In a distant and second-hand set of dimensions, in an astral plane that was never meant to fly, the curling star-mists waver and part...
Great A'Tuin the Turtle comes, swimming slowly through the interstellar gulf, hydrogen frost on his ponderous limbs, his huge and ancient shell pocked with meteor craters. Through sea-sized eyes that are crusted with rheum and asteroid dust He stares fixedly at the Destination.
In a brain bigger than a city, with geological slowness, He thinks only of the Weight.
Most of the weight is of course accounted for by Berilia, Tubul, Great T'Phon and Jerakeen, the four giant elephants upon whose broad and startanned shoulders the disc of the World rests, garlanded by the long waterfall at its vast circumference and domed by the baby-blue vault of Heaven.
Astropsychology has been, as yet, unable to establish what they think about.—The Colour of Magic (1983)
Welcome to Discworld MUD
Discworld MUD is a multiplayer, text-based, online game (a MUD, or text MMORPG) based on the Discworld books by Terry Pratchett. On Discworld you will meet many of the characters from those books. Terry's books are humorous fantasy and the game retains the comical, fun feel of the books.
We are a fully-featured and well-established MUD with many possibilities for player interaction: diverse areas totalling over a million rooms, the opportunity to become a member of one of 6 guilds, a citizen of one of the many city-states on the Disc, run your own shop, own your own house, write for the local newspaper, and much more!
The 'playing' menu has links to a number of pages to help you get orientated.
Latest News and Recent Developments
- Jul 27 - Canteens, Poison Rings and similar wearable liquid containers
- Jul 12 - Terminal type warning message
- Jun 7 - New editor option
- May 26 - Pets
- May 8 - Into the Arena
You can also check out our complete recent developments blog for a longer list of recent game changes!
Quote of the Moment
The thing between Death's triumphant digits was a fly from the dawn of
time. It was the fly in the primordial soup. It had bred on mammoth
turds. It wasn't a fly that bangs on window panes, it was a fly that
drills through walls.
— Death goes fishing
(Terry Pratchett, Mort)