I really do not think this is suppose to happen...
Description
You sing 'Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Nightmare Life-In-Death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.'
A High Centurion leaves down.
A High Centurion has fled!
The Centurion Omegus leaves down.
The Centurion Omegus has fled!
Carrion Fields on 2003-05-17 13:05 UTC
Automatically imported from the legacy bug board forum.
Valguarnera on 2003-05-17 18:35 UTC
Subject: Fixed next crash/reboot. (n/t)
valguarnera@carrionfields.com