Dudley's dungeon -- Thursday, 3 April, 2008

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Wonderer	April 3, 2008 03:33
First comment: 22 March, 2007	106 comments written
I can't find my way out of this comment box!
Nameless	April 3, 2008 04:22
First comment: 29 December, 2004	281 comments written
Reminds me of http://xkcd.com/10/ Okay, that probably says more about me than it does this comic.
Mordae	April 3, 2008 14:24
First comment: 11 May, 2007	116 comments written
Dudley needs to stop quaffing those !Booze and !Hallucination...
T-Jack	April 3, 2008 15:08
First comment: 16 March, 2008	52 comments written
Heh, this one cracked me up. But why did it remind me of "Help I'm Being Held PrisonerWhere am I? In the Village. What do you want? Information. Whose side are you on? That would be telling. We want information ... information ... You won't get it. By hook or by crook, we will. Who are you? The new Number 2. Who is Number 1? You are Number 6. I am not a number! I am a free man! [ The Prisoner, by Patrick McGoohan ] 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."?
Xero Storm	April 3, 2008 18:39
First comment: 24 February, 2008	32 comments written
The original version of this bit actually involved "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. labled YROTCAF NOEGNUD A NI DEPPART M'I PLEH" I think I made the right choice this time, don't you?
zem	April 3, 2008 19:05
First comment: 5 December, 2005	64 comments written
#untrap
gneek	April 3, 2008 19:08
First comment: 18 January, 2008	159 comments written
So that's where they all come from...
Nameless	April 4, 2008 01:47
First comment: 29 December, 2004	281 comments written
HelP i'M TypINg oN a MonSTeR FaCTOrY!
Wellan	April 4, 2008 02:53
First comment: 27 November, 2007	247 comments written
Cute. It must have taken some time to get the monsters to line up like that.
T-Jack	April 4, 2008 17:50
First comment: 16 March, 2008	52 comments written
Why? It's a monster factory, maybe he's just created them like that...
Slowpoke	April 6, 2008 21:49
First comment: 27 February, 2007	239 comments written
Start a million monster factories and soon you will have the collected works of ShakEspe4rR.RRRRrReEF.cm.vYSi.PjW

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