I always feel weird telling people about stuff I write. Most times I'm just happy to write.
With the advice of one person from r.g.r.n. I tried writing it a different way and it still gave the same error. Appears that I'm missing a curly brace somewhere but I'm not putting it in the right place. Thing is that trying to write code feels more like monkey-see, monkey-do rather than actually understanding what I'm writing like I'm a member of some computer cargo cult.
I know I can figure this out. Right now it's very late (11:49 p.m. MST on Saturday), I'm a bit tired and probably can not think straight.
Who knows what Sunday will bring.
Yet I'd die an even happier man if I was able to write my Enhanced Zombie Patch for NetHack that introduces flaming zombies, zombie sounds, the vorpal artifact polearm vs. undead, players to rise again as zombies in bones files, brains to tame zombies and pacify mind flayers.
Heaven only knows if the long-slumbering and eerily silent DevTeam would deign to include my humble code within the hallowed spaghetti which is the NetHack source ensuring my immortality alongside Izchak Miller.
Even if the acknowledgement of my contribution is simply the well-known pseudonym of Haakon Studebaker.
Oh please China, don't sell off the debt you so honorably purchased from my husband! We will print as many ameros that you desire so every one of the rooms in the forbidden city is full of the portraits of dead presidents and patriots! We super-dee-duper promise to look the other way while you do things that George W. Bush had wet dreams about inflicting upon his subjects!
I was Spider-Man and partnered with Colossus. For those of you playing along at home, Colossus is a Russian guy who can turn his skin into steel. Well circumstances had us trapped in a cage underneath a mountain which only served to piss him off. In my dream becoming angry means someone becomes The Incredible Hulk. Now if the Hulk gets really angry he becomes the red Hulk. Non sequitor follows.
Now I'm running around a rural area. A few tall cliffs border the valley, dry brown fields of crops which butt up against forests. I reached an abandoned farm and discovered a portal gun. Spent most of my time firing it at weird places. Eventually I fell through a blue portal and found myself under the mountain again.
This time I was supposed to be in the cage. Hulk was in a cage and was shouting about being furious at his incarceration. Adamantine bars were the only thing between myself and Banner. Each one of his punches resounded through the small chamber and I could see the fury behind his eyes.
I began to ice over and repeat "ohshit" to myself waiting for the inevitable.
