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Foreword: Meekmoks Michael Menkin received one report of a person abducted by aliens unlike those reported by established investigators. The abductee said these aliens do "severe anal probes" and speak with a language that sounds like "meekmok, meekmok." He described them as being 6' 4" about 180 pounds in weight, with small heads that come to a point and small eyes like "black dots." These aliens have a distinct odor. They rub their victims with an ointment before probing them. They have the same telepathic powers as the grays. This abductee wears a thought screen helmet almost 24 hours a day and says he has not been abducted since wearing it. Please email this website if you have information about Meekmoks or other alien races abducting humans anywhere in the world. Send e mail to: mmenkin@nwlink.com (Only you can prevent Meekmok Anal Probing. -Nev) .
--As witnessed by someone who wishes to remain very anonymous
[Wehnimer's, Exterior] As you stand next to the southwest corner of the Landing, you have an unobstructed view of the plain. Some distance away you can make out the vague figures of shepherdesses tending their flocks of Rolton -- sheep indigenous to the region. Further south the grassy expanse turns hilly, eventually terminating in stark mountains that line the horizon. You also see a rolton, a rolton pelt and a wooden signpost. Obvious paths: north, southeast, southwest. >peer sign You peer closely at a wooden signpost, but see nothing of interest. Maybe if you examined it closely, you would see more. > read sign >You gaze up at a road sign that says:
>point sw You point southwest. >sw Hoodawgy just arrived. > [Lower Dragonsclaw, Grasslands] Leaving the path behind you enter the grasslands. The wind blowing across the knee high grass stretching out before you has a hypnotic effect. Obvious paths: south, northeast. > A rolton trots in! > >stare You stare at nothing in particular. >s [Lower Dragonsclaw, Grasslands] Far to the north can be seen the trading post of Wehnimer's Landing. From this distance, the town appears a miniature and the hustle and bustle within the walls is but a faint whisper. The scent of wildflowers and grass tells you that you are indeed far from the city. You also see a rutted dirt trail. Obvious paths: north, southeast. > > A rolton trots in! > A rolton trots in! > A rolton bleats anxiously! A rolton trots north. > A rolton tries to bite you! AS: +8 vs DS: +146 with AvD: +24 + d100 roll: +69 = -45 A clean miss. > Ulien just arrived. > Ulien just went north. > A rolton stomps angrily, tossing his head from side to side. >
>scowl rolto You scowl at a rolton. > se >s [Lower Dragonsclaw, Grasslands] The ground slopes slightly here, giving you pause to look up at the thick, puffy cumulus clouds and their shapes, which are continuously altered by the four winds. Obvious paths: south, northwest. > [Lower Dragonsclaw, Grasslands] Bright multi-hued patches of wildflowers fill the grassy plain to the south as far as you can see. The simple beauty afforded by the vibrant colors astounds you. Obvious paths: north, southeast. > A rolton trots in! > A rolton trots in! > A rolton trots north. > >se [Lower Dragonsclaw, Grasslands] Growing among the warm grasses are a few scattered trees. It is hard to tell if the forest you can see to the west is encroaching upon the grasslands or if it is slowly being harvested and replaced for grazing. Obvious paths: south, northwest. >think Lotta roltons out today. You focus on projecting your thoughts... Round time: 5 seconds. > A large floating metallic disk flies in. >blin You blink. > A large floating metallic disk flies south. >peer south You see nothing of interest in that direction. >'Like hell I don't. You say, "Like hell I don't." >s [Lower Dragonsclaw, Grasslands] You are in a makeshift clearing bisected by a well-trampled path running north and south. The close- cropped and trodden vegetation suggests frequent visits by grazing flocks of rolton. You also see a large floating metallic disk. Obvious paths: north, south. >gaw Your jaw drops. > A gentle hum emits steadily from a large floating metallic disk. >
> look disk You see a fairly typical large floating metallic disk. It appears to be in good shape. It has nothing at this time. > A gentle hum emits steadily from a large floating metallic disk. > Bob just arrived. > Bob just went south. > A large floating metallic disk flies south. >gasp You gasp. >y ell Bob, look out! You belt out, "ell Bob, look out!" > Bob just arrived. > Bob says, "what r u yellng " > A large floating metallic disk flies in. >stare You stare at nothing in particular. >glanc disk You glance at a large floating metallic disk. > Bob says, " what" >smil pleasantly at Bob. You smile pleasantly at Bob. >'Nevermind. You say, "Nevermind." > A large floating metallic disk shifts its shape slightly, creating a mouth-like opening. >bli You blink. > Bob says, " stop bothing me" > A shimmering green cone of light screams from the opening in the disk an engulfs Bob! > Bob says, " what" > Bob is quickly being pulled toward the opening in the disk. >sni You snicker. >l [Lower Dragonsclaw, Grasslands] You are in a makeshift clearing bisected by a well-trampled path running north and south. The close- cropped and trodden vegetation suggests frequent visits by grazing flocks of rolton. You also see a large floating metallic disk. Also here: Bob who is being pulled toward the disk by a strange green light. Obvious paths: north, south. > Bob says, " what suspense" > Bob says, " this isnt agreed pvp i'm going to report you, disk" > Bob is pulled entirely into the disk through the opening. > A gentle hum emits steadily from a large floating metallic disk. > A shimmering green cone of light screams from the opening in the disk an engulfs you! Hope your Visa isn't expired! >'The hell!? You ask, "The hell!? >yell HELP ME! For the love of Voln, HELP ME!! You belt out, "HELP ME! For the love of Voln, HELP ME!!" > You are quickly being pulled toward the opening in the disk. The suspense is maddening! >panic You gasp in terrified panic, trembling and flailing your arms about! > You are pulled entirely into the disk through the opening. [Flying Saucer, Acquisitions Deck] You enter a room surrounded by walls of cold, nondescript metal. People, if they can be called that, bustle around the area performing bizarre tasks with apparent efficiency and glee. Uniform tables line down the center of the room, each equipped with metal arms holding drills, bright lights, saws and variously shaped rods and tools. Also here: Gigimu, Shimina, Noi'Sho'Rah and Muju. Obvious exits: north. > Gigimu nods to Noi'Sho'Rah. > Noi'Sho'Rah points at you. >bli You blink. > Noi'Sho'Rah points at a table. > Gigimu is trying to drag you, if you want to prevent him from doing so type "GROUP CLOSE". Gigimu grabs you and tries to drag you, but you resist and stand firm. > Gigimu is trying to drag you, if you want to prevent him from doing so type "GROUP CLOSE". Gigimu grabs you and drags you to a table with him . . . > [Acquisitions Deck, Cold Metal Table] You are at one of the many tables in the Acquisitions Deck. From here you are able to see around you at other tables, and their dazed occupants, but cannot see what is happening at them. You also see a cold metal table. Also here: Gigimu. Obvious exits: out. > Gigimu stares at you intently with cold, bulging black eyes. You feel yourself getting lighter! You lift from the ground! > Gigimu pushes you onto the table. > Gigimu removes a glass tube-hilted metal needle from his belt. > Gigimu thrusts with a glass tube-hilted metal needle at you! AS: +91 vs DS: +50 with AvD: +45 + d100 roll: +61 = +147 ... and hit for 15 points of damage! Minor puncture to the abdomen. The metal needle is stuck in you! > Gigimu pushes on the hilt of his metal needle, causing it to collapse to half its former length. > Gigimu removes his needle from your abdomen. How nice of him! >'Why did you do that? You ask, "Why did you do that?" > You feel more relaxed. >bli You blink. > Gigimu smiles at you. At least, you think that's a smile. > You feel much more relaxed. >bli You blink. > You're feeling incredibly relaxed now. You feel your cheek get a little wet, probably from drool. >dro You drool. > You're so relaxed right now if you were anymore relaxed, you'd be in a coma. > Gigimu presses a small red disk on the table, causing steel straps to snap out and snugly trap you. > You giggle a few times for no real reason, then let out a loud, "Thbtbtbtbt" from your lips! > Muju waves to your table, looking as though he wishes to join you. To invite Muju to your table, type INVITE Muju. > Gigimu waves at Muju and invites her to come sit at this table. > You hear something from another table yell, "Srsr'ra 'mri fo tghuo grnirght nmor'rad traght tegr!" > Muju just arrived. > Muju stands beside the table you're laying on. > Gigimu stands beside the table you're laying on. > Muju asks something in an odd language that sounds like "Meekmok, meekmok.." > Gigimu nods to Muju. >l muju You're unable to focus your eyes properly to look at Muju. > Muju removes a spiralled metal rod from the table. > Gigimu presses a green cylinder on the table, causing it to shift you over on your belly. > Muju puts her hand on your leg, and for the first time, you realize you have no clothes on. >bl Your cheeks flush with a deep shade of red. > WHOAH! Did Muju just put that rod where you think she did?! > Muju wiggles her rod around a few times. Ewwwww. That felt awful. > You hear Bob yell, " hey get that out of there!!!!!" >sn You snicker. > Muju pushes her rod deeper. ACK! >fla You try to break free, but you're strapped in tight! > Gigimu says something in an odd language that sounds like "Meekmok, meekmok.." > Muju giggles. >'Can you stop doing that? You slur out a question, but you're not really sure you said anything at all. > Muju withdraws her spiralled metal rod. Ahhh.. much better. > Muju puts her metal rod on the table. > You hear the bleating of a rolton from a nearby table. > Muju removes a thick and twisted metal rod from the table. >bl Muju shows you a thick and twisted metal rod, which she is holding. You notice a small enchanter's mark. >pale You feel the blood drain from your face. > You hear Bob yell, " thats it i'm reporting you all!!!!!" > Muju grins at you. >'Help. You timidly plea for help. |
The First Documented Elanthian Alien Abduction