Dudley's dungeon -- Thursday, 8 March, 2007

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Jac	March 8, 2007 00:19
First comment: 26 May, 2006	48 comments written
A red nagaThe naga is a mystical creature with the body of a snake and the head of a man or woman. They will fiercely protect the territory they consider their own. Some nagas can be forced to serve as guardians by a spellcaster of great power. 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.? Another angband crossover?
Talita	March 8, 2007 00:33
First comment: 7 February, 2007	20 comments written
Where is Dudley in the second or third panels?
.	March 8, 2007 01:07
First comment: 7 December, 2005	48 comments written
Behind the camera, I assume -- this is his view through the lens, I'd guess.
SomeoneElse	March 8, 2007 01:11
First comment: 11 September, 2006	143 comments written
Jac, red nagas do exist in NetHack, what do you mean?
Kernigh	March 8, 2007 01:56
First comment: 6 April, 2005	349 comments written
The trap, the trollThe troll shambled closer. He was perhaps eight feet tall, perhaps more. His forward stoop, with arms dangling past thick claw-footed legs to the ground, made it hard to tell. The hairless green skin moved upon his body. His head was a gash of a mouth, a yard-long nose, and two eyes which drank the feeble torchlight and never gave back a gleam. [...] Like a huge green spider, the troll's severed hand ran on its fingers. Across the mounded floor, up onto a log with one taloned forefinger to hook it over the bark, down again it scrambled, until it found the cut wrist. And there it grew fast. The troll's smashed head seethed and knit together. He clambered back on his feet and grinned at them. The waning faggot cast red light over his fangs. [ Three Hearts and Three Lions, by Poul Anderson ] 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 the potionPOTABLE, n. Suitable for drinking. Water is said to be potable; indeed, some declare it our natural beverage, although even they find it palatable only when suffering from the recurrent disorder known as thirst, for which it is a medicine. Upon nothing has so great and diligent ingenuity been brought to bear in all ages and in all countries, except the most uncivilized, as upon the invention of substitutes for water. To hold that this general aversion to that liquid has no basis in the preservative instinct of the race is to be unscientific -- and without science we are as the snakes and toads. [ The Devil's Dictionary, by Ambrose Bierce ] 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. are also from Angband. However, that room has blades and wands instead of walls?
Talita	March 8, 2007 02:27
First comment: 7 February, 2007	20 comments written
Oh I see. The little Ts make a big T. That's really clever!
Rose	March 8, 2007 02:36
First comment: 3 July, 2006	79 comments written
Its a completely ordinary nethack room until dudley applies the camera and gets a closeup. The trollThe troll shambled closer. He was perhaps eight feet tall, perhaps more. His forward stoop, with arms dangling past thick claw-footed legs to the ground, made it hard to tell. The hairless green skin moved upon his body. His head was a gash of a mouth, a yard-long nose, and two eyes which drank the feeble torchlight and never gave back a gleam. [...] Like a huge green spider, the troll's severed hand ran on its fingers. Across the mounded floor, up onto a log with one taloned forefinger to hook it over the bark, down again it scrambled, until it found the cut wrist. And there it grew fast. The troll's smashed head seethed and knit together. He clambered back on his feet and grinned at them. The waning faggot cast red light over his fangs. [ Three Hearts and Three Lions, by Poul Anderson ] 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. isn't quite in view in the first closeup
Jac	March 8, 2007 02:53
First comment: 26 May, 2006	48 comments written
SomeoneElse: of course red nagas are in Nethack; I'm the idiot that clearly been playing too much Angband recently... (note to self: try hard not to be an idiot)
Slowpoke	March 8, 2007 02:53
First comment: 27 February, 2007	239 comments written
Could also have had Dudley stepping backward to get everything into the frame, and falling into a pitAmid the thought of the fiery destruction that impended, the idea of the coolness of the well came over my soul like balm. I rushed to its deadly brink. I threw my straining vision below. The glare from the enkindled roof illumined its inmost recesses. Yet, for a wild moment, did my spirit refuse to comprehend the meaning of what I saw. At length it forced -- it wrestled its way into my soul -- it burned itself in upon my shuddering reason. Oh! for a voice to speak! -- oh! horror! -- oh! any horror but this! [ The Pit and the Pendulum, by Edgar Allan Poe ] 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. or a pool (unless Nethack has an abyss) and dying.
Talita	March 8, 2007 04:11
First comment: 7 February, 2007	20 comments written
There are two trolls in the first closeup, one of them further away.
Nameless	March 8, 2007 08:11
First comment: 29 December, 2004	281 comments written
Kernigh - I only used \| and - instead of # for walls so you could more easily see where the walls met in the corner. Talita - Actually, that second trollThe troll shambled closer. He was perhaps eight feet tall, perhaps more. His forward stoop, with arms dangling past thick claw-footed legs to the ground, made it hard to tell. The hairless green skin moved upon his body. His head was a gash of a mouth, a yard-long nose, and two eyes which drank the feeble torchlight and never gave back a gleam. [...] Like a huge green spider, the troll's severed hand ran on its fingers. Across the mounded floor, up onto a log with one taloned forefinger to hook it over the bark, down again it scrambled, until it found the cut wrist. And there it grew fast. The troll's smashed head seethed and knit together. He clambered back on his feet and grinned at them. The waning faggot cast red light over his fangs. [ Three Hearts and Three Lions, by Poul Anderson ] 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 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.. You can't see the top of it, but it would also be a bunch of +s forming a bigger +;
SomeoneElse	March 8, 2007 08:58
First comment: 11 September, 2006	143 comments written
Sorry, Nameless, but I think L is better at doing those dungeon closeup things.
L	March 8, 2007 09:00
First comment: 10 February, 2005	285 comments written
See also: (http://www.nicolaas.net/dudley/index.php?f=20060807)
A	March 8, 2007 09:07
First comment: 24 October, 2006	70 comments written
L is better at closeups but this comic is still quite good
Roger Barnett	March 8, 2007 09:29
First comment: 7 April, 2006	143 comments written
If Dion's up for it - there'll probably be another Angband/Tales from the PitAmid the thought of the fiery destruction that impended, the idea of the coolness of the well came over my soul like balm. I rushed to its deadly brink. I threw my straining vision below. The glare from the enkindled roof illumined its inmost recesses. Yet, for a wild moment, did my spirit refuse to comprehend the meaning of what I saw. At length it forced -- it wrestled its way into my soul -- it burned itself in upon my shuddering reason. Oh! for a voice to speak! -- oh! horror! -- oh! any horror but this! [ The Pit and the Pendulum, by Edgar Allan Poe ] 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. crossover at some point, but it won't be for a while.
Feory	March 8, 2007 09:31
First comment: 15 August, 2006	63 comments written
What do the ^s represent?
jukka	March 8, 2007 13:42
First comment: 22 November, 2006	57 comments written
Feory, the ^s form a trap, of course.
Talita	March 8, 2007 15:32
First comment: 7 February, 2007	20 comments written
I like this style of closeup. Once you've figured out what's going on, it's quite cool. I prefer it to the over-simplified version L usesd.
Mikoangelo	March 8, 2007 21:29
First comment: 19 October, 2005	82 comments written
Miko.likes(Closeuptype(:Nameless)) == Miko.likes(Closeuptype(:L)) # => true scurries away to nerd-cave of doom
Fathead	March 8, 2007 22:37
First comment: 1 April, 2006	1136 comments written
Miko: Always preview. Nameless: That confused me at first, but I got it.
Fathead	March 8, 2007 22:37
First comment: 1 April, 2006	1136 comments written
Only 200 more until the big 1k!
Feory	March 9, 2007 14:06
First comment: 15 August, 2006	63 comments written
Bleh. I feel stupid.
Grognor	April 22, 2007 09:38
First comment: 4 April, 2007	1161 comments written
You feel stupid! Your last thought fades away... DYWYPI?
Strephon	May 21, 2007 04:54
First comment: 12 March, 2007	17 comments written
One thought: It might have been clearer if 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., trap and potionPOTABLE, n. Suitable for drinking. Water is said to be potable; indeed, some declare it our natural beverage, although even they find it palatable only when suffering from the recurrent disorder known as thirst, for which it is a medicine. Upon nothing has so great and diligent ingenuity been brought to bear in all ages and in all countries, except the most uncivilized, as upon the invention of substitutes for water. To hold that this general aversion to that liquid has no basis in the preservative instinct of the race is to be unscientific -- and without science we are as the snakes and toads. [ The Devil's Dictionary, by Ambrose Bierce ] 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. wereIn 1573, the Parliament of Dole published a decree, permitting the inhabitants of the Franche-Comte to pursue and kill a were-wolf or loup-garou, which infested that province, "notwithstanding the existing laws concerning the chase." The people were empowered to "assemble with javelins, halberds, pikes, arquebuses and clubs, to hunt and pursue the said were-wolf in all places where they could find it, and to take, burn, and kill it, without incurring any fine or other penalty." The hunt seems to have been successful, if we may judge from the fact that the same tribunal in the following year condemned to be burned a man named Giles Garnier, who ran on all fours in the forest and fields and devoured little children, "even on Friday." The poor lycanthrope, it appears, had as slight respect for ecclesiastical feasts as the French pig, which was not restrained by any feeling of piety from eating infants on a fast day. [ The History of Vampires, by Dudley Wright ] 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. visible in the first panel. (I did like it, though.)
Blackened	June 3, 2008 00:42
First comment: 14 May, 2008	31 comments written
Took me a while to get it. :-)

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