'So glad I made illy before anyone else had a chance to then.' Illyria says.

[*][SAFE]<150hp 160sp 170st> say Yeah really.
'Yeah really.' you say.

[*][SAFE]<150hp 160sp 170st> hmm
You Hmmmm out loud.

[*][SAFE]<150hp 160sp 170st> pray death
A disembodied hand coalesces out of nowhere and squashes you into a bloody pulp.
Your disembodied soul rises from your ravaged corpse.
'Ah, Vliddy.' the incarnation of death says. 'We meet again.'
The incarnation of death swings a Scythe of Soul Rending in a long, lazy arc...
You turn translucent.
You feel a soft prickling on the back of your neck as your senses are heightened.
You feel a prickling on the back of your neck as your senses are heightened.
Your feet rise a few inches off the ground.
You feel a sharp prickling on the back of your neck as your senses are heightened.
A haze of crimson and gold sparks flit across your field of vision.

You are now dead, which fortunately for Adventurers in the land of Alyria can be a
temporary condition. Please read the handbook in your inventory (Type 'READ HANDBOOK')
and read the help entry on death (Type 'HELP DEATH') if you haven't already.

 Ethereal Void                                          -      N      -
(-------------------------------------------------)     W <-U-(M)-D-> E
 WARNING: You are in a CHAOTIC PLAYER KILLING room.     -      S      -

You are floating in a featureless gray mist. Sights and sounds from
other dimensions flit about you in a confusing tangle.
A strange-looking flower grows here, seemingly out of nothing.
A nondescript glass vial has been dropped here.
(Gold Aura) *The shade of Gattaca is floating here...
(Gold Aura) *The shade of Saker is floating here...
(Gold Aura) **The undead shade of Mordred is floating here...

<1750hp 1850sp 2150st> {+1600hp +1690sp +1980st}
sc

Gattaca puts mordred's cock in his mouth

[*]<1750hp 1850sp 2150st> Player Information for: Vliddy The Smuggler [HARDCORE]
Hours Played: 4 Age: 20 years (Born 9/24/1428)
Class Level: 13 Total Level: 13
Race: halfling Gender: male
Class: cavalier Alignment: -1 (neutral)
Hit Points: 1750/150 Practices: 35
Spell Points: 1850/160 Quest Points: 0 (0 quests)
Stamina: 2150/170 Reputation: 100 (Saint)
Strength: 10/17 Vitality: 6/21
Knowledge: 8/19 Luck: 16/21
Wisdom: 13/20 Courage: 15/23
Agility: 10/23 Sanity: 14/20
Personality: 12/22
Spell Complexity Comprehension: 5%
Proficiency Complexity Comprehension:
Wea: 21% Def: 21% Com: 21% Tek: 8% Mys: 5%
* You have 116,666 experience points and need 16,667 to advance.
* You have killed 98 creatures and 0 players in combat.
* You have been killed 3 times, 0 in player kill combat.
* You have defeated 0 players and lost 0 times in arena combat.
* You are carrying 4 items weighing 40 stones and 40 pebbles.
* You have attained 3 marks, 0 honors, and 0 relationships.
* [HARDCORE] You have 4 incarnations remaining.
* You are currently encumbered. You may move slower than normal.
* You will remain a shade for 22 more minutes.

<1750hp 1850sp 2150st> tell illyria WOW
You tell Illyria 'WOW'

<1750hp 1850sp 2140st> {+0hp +0sp -10st}
REPLY I'M SO GLAD I DID THAT
You tell Illyria 'I'M SO GLAD I DID THAT'

<1750hp 1850sp 2130st> {+0hp +0sp -10st}
REPLY WHEN I DID
You tell Illyria 'WHEN I DID'

<1750hp 1850sp 2120st> {+0hp +0sp -10st}

Hint: When you die, you come here to the Ethereal Void. Type 'score' to see how much longer you have to remain here.

<1750hp 1850sp 2120st> REPLY Gattaca puts mordred's cock in his mouth
You tell Illyria 'Gattaca puts mordred's cock in his mouth'

<1750hp 1850sp 2110st> {+0hp +0sp -10st}

Illyria tells you 'why?'

<1750hp 1850sp 2110st>
Gattaca says, 'Thats a shame'

<1750hp 1850sp 2110st> reply What the hell D:
You tell Illyria 'What the hell D:'

<1750hp 1850sp 2100st> {+0hp +0sp -10st}

Illyria tells you 'roflrofl'

<1750hp 1850sp 2100st>
Saker seems to disappear as he steps into the shadows.

<1750hp 1850sp 2100st>
Gattaca says, 'Do yo uthink mordred will take advantage of me'

<1750hp 1850sp 2100st>
Saker says, 'You're dead'

<1750hp 1850sp 2100st>
'There's nothing to take advantage of' Saker says.

<1750hp 1850sp 2100st>
Saker seems to disappear as he steps into the shadows.

<1750hp 1850sp 2100st> say From the looks of it, you already took advantage of him.
You say, 'From the looks of it, you already took advantage of him.'