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Well this guy's webpage seems to report accurate air pressure measurements of the Grand Canyon: 790 millibars at the rim and 930 millibars at the bottom (a difference of 140 mb). Other sources on the internet report the average temperature difference between the rim and bottom to be approx. 25 degrees Fahrenheit (approx. 14 degrees Celsius/Kelvin).  Since all other environmental factors would be the same at that location (latitude, humidity, atmospheric composition), it would seem as if every extra 10 millibars of pressure translates into an extra degree Centigrade/Kelvin, at least at Earth orbit.    I'm not sure if it's a linear relationship all the way up into space, though....   Mount Everest's summit has an average air pressure of about 330mb, and Cairo about 1000mb (they are both on the 27th parallel north), suggesting an average temperature difference of 67 degrees.  They aren't quite that far apart, but it's hard to tell what other factors might be at play that could effect the result.  So.... you said close enough was good enough, right? 

As for atmospheric composition, this Wikipedia entry defines the most common greehouse gases on Earth as water vapour (H20), carbon dioxide (CO2), methane (CH4), nitrous oxide (N2O), Ozone (O3), and CFCs (I don't think they occur in nature in any volume...).  Anyway, the effect that each gas has on global warming (or in your case, final atmospheric temperature potential) has to do with radiative forcing.  There's lots of charts and data on that page....  I'd just get a feel for what is more important relative to its atmospheric concentration on Earth, and then extrapolate.

Hope that at least gives you some ideas....

[I laugh at your barren insult: it could not be further from true. I'm so fecund that at my house we're knee deep in baby poo!]

Comeback: I laugh at your barren insult: it could not be further from true.  I'm so fecund that at my house we're knee deep in baby poo!
                So don't stand too close to me or you might get pregnant too!  It's not my right hand you've got to watch when I'm standing next to you....

Insult: Your figures-of-eight will make you loopy, turn you into an Amy Winehouse groupy, make your appendages soft and droopy, and turn your bowels all loose and soupy!

[ Ah, the decent to crudeness begins... )

Something like 30 hours remaining.  Happy frantic typing!

I suggest mounting more screens on the walls and maybe the ceiling too.  And where's your ice cream, Ryan?

[A memory is useful when your best days are behind you. Mine's shaky for want of use, yours essential through and through!]

Comeback: A memory is useful when your best days are behind you.  Mine's shaky for want of use, yours essential through and through!

Insult: Your hockey mask is out of date, your goal-tending is second rate, you probably can't even skate, but your hockey odour is your finest trait!

[Can we rhyme and have structure?  I was really missing structure last time....  ]

[Pol Pot, Lancelot, Stupot.... What do all these arch-knaves got? They wrecked their countries 'cause they fought!They wrecked their brains with too much pot! They wrecked their gums with green tooth rot! On all of history they're a blot!]

Pol Pot, Lancelot, Stupot....    What do all these arch-knaves got?   They wrecked their countries 'cause they fought!
They wrecked their brains with too much pot!   They wrecked their gums with green tooth rot!   On all of history they're a blot!

So.... Are we going to do an organized format like Cap'nD & R. Timothy last round, or are you more comfortable with a free for all? 

I've been working on Blackwell Epiphany full time since December 2013, and I'm still not done (albeit, our recent baby definitely delayed things a tad).

Dave is so awesome he's still not done the game he won't start for another month and a half!  What a slacker!

On topic, wasn't there an AGS Steam being built at some point.  Nexus.... or something like that.  It'd be awesome if there was a distribution platform that focussed precisely on the adventure gaming audience, one with the goal of motivating AGS development (ie a bigger cut of the $ for developers) and promoting the genre rather than strict cuthroat profiteering.  But I'm not holding my breath.

Ice Cream @ Ryan's house!  C'mon guys, help me save him from himself through the means of sweeeeet sweeeeeeeeet goodness.

(It is chocolate ice cream, right?  Or at least cookie dough?  *Homer drool*....)

C'mon guys.  Secret Fawful would take a slug of ice cream to save a friend in need.  You need to follow his theoretical example and follow me skipping to Ryan's house. Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la-la-la.....

Nice entries so far, even if some of them were composed with a toothbrush in mouth and a blue towel in hand. 

I'm just here to give you your three day warning: get those spooooooky stories in, pronto!  Seventy-two hours only have so many coffee breaks and wind-down moments, so use them wisely!

An insult off!  They each have exactly twelve words with which to insult the other, in some sort of sudden-death overtime round to be judged undemocratically by Andail himself!

In Soviet Russia, testicles remove you!  

I don't know if I'd agree that Secret Fawful is the best, per se.  I mean, he's good.  Really good, even.  I don't think it's a stretch to say he's for sure in the top twenty: no one would argue that.  But the best?  I don't know.... That comes with a lot of baggage.  The Secret Fawful I know is a pretty deferential guy.  The kind of guy who'd go out of his way to help someone in his own quiet way.  I don't know if he's into the whole pedestal and limelight scene, though.  That doesn't really sound like him.

So I'm going to go out on a limb and assert that Secret Fawful is a pretty really good decent guy, and that the world would be a better place if there were carbon-copy clones of him populating the world's major cities and power hierarchies.  Keep up the good work, SF!  We're all counting on you....

Ascovel IS cool.  He's the only guy that owes me beer that I still like.   That's actually more impressive than it sounds: I take my beer-debts very seriously.  So here's to you, Ascovel!  I may be cheersing you with an empty mug (*ahem*), but I still think the world of you.  Keep up the good youing.

I'm pretty interested in this Ryan Timothy - CaptainD battle.  Ryan was dominating early (4-1, if memory serves), but the Cap'n has stormed back big-time!  Who will win this see-saw of democracy?!?  My nails are chewed up to the knuckles!  And there's like two days still left in voting!  Martha, where's my heart meds?!? 

[Zucchini!]

Zucchini!  I know it reads like this round is over, but I'm still guessing zucchini.

I feel your pain, Cap'n.  I was 36 hours without internet....  hopefully my earlier salvos were cutting enough to clinch the round for me, but I have a feeling that "he who insults last, insults most" is likely to apply here.   

[The only stick I use to get around puts my phallic hat to shame, while between the flippers you are lame (ask any penguin dame)!I'm a first-class lover, the ladies say on my approach; your lovin' rates somewhere between hobo-boxcar and coach!]

Le'me sweep my pointy beak through this rubbish like a dredge. And salute you cause that suits you as you so allege, sucka... I may slide on the ground, you need a stick to get around! What?! you find that pointy phalis hat in lost and found???

The only stick I use to get around puts my phallic hat to shame, while between the flippers you are lame (ask any penguin dame)!
I'm a first-class lover, the ladies say on my approach; your lovin' rates somewhere between hobo-boxcar and coach!

What kind of warm blooded male wears pointy shoulder pads? I ought to stick you and then kick you right between the nads, cluck-AH! But I'd hate to get my foot to get lost in that old-Jack-Frost, what with that saggy-baggy salad that you regularly toss?! BOOM!

My lapels show my rank, and they're really quite swank.  My nads are the wheel-tracks on my impervious tank!
Have a kick: break your foot!  That rubbery webbed thing: like walking on a fly-swatter... clap-clap-clap-clap-sting!

I'll break it down now, Baron, cause I let you have your way. Comparing my squawking beak to an ol' ashtray??? I'll admit I have the odd puff cause I love the way it feels. But chicks be squealing while your dealing on your MEALS ON WHEELS, grampy!

Chicks love a guy with a car who is buyin'!  Not a slimy wet avian who's ice-water swims they ain't tryin'!
Play it like me and then you'll hear some oh-myin'!  Stick to your sick shtick and you'll just leave 'em cryin'!
....unless it's them sassy elephant porpoise seals you're a-spyin', in which case you'll be joinin' in on the eye dryin'!

Can the house be somehow related to the protagonist(s), as long as it's abandoned?

Yeah, sure.  As long as it's creepy and the structure is in poor repair, I'd say it counts.

I've tried a few times to write a ghost story based on a real-life abandoned old house my friends and I used to break into as kids (and scare ourselves shitless).

Yeah, I still pee the bed when I dream about this old abandoned farmhouse we used to climb through.  This one time one of my buddies fell through the floor....  Good times, good times....

[Citrus fruit? You belly scoot! Who can commute in a prostrate salute?You slide like a sledge: clean the ice by belly dredge! With your beak-pointy edge you're like a zebra door wedge!]

All right now, Baron, that's real cute. But lemme let you in on the square root of this dispute. Incase it didn't compute, I don't give a hoot! I'm the mutha-fuggin PENGUIN and you ain't nothin' but a sour old citrus fruit! I'ma take my boot, line you up, shine you up, and send you on the old world coot special bus route!

Citrus fruit?  You belly scoot!  Who can commute in a prostrate salute?
You slide like a sledge: clean the ice by belly dredge!  With your beak-pointy edge you're like a zebra door wedge!

Now it's time to shine the old mirror at you. Perhaps this old man's bitten off more than he can chew? Must be hard what with the false teeth and all. With all ya' lil' fanboys like yo' some Ron Paul. It's tragic, yall probably still believe in magic, it's graphic, but I'mma shove ya rotten body in the attic!

Age before beauty, but that leaves you right out....  You lout, all you do is shout-pout your brain-drought!
Sure there's snow on my roof, but my basement is humming!  All you do is squid-gumming, rum-bumming and down-dumbing!
I'm a wholesale hale male!  You flail when you fail with your tail in a whale!

I see, so yall gotta be crass, hiding behind a monocle that's made outta glass. It's your last chance, it's yo' slow dance, so yall better advance with more than manic romance!

My manic romance has the ladies all flocking!  Your hooting and screeching has them all balking!
And squawking away!  And docking astray!  They'd rather be lip-locking with a schlocking ashtray!

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Tom Hanks in an elevator got me thinking about how prominent the Empire State Building is in an Affair to Remember.  Is this some sort of skyscraper structure puzzle?  Does "Wallace going up" or "fruit coming down" ring anyone's bell in terms of famous buildings or landmarks?  Fruit coming down reminds me a bit of the ball drop at Time's Square, but that's a bit of a stretch.  Anybody?

EDIT:

Spoiler

In which Affair might Deborah Kerr be envious of a fruit coming down, a Wallace creation going up, and Tom Hanks taking the lift?

A bit of Wikipedia surfing to fill in the blanks in cultural blindspots reveals:

An Affair to Remember: guy waits for girl who never shows up on the observation deck of the Empire State Building

James and the Giant Peach: peach lands directly on top of Empire State Building

Edgar Wallace: wrote the screenplay for King Kong, who climbs the Empire State Building

Sleepless in Seattle: Tom Hanks is actually in a lift in the Empire State Building!

So my answer is.... the Empire State Building?

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