirited and caused cancer, and people ate it up. So then someone thought:
Hey! What if we made this more confusing? Made it harder to use, and give it a
name that's a little bigger, maybe at least by one extra letter? With this in
mind, two new variations of MUD were invented: MUCK, which stands for
'Something', and MUSH, your new friend, which stands for
'Multi-User Shared Hallucination'. No, really! I wouldn't make stuff up.
MUSH is just MUD, but with more ability to program. What does this mean, you
ask? Shut up. I will be vague as long as I want to. MUSH also allows you more
CPU-credit drives in your co-dependant-processor, and cooks up better
hash-stats. It's made of 100% wood substitute, and stays dry as long as it is
kept away from liquid. MUD was made of dirt and sticks. Aren't you happy you
chose MUSH?
I haven't chosen anything. How do I escape this Home-Page?
You don't. Anyway, there was MUSH, originally implemented by Larry Foard. Way to
go, Larry! Then some other stuff happened, and there was lots of excitement,
drama, humor and cheese. Right about this time, maybe a little after or before,
TrippyMUSH was born.
See, there's tons of these MUSHes out there, along with MOOs and MUCKs and MUSEs
and MUGLYPIGMANGLERs and other M-based acronyms that tend to mean something.
Most of them are set up to be little virtual worlds that have a theme, such
as the Dragonrubbers of Pern or the StarTrek Looniverse or Little MUSH on the
Prairie, where everyone lives out their geeky fantasies until they forget to
pay their phone bill or they fail out of college and have to get a job in the
local yeast-processing plant.
TrippyMUSH, on the other hand, has no theme. You can play Godzilla, if you like.
You can play Lucille Ball, you can play Squidgy the Talking Pencil. You can be
all that you can be, without the morning hikes. So what do we do there? Well,
you see, these l'il cute games have their own similarities to Real Life, just
like Real Life does. Things get weird. Politics sprout, drama ensues,
relationships happen, arbitrators pull their hair out, and small virtual kittens
pee in your shoes. Just like life! Oh, I seem to have gone and lost my point
again. I think I was trying to say that TrippyMUSH is just like all the other
games out there, but we're a good deal more relaxed. We're gold-filtered apathy
in with a general who-cares attitude, sprinkled with laziness, and frothed to a
fine bizarre head.
Oh God, I'm becoming very afraid of you.
That's just as well. As you can probably tell, we're not for children. We're not
for dentists, either, or for Young Bourbon Professionals. We welcome Czars. We
approve of the word 'brouhaha'.
Alright, I give, I give. How do I try this out?
See, I knew you'd come around eventually. One last piece of advice.
DON'T EAT KIDS!
To connect to TrippyMUSH, you can either click
here, or you can
TELNET pebkac.trippy.org 7567
Many people use a 'client' program to play MUD/MUSH/MUCK/MELONs called TinyFUGUE,
which is available for UNIX platforms at several lovely FTP sites, including
ftp.tcp.com
in the /pub/mud/Clients/tinyfugue directory, usually called something like
'tf.35a19.tar.gz' or something stupid like that.
text by: Coyote
This page, its contents, and all images used at property and
copyright TrippyMUSH, Inc. TrippyMUSH is for adults. The content of discussions had
there, descriptions of rooms and objects, and in fact, verbage on this very page may
contain adult language and themes. If you're not an adult, or are an adult, and can't
handle our opinions, just leave. We don't want you. Life is like that sometimes. Suck
it up.
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