Against the stars a turtle passes, carrying four elephants on its shell.
Both turtle and elephants are bigger than people might expect, but out between the stars the difference between huge and tiny is, comparatively speaking, very small.
But this turtle and these elephants are, by turtle and elephant standards, big. They carry the Discworld, with its vast lands, cloudscapes, and oceans.
People don't live on the Disc any more than, in less hand-crafted parts of the multiverse, they live on balls. Oh, planets may be the place where their body eats its tea, but they live elsewhere, in worlds of their own which orbit very handily around the centre of their heads.—The Last Continent (1998)
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
- Sep 14 - Cutting Yourself for Magic
- Sep 12 - Shield Weights
- Sep 10 - Ironing Out Berserking
- Sep 5 - Su Shi (Not Squishi) and fishing supplies.
- Aug 23 - Chrenedict's Corporeal Covering
You can also check out our complete recent developments blog for a longer list of recent game changes!
Quote of the Moment
It was done far more often than the audiences ever realized — when singers
had a sore throat, or had completely dried, or had turned up so drunk they
could barely stand, or, in one notorious instance many years previously,
had died in the interval and subsequently sung their famous aria by means
of a broom-handle stuck up their back and their jaw operated with a piece
— (Terry Pratchett, Maskerade)