Dudley's dungeon -- Thursday, 3 May, 2007

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Wonderer	May 3, 2007 00:18
First comment: 22 March, 2007	106 comments written
You read the signature. You prove that CromWarily Conan scanned his surroundings, all of his senses alert for signs of possible danger. Off in the distance, he could see the familiar shapes of the Camp of the Duali tribe. Suddenly, the hairs on his neck stand on end as he detects the aura of evil magic in the air. Without thought, he readies his weapon, and mutters under his breath: "By Crom, there will be blood spilt today." [ Conan the Avenger by Robert E. Howard, Bjorn Nyberg, and L. Sprague de Camp ] 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. exists. CromWarily Conan scanned his surroundings, all of his senses alert for signs of possible danger. Off in the distance, he could see the familiar shapes of the Camp of the Duali tribe. Suddenly, the hairs on his neck stand on end as he detects the aura of evil magic in the air. Without thought, he readies his weapon, and mutters under his breath: "By Crom, there will be blood spilt today." [ Conan the Avenger by Robert E. Howard, Bjorn Nyberg, and L. Sprague de Camp ] 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. vanishes in a puff of logic. You see here a zebra crossing.
zem	May 3, 2007 06:18
First comment: 5 December, 2005	64 comments written
"We apologise for the inconvenience", to be precise.
Grognor	May 3, 2007 08:40
First comment: 4 April, 2007	1161 comments written
What? NOOOOOOOOOooooooooo~!
L	May 3, 2007 09:00
First comment: 10 February, 2005	285 comments written
For those who didn't get the joke: This is a significant spoiler for the ending of "So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish." If you haven't read this book yet, forget this comic immediately.
Kira	May 3, 2007 09:10
First comment: 3 May, 2007	1 comments written
Your comment didn't really tell anything about the joke, except for the fact that now everyone knows the spoiler. Jerk.
Fathead	May 3, 2007 17:44
First comment: 1 April, 2006	1136 comments written
Sheesh, it's not as if the joke hasn't been spoiled several times already.
Rose	May 3, 2007 22:25
First comment: 3 July, 2006	79 comments written
Actually, that line is used very early on in the first chapter of Hitchhiker's Guide"Rincewind!" Twoflower sprang off the bed. The wizard jumped back, wrenching his features into a smile. "My dear chap, right on time! We'll just have lunch, and then I'm sure you've got a wonderful programme lined up for this afternoon!" "Er --" "That's great!" Rincewind took a deep breath. "Look," he said desperately, "let's eat somewhere else. There's been a bit of a fight down below." "A tavern brawl? Why didn't you wake me up?" "Well, you see, I - _what_?" "I thought I made myself clear this morning, Rincewind. I want to see genuine Morporkian life - the slave market, the Whore Pits, the Temple of Small Gods, the Beggar's Guild... and a genuine tavern brawl." A faint note of suspicion entered Twoflower's voice. "You _do_ have them, don't you? You know, people swinging on chandeliers, swordfights over the table, the sort of thing Hrun the Barbarian and the Weasel are always getting involved in. You know -- _excitement_." [ The Colour of Magic, by Terry Pratchett ] 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. to the Galaxy. Hardly a spoiler. Here's one: They weren't really sorry.
Slowpoke	May 4, 2007 01:34
First comment: 27 February, 2007	239 comments written
Kira, I suggest you log off of teh intarwebs right away lest someone spoil the surprise at the end of Soylent Green, Crying Game, and Citizen Kane for you. Heh, and Darth Vader is really Lu--- <muffle> <drag> <struggle> - help, someone is murdering me! <thud> OMG, the butler did it. <crumple>
Sappho	September 11, 2007 00:38
First comment: 6 September, 2007	15 comments written
...Any particular reason why the letter assigned to the 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. of mail changes from l to r? Or is that some part of the joke that went over my head?
Kernigh	January 14, 2008 03:23
First comment: 6 April, 2005	349 comments written
The letter is 'l', but Dudley uses the 'r' command to read the 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..

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