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kingdom of loathing

Way back in the day, I heard about Kindgom of Loathing (KoL). When I went to check it out, it looked silly and amateurish and maybe influenced by the hipster æsthetic. Then, months ago, my anything but hipster-positive friend Monty pointed it out, so I looked again but still somehow resisted registering. Today I finally caved, and I am in like with this game. Not in love, but definitely something positive, as I am jonesing for more Adventures. Some compulsive statistician rules guy in the forum made a FAQ with a lot of the basic functionality, and there is a good article at wikipedia about it, but I am more enjoying the brief stun followed by chuckles that come from figuring out a game that uses meat as its main currency, and requires a language test administered by the Ghost of the English Language before allowing use of the chat feature. (thanks, monty!)

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