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Mokova

Mokova is a text-based hallucinogen for MOOs. You turn it on, and it scrambles all the text around you into nonsensical, occasionally beautiful sentence fragments.

It relies on Markov chaining, a pseudo-AI algorithm which spits out random sentences based on the probabilities of word connections in its source text. (You can find a more detailed description of this algorithm here.) In the case of Mokova, the source text is every line of text that is intended for you to view -- in the same way that a real-life hallucinogen draws its "source" from your sensory input.

I programmed Mokova on LambdaMOO in 1999. (Its object number there is #64246.) LambdaMOO characters should be able to use it if their characters support tell-filters. If you would like to port it to another MOO, a source dump is available here. (If you do this, I only ask that you tell me about it so I can mention it on this page.)

Below are two transcripts of the same LambdaMOO experience: the first sober, and second on Mokova.

look
Outside of Barn
You're standing outside of an old, wooden barn that probably received its last coat of red paint over a decade ago. The grey-brown shingles of the roof are covered with moss and withered brown leaves, and beneath the corners you see clumps of twigs, dried grass and string where swallows have built their nests. You can see them flying sometimes in the evening: swift, purplegreen, darting after insects.
Despite its overall look of gentle decrepitude, it's clear that somebody's been here. All over the front of the barn, strange objects are affixed--some as old and weathered as the structure itself, but some fairly new. You see plastic dollheads, their pink cheeks and glassy blue eyes startling against the faded wood; animal bones painted bright colors with bits of mirrors or bright glass affixed to them; bicycle wheels and fanblades flecked with rust, warped 45 RPM vinyl records, painted spirals and incomprehensible words inscribed in spidery calligraphy around them.
Scattered about the yard are old farm implements and what appear to be shrines made of metal, wood, plastic and glass, amongst which you see the bright flash of wire, circuitry and crystals.
You can enter the barn by heading north. The center of camp is south.
You see Twisted Oak Tree here.
Guest is here.
look barn
You see the door of the barn, wooden and as faded and weatherbeaten as the rest of the barn, with two bands of metal along the top and the bottom, and a big iron handle. It opens by sliding sideways on wheels on the metal track from which it's suspended.
look guest
Guest
By definition, Guest appears nondescript.
It is awake and looks alert.
wave guest
You wave to Guest.
Guest waves to you.
Guest says, "Hi! How's it going?"
@mokova
You feel a warm momentary glow as the drug surges through your body.
look
Outside of Barn
You're standing outside of the roof are covered with moss and beneath the evening: swift, purplegreen, darting after insects.
Despite its overall look of the evening: swift, purplegreen, darting after insects.
Scattered about the yard are old farm implements and withered brown leaves, and weathered as old farm implements and glass, amongst which you see plastic and withered brown leaves, and incomprehensible words inscribed in spidery calligraphy around them.
You can enter the structure itself, but some fairly new. You can see them flying sometimes in spidery calligraphy around them.
You can enter the yard are affixed--some as the barn, strange objects are covered with moss and beneath the barn, strange objects are old and beneath the faded wood; animal bones painted bright flash of gentle decrepitude, it's clear that probably received its last coat of gentle decrepitude, it's clear that somebody's been here. All over the barn that somebody's been here.
Guest is south.
look barn
You see Twisted Oak Tree here. All over a decade ago. The center of the barn, strange objects are covered with two bands of the barn that probably received its last coat of the yard are covered with bits of red paint over a decade ago. The center of mirrors or bright colors with moss and crystals.
look guest
Guest is south.
By definition, Guest is here.
It is here. All over a decade ago. The center of an old, wooden barn that somebody's been here.
wave guest
You can enter the barn, wooden and fanblades flecked with moss and string where swallows have built their pink cheeks and incomprehensible words inscribed in the door of the barn that somebody's been here.
Guest waves to Guest.
Guest appears nondescript.
@sober
A faint beep alerts you that an antidote is being released into your bloodstream.
You shiver for a second as the last of the drug leaves your body.