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So Slapper VI, like his ancestors before him, took the oath to harm nothing with anything other than his fists. He ground down to dlvl99 and on the 26th October, he challenged Sauron to a bout of fisticuffs...
During the VERY long and VERY tedious boxing match, Sauron repeatedly summoned all the uniques Slapper hadn't been able to handle and kept on teleporting around the level. But, eventually, he delivered the killing blow to Sauron's temple with the back of his hand. He'd used 10 of his 23 potions of *Healing*, and he also had 6 potions of Life safely tucked away at home, so he was more or less on target for the final bit of slap and tickle with the Purple P.
So far so good...
At this point I had a choice to make. I was fairly low on Hit points (126HP) and didn't want to waste any healing potions. I was surrounded by (relatively) minor summons so couldn't easily recall. Teleporting was out of the question as there were about 20+ uniques wondering around the level. But I was standing on top of a certain magical staircase...
I'll just pop down, see if there was any equipment very close to grab (better boots of speed would be handy), and then come up again, zap the rod of recall. rest and go home to prepare.
At this point a minor occurrence occurred that would have catastrophic consequences for poor Slapper VI. My two-year old fell out of bed.
After putting her back, unharmed, to bed, I came downstairs, in both planes of existence - Angband and RL. There was an enticing pair of boots just sitting there, two squares away from the stairs...and a Gelugon. Well, it's only a Gelugon - I had forgotten that I wasn't on full health (or anything near).
At this point I like to think that the Gelugon was a little surprised to see this bloodied mess of a Half-troll dragging his ruined body towards him with malice aforethought, armed with nothing but a slightly mad glint in his eye. I like to think that he cocked a supercilious eyebrow before drawing in a huge breath and obliterating me.
So there you have it - my stupidest YASD yet. But maybe it was Morgoth himself who, having seen his most faithful servant fall to my fists, reached out into our world and flung my little daughter from her bed?
I must admit, when I saw those dreaded six little letters, with the space halfway between, I might have lost it a little bit. I slammed the laptop lid down so hard that the battery fell out of the back. Thence followed the longest, and stroppiest, period of rage quit in my Angband career. Until today I couldn't bring myself to load him back up and suicide him, or mark him as dead on the ladder. I didn't even log into the forum for all this time. One thing I did find during this period in the wilderness is that I discovered something called 'Free Time'.
I didn't like it much, so I'm back - Slapper VI is dead, long live Slapper VII!
[EDIT] I should add, for the sake of Slapper's 'dignity', that it had been such a long break that I'd completely forgotten that Slapper is actually a girl!
During the VERY long and VERY tedious boxing match, Sauron repeatedly summoned all the uniques Slapper hadn't been able to handle and kept on teleporting around the level. But, eventually, he delivered the killing blow to Sauron's temple with the back of his hand. He'd used 10 of his 23 potions of *Healing*, and he also had 6 potions of Life safely tucked away at home, so he was more or less on target for the final bit of slap and tickle with the Purple P.
So far so good...
At this point I had a choice to make. I was fairly low on Hit points (126HP) and didn't want to waste any healing potions. I was surrounded by (relatively) minor summons so couldn't easily recall. Teleporting was out of the question as there were about 20+ uniques wondering around the level. But I was standing on top of a certain magical staircase...
I'll just pop down, see if there was any equipment very close to grab (better boots of speed would be handy), and then come up again, zap the rod of recall. rest and go home to prepare.
At this point a minor occurrence occurred that would have catastrophic consequences for poor Slapper VI. My two-year old fell out of bed.
After putting her back, unharmed, to bed, I came downstairs, in both planes of existence - Angband and RL. There was an enticing pair of boots just sitting there, two squares away from the stairs...and a Gelugon. Well, it's only a Gelugon - I had forgotten that I wasn't on full health (or anything near).
At this point I like to think that the Gelugon was a little surprised to see this bloodied mess of a Half-troll dragging his ruined body towards him with malice aforethought, armed with nothing but a slightly mad glint in his eye. I like to think that he cocked a supercilious eyebrow before drawing in a huge breath and obliterating me.
So there you have it - my stupidest YASD yet. But maybe it was Morgoth himself who, having seen his most faithful servant fall to my fists, reached out into our world and flung my little daughter from her bed?
I must admit, when I saw those dreaded six little letters, with the space halfway between, I might have lost it a little bit. I slammed the laptop lid down so hard that the battery fell out of the back. Thence followed the longest, and stroppiest, period of rage quit in my Angband career. Until today I couldn't bring myself to load him back up and suicide him, or mark him as dead on the ladder. I didn't even log into the forum for all this time. One thing I did find during this period in the wilderness is that I discovered something called 'Free Time'.
I didn't like it much, so I'm back - Slapper VI is dead, long live Slapper VII!
[EDIT] I should add, for the sake of Slapper's 'dignity', that it had been such a long break that I'd completely forgotten that Slapper is actually a girl!
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