From: (nikolai kingsley)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: el diablo (1)
Date: Mon, 1 Dec 1997 20:06:22 +1100
Organization: anarchartists/FDP
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You waltzed up to the Skeleton Captain and you hit it with your +28% 
falchion. You hit it again and again; it only got one retaliatory hit in, 
which you easily blocked with your AC 3 buckler. You hit it again; it 
collapsed into a heap of bones and died the final death, dropping eight 
gold coins as it fell. You picked up the money, of course. You always do. 
A matter of habit.

You didn't see the hesitancy. You didn't sense its fear. You ignored the 
scraps of skin and hair still attached to the skull. You missed the 
flecks of saliva that flew from its tattered tongue as its jaw fell off.

You forgot that this was a person once, a man with dreams and itches and 
hungers and regrets. You forgot that it once had a life. You just wanted 
the experience points, damn you.

Come, muse, let us sing of rats.
- James Grainger