Intro:
This was my 2nd attempt to create a MUD area. This one was on a ROM based MUD, my previous attempt was on a CircleMUD. The prior attempt was a sci-fi type of world based mostly on Frank Herbert's Dune series as well as from the writings of Philip K. Dick. This area was more of a future post-apocalyptic world based on songs from Gary Numan, most notably "Down in the Park" and "The Machman". I never really had a story with a plot for either areas. I just went by spontaneous ideas that I was having. Unfortunately I don't have any of my material from my first area and this was all I scavenged from the 2nd one. Neither areas were ever finished. I'm glad I kept this much however because it's interesting to me to see my writing style at various stages of my life. I was probably 18 or 19 years old when I wrote this.


shake shak shaken man~
Friend #05~
A shaken man huddles nervously inside some disheveled blankets.
~
His eyes are bulging incredibly at you, pleading for mercy. Mercy that he
cannot beg for since his mouth has been sewn shut. An ever present fear has
made him ghostly pale and covered him in sweat beads. This poor wretch wears
nothing but the blankets and a large number "5" has been tattooed upon his
chest.
~
human~

mach man machman~
the Machman~
A Machman glances at you and looks away, clearly uninterested.
~
Machmen, humans that willingly have intercourse with machines. They will
go to any measure to remain with their metallic lovers. Quite fanatic and
masochistic by nature. This particular one is covered with piercings,
chains, and hooks, that all have been attached to his skin.
~

mach man machman~
the Machman~
A Machman glances at you and looks away, clearly uninterested.
~
Machmen, humans that willingly have intercourse with machines. They will
go to any measure to remain with their metallic lovers. Quite fanatic and
masochistic by nature. This woman has several long thin pins sticking from
her flesh, lips, and erogenous areas. She notices your attention and grins
defiantly at you.
~

#113
horde roach cockroach cockroaches~
a horde of cockroaches~
A horde of cockroaches skitter about and nibble frantically at the flecks
on the ground.
~
The natural survivors of any disastor. This particular group is
suprisingly numerous, yet intent on feeding. There's not even a single
twitch among them at your presence.
~

circuit necklace~
a circuit necklace~
A necklace composed of intricate circuits is lying here.~
silicon~
jewelry A AC
0 0 0 0 0
0 8 1000 P
A
3 1
E
necklace~
The necklace is composed of tiny cyborg curcuits that interact with human
flesh. Once in contact with flesh they graft to the wearer, increasing
thought processes and data retrieval. A side effect results, the wearer's
nervous system becomes much more sensitive, especially to pleasure and pain.
~

#ROOMS
#101
{wThe Park{x~
{BBrooding dust clouds trail above you and slowly fall over the horizon.
Their shadows make this ancient street dimmed to blackness with the absence
of working streetlights. To the north there is a very visible glow, the
words "{rThe Park{x{B" in neon lighting. Underneath the sign of sorts, is a
rusted gate swaying ajar in the wind. {x
~
0 0 1
D0
The pulsating neon lighting beckons you forward.

#102
{wThe Gated Entrance{x~
{BYou are directly beneath the brightly glowing sign. The enticing color
red beckons you to enter. Although this place appears abandoned and not much
can be heard other than the soft clanging of the gate, it seems to be a
curious place to explore, or at least rest in. {x
~
0 4 1
D0
Beyond the gate and into the inside of the Park.
~
~
0 -1 103
D2
Back to the darkened streets.
~
~
0 -1 101
S
#103
{wInside the Park{x~
{BA pale glow shimmers in and out from the far north, leaving ghostly
shadows dancing upon the ground. These hints of light are all there is to
break the monotony of the darkness, yet, they also reveal that the ground is
covered dark red flecks. There is dead silence. {x
~
0 0 3
D0
Closer to the glowing.
~
~
0 -1 104
D2
Having second thoughts? The entrance gate is south.
~
~
0 -1 102
S
#104
{wInside the Park{x~
{BA barrage of sound instantly assaults your eardrums upon entering here.
Each sound so intertwined with another that it is quite difficult to discern
one clearly from another. Some seem definitely human or at least a very good
simulation - screaming, moaning, and crying. The other sounds are inorganic,
they seem so cold and apathatic - like steel. Strangely enough, a happy
repetitive musical tune can be made out distinctly from within the barrage.
The source of these sounds seemingly originates from everywhere. The glowing
is even brighter to the north. {x
~
0 4 2
D0
Directly upon the glowing.
~
~
0 -1 105
D2
Back towards the entrance.
~
~
0 -1 103
S
#105
{wThe Flickering Flame{x~
{BA small blue flamed fire is slowly dying out here in the middle of a
shallow pit. Whistles and pops emit from the flames as something continues
to sizzle within it. The tumult of sound continues, even louder here - shear
agony mixed with pleasure, the happy tune, and the overpowering sound of
steel. Steel pounding, colliding, hitting... Ripping. {x
~
0 0 2
D0
~

#121
{wThe Clinic{x~
{BThe white tiled floor has been broken and cracked, shards of it point
upwards {x