TinyTIM is the world's oldest continual MU* in existance. We have a
blistering social scene with frequent headache-producing events and various
other things that make your stomach hurt. Most people never live through
the experience, but that doesn't stop them. Our wizards are utterly arbitrary,
and we've been known to turn people into lawn chairs for using the letter
'o' in their name.
   
   We have a Pern Weyr that's really nice, except the carpeting is very ugly.
Come on down and hang out in the TinyTIM Main Area Place (the Nexus), which
we stole from TinyHell and they can't have it back, the bastards. It likes
us better anyhow.

   We're run by a cow and a fish and some Klingons and a few dragonriders and an
ancient Native American god and a guy who's really both a guy and a girl, plus
some others. Sometimes it gets confusing, and often frightening. But hey, you
only live once. Oh! Nearly forgot. We're not just a big game; we're a REALLY
big game.