GHOSTWHEEL [unclaimed]
telnet moo.ghostmoo.org 6969

Players now: 0  (measured, 1h)
Reachable: 100.0% of the last 90 days

When people are on (UTC)
Measured every hour and nobody has been on in any of them. 108 hours across the
week have no measurement yet. 5 hours across the week answered but produced no
count.

  Mon — measured at zero all day, nobody on 04:00–05:59, 13 hours not measured,
  4 hours probed but uncountable
  Tue — measured at zero all day, nobody on 03:00–04:59, 16 hours not measured
  Wed — measured at zero all day, nobody on 04:00–05:59, 16 hours not measured
  Thu — measured at zero all day, nobody on 04:00–05:59, 16 hours not measured
  Fri — measured at zero all day, nobody on 04:00–05:59, 16 hours not measured
  Sat — measured at zero all day, nobody on 04:00–05:59, 16 hours not measured
  Sun — measured at zero all day, nobody on 04:00–05:59, 15 hours not measured,
  1 hour probed but uncountable

  counted = we got in and read a number, including a measured zero
  uncounted = we got in and no number could be read
  not measured = we have no measurement for that hour

How many, over time (15 Sep 2017 – 14 Sep 2018, UTC)
No measurement in this range.

Reachable (last 90 days)
Reachable 100.0% of the 30 days we have measured. No day we measured was
unreachable. 60 days predate anything we measured.

  16 Jun – 14 Aug: 60 days not measured

Capabilities (0 of 1 disagree)
  MSSP       measured: NO      declared: -

Declared by the game
  codebase   LambdaMOO 1.8.1  (measured, 1h)
  name       Ghostwheel  (declared, 4w)

Connect screen
  [connect screen: 17 lines, text only]

  
  "I awoke with a sandpaper cheek, grains     |
   sticky with my own blood.  I felt my       |
   leg thick and numb; I didn't want to       |     G h o s t w h e e l
   open my eyes.  The last I remembered       |
   were the hounds--leaping at me, snapping   |
   at my appendages.  I didn't want to        | `connect guest` -- newbies
   wake to their foamy maws...                | `who`           -- user list
                                              |
   Just beyond my eyelids I sensed the        |
   hungry growls, the heat of blood-bathed    | Mail [email protected] with
   breath, the morbid tickle of a snout       |    questions or comments.
   probing my middle...                       |
                                              |
   My lips pressed a breathless "Amen" into   |
   the dirt as I prayed for death before the  |
   beasts grew hungry again."                 |

What changed
  2026-07-31  endpoint recorded as moo.ghostmoo.org 6969 (handshake)