I just played the dumbest game of nethack ever. Intentionaly, just to see how far I could get. First off, I tourtured my cat. That got boring after a while (he was quick). Then I went about telling my god bad things. 'oh, torth, my lord and savior. My god. I want to worship another god. You won't mind, will you? Oh torth, I beg of the, let me go astray...let me abuse your teachings. Oh, and I'm going to kill that danm cat.'

I went on, and on till he decided to curse all the items I had. I did it some more, and he took away my eyesight. Hmm, that was kina boring then. I realy didn't want to die...just piss him off a lot. I toyed with the cat some more. You wouldn't belive how hard it is to fight something you cant see! I wasted like 300 turns trying to hit him. Only whacked him a few times.

Then I got smart, and got out my wand of fire! I was gonna have roasted kitty for dinner :) Only had 3 charges left on the wand though. I had to make 'em count. ZAP! Missed, shit. I prayed again, to see what would happen. The walls of the dungen shook with my gods anger.

Sudenly I realized I had a scroll of cure blindness. Hmm, I was blind...can't read while blind! (shit) Ohh, a potion of detect monsters...exelent. I drank it in a great haste. YES! I found the little bastard, two spaces to the west of me. I got my wand of fire ready...ZAP!

I felt my way over to his corpse, hmm, still not done enough (I like well cooked kitty). After setting him back down, I zapped him again. Ohh, the smell of that just made my mouth water! Danm was he tasty.

Not having my lust for death satisfied yet, I went on to bigger, and better things. I was going to go to the bottom of the dungen, and kill the biggest badass of them all. Show my god who's realy in charge. Totaly planning to rock his world.

It didn't quite work out that way though. Being blind didn't realy help my cause. I spent way too long stumbleing around to find the stairs to the next level. Not a good idea to go down a set of stairs, and not be able to see. I don't know how many monsters just waiting for me. I could smell the stench of thier breath. One grabed me, and refused to let go. Another began chewing on my left foot.

A couple blasts of force bolt made quick work of them though. I was on a roll. After a couple steps I could see again! Checking the carnage I left on the starecase, then moving on to the next room. Someone had left a spellbook, nice. Reading it was a bad idea though, since my god had cursed me, everything I touched became dangerous. It teleported me to another part of the dungen.

Down the next set of stairs, through some dark hallways. I stumbled uppon a grave. Hmm...using my bare hands to unearth the casket took some time. Thier was a mumified kobold inside. Nothing realy worth looting, save for the burial cloth. Those are rumored to have great magical powers.

Apparently that was a bad idea. After I began disrobing the mummy, he awoke. Pissed too. We where in a deathlock for what seemed like hours. Finaly he got the best of me. As I took my last breath he mouthed some powerfull words, then released his grip.

Stunned, I realied what happend. My sences slowly slipped away. He had finaly found true rest. Transfering his dreaded curse to me. From that point on I was destaned to the same fate as him. As a mummy. Death was too good for me.

The moral of this story, don't eat your cat, and don't rob graves. Both are a very bad idea.

The being basicly imortal part is cool...but the utter stupidty that comes with it makes it suck.

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