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[>> Go to Tent IV]

Ponch, you fool!  We have no FLOSS!!!!

Think about it: broad daylight outside turns to dusk while inside.  Guns that shoot but draw no blood and make no sound.  Lamps that apparently we possess but do not appear in our inventory.  Tents that shred without recourse to warranty -these are the signs of a temporal paradox people!  We are probably between realities even now, in some sort of sweaty nether region where a misdirected sneeze can send us all spiralling into the vortex of oblivion.  BEWARE!

...but, since we're stuck here we might as well see the sights.

>> Go to Tent IV

[>> Use spork to comb desert sands for more clues]

Clearly shell casings have no impact on mummies!  But I bet if you bound them tightly with typewriter ribbon you could slowly squeeze the after-life out of them....  In the mean time:

>> Use spork to comb desert sands for more clues

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blah blah blah blah blah  Lamp Rubbing +1.

I knew you would come round baron!

I have been misquoted.  Clearly Stee is in the thrall of the lamp.  Do not trust Stee.

Baron went on a Pickelhauben-spree, wrecked the camp, left a lamp there for everyone to be afraid of, and probably kidnapped everyone to have a crew that'd row him over to Australia just in time for Ben's birthday? We can only hope he didn't try to milk Pönch on the way. That'd be a hell of an innuendo.

My Pickelhaube sprees typically result in localized piercing wounds, not dispersed shredding.  Plus I am either an early 21st century nerd or a WWI era geriatric: both of which offer me a pretty air-tight alibi for not being in the desert wastes of Algeria in 1942.  As for milking Pönch en route to Ben's, you can't spell innuendo without "in", "you", "end", and "oh!"

[>> Get ink ribbons and paper from previous tent]

Do not, under any circumstances, rub that lamp!  You have no idea of the horror you could unleash upon the world!  Lamp Rubbing -1.

And I'm not sure what we could gain from examining the shreds.  Use your imagination: what shreds tents?  Are we going to find an incriminating clump of fur or mummified bandages stuck in the tear?  Let's just assume that there's something stealthy out there that likes to use its massive and powerful claws, and use this "calm before the storm" segment to good effect instead of chasing menacing details.  Examine Claws -1.

I know what you're saying.  "Baron, you're full of ideas about what we shouldn't do, but why don't you throw your Pickelhaube into the ring and offer some constructive alternatives."  You are so predictable when you say that.  And no, I'm not going to labour the point that we don't have a bath towel, contrary to what the Hitchhiker's Guide tells us is the most important accessory to have in the entire galaxy.  Nor am I going to harp on about the evil ghost lamp which we don't really possess anyway (just check our inventory in the first post).  I am determined to offer a fresh idea.

Here's my current thinking: the tablets that were being most recently examined may have some relevance to the destruction/evacuation of the camp.  The information on them may be relevant, but we don't know enough of that ancient language to make use of it at the moment.  Furthermore, if we can't carry around a WW2 era mobile radio with carrying straps for any distance, we surely can't carry the tablets in case the information contained on them becomes useful later on.  So here's the plan: return to the previous tent and grab some of that paper and typewriter ink/ribbon, lay the ribbon out on the tablets line by line, carefully lay the paper out on top of the ribbon and then smack the back of the paper with an empty crate (or with something else that mimics a giant typewriter hammer).  Presto!  A copy of the tablet's contents.  Well, a mirror image anyway.  Still better than ghost lamp, IMHO.

>> Get ink ribbons and paper from previous tent

At last, "Guess the Movie Tit" follows through!

Ah, Ghost!  Welcome back!  Let that be a lesson to the rest of you: give dead-beat-dadism a chance to work its magic!

Every night at bedtime he asks his mummy, "When is daddy coming home, Mummy?" And what is poor Ben304 supposed to tell him?

Presumably that she gets around a lot, and I don't mean in the sense of RVing.  I mean, how do I know that's not Ali's spawn?  Any bearded and bemonocled AGSer could have sired the little sprog.  I refuse to play the cuckold to Ben304's lusty hussy.

Poor little lad. No father around to teach him to properly care for his monocle. That's just not the sort of thing a mom can do, now is it, Baron?

I'm seriously not understanding why Ben304 can't pick up the pieces of her broken family like every other single-mom out there in AGS-land.  Girl-power!

You're callous and heartless! 

Stop being so emotional and think about this rationally.  I've got to weigh the cost (in time) of all interactions with my [alleged] offspring versus the opportunity cost of not procreating at that particular moment.  Seriously, in the time it's taken me to craft this response I could have knocked up Mods and at least half of Dualnames.  Put yourself in my shoes: would you prefer at any given moment to be teaching some snot-nosed nipper how to polish his own lens, or to be riding the love-train to Impregnationville with some of the most glamorous AGS avatars of today?

Congrats to winners!  And to all participants: good reads all around.

assuming he's not a "love 'em and leave 'em" sort of avatar

I wouldn't necessarily make that assumption.

And since he clearly isn't practicing safe sex, so I can only assume he's a walking petri dish of STDs.

Clearly the safest sex is that which yields solid, procreative results; at least from a Darwinian perspective....

So what if AGS avatars started producing the random love-child?  I wonder what they might look like....



Granted, all such spawn would not necessarily turn out as salaciously sexy.  But that's no reason not to let little Günther out of his attic prison for a bit of a Hallowe'en romp.  C'mon -let's see them!

....and with a game like this you never know...

>> Destroy Lamp!

>> Before it's too late!!!!

...and I got your Rücken, Pönch.  I'm your Flügelmann!

This can only go good places, in my opinion.  I've made no secret of my scorn for George Lucas's work post 1989, and Disney has mellowed big-time since the puritanical days under Walt.  They've got tons of experience with adult-oriented film production (they've owned Touchstone pictures for decades), and they know how to revive a franchise.  True, they also know how to milk a good thing, but LucasFilm is hardly innocent of that.  I say this is a positive development.

Interesting stuff -I've finally caught up.  The silly banter and the puns were certainly entertaining, but what I really find fascinating are your own impressions of the trials and tribulations of the game development process.  What I'm missing in the last two episodes are the higher-tempo segments, particularly Deliver-Rants, the episodic soap-operas and the mock-advertisements.  Actually, you haven't done that last bit, but you should.  Keep up the good work!

You fools!

> Return Lamp!!!!!

How have we neglected this thread for so long?

Why calves don't fake sick:

Happy birthday via the magic of GIF:



Remember, you're really only as old as you act.  So.....  yeah.

Tzachs - two spoons of terror.

There was some really good writing, and some excellent story craft, but my vote goes for the one that struck me as the spookiest.

    Interesting project!  I think your disappointment at lack of enthusiasm may be due to this thread's location -you'd get much more exposure starting a GIP thread (since you are building an AGS game, after all). 
    I have nothing to contribute programming wise, but as an AGS developer I think it'd be great if you could communicate in real time between an AGS game on multiple computers through a server.  I know this has been partially done (i.e. the Awards Ceremony) but that only had more-or-less real time chat and coordinated movements.  If you could have chat, movement, multiple rooms (so players could be in separate locations), common inventory, variables and saved states even though no one is currently playing, that would be something worth building a game around.  But to popularize it you must make sure that it comes with some thorough documentation, or not many people are going to be able to figure out its true potential.

A brief perusal of the online literature (grain of salt!) suggests that it might be a combination of factors loosely related to pressure change, including but not limited to humidity, temperature, and solar exposure.  It seems that most people have their own unique combination of triggers, so a diary (as in the study) detailing your head condition and as many daily weather phenomena as possible is probably your best bet.  Then it's spreadsheet time, baby!

Given that you, as an individual, respond uniquely to fluctuations in the environment around you, my best recommendation is to start a daily journal recording the variations in atmospheric pressure and how your head feels.  No doubt after a month or two you will be able to determine if there is or isn't a strict correlation between headaches and magnitude of pressure change.  You might save time by buying a barometer and driving up mountains slowly until you feel something coming on, but this doesn't help with changes in a different range (ie you are acclimatised to a lesser pressure already, and then it drops further).