Maurice
| Maurice | |
| The Evil Iguana | |
| Founder | |
| Created | September 1993 |
|---|---|
| Status | Retired |
| Retired | 1995 |
| Race | Human |
| Areas Written | Adventurer's Guild Ghost Town |
| Admin Duties | Overall Oversight (1993-1995) Area Coordinator (1993-1995) |
History
Maurice was one of the three "founding" Implementors of TFC. As a founder, he, along with Tynian and IvoryTiger, are the only characters within TFC to start out their careers as Immortals. All other Immortals have worked their way up through mortality.
Maurice took on the responsibility for shaping the early TFC world. Maurice and Tynian also worked together to provide the vision for TFC, based on their collective experiences and memories of Challenger. Maurice retained hard copies of god rules, maps, and other documentation for Challenger, so that the Implementors did not have to start from scratch.
Maurice created Adventurer's Guild and Ghost Town prior to leaving TFC in 1995.
Character Description
Maurice was once a paladin, or so the legends say. His body is still that of a warrior, but there is nothing holy left of him. The faded jeans, the mood ring and the tank top provide some clue as to what happened. He visited an alternate plane of existence called Earth during a time which was known there as the 70's Between the drugs, and his vow of celibacy, he snapped and lost that special holiness that made him a Paladin. He never realized his loss and the drugs warped his perspective, causing him to reverse his outlook on life and turning him to what most would call evil. An accidental overdose of a Timothy Leary special while travelling back to this plane of existence has given him powers that can only be called IMPlike. Upon occasion, rare, he drops another Leary special and new lands spring forth from the visions he sees.
Maurice's Office
A Garden of Black Roses
You are surrounded by black, fragrant roses. The scent is familiar,
reminding you of a long, rainy night spent making love in a cemetary with
someone you didn't like. Rare albino shadowcats stalk with quiet ease
other insubstantial creatures amongst the flowers, and ebon skinned nymphs
tend each individual dark bud. There are paths amongst the roses, but
you feel content, and safe, at this spot.
Non-Trivia
Tynian's note: Maurice was my best friend in real life. We met at a community college that we both attended. At that time, they had a text-based forum named the Electronic Forum (EF).[1] He and I were both regulars on EF -- hours upon hours of online chatting. He was our Dungeon Master for our Sunday D&D sessions, where the game was an all day affair anticipated for the previous 6 days. They were social events that at one point included a core group of players and a larger circle of friends that would play off and on. He and I roamed BBS's[2] in the '90s, and visited my BBS regularly. He was there for me through a difficult break up with my girlfriend of two years, when many of the friends I shared with my ex- went with her. He also introduced me to MUDs, starting with Challenger, a neat text game that he found. When Challenger shut down, he went to another MUD, played a mortal, and eventually immorted. After that, we started TFC.
Unfortunately, TFC ended our friendship. The dynamic between us became difficult, given that in many respects, I deferred to him. With TFC, it was different. We were partners, and yet... I did the code, and more of the decisions were coming to me. I also felt like I was doing all the work, putting in tons of hours, and he just hung around online and had fun. He was supposed to re-organize the TFC world, in preparation for new areas, but kept putting it off. Things came to a head when he vanished for several weeks. I couldn't get in touch with him. I eventually demoted him to Greater God while he was away, and did the re-map myself (TFC version 2.0). I had hoped he would come back, we'd talk, he'd be more active, and I'd bump him back to Implementor. Do you like how I had all that worked out in my head? It's annoying when people don't follow the script. When Maurice returned, he did not take the demotion well. He was online for less than a minute. He said, "I didn't know things were that bad," logged out, and we didn't say another word to each other for years. I served as Area Coordinator from that time until Madman came along and accepted that responsibility, allowing me more time to focus on code.
It's difficult to say whether I would handle things differently now, if I did not have the benefit of hindsight. I'd like to think we could have worked something out, that I'm wiser and more mature now, but I'm probably fooling myself.
He had a way with words. From his office: "The scent is familiar, reminding you of a long, rainy night spent making love in a cemetary with someone you didn't like."