She was known as Isarra the Dreadful. Legends were woven about cities she had leveled, mountains she had eaten, oceans she had drank dry. Everyone was so disappointed when it turned out she was just a two-hundred-foot tall pigeon.
Okay, we named all of the horses. Clearly this was the most important thing to do.
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There were all kinds of computers on the net. And they didn't all have compatible text modes. So you often got random garbled chunks of text if the other system used a different encoding or something. For some reason, the IRC servers that I found early on were I think in China, and even though most people were chatting in english, it was often garbled with weird symbols. And the long-distance BBSes that I used were always garbled. But we figured out how to understand each other well enough and had a lot of fun anyway.