#   $autotrack is now set to {*an Elf*} [local]
You are a male Cave Troll.
You are 34 years old. It's your birthday today!
You have played no time (real time). Session: 52 sec.
This ranks you as Mattheuw the Troll Softskin (level 1).
You are eight feet two and weigh fifty-five stone.
Perception: vision 20, hearing 15, smell 15. Alertness: normal.
You find a form of beauty in others' pains.
Your equipment weighs nothing. Peanuts.
Your base abilities are: Str:23 Int:7 Wis:4 Dex:15 Con:19 Wil:15 Per:9.
Offensive Bonus: 8%, Dodging Bonus: 20%, Parrying Bonus: 5%.
You are not wearing any armour.
You have 43/107 hit and 102/102 movement points.
Your mood is wimpy. 
You will fight to the death.
You have scored 1 experience points and you have 1 travel points.
You are not known for any acts of war.
You need 999 exp. points and 49 travel points to reach the next level.
You have 0 copper.
You are speaking Morbeth.

o[ HP:Wounded Move:Tired>s
Dark Dreary Forest
The corpse of an ugly forest troll is lying here.
Exits: north, east, south.

o[ HP:Wounded Move:Tired>
*a sturdy Dwarf* has arrived from the east.

o[ HP:Wounded Move:Tired>res
You sit down and rest you tired bones.

o[ HP:Wounded>stand
*a sturdy Dwarf* cleaves your body extremely hard and shatters it.














DEAR PEOPLES READING,

U SUX.
UR MOTHR HAS BIG ANAL HOLE.
ThANKS YOU.

SINCERELY.
ESTONIAN.