: As I've mentioned a few times, this is something of an ideal, expanding our
: (and especially my) rather verbose Tour of Duty posts into illustrated
: tomes of knowledge.
: I've been working on this level as a starting point (where better!?), and
: have come up with http://1drv.ms/1L8ims6 . I still have some formatting
: work to do, and will try to improve pagination, plus a lot of the terminal
: pics still have green bars, seeing as I screen-capped them from the Story
: page zoomed in :), but I wanted to get it out there for thoughts!
: And I'm sure there will be some. I'm sure my collection of pictures are not
: what you all might have included for the level lol, and I am intending to
: address some of the discussion that ensued by adding to the body; I
: already did for the bit about friendly BoBs on Hang Brain. I didn't recall
: reading that at the time, and I'm still surprised. That process will of
: course give credit where it is due, but really, the whole damn thing
: stands on the shoulders of giants, eh.
There's one bit in the Infinity manual that no one ever seems to comment on, but which always puzzled me:
"And you delivered yourself from your 'service' to Durandal, the rampant A.I. whose taste for irony is second only to his unpredictability. Durandal, who at last sighting left to tool around the galaxy in a newly rechristened Pfhor vessel with a crew of S'pht comrades."
We delivered ourself from Durandal? When did that happen? Did we somehow will the W'rkncacnter into existence?
