THY DUNGEONMAN II: NOW WITH MORE YE FLASKS THAN EVER! (under new parserment)

Ye havest an INSATIABLE URGE to eat KING HENRY THE EIGHTH. Dost thou mean the KING or the SHAKESPEARE PLAY?

Ye findeth the urge within thee to eat a DEAD KING and a SHAKESPEAREAN PLAY. Ye now havest a QUEST. Go NORTH, goeth SOUTH, or go 2 DZHERZHINSKIY SQUARE?

>GO DZHERZHINSKIY SQUARE_

(I know, I know, it's not a cool image, but the image service has been breaking up on me today.)

Ye reacheth NUMBER TWO DZHERZHINSKIY SQUARE, the HOME OF THE KGB. Ye approacheth LEERILY. KGB MINIONS captureth thee and knocketh thee out.

[PRESS ENTER]

Ye findeth thyself in a JAIL CELL. Ye are to be SHOT AT DAWN. Obvious exits are NOWHERE. Ye haveth NOTHING in thy INVENTORY except a PUMPKIN. There iseth a FOUNTAIN PEN on the GROUND and a VIAL OF STALE COFFEE on a CHAIR. What wouldst thou deau?

>CUT TO THE CHASE AND DANCE, BROTHER!_

Ye DANCETH. A KGB MINION glareth at thee and throweth a PEANUT at thy head. What wouldst thou deau?

(Images are back! Yaaaaaaaaaay!)

Ye eateth the PEANUT. It hurts.

Ye WRITHETH in AGONY. Ye should never take a PEANUT from a RUSSIAN PRISON GUARD. Or something.

Ye eateth of the AGONY. The KGB MINION stareth at thee QUIZZICALLY and remindeth thee that thou art to be shot at DAWN. Ye looketh at the clock and findeth that it beeth FIFTEEN MINUTES TO DAWN. What wouldst thou deau?

>DO A LITTLE DANCE...MAKE A LITTLE LOVE...GET DOWN TONIGHT! (WOO!) GET DOWN TONIGHT!

Ye danceth away the last 15 minuets of your life. Ye don't realize how long ye have been dancing, until it is to late. If you just didn't procrastinate, you prolly would have found a way to escape. You Dead!

Play Again? [Y/N]

N

Ye killeth yerself before anything even happens. "Y" is automaticly chosen for you

Ye find yeself in yon OFFICE. There is yon DESK, yon WINDOW, and yon KEY. Ye remember little besides your own name. Hey, what is thy name?

>Sir Dungeonm'n

*sigh* Okay fine Clever Dan. Anywho, lets not forget our current situation. Ye find yeself in yon OFFICE. There is yon DESK, yon WINDOW, and yon KEY. Ye spies a PUMPKIN. What woulds thou deau?

>Be the imp_

Ye can't be yon imp. Yon VIM and IMAGINATION are to low. Considering they won't play a part in the game, and there's no way to increase them, ye should prolly just forget it.

Anywho, a office

>Stick head out window. Unplug while doing so_

>Do whatever that hoopy frood STRONG VADER aka STRIDER aka SCHIDES SCHONDELS aka PAQUEL MANOVITCH aka DAVE F-ING OWNS says_

>SV says, grab a towel_

Hey, um, Uzi



As you can tell by this picture, your images periodicly don't load for me. If you could, could you perchance also have a typed out versian of it? (This happenes periodicly with all the images on the site, for me)

Yeah Uzi, why don't you just use text. If I go here on my laptop it takes around three minutes to load each post.