Throw the axe at the dwarf.
YOU FELL INTO A PIT AND BROKE EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY!
NOW YOU’VE REALLY DONE IT! I’M OUT OF ORANGE SMOKE! YOU DON’T EXPECT
ME TO DO A DECENT REINCARNATION WITHOUT ANY ORANGE SMOKE, DO YOU?
OKAY, IF YOU’RE SO SMART, DO IT YOURSELF! I’M LEAVING!
and, of course: PLOVER
I had a friend who had one of those in his families basement. He was the only guy I knew who had access to something like that. That would have been early 70s.
You kids are spoiled. In my day it took half an hour to load a game from a cassette, and that’s assuming no physical problems with the tape.
Oh yeah, I had a TRS-80 with a tape drive, and I loved that thing like a fat kid loves candy because I could store all the dumb little programs I would write. In fact some nights, when the wind is just right, I could swear I hear the sound of a program loading from tape …
I’ve seen one of those. We had a guy who worked servers for years at my last site that liked to talk about cards, and of course know one would know what he was talking about and would pull his stash out to watch everyone look at them in wonder.
I miss him. He went into retirement. I hear he biked across two states or so for fun.
My local bank had a mainframe in the basement. We would visit from the Elementary school each year. They would show us a tape drive and then print out a big ASCII art Snoopy. They never let us keep it though. Bastards.
I had a history teacher freshman year of highschool bring one in and he knew how to use it. I don’t remember much more than that.
You could still buy these from variety stores back in the 70s, built in Japan out of cheap tin (stylus, too).
Bang paths have come up before, but here’s a nice real example header from the original proposal for the world-wide web:
From mcvax!uunet!pyrdc!pyrnj!rutgers!bellcore!geppetto!duncan Thu Mar… Article 93 of alt.hypertext: Path: cernvax!mcvax!uunet!pyrdc!pyrnj!rutgers!bellcore!geppetto!duncan >
I never knew that was a thing. I do remember going to a local JC and being surprised that they still were teaching with punch cards when at the time my job had a Burroughs with a large disk drive.
I had a friend with a TRS-80, tape cassette, and a really incredibly fucking cool (to my 7-8 year old eyes) early roguelike type game. We got to play it once or twice. Because he had twee little hippie parents, and we always had to fucking go outside and play in nature. I’m not joking, by the way. It wasn’t just ordinary parents who didn’t want us in the house. They were hippies, and named their kids hippie names like “Skyfellow.” He was a good friend.
It was torture. Knowing that thing was in there. And being stuck in their back yard, day after day, wondering what the fuck we were supposed to do with a bunch of dirt, grass, and trees.
Temple of Apshai?
Hippie parents were the goddamn bane of every budding 2nd gen computer nerd. Unless, of course, the were technohippies who like surfed the 'Well and stuff.
Source: had hippy parents who thought all that time on my 64 would warp me. WELL LOOKIT ME NOW MA