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Shadows who feed on stories. Bleeding the magic from one Earth after another, until there is nothing left but vague memories and fairytales. This is the world we live in. An Earth from which the magic has all but been drained dry. If gods remain, they are silent. Spirits, faerie, ghosts -- all banished to the realm of myth and story. The sea serpents and the dragons turned out to be giant oarfish and fossilised dinosaur bones. Most people believe in what they can see, and touch, and taste, and little else. The worse it gets, the less anything matters. Life itself seems to be suffering from depression. Except for a chosen few who know better. On their shoulders rests the responsibility to stem the tide: To remember. Come to Chincoteague. We have ponies.

Unclaimed — everything here was measured. Claim this game

keys.aresmush.com 4201answering since 16 Aug 2026

10 connected

measured

Connect screen

read as text 

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                              8a8 8a8                      oP   ?b
               *@@@@* *@@@*  d888a888zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz8     8b
                 @@   m@*     `""^""'                      ?o___oP'
                 @@ m@*        mm@*@@  *@@*   *@@*  m@@*@@m
                 @@@@@m       m@*   @@   @@   m@    @@   **
                 !@  @@!      !@*   @@    @@ m!     *@@m
                 !@   *!!m    !@@@@@m      @@!         *@@
                 !!    !:!    !!           @!!           @!
                 !!     :!!!  :!!          !!:      *!   !!
               : : :      : :  : : ::      !!        : :!:
                                          ::!
               keys.aresmush.com:4201   :::
      +--- O~~m -------------------------------------------------------+
         "connect <name> <password>" connects to an existing character.
         "create  <name> <password>" creates a new character.
         If you created your character on the portal, use the same
         character name and password to connect to the game.
      +------------------------------------------------------- O~~m ---+

%% Welcome to AresMUSH version 1.5.0! http://www.aresmush.com
%% Type 'help' to learn how to play.  Type 'tour' to connect to a guest character to explore.
as sent by the server 93×24 16-colour SGR captured

Connections by hour

Busiest Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday 14:00–23:59.

times in UTC · 8-week rolling average

read as text — 7 rows
Players on by day, in UTC. 8-week rolling average.
day quietest busiest at not measured no count
Mon9 23 22:00– –
Tue10 23 00:00– –
Wed11 22 20:00– –
Thu10 24 19:00– –
Fri12 22 15:00– –
Sat11 23 18:00– –
Sun10 23 01:00– –

How many, over time

No measurement in this range.

days in UTC · 13 Jun 2026 – 12 Jul 2026

Nothing counted in this range.

Reachable

reachable · last 90 days

Reachable 100.0% of the 26 days we have measured. No day we measured was unreachable. 64 days predate anything we measured.

90 days ago today
reachable
100.0%
longest outage
none in the window
last cause
nothing recorded
  • reachable
  • degraded — answered, could not finish
  • unreachable
  • not measured
read as text
  • 13 Jun – 15 Aug: 64 days not measured

What changed

  1. 16 Aug 2026 endpoint recorded as keys.aresmush.com 4201 (handshake)

Capabilities

None of the 1 disagree.
capability measured declared age
MSSP ✕ absent – silent

Declared by the game

codebase
AresMUSH
website
https://keys.aresmush.com
name
Keys
status
Open
description
Shadows who feed on stories. Bleeding the magic from one Earth after another, until there is nothing left but vague memories and fairytales. This is the world we live in. An Earth from which the magic has all but been drained dry. If gods remain, they are silent. Spirits, faerie, ghosts -- all banished to the realm of myth and story. The sea serpents and the dragons turned out to be giant oarfish and fossilised dinosaur bones. Most people believe in what they can see, and touch, and taste, and little else. The worse it gets, the less anything matters. Life itself seems to be suffering from depression. Except for a chosen few who know better. On their shoulders rests the responsibility to stem the tide: To remember. Come to Chincoteague. We have ponies.
genre
Supernatural