Making all orcs poison resistant should be easy enough to implement in the game Only have to change one property in the code.
Before he could explore the full level he found a trap door the hard way and wound up in Izchak's lighting store. One of the ideas I had for Izchak's lighting store is to give a slender random chance for the store to be generated with potions of oil. Izchak sells oil and magic lamps, the former need oil and why wouldn't he sell oil? A character class which starts out with an oil lamp in their inventory always knows the identity of potions of oil.
Potions of oil are among the easiest potions to identify because they're the only potion which can be applied by the player. Upon application they will give off a dim light. Another nice thing is throwing a lit potion of oil is like a molotov cocktail. An idea I think would be neat for NetHack is dipping a mummy wrapping into a potion of booze would create a molotov cocktail.
Anyway I've strayed off the subject. Minetown was a bit of a disappointment, the tool shop wasn't generated and the general store had a meager selection of items and insult to injury the temple is not aligned to Set. Grunt was surprised by a black light causing him to begin hallucinating and hid out inside a general store where he sold of Sting and Orcrist.
Hopefully the next two levels of the Gnomish Mines will have the tools I always deem necessary for playing NetHack.
We pledged allegiance to the Republic of the United States of America. Nine people from my district appeared at the caucus. One of them, a kid, left after the Presidential straw poll. The person I voted for ended up winning five votes, two people that I would not have voted for received two votes each. To be honest I don't know if I should discuss who won or didn't win.
In retrospect I'm realizing I should've marked down the kid left and that one resolution had an abstaining vote. I was the only one to propose a resolution which was the decriminalization of the possession of an ounce of marijuana. Three voted for the measure, four voted against and one abstention. Damn, if the kid stayed I'm sure it would've been a tie at least which would've proved to be interesting.
Hopefully in two years I hope the caucus process will be hammered out for everyone who votes in the elections because this thing was a bear. Jaybird went to the one for the Democrats and I have yet to read his observations and opinions of the process.
One surprise was being congratulated and thanked for being on the Republican side and bringing up the motion for the decriminalization of one ounce of marijuana. My arguments were simple because marijuana doesn't make people violent and there are, unsubstantiated, medical benefits associated with its use. Finally I said the state can tax it and generate more revnue through taxes rather than through tickets and fines.
Of course this will be followed by put on trial for fucking up being the caucus secretary for my district.
Right after writing down last night's dream.
The funeral wasn't for anyone I was acquainted with in waking life or in dreams. The affair was held at the small building which houses my hometown's Department of Motor Vehicles right next door to the public library. Ushers informed me that the ceremony was being held in the basement conservatory. I was surprised to find glass walls and ceilings in a basement. Since it was night time I don't know if the windows looked out to bare earth or if there was open space beyond the glass. An old black man with dark skin and a white halo of hair lay in his Sunday best. Everyone was respectful with some sniffling and whispering among the gathered mourners who I could not discern among the crowd. A very large lady was wearing a bright green and pink dress with a wide brimmed hat bearing large, garish silk flowers. I gathered she was the widow.
Being true to my avoidant nature I went back upstairs without paying respects to the deceased or the survivors. My next stop was the subway where I had an idea to pull a joke on someone by taking the subway. The train never arrived and I waited at the platform for hours on end. If you thought my dreams were boring already, waiting in a dream is even duller than one can believe.
Defeated I went back to the parking lot to drive home. I'm unsure if home was my parents's home or returning to Colorado. My ride is the beat up rust-red late seventies or early eighties Duster that Jill Vardalis drove around in. Shit, I still kick myself for not going the distance that one warm July night when we were going to set off fireworks. The car has no fucking brakes and the steering sucks ass. I can't get anywhere and the situation is made worse because of the snow which decided to start falling a half hour before returning to the parking lot. So I'm desperately trying not to cause another funeral. Long story short, I'm successful and abandon the car at the end of the parking lot.
Leaving the car meant that I was entering the area of the funeral home once more. Shambling through the snow is the deceased who is staring down at his regulation tattered suit. Funeral homes always reanimate the corpses to stalk the night because it saves on burial costs. I spot him and start running and much to my horror he starts running after me. Ohshi-, it's a fast zombie.
I wake up.
I go back to sleep.
Now I'm at work. Lights are dim, the walls are vomit orange rather than being urine yellow. It's another work day at Usury, Inc.. maribou comes in wearing the uniform of a duly authorized agent of the Republic of the United States of America's Postal Service. She comes over to me and shows off that her mailsack has a handful of small potatoes, some scratch paper and a note. She whispers, "I'm sneaking in here to tell you I got your email. This paper will tell you where to go to the caucus!" Man, I was relieved because I was afraid she would get stressed out by emailing her using my pastiche of Dr. John Zoidberg, A Medical Corporation, to word my inquiry and having her think I was being rude or annoying to her.
