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For those who are online at the moment -

The Adventure Developers Online Conference 2007 is ongoing. So you can talk to everybody's favorite (or so we hope) Pooka, Blue Cup, and drunken wizarding student here.

Radiant:  I was not aware that such an event had ever come to pass here, but I'm certainly intrigued!  Were there winners?  If so, how was the winner decided?

As I recall, by popular vote on which solution people considered the best or funnest or most innovative.

NEWSFLASH! Nail-clippers, coins and stones are all completely useless when trying to start a fire. They tried it on Mythbusters once. Even with wooden sticks and dry plants, it's damn near impossible to do.

What about using batteries to get sparks? I've read that if you whack the "plus" ends together, you'll spark a bit.

But yeah, like Candall said, just as in an actual adventure game it should never be about "guessing what the author intended" - anything that could plausibly work, should be made to work. (I'm saying "should" because many adventure games do in fact turn into a guessing game at some point, but that's not exactly good game design).

We used to have a game like this regularly in the "competitions & activities" forum... perhaps we should bring that back?

I have never felt like I was high. Strange?

No cause its bollocks.

Try pure oxygen, rather than normal air.

Actually, a really good way to get high is

Spoiler

climbing the Sears Tower.

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Cut CD-ROM wires with nail clippers. Take LED from CD-ROM trive. Take batteries from flashlight. Attach LED to batteries. Attach lit LED to forehead with duct tape.

Attach screwdriver to left hand with duct tape. Attach nail clippers to right hand with duct tape. Use makeshift claws to climb up.

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I remember it very well : It worked!
*sob*

No it didn't. I was, like, twelve at the time and I simply wrote down all questions and got the answers right by elimination (there was no internet back then, or looking them up would have been a lot easier). After half an hour or so, I had a nearly complete list of correct answers.

Efteling FTW!

Hey, how can you have been Dutch all this time without me realizing it?

Off topic, but I never understood that about movies. They should be renamed "jerkies."

According to Wikipedia, it is done that way to save on expensive film reels.

I'm surprised you think traffic isn't limited, as with disk space being as cheap as it is, bandwidth is the major limiting for websites these days.

To put it differently, if you're going to host any games that are (1) popular and (2) more than about ten megabytes in size, you will most likely get bandwidth issues. It is probably worth looking into that first.

Try ChangeCursorGraphic ()

Only scaled sprites are smoothed.

Smooth scaling also works in 16-bit.

Don't worry too much about performance in advance. You can always optimize later.

For example, if I was new here, and excited about my game, and posted a Games In Production thread with all the details but one screenshot instead of two, I'd probably get my thread locked with a "READ THE RULES!!" type comment. That'd be pretty offputting and I might well not bother coming back.

Frankly I recall several instances of people being downright hostile to new users, and chasing the new blood away is not healthy for the contributors.

I think that perhaps we are too harsh towards newbies in beginner tech, and maybe also in the GIP. I know the forum rules are clear on that, but perhaps the forum rules need to be relaxed a bit?

Or perhaps the moderators for each individual forum need to rotate to a different forum, so that they don't become jaded on the forum they take care of.

I can confirm that 2.72 still works fine under Linux (assuming you don't use any DLL plug-ins).

Characters on-screen don't impact performance in any noticeable way. The performance hogs are some of the RawDraw functions, and using several large (as in, half the screen) overlaying things that are partially transparent.

In that case, my answer must be in the form of a question...


   It all started when our protagonist, Gavin, woke up in a bush. It was the first time it had happened. Feeling ridiculously stunned, Gavin groped a spoon, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Subsequently, he realized that his beloved mask was missing!  Immediately he called his acquaintance, Joyce. Gavin had known Joyce for (plus or minus) half a million years, the majority of which were flamboyant ones.  Joyce was unique. She was clever though sometimes a little... stupid. Gavin called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.

   Joyce picked up to a very nervous Gavin. Joyce calmly assured him that most puppies grimace before mating, yet kittens usually charismatically cringe *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting Gavin.  Why was Joyce trying to distract Gavin?  Because she had snuck out from Gavin's with the mask only five days prior.  It was a curious little mask... how could she resist?

   It didn't take long before Gavin got back to the subject at hand: his mask. Joyce sneezed. Relunctantly, Joyce invited him over, assuring him they'd find the mask. Gavin grabbed his microwave and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Joyce realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the mask and she had to do it randomly. She figured that if Gavin took the 5.0 Mustang, she had take at least six minutes before Gavin would get there.  But if he took the motorbike?  Then Joyce would be exceedingly screwed.

   Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, Joyce was interrupted by three funny-smelling squirrels that were lured by her mask. Joyce grimaced; 'Not again', she thought. Feeling relieved, she recklessly reached for her spoon and fearlessly groped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the bush, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief.  That's when she heard the motorbike rolling up.  It was Gavin.

----o0o----

   As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Egg Roll King to pick up a 12-pack of mittens, so he knew he was running late.  With a apt leap, Gavin was out of the motorbike and went surreptitiously jaunting toward Joyce's front door.  Meanwhile inside,  Joyce was panicking.  Not thinking, she tossed the mask into a box of oven mitts and then slid the box behind her desk. Joyce was pleased but at least the mask was concealed.  The doorbell rang.

   'Come in,' Joyce earnestly purred.  With a quick push, Gavin opened the door.  'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some selfish retard in a 5.0 Mustang,' he lied.  'It's fine,' Joyce assured him. Gavin took a seat inside where Joyce had hidden the mask. Joyce sighed trying unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness.  'Uhh, can I get you anything?' she blurted.  But Gavin was distracted. Soon afterward, Joyce noticed a pestering look on Gavin's face. Gavin slowly opened his mouth to speak.

   '...What's that smell?'

   Joyce felt a stabbing pain in her abdomen when Gavin asked this.  In a moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the mask right by her oscillating fan. 'Wh-what?  I don't smell anything..!'  A lie.  A clueless look started to form on Gavin's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's mittens from when she used to have pet beavers.  She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Gavin nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Joyce could react, Gavin fearlessly lunged toward the box and opened it.  The mask was plainly in view.

   Gavin stared at Joyce for what what must've been eleven nanoseconds. All of a sudden, Joyce groped scandalously in Gavin's direction, clearly desperate. Gavin grabbed the mask and bolted for the door.  It was locked. Joyce let out a striking chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Gavin,' she rebuked. Joyce always had been a little stupid, so Gavin knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Joyce did something crazy, like... start chucking staplers at her or something. Without warning, he gripped his mask tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

   Joyce looked on, blankly. 'What the hell?  That seemed excessive.  The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Gavin. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame seven days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly she felt a tinge of concern for Gavin. 'Oh.  You ..okay?' Still silence. Joyce walked over to the window and looked down. Gavin was gone.

----o0o----

   Just yonder, Gavin was struggling to make his way through the desert behind Joyce's place. Gavin had severely hurt his neck during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength.  Another pack of feral squirrels suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the mask.  One by one they latched on to Gavin.  Already weakened from his injury, Gavin yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed.  The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of squirrels running off with his mask.

   But then God came down with His outgoing smile and restored Gavin's mask. Feeling worried, God smote the squirrels for their injustice.  Then He got in His ricer and zipped away with the fortitude of  200,000 otters running from a teensy pack of beavers. Gavin jumped with joy when he saw this. His mask was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in four minutes his favorite TV show,  Linkin Park, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When capybaras meet ebola'). Gavin was relieved. And so, everyone except Joyce and a few gun-toting koalas lived blissfully happy, forever after.

Depends. Is there ever any point to questions asked?

Yes, but you didn't ask any.

I want you to want you to read that.

Well, I suppose I don't. It looks like a bit of events about some random people. Do you want pointers on style? Or is this about people you know? Or does one of the random people do something weird that bears discussion? Or is this simply a joke on the reader?

TLDR.

Is there any point to this?

Was bored today so started to plan an adventure game about the subject.

You can do drugs in QfG3...

Well, okay

Code: ags

Fawfulhasfury 	 Cuppit, Destiny
Grundislav 	 Walrus Mumblemore
joelphilippage 	 Rob Greasley
Scummbuddy 	 Larry Lotter
spacepiratecaine Devius Drape
The Ivy 	 Calliope DeRanger
Tiki             Darco Alloy

Floppy drives, yes.

RAM, depends on what kind of RAM it is. But in most cases, yes. Little harm in trying it.

I'd suggest - (1) copy the bookmarks file from your profile, (2) uninstall Firefox, (3) wipe the Firefox folder from your hard drive, and (4) re-install it clean.