Dudley's dungeon -- Friday, 18 August, 2006

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	August 18, 2006 00:31
First comment: 1 April, 2004	431 comments written
Why didn't he just run through the doorThrough me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric mov'd: To rear me was the task of power divine, Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon ye who enter here. [ The Inferno, from The Divine Comedy of Dante Alighieri, translated by H.F. Cary ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. and fight them one at a time? Still, cute comic. Interesting philosophical question.
Fathead	August 18, 2006 02:03
First comment: 1 April, 2006	1136 comments written
Dudley Deranged. Shee.
Eskimo	August 18, 2006 08:44
First comment: 14 April, 2004	166 comments written
Btw, the question we have to answer to get it right... I don't know about others but I tend to miss about 50% of the time and I've bloody ascended more than a dozen times :). Apart from the "{}[]()" which I always seem to have problems remembering which is which the characters that work differently in lots of countries present a problem (waterDay after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink. [ The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details., fountains - generally the set to the right of letters PL on a Finnish Keyboard at least - i.e. stuff like "^~"). Don't know if removing those would be helpful. How do others fare?
	August 18, 2006 12:53
First comment: 1 April, 2004	431 comments written
Nice Catch 22, Eskimo. Post here if you have problems posting!
scwizard	August 18, 2006 15:19
First comment: 18 August, 2006	12 comments written
"Why didn't he just run through the doorThrough me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric mov'd: To rear me was the task of power divine, Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon ye who enter here. [ The Inferno, from The Divine Comedy of Dante Alighieri, translated by H.F. Cary ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. and fight them one at a time?" Well considering it's a nightname, I would imagine that he would get: "The doorThrough me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric mov'd: To rear me was the task of power divine, Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon ye who enter here. [ The Inferno, from The Divine Comedy of Dante Alighieri, translated by H.F. Cary ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. is resisting. The Cockatrices turn you to stone and pwn you." BTW I'm new here. I"m a nethack newbie, just started playing last night.
Yellowhat	August 18, 2006 16:25
First comment: 18 August, 2006	1 comments written
Yeah, I've had problems posting too. With the 'waterDay after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink. [ The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details.' thing, I can never get it right.
Nobody Special	August 19, 2006 16:14
First comment: 8 June, 2005	118 comments written
You can use this as an answer key of sorts: http://www.nethack.org/v343/Guidebook.html#_TOCentry_6
acheron	August 20, 2006 18:17
First comment: 1 June, 2004	63 comments written
I always play NH with the (IBM) extended ASCII characters on, so there are a lot of things I don't recognize -- fountains for one. If you reload the pageThese strange creatures live mostly on the surface of the earth, gathering together in societies of various forms, but occasionally a stray will descend into the depths and commit mayhem among the dungeon residents who, naturally, often resent the intrusion of such beasts. They are capable of using weapons and magic, and it is even rumored that the Wizard of Yendor is a member of this species. Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. you usually get a different question.
Mantar	August 20, 2006 21:20
First comment: 17 June, 2004	197 comments written
The way I keep the weapons and tools straight is to think "weapons go in your right-hand, so it has a right-hand curve. Tools go in your left." Then for fountains vs. waterDay after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink. [ The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details., I just remember that fountains are made using tools, so they're left-hand too.
billnye	August 21, 2006 03:19
First comment: 21 August, 2006	2 comments written
I remember weapons vs. armor by CoMR [oMR, and ) looking somehow more like a bow"Stand to it, my hearts of gold," said the old bowman as he passed from knot to knot. "By my hilt! we are in luck this journey. Bear in mind the old saying of the Company." "What is that, Aylward?" cried several, leaning on their bows and laughing at him. "'Tis the master-bowyer's rede: 'Every bow well bent. Every shaft well sent. Every stave well nocked. Every string well locked.' There, with that jingle in his head, a bracer on his left hand, a shooting glove on his right, and a farthing's-worth of wax in his girdle, what more doth a bowman need?" "It would not be amiss," said Hordle John, "if under his girdle he had four farthings'-worth of wine." [ The White Company, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. and arrowI shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. [ The Arrow and the Song, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. than (... obviously the "which is C" half being more solid, logically, but either way, leaving tools by process of elimination. The weapon/fountainRest! This little Fountain runs Thus for aye: -- It never stays For the look of summer suns, Nor the cold of winter days. Whose'er shall wander near, When the Syrian heat is worst, Let him hither come, nor fear Lest he may not slake his thirst: He will find this little river Running still, as bright as ever. Let him drink, and onward hie, Bearing but in thought, that I, Erotas, bade the Naiad fall, And thank the great god Pan for all! [ For a Fountain, by Bryan Waller Procter ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. tie-in is handy, though.
Grognor	April 19, 2007 07:34
First comment: 4 April, 2007	1161 comments written
I just plain remember them. You read a scrollAnd I was gazing on the surges prone, With many a scalding tear and many a groan, When at my feet emerg'd an old man's hand, Grasping this scroll, and this same slender wand. I knelt with pain--reached out my hand--had grasp'd Those treasures--touch'd the knuckles--they unclasp'd-- I caught a finger: but the downward weight O'erpowered me--it sank. Then 'gan abate The storm, and through chill aguish gloom outburst The comfortable sun. I was athirst To search the book, and in the warming air Parted its dripping leaves with eager care. Strange matters did it treat of, and drew on My soul page after page, till well-nigh won Into forgetfulness; when, stupefied, I read these words, and read again, and tried My eyes against the heavens, and read again. [ Endymion, by John Keats ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. labeled KIRJE. Who was that MaudGet thee hence, nor come again, Mix not memory with doubt, Pass, thou deathlike type of pain, Pass and cease to move about! 'Tis the blot upon the brain That will show itself without. ... For, Maud, so tender and true, As long as my life endures I feel I shall owe you a debt, That I never can hope to pay; And if ever I should forget That I owe this debt to you And for your sweet sake to yours; O then, what then shall I say? - If ever I should forget, May God make me more wretched Than ever I have been yet! [ Maud, And Other Poems by Alfred, Lord Tennyson ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. person again?

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