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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!

Start Playing

There is no cost to play Discworld MUD, it is developed and maintained entirely by volunteers. You can login and create a character with any javascript/flash-capable web browser simply by clicking on the 'play now' link to the left (an option which uses websockets instead of flash is also available).

The 'playing' menu has links to a number of pages to help you get orientated.

Latest News and Recent Developments

You can also check out our complete recent developments blog for a longer list of recent game changes!

Game Status: Driver rebooted about 5 days ago, 65 people logged in.

Quote of the Moment

Smoke was coming out of the stricken piano. The Librarian's hands were
walking through the keys like Casanunda in a nunnery.
— (Terry Pratchett, Soul Music)