Truly ancient logs?

[Greve]

Does anyone possess logs from Armageddon's infancy, before it was even classified as an RPIMUD? Back when the soldiers had bronze swords, halflings fraternized with gemmers around the fountain and all those other things we've heard about from the really old farts. I would be very interested to see what it was like in the beginning, though I don't really expect logs that old to exist anymore.

[Marauder Moe]

http://www.armageddon.org/rp/logs/

Some of these go back as far as the Rebellion, I think.  I've never seen any much older, though.

[jcljules]

People really need to post some more logs. There are so many huge events that happened years ago, and no logs for them.

Edit: And so many new players *cough cough* who would like to see how these events went down.

[Jestor]

I have plans on posting some old logs from 97-2000 but I just havent had time yet.  

It is also hard for me to discern what was just mundane play and what might be interesting to other players.  It's on my to-do list and I will try and get around to parsing out logs that may be of interest, sooner than later.

Edit:  One thing that is apparent when looking through these logs... the game is -so- much more stable than it was way back then!  I had forgotten how horrible it was to have a great RP moment be thwarted by a crash and then noone be in the same place when they logged back in (due to each typing save at a different time/location).

[Sorry]

A male voice says, in sirihish:
     "I don't even know what a Nammos is...."

Someone lights something.
The area is filled with a blue light.

Brash and crude, a tall and thick faint shape exclaims, in northern-accented sirihish:
     "What ahr you all doin' in the Sun Kang's lands?!"

A tall faint shape says, in sirihish:
     "Nammos here"

Squinting toward the voice, a short faint shape says, in sirihish:
     "Eating bugs...."

A faint shape settles in next to you, arms blowing out a sigh.

A faint shape says, in northern-accented sirihish:
     "Arigh'. Full count."

A tall faint shape makes yipping and barking noises.

A short faint shape says, in sirihish:
     "Who's asking us what we're doing in the Sun kings lands, this um...this ain't a joking matter..at all."

A faint shape says, in northern-accented sirihish:
     "Stop practicin' your sex magick, Omash."

With a faint sigh, a short faint shape says, in sirihish:
     "Please, Idiots...don' make me cut your necks."

Idly, a faint shape says, in sirihish:
     "Knock that shit off."

[Akaramu]

People really need to post some more logs. There are so many huge events that happened years ago, and no logs for them.

I tried, but apparently it's not possible to submit logs at the moment. 

[LucildaHunta]

Keep in mind in the earlier days a lot of us we're playing from raw telnet. Clients really weren't all that common back then. I'm sure someone has them, but they're probably really rare.

[Lizzie]

You're welcome.

[Riev]

I'm more interested in blue light than Omash's sex magick.

Arm. You have ruined me.

[chrisdcoulombe]

How old is that log Lizzie?

[DustMight]

Plenty of memories but alas no logs.

[Grogerif]

Lizzie's log is obviously from Tuluk, though I suppose it could be a halfling log.

[HavokBlue]

I have just one log I'd love to share but I cannot because reasons.

[CodeMaster]

Update to Marauder Moe's link: http://old.armageddon.org/rp/logs/

[Riev]

Some of those logs are great. Others sound like they're speaking awful-English and I LOVE it.

[Cendell]

The oldest log I have...which I assume is just the buffer from my client at the time, early 2000's I'd think. Hah. (I miss you, completely unbalanced anakore claw gloves)

<97/97 100/103 123/131: walking>
Sighing, the tonsured, black-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
     "You're a good man, and I don't know why they have ordered this."

<97/97 100/103 123/131: walking>tell templar (bowing his head) I have some..powe
rful, ex-friends, Lord Templar.
Bowing his head, you say to the tonsured, black-bearded templar, in sirihish:
     "I have some..powerful, ex-friends, Lord Templar."

<97/97 103/103 123/131: walking>l
Dungeons of Allanak [N]
   The solid stone walls of this massive chamber rise up twenty cords, to
accommodate the larger criminals of the city's streets.  The floor has
been laid with the same stone used in making the walls, and is covered
with decades, possibly centuries, of filth.  There are no furnishings
here, nor any windows for lighting.
The tonsured, black-bearded templar is standing here.
- a ball of green light floats about his head.
A human soldier of Tektolnes walks along here.
A human soldier of Tektolnes walks along here.
A human soldier of Tektolnes walks along here.
The golden-haired soldier walks here, casually surveying the area.
A human soldier of Tektolnes walks along here.

<97/97 103/103 123/131: walking>
Nodding, the tonsured, black-bearded templar says to you, in sirihish:
     "I am incredibly sorry.  Know that this is not my wish, but... I am Jal.  A
nd we do the dirty work."

<97/97 103/103 123/131: walking>
Motioning the soldiers forward, the tonsured, black-bearded templar says to you,
in sirihish:
     "Goodbye, Aldarn."

<97/97 103/103 123/131: walking>nosave

The tonsured, black-bearded templar issues an order to all who will heed it.
The human soldier stops guarding the tonsured, black-bearded templar.
The human soldier slashes your foot, nicking you.
The human soldier pierces at you, but you dodge out of the way.
The golden-haired soldier stops guarding the tonsured, black-bearded templar.
The golden-haired soldier slashes your body.
The golden-haired soldier pierces your foot.
The human soldier stops guarding the tonsured, black-bearded templar.
The human soldier stabs you very hard on your head.
The human soldier stops guarding the tonsured, black-bearded templar.
The human soldier viciously leaps toward you, but a new pair of black leather pa
nts gets in the way.
The human soldier hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
The human soldier stops guarding the tonsured, black-bearded templar.
The human soldier slashes you very hard on your arm.
The human soldier's attack on you is absorbed by a new shirt of black duskhorn c
hainmail.

<50/97 73/103 123/131: walking>Nosave on.

<50/97 73/103 123/131: walking>
The human soldier slashes you very hard on your waist.
The human soldier solidly pierces your head.

<29/97 55/103 123/131: walking>
The human soldier lightly stabs your leg.
The human soldier aims a circle kick at your head, but you quickly avoid it.
The human soldier lightly slashes your leg.
The human soldier pierces at you, but you dodge out of the way.

<19/97 55/103 123/131: walking>
The human soldier slashes your body, nicking you.
The human soldier solidly pierces your arm.
The human soldier's kick at you is partially absorbed by your claws.
The human soldier hammers you with a brutal circle kick - you see stars.

<1/97 51/103 123/131: walking>
The human soldier viciously leaps toward you, but a new shirt of black duskhorn
chainmail gets in the way.
The human soldier hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
You try to slash the human soldier with a dusty new pair of anakore-claw gloves,
but miss.

The tonsured, black-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
     "It was Ysania, and Iakovitzes, by the way."

<1/97 52/103 123/131: walking>The golden-haired soldier slashes your head, infli
cting a grievous wound.

Welcome to Armageddon!   

[RogueGunslinger]

Aww man. Whoever bumped this thread made me think jcljules was back. That person was great.

[James de Monet]

I thought I had some decently old logs...but it turns out my idea of a "log" pre-mudding-clients was to manually copy people's mdescs and save them.  I did find these two gems, though, both from about 2000-2001:

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Caravan Road [NEW]
A kank stands here, its yellow shell mottled with dust.
The dreadlocked, freckled man is standing here.
The small, solemn-eyed girl is standing here.
The tall almond-eyed human is standing here.
A grey kank is reclining here.
The immense, well-toned man is standing here.
A yellow kank is reclining here.
A yellow kank is reclining here.
The young, pony-tailed man is standing here.
A grey kank is reclining here.
The emerald-eyed, white-haired man is standing here.
A greenish-brown kank is reclining here.
A yellow kank is reclining here.
The tall, tanned human man is standing here.


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The gaunt, white-haired man says to you, in sirihish:
     "I'm Sargax Kurac, as ye likely know."

[Sakra]

I dug through my logs, and here's the oldest I have, from the HRPT war for Tuluk.

Fun fact, this battle is related from the perspective of a runner in original submissions: Scaien Wall, The by Gorbei
I was playing the Sergeant "Steiner", but the story makes him sound way cooler.

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[Edited massive amounts of movement spam getting up north and finally to meet with rebel forces.]

To the south is Dead-End of a Smooth, Sandstone Road.
[Very far]
A yellow kank stands here, carrying the short woman wearing a faded red and white veil on his back.
The bushy-bearded, blue-eyed man is standing here.
A grey kank stands here, carrying the short and thick man wearing a dusty faded red and white veil on his back.
A rag-tag unit of ten soldiers stands here in loose formation.
A unit of tribal-looking humans is in loose formation here.
A unit of tribal-looking humans is in loose formation here.
A unit of mutated humanoids are standing here.
A unit of mutated humanoids are standing here.
A unit of mutated humanoids are standing here.
A grey kank stands here, carrying the short figure in a dusty hooded, brown sandcloth windcloak on his back.
The short figure in a hooded, sunburst-crested, black and red greatcloak is standing here.
A light greenish-brown kank stands here, clacking its pincers.
A wild kank stands here, carrying the short figure in a dusty hooded, gray sandcloth windcloak on his back.
A gargantuan lizard with glossy black scales stands here foraging for food.
The gigantic and obese man wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil is standing here.
A light greenish-brown kank is reclining here.
[Far]
Nothing.
[Near]
A unit of Allanaki half-giant infantry stands in formation here.
A unit of Allanaki half-giant infantry stands in formation here.
A unit of Allanaki half-giant infantry stands in formation here.
A crew of scruffy humanoid slaves is here, working on the great wall.
A fenced-in vineyard lies nestled against the Scaien wall.
A tall wooden pole is here, a jade-cross Allanaki flag flying from it.

Shaking his head, the heavy, pockmarked man says, in southern-accented sirihish:
     "Look at that..."

The thick-maned half-giant says, in southern-accented sirihish:
     "Um, there they are."

You say, in sirihish:
     "Shiat..."

A human Allanaki soldier has arrived from the west.

A human Allanaki soldier walks south.

You say, in sirihish:
     "We're gonna need more men."

[vissa]

Not the oldest log I've got, but certainly the most significant.

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Stepping onto a sprawling heap of corpses, gaining vantage over the crowded street by his position, the bald, birthmarked templar shouts, in sirihish:
"Your...weakness has forced my hand!"

The lean, white-haired young man's gaze is fixated on the ground, his nose just barely touching it.

The stocky, weather-beaten human whitens as he remains prostrate.

The late, red sun descends toward the western horizon.

The willowy, grey-streaked man glances up just enough to get a glimpse of the bald, birthmarked templar's boots, then cowers back down again.

The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf starts a bit as he lies facedown.

The tanned, bleached-haired man sucks in a quiet breath.

Beginning to turn towards the besieged estate, the bald, birthmarked templar shouts, in sirihish:
"And so I will finish what you have begun!"

[Nile]

I had the whole sacking of the Red Fang camp logged from RF perspective but I lost it when my computer crashed....There might possibly be a version on a hard drive out there somewhere. Will have to look.

[Sorry]

Some awesome ones I spotted:
"Balthazar and Alme have just concluded a meeting about political matters."
• follow up scene
• explanation

"Ellandris had such a special relationship. Everyone assumed they were lovers, but they never were."

"what these players were capable of doing with their dialog, their emotes, and their writing.  These logs are all 10+ years old, the characters in them long gone, and they reveal nothing sensitive about the game's more mysterious elements"

"Just One Drink - submission by LauraMars"

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