@ the Helm

I guess I should post a comment first to make sure the are working. Seems we need to tweak our CSS sooner than later. If people are curious what the heck makes this thing fly go here.

Cheers!

Looks great, Jeff!

Requiring email addresses is teh suxxor.

It's been adjusted so you can stop your suxxoring D! ;)

Excellent. Now I don't have to randomly enter a single character in that field to randomly spam this site.

BAH! BAH! I say. When I enter things between < and > they don't show up. I had a whole paragraph mocking text adventure games. The brilliance of it was enough to strike J blind, and now, it is lost to the ages.

Oh yeah, as a dev I have to deal with all the ways that people use technology incorrectly (and it ain't fun). Nowhere does it say that you can use any tags except for the ones provided by the buttons. Typically, that is also a security risk...the old version may have allowed it...this one ain't gonna let it happen.

I think J needs his eyesight so it's probably a good think it blanked it out on you.

< I will defeat your technological know-how! >

< You are in a small white room. There are doors to the west and north. You see a small table. You hear echoes of evil laughter in the distance. What do you do? >
< ?: x table >
< The table has four legs. It is small. It scurries from the room when you look at it closely. >
< ?: n >
< You go north. You are in a small white room. There are doors to the west and north. You see a small table. You hear echoes of evil laughter in the distance. What do you do? >
< ?: x table >
< The table has four legs. It is small. It attacks you when you look at it closely, stepping on your feet. >
< ?: smash table >
< Smash is not a viable command >
< ?: fight table >
< You fight with the table, until it crushes your pinky toe. The pain is intense and the table is circling you in a predatory manner. What do you do? >
< ?: n >
< You go north. You are in a small white room. There are doors to the west and north. You see a small table. You hear echoes of evil laughter in the distance. The table crushes your other pinky toe. What do you do? >
< ?: panic >
< You have been killed by a small table. >

HA HA HA HA!

ow!

oh i'm tearing up, stop please...

Fear the table, J, fear the table.

This version isn't as amusing, even to me. Ah well...

Personally, I'm getting a little non-plussed. Out of the kindness of my heart I help people out only to end up being ridiculed...

I'm only ridiculing J, really. My responses to your comments are limited by the fact I have absolutely no comprehension of the issues you actually address. So I'll apolgoize for any random ridicule that misses J and hits you.

Fear the table!