The Discworld was formed, drifting onwards through space atop four elephants on the shell of the giant turtle, Great A'Tuin.
Possibly, as it moves, it gets tangled like a blind man in a cobwebbed house in those highly specialized little space-time strands that try to breed in every history they encounter, stretching them and breaking them and tugging them into new shapes.
Or possibly not, of course. The philosopher Didactylos has summed up an alternative hypothesis as 'Things just happen. What the hell.'—Hogfather (1996)
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
- Nov 5 - A'Tuin's illness
- Oct 30 - Slippery Hollow
- Sep 30 - Change to the automation rules
- Jun 3 - PK Weekend has started!
- May 20 - PK event
- Feb 5 - Urban Explorer saves Pallant St General Store from bankruptcy
- Jan 31 - Fiddly Franchises
- Jan 28 - In Flight Security
- Jan 20 - Swapping For Dummies
- Jan 17 - Banking Bonus
You can also check out our complete recent developments blog for a longer list of recent game changes!
Quote of the Moment
Nomes live ten times faster than humans. They're harder to see than a high-
speed mouse. That's one reason why most humans hardly ever see them. The
other is that humans are very good at not seeing things they know aren't
there. And, since sensible humans know that there are no such things as
people four inches high, a nome who doesn't want to be seen probably won't
— (Terry Pratchett, Wings)