{"sf1_id":714933,"sf2_id":"GnD5xPX1","title":"A Master And His Slave - Log","author":"Nightmask1367","words":3530,"posted_at":"2014-06-07T11:18:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","BDSM","Biting","M/F","Otter","Raccoon"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/714933-a-master-and-his-slave-log","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/GnD5xPX1","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=714933\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Another old log for viewing pleasure of anyone who might like it. Note that it does include rougher stuff, including some use of bondage and whips and alligator clips and the like, so if rougher play isn't your thing might want to skip this one.","content":"Welcome to another proud site running NeonMuck!  \n  \nconnect \\\u003cuser\\\u003e \\\u003cpassword\\\u003e to log in  \nrequest \\\u003cusername\\\u003e \\\u003cyour-email\\\u003e \\\u003cyour-realname\\\u003e to request a character  \nWHO to see who's online  \nQUIT to disconnect  \n- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  \nThis game powered by NeonMuck server v2.15 (Win32 edition)  \n- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \nThere are 0 registrations in the hopper.  \n## You last connected from dial-456.dmrtc.net(1258)  \nDungeon(#105R)  \nThis appears to be a medieval torture chamber.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The walls are of strong, roughly hewn   \ngranite and there is no visible way out.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;In the middle of the room is a brazier full of   \nglowing hot coals, that bathes the room in a sinister red light.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;In a few cressets on   \nthe walls oil burns fitfully, making shadows that flicker and loom. Shackles made from an   \nodd black metal hang from the walls in various places.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Embedded upright in the stone   \nfloor near the brazier are two posts spaced a few feet apart with shackles at the top and   \nbottom.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;In one corner is a large table with shackles at each corner that can be tilted   \nfrom any angle from horizontal to vertical.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;In another corner stands an 'X' shaped   \nframe, which appears to be adjustable, with shackles on each of the legs of the 'X'.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \nThere is also a curiously high, padded bench with shackles on all four legs.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;On one wall   \nare several wooden 'pegs' from which hang various items and in a corner is a rolling   \n'tray' similar to what a medieval torurer  \n[Exits\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; : none]  \n[Sleepers: Jaspyr(#136P), Damyn(#108PW3), Genwyn(#121P!W3), and Werecat(#134P)]  \n[Things\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;: Jaspyr Plushie(#137)]  \nNo one that you are watching for is online.  \nLOG\\\u003e ACPT: 27 lrvr92.arc.net(1166)(1166) 204.49.111.92 C#2 muck  \nLOG\\\u003e ACPT: 28 lrvr92.arc.net(1167)(1167) 204.49.111.92 C#3 muck  \nLOG\\\u003e CONN: 27 Damyn(#108PW3) lrvr92.arc.net(1166)(1166) 204.49.111.92  \nDamyn has connected.  \nNightmask pounces!  \nLOG\\\u003e CONN: 28 Ranalin(#127PBX) lrvr92.arc.net(1167)(1167) 204.49.111.92  \nDamyn giggles as she's bowled over by her master.  \nNightmask cuddles and smiles, giving him a choice of RPs Slave?  \nDamyn nodnoddles!\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Yep!\"  \nDamyn wriggles cutely on your lap doing her best to look bondable.  \nNightmask chirrrs as he nips and tugs at your throat, tail swishing merrily.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Think I'll   \nyou right now, since I need to keep the Nightmask mindset relatively firmly for the RP on   \nFFaire.\"  \nDamyn ohs and nodnods.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Makes sense...So what first?\"  \nNightmask laughs and swats your rump nice and good, bouncing you in his lap as he nips   \nyour neck again. \"So now I think I'll let you 'enjoy' a bondage scene from one of my   \nbooks my dear little slave, since I know you'll enjoy it.\"  \nDungeon(#105R)  \nThis appears to be a medieval torture chamber.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The walls are of strong, roughly hewn   \ngranite and there is no visible way out.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;In the middle of the room is a brazier full of   \nglowing hot coals, that bathes the room in a sinister red light.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;In a few cressets on   \nthe walls oil burns fitfully, making shadows that flicker and loom. Shackles made from an   \nodd black metal hang from the walls in various places.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Embedded upright in the stone   \nfloor near the brazier are two posts spaced a few feet apart with shackles at the top and   \nbottom.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;In one corner is a large table with shackles at each corner that can be tilted   \nfrom any angle from horizontal to vertical.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;In another corner stands an 'X' shaped   \nframe, which appears to be adjustable, with shackles on each of the legs of the 'X'.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \nThere is also a curiously high, padded bench with shackles on all four legs.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;On one wall   \nare several wooden 'pegs' from which hang various items and in a corner is a rolling   \n'tray' similar to what a medieval torurer  \n[Exits\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; : none]  \n[Players : Damyn(#108PW3)]  \n[Sleepers: Jaspyr(#136P), Genwyn(#121P!W3), and Werecat(#134P)]  \n[Things\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;: Jaspyr Plushie(#137)]  \nDamyn eeps! at the swat then looks at you from the corner of her eye grinning.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \n\"Mmmm...sounds great!\"  \nLOG\\\u003e ACPT: 33 lrvr106.arc.net(1175)(1175) 204.49.111.106 C#4 muck  \nLOG\\\u003e ACPT: 38 lrvr106.arc.net(1179)(1179) 204.49.111.106 C#5 muck  \nLOG\\\u003e CONN: 38 Damyn(#108PW3) lrvr106.arc.net(1179)(1179) 204.49.111.106  \nDamyn has connected.  \nLOG\\\u003e DISC: 33 lrvr106.arc.net(1175)(1175) 204.49.111.106 (never connected)  \nDamyn nips her naughty ISP...  \nNightmask stands up with chuckle, pulling you along with him as he pads over to the set   \nof hanging shackles and pulls them down, forcing your arms above you and fastening them   \nto the bar about a foot apart.  \nLOG\\\u003e DISC: 27 Damyn(#108PW3) lrvr92.arc.net(1166)(1166) 204.49.111.92  \nDamyn has disconnected.  \nName\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; OnTime Idle\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Name\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; OnTime Idle\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Name\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ontime Idle  \nDamyn\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 00:02\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;1m\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ranalin\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 00:12\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;9m\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Nightmask\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 00:13\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;0s  \n3 players are connected.  \nDamyn lets herself be led to the chains and gladly lifts her paws above her so that they   \ncan be fastened in place.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;She gives a delicious little shudder as the shackles click   \nshut.  \nNightmask laughs and nips the side of your neck from behind, running his hands up and   \ndown your chest over the various sets of breasts.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Love this don't you Slave?\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \nRestrained for your master.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Well it gets worse,\" he promises as he makes certain you're   \njust barely able to touch your feet to the ground.  \nDamyn smiles at the love nip, and presses forwards against your paws when they pass   \nacross her breasts.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"You know I do!\" she answers, \"But how...eep!\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;That last is as her   \nfeet briefly leave the ground and she has to stand balerina style to take any weight off   \nher arms.  \nNightmask tweaks and tugs your nipples to get them good and hard, then pads over to a   \nrack with several sets of long strings with screw-clamps at the end, padding back over to   \ndangle them before you. \"You'll learn all soon enough Slave,\" he says, taking each pert   \nnipple and screwing the clamp down tight until the strings all dangle from your chest,   \nthen takes each in turn and fastens it to another hanging ring, tugging until your   \nbreasts are stretched out as far as they'll go, making it even harder to keep your   \nfooting.  \nDamyn(#108PW3)  \nAs naked as she is, she could easily be confused with an ordinary otter that had reared   \nup on her hind legs save for her 4'2\" height, her slightly greater length of limb, and   \ncertain subtle differences in bone structure that make her upright posture seem as   \nnatural as a four legged stance would be.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Her dark eyes with their irises that only show   \ntheir deep red-brown color in bright sun or fire light shift uneasily; a blush peeks   \nthrough the whiskers on her face.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Across most of her body her fur is a deep gray like a   \nwinter sea, but it softly deepens nearly to black at the tip of her thick tail and in a   \nstreak that passes between her breasts down the middle of her chest and stomach.  \nWithout her clothes to hinder your surveilance, you can see that while relatively average   \nin musculature, she is otherwise in good shape with just enough excess flesh not to look   \nor feel bony - all except for a suspicious bulging of her stomach - why she's pregnant!\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \nHer four breasts are modest, but nicely rounded with small but perky nipples.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Further,   \nyou notice that her hands are fine boned - almost delicate - and clearly the most agile   \npart of her.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;She still retains the flame-in-circle pendant, reluctant to surrender it   \nfor some reason, and even now she fingers it nervously with her right hand.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;A grim   \noffset to this are a slave collar and above it, numerous small scars that also cover much   \nof her neck, especially at the front around the throat; there are several overlapping   \npatterns that seem fairly regular and disturbingly familiar.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Further scars of a slightly   \ndifferent appearance adorn her breasts.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Her stomach now bears the recent addition of a   \nlarge, ornate letter N in a circle that stretches from nearly the top of her sex to the   \nbottom of her navel.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Of course, you can't help but glance further down to where her slit   \nis just barely visible through her fur - even here, scars can be found on the nether   \nlips.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;There amongst the fur covering her sex is the glitter of a bright golden ring   \napparently pierced horizontally through her sensitive little clit.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;She catches your   \nglance and her blush deepens as she averts her face and swishes her tail in embarassment.  \nCarrying: (Currency:\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;2051 pennies)  \nDamyn at first seems to like the tweaking and tugging, but at the last there, you give   \neach an extra little tug that makes her squeak.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;She watches with just a little worry as   \nyou walk over to the rack and begin to select some serious nipple clamps.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Of course,   \nright about then the first dribble of her juices leaves her sex confirming what you'd   \nknown all along - she may be worried about the pain, but she wants it too bad to ask you   \nto stop.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;She winces as the first clamp goes tight and by the time you finish and begin   \ntying the strings to rings dangling in front and above her, she whimpering softly, her   \nbody arched forwards on toe tip to minimize the pull on her breasts.  \nNightmask strokes at the undersids of your tautly stretched breasts, raking his claws at   \nthe undersides of each in turn before reaching down between your legs to rub his   \nfingertips through your wetness.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Just can't get enough can you Slave?\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Just a slut who   \nloves pain aren't you?\" he chirrs into your ear roughly, gripping and squeezing your   \nupper breast and squeezing hard.  \nDamyn gives you a tense smile at the gentle stroke then winces as it turns to a rough   \nclawing of her breasts.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;She's so aroused that your fingers at her sex makes her stumble   \nslightly and squeal as her breasts jerk tight.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Swiftly she regains her uncomfortable   \npose atop her toes and with an embarrassed swish of her tail she nods. \"Yes   \nMaster...I...AHHHHhhh!...I want more!\" she cries awash in the pain of her tightly   \nsqueezed breast.  \nNightmask bites down on the side of your neck opposite where he bit before, tugging it   \nwith his teeth before letting go.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Oh we've more for you slave don't worry,\" he says,   \nonly this time you feel him walk away behind you, to come back around in front between   \nyour legs, not letting you see as he spreads your folds out and licks at your clit to   \ntease you more, just before he clamps a very sharp alligator clip onto your helpless bud.  \nDamyn hisses softly this time, the bite having a bit more...ah...bite than the last one.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \nShe sways and nearly stumbles again thanks to your firm tug and her face is a mixture of   \nhope and dread at your news.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;She tries to see what you're doing, but she feels herself   \nstart to lean and quickly faces forwards again.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;An involuntary purrr leaves her when you   \nbegin to play with her sex...her breathing begins to pick up and you can taste her juices   \nflowing out...and then she squeals and somehow manages to give a small hop...so much fuss   \nover a tiny alligator clip.  \nNightmask chuckles deep in his throat, watching you jump and squirm but seeing you don't   \ndo that long as he pulls the chain dangling from the clip back between your legs, drawing   \nit tight and fastening it to the floor back behind you, tugging backwards on your clit.  \nDamyn settles down \\*very\\* fast indeed once the clip on her clip begins to tug her down   \nand she soon ends up in a very bowed position - her legs slightly back from directly   \nbeneath her arm and her body bent to push out her chest.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Even this doesn't alleviate all   \nthe tension and she whines softly as her toes begin to ache.  \nNightmask runs a hand up and down over your back, raking his otter-juices wet claw over   \nyour spine, until he grips the back of your neck and pulls your head back to gaze deep   \ninto your eyes.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"I hope you want more Slave, so much left to do after all,\" he says with   \na wicked chuckle, giving a hard squeeze to your neck then pads off, returning to brush   \nyour restrained breasts with the leather strips of a cat of nine tails.  \nDamyn shivers as the damp claw glides along her spine, ruffling her fur.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Her nostrils   \nare flared in fear and sudden pain when you pull her head back causing her to sway back   \nand pull her nipples tight.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Yes Master,\" she gasps as you release her, and by the time   \nyou return with the cat, she has found her balance again.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;A dribble of her juices leaves   \nher again at the odds of her keeping her balance...  \nNightmask taps your nose with the end of the cat, tickling your chin up and letting the   \nstrips play over your breasts.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Such a good Slave, well worth keeping,\" he chirrrs, then   \ntugs the cat away and lays a slash across your belly, letting the strips cut into you   \nfrom one side to the other.  \nDamyn blinks and jerks her head back from the cat when it taps her nose then finds her   \nchin being guided upwards by the ticklish strips of leather.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;She doesn't give in and   \npull away when the cat tickles at her breasts as well, but that doesn't save her - when   \nthe cat claws into her belly, she screams and loses her footing, dangling painfully for a   \nmoment before exerting herself to relieve the agonizing pull at her breasts and clit once   \nagain.  \nNightmask rubs the tip of the cat over your belly where he's lashed it, tracing over any   \nvisible welts through the fur.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Hurts just the way you love it doesn't it Slave?\" he   \nasks, but doesn't give you time to reply before slashing it down again, laying the   \nstripes over your belly crosswise compared to the first set, then lands another down   \ncloser to your thighs.  \nDamyn whimpers softly and cries out several times when you find one of the welts you   \njust made.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;She opens her mouth to tell you how she feels about it but her mouth fills   \nwith a cry of agony as the cat strikes twice more - it even scores a hit at the top end   \nof her slit.  \nNightmask sees to lighting a fire over your belly and lacing your skin with welts from   \nyour breasts down over your thighs, giving you little respite before heading behind you   \nto heat your back and rear, watching as your fur dampens where he strikes to hard and   \ncuts slightly into the flesh beneath.  \nDamyn can't help herself - the burning soon becomes to great for her and she tries to   \ndraw away screaming in pain, tears running from her eyes as her flesh seems to ignite,   \nbut her tortured nipples keeps her from going far until you've done a thorough job and   \nslide easily behind her.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Soon her clit is vying with her back and rump for the title of   \nmost painful part of Damyn's body.  \nNightmask drops the cat aside and quickly presses himself up tightly behind you, digging   \nhis claws into your thighs as he presses his shaft up under your tail, biting at your   \nneck as he takes advantage of your position to press the tip of his thick shaft to your   \ntailhole and drive himself into you as hard and fast as you can take.  \nDamyn screeches as your claws and shaft both sink into her flesh, the claws making their   \nown entrances while your cock plunges into her tight back passage, still sore from the   \nenema uncomfortably warm oil enema and rough play earlier in the day.  \nNightmask buries himself into your bowels, his knot quickly coming to halt against your   \ntight anal ring, claws keeping you prisoner along with his jaws as he bites down hard on   \nthe side of your neck, tail lashing at the air as he claims his bound and imprisoned   \nslave hard as she needs it.  \nDamyn cries pitifully as her rump cheeks spread and her master's knot slams against her   \nalready stretched back door.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;In spite of this, well...actually becuase of it, there is a   \nnear constant flow of her juices dribbling out of her slit and back to soak into your   \nsheath fur.  \nNightmask shakes your neck in his jaws to emphasize your helpless and owned state,   \ngetting your blood flowing as he work his teeth in, sliding his hands down with digs and   \nrakes of his claws until he's gripping your thighs just beside your sex, lifting your   \nlegs up off the floor as he slams into you with deep hard strokes, mating you under the   \ntail as only his largess keeps your nipples and clit from being torn free of you as he   \ntakes you.  \nDamyn shrieks in and ecstcy of pain and intense bondage pleasure.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;She can feel her   \nentire body crying out with the marks you placed on her and even now she can feel you   \ntongue lapping at her bloody neck.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Her submission complete, her helplessness total, she   \ncries out tis time with a flood of passion that flows from between her legs, her orgasm   \nripping through her like a jolt of electricity and her love for you riding it all.  \nNightmask's knot beats out a steady rhythm on your tailhole, jerking your nipples and   \nclit against their restraints, his tail swishing through the air as he continues to slam   \nup into you, leaking precum into you but not over the edge yet, drinking your blood as he   \nlaps at your neckwounds, teeth held deep as he feels your climax tear through you.  \nDamyn sails on a throbbing wave measured out in the banging of your knot against the   \nentrance to her back passage.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Her mind floats free in love and deep satisfaction while   \nher body screams on without her, trapped between orgarms and agony.  \nNightmask reams you out perfectly until with a final thrust, claws sinking deeply into   \nyour inner thighs, his knot tears past your anus and lets him tie to you so gloreously as   \nhe climaxes, his seed gushing deep into you while his cries of sheer joy in the claiming   \nand having you ring out through the room and your mind.  \nDamyn is knocked from her lofty flight back into her own body to find herself wailing   \nout her torment but also in triumph for having made it without safewording out so that   \nshe could once again prove herself to be truly owned by her dear Master.  \nNightmask lets your feet back down to just touch the flooring as the last of his climax   \ndrains out into you, his seed caught within you by the tight spread of his knot, his tail   \nflicking forward to curl around your waist, hands letting up on your thighs and  \nwithdrawing his claws, loving his slave so very much as she takes it all for him and lets   \ngo of her neck to lap and groom it slowly and soothingly, chirrring richly.  \nDamyn still whimpers even now, but there is a smile on her lips at the feel of your   \npleasure washing through her.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;It was all worth it, every last bit and now she reaps her   \nreward as her Master lovingly grooms her and holds her to him.  \nNightmask reaches down between your legs to remove the clip on your clit, letting it drop   \nforgotten to the floor, then undoes your nipple-clamps too, freeing his little slave and   \nsettling back into a chair with you resting in his lap, stroking and petting you and   \ntending to you with his enduring love for you.  \nDamyn sighs with relief as the last of the clamps drops from her and she can ease back   \nagainst her beloved Master.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;She strokes her paws along your thighs and churrs softly   \nwhile you lick at her neck.  \nNightmask slips his arms up around you, holding you back to him and kissing you on the   \ncheek.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"So my dear little Slave has that helped make up for lost time spent with others   \ninstead of me?\"  \nDamyn nods her head and churrrs low in her throat, her body still humming with pain, but   \na wonderful pain that reminds her who her true Master will always be.  \nNightmask rubs and strokes your breasts softly, caressing and soothing your nipples with   \nhis loving touch, tail curling up between your legs as he finishes grooming you and rests   \nhis muzzle on your shoulder.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Love you always my dear sweet slave.\"  \nDamyn otterpurrrs softly, her eyes closing with exhaustion after such an intense   \nsession, but she murmurs, \"I am yours forever, Master.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I love you too much to leave.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \nWith that she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;(RL tired - likely because of   \nlastnight...)  \nNightmask snugs you tightly and nods, stroking and kissing you lovingly and smiling   \nhappily.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Take care and sweet dreams and love you forever my dear one and I'm glad you   \nenjoyed tonight.\"  \nDamyn smiles as dreams of her sweet coon take her away and tantalize her with images of   \nthings yet to cum...  \nLOG\\\u003e DISC: 38 Damyn(#108PW3) lrvr106.arc.net(1179)(1179) 204.49.111.106  \nDamyn has disconnected.  \nName\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; OnTime Idle\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Name\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; OnTime Idle\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Name\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ontime Idle  \nRanalin\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 03:12\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;3h\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Nightmask\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 03:13\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;0s\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;   \n2 players are connected.  \nYou page-pose, \"Nightmask fuzzles!\" to Ranalin  \nLOG\\\u003e DISC: 28 Ranalin(#127PBX) lrvr92.arc.net(1167)(1167) 204.49.111.92  \nName\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; OnTime Idle\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Name\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; OnTime Idle\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Name\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ontime Idle  \nNightmask\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; 03:13\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;0s\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;   \n1 players are connected.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}