This is the kind of thing you see when playing Urban dead for too long.
[00:21] < ~Keolah> Zombie plumbers. Draaainnnnzzzz…
[00:22]
[00:23] < &mmunster> zombie farmer: “plaaaainzzzz”
[00:23] < ~Keolah> Zombie railfans. Traaaaainnnzzzz…
[00:24] < &mmunster> Zombie forecaster: “raaaaaainzzzzz”
[00:29]
[01:07] < &mmunster> zombie patient: “paaaaaizzzz”
So we start with the table RPGs, where everything goes on pen and paper. Until someone devises some small formulas to calculate XP and automatically generate monsters. Then someone puts the game itself inside the computer, and you can control your player through the keyboard/mouse. Then some player create scripts to automate the hard/boring part of the CRPG…
and then
Miller’s Quest - The ultimate step in the evolution of CRPGs
Try it!
Ok, I’ve written already three posts for today, but I couldn’t leave this one pass. From this month’s internet Oracle:
The Internet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:> Oh mighty Oracle, so wise and all-knowing, whose knowledge and
> wisdom are known throughout the land, I come before thee with a
> question that has plagued me for a time, and half a time again.
> What is the secret to understanding women?And in response, thus spake the Oracle:
} Lack of understanding between men and women is a common problem.
} Luckily for you, The Oracle has come along to explain it all.
}
} Men are simple beasts, they like food, sex, and shiny toys.
} When they want something, they’ll ask for it, usually in a short
} sentence of simple words, for example
} “I’m hungry” means they’re hungry.
} “I’m horny” means they want sex.
} “I want to play (some computer game)” means they want to play with
} their shiny toys.
}
} Women are also simple beasts, they like food, sex, and shiny toys.
} When they want something, they will drop subtle hints, sometimes
} verbal code, sometimes using body-language cues, sometimes via mental
} telepathy. For example
} “Isn’t is getting dark early these days” means I’m hungry, let’s eat
} “Isn’t it getting dark early these days” means I’m horny, let’s go to
} bed early tonight
} “Isn’t it getting dark early these days” means it’s a long time since
} you bought me a shiny toy
}
} Men, simple beasts that they are, take all 3 of the above as a comment
} on the advancing season, or an invitation to discuss the astronomical
} basis for variation in day length.
}
} Meanwhile women, accustomed as they are to speaking in code, assume
} men do the same.
}
} So, his “I’m hungry” gets interpreted by her as “your ass looks very
} fat today” or “I’d like to have sex with that woman over there” or even
} “my hovercraft is full of eels”. Strangely, the more innocent, direct
} and obvious a comment, the more likely it is to be interpreted as some
} subtle insult. She takes offence, he notices and asks “what’s wrong?”
} to which she replies “nothing”. There ensues an escalating exchange
} during which she continues to deny anything is wrong while getting more
} and more angry at him for failing to apologise for the ‘insult’.
} Meanwhile, he knows she is angry, and gets more and more frustrated at
} her refusal to tell him why.
}
} And so it continues, generation after generation.
} Men still aren’t mind-readers, and women are still mad at them for it.
} ‘Twas ever thus, and ever shall it be.
}
} You owe The Oracle a female-to-English dictionary.
So I was planning to go on a trip to Fukushima this golden week. I decided that, having been in Japan for one year, and never having ridden the Bullet Train before, this was a good chance to try it. The trip is relatively short, and I’m on the black right now so - why not?
So, since the golden week is supposed to be pack full of people fleeing from tokyo, I decided to buy my ticket three weeks in advance. So I look on the yahoo transit website, and the closest place to ride on the shinkansen is omiya.
I go to a JR station, and buy the tickets… no problem there. I pick up confortable times where I can leave my place without hurry, and get back also before midnight. I put the tickets in a drawer.
And two weeks later, today, when I go pick the tickets for tomorrow, I notice:
I bought the tickets from UTSUNOMIYA!
Luckly, I’ll probably be able to change them tomorrow at the station, but this means I’ll have to leave much earlier to arrive in fukushima by the time I had planned. I just hope this doesn’t mess up my return plans.
Baka baka baka
There was recently an article in slashdot talking about the sex industry inside the game Second Life (an MMORPG).
Of course, it is obvious that if there is some way to sell sex, there will also be someone exploiting it. However, I can’t really make a mental image of people paying up for things like this.
For me? I’ll put my robe and wizard hat. Har!
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