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Leetahkin
08-02-2005, 06:10 AM
*** Host Gervis is here to answer your assist. ***

Gervis joins your group.
Gervis whispers, "Hello, Entress. I am GameHost Gervis...how may I help you, today?"

**I was "sleeping"**

You blink.

You softly say, "Sorry."

You clear your throat.
Gervis grins at you.

You see GameHost Gervis Parkovitch.
He appears to be a Dwarf.
He appears to be in his second childhood. He has grey eyes and black skin. He has long, white hair. He has a long beard.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a masterfully carved diamond pin, a crumpled leather hat, some gak skin britches, a weathered caribou robe drawn at the waist with a length of frayed cord, a linen pouch, some scuffed leather sandals, a tarnished copper medallion engraved with the words "GameHost Gervis Parkovitch", a gold star, an ale-stained hip satchel, and an indigo glaesine orb.
Gervis says, "Evening."

You blush a off-pink shade at Gervis.

You softly say, "Hi, it's been a rough one."

You feel the blood drain from your face.

Gervis says, "Need another drink then."

Gervis grunts and hiccups, weaving slightly.
You chortle.
Gervis ducks his head.

You softly exclaim, "I need my first yet!"

You softly ask, "Can you make one.. appear?"

You lean forward.
Gervis says, "Sorry, dwarven humor."
Gervis shakes his head.

You snap your fingers.
Gervis says, "Not allowed to drink on duty."
Gervis hiccups!

You softly exclaim, "For me!"

Gervis clasps his hand over his mouth.
You whine at Gervis.

You softly say, "And if you haven't had any, well..."

You chortle softly at some secret joke.

You touch one finger to your lips.
Gervis says, "So, besides a drink, how might I help tonight."

You softly ask, "Do you guys know of the stormfront thought window bug?"
Gervis asks, "Nope, but can you tell me about it?"

You softly ask, "The one when you try to copy from it, it gives a nasty runtime error and kills the screen?"
Gervis says, "At least I don't."
Gervis ducks his head.

You grin at Gervis.

You softly say, "It started when the time stamp was implemented."

You softly say, "I have my thought window separate."
Gervis nods to you.

You softly say, "If I try to copy from it, it throws up a runtime error."

**edited me pasting something I previously copied which scrolled my screen tremendously**

You softly say, "Eep."
You cough.

You softly ask, "Did any of that show?"

You blink.
Gervis asks, "Any of what?"

You softly say, "Okay, good."

You feel your face flush to the tops of your ears.
Gervis looks rather confused.
Gervis squints at you.

You softly say, "I did a paste accidentaly, and my screen scrolled for a minute."

Gervis says, "Nope, ah didn't see nuttin."

You mime raising a glass and give a toast to your health.

You flail your arms about.

You nod.
Gervis says, "And yes, I have done that more then once myself."

You grin.

You softly say, "So, I had some really nasty thoughts sent my way, and wanted to copy them."
Gervis says, "Its only when your talking that you get in trouble."

You softly say, "But alas, when I tried to, poof."

Gervis nods.
You agree with Gervis.
Gervis asks, "Did you BUG the problem?"

You softly say, "Umm, no. I'm really new to assisting and reporting, and such."
Gervis says, "Type BUG."

You blink.
Gervis says, "BUG Stormfront:Thought window Bug;Text......"
Gervis says, "Oops."
Gervis says, "BUG Stormfront;Thought window Bug;Text......"

You softly ask, "Oh, gotcha. Is there a way to get back those nasty thoughts?"
Gervis says, "That's better."

You grin at Gervis.

Gervis says, "If you log your play, they will be in your logs, but other then that, I would just type them out since you are having a problem."
Gervis says, "I have not had the pleasure of experimenting with SF."
Gervis says, "I guess I'm too old school."

You softly say, "The screen shut down when I tried to copy, so it's gone. I only log my story window, not my thought window."
Gervis ducks his head.

You grin at Gervis.

You softly say, "I left for a few years, when I came back Stormfront was a godsend with getting me back in the game."

You softly say, "I can't seem to go back to Wizard again."
Gervis says, "Check the logs, as I believe the logs log everything."
Gervis nods to you.

Gervis says, "If I was forced into it like that, I am sure I would love it."

You softly say, "I will check, but I'm pretty sure it didn't."

You nod to Gervis.
Gervis says, "Like a cat with water, it stays away, yet cats are some of the best swimming animals."

You grin at Gervis.

You softly say, "Well, I'm sending the bug report."

Thought window bug
Submitted bug "Thought window bug" to play.net's bug tracking database under category "StormFront" with these details:
"After the timestamp was implemented, whenever I try to copy anything from the thought window, it brings up a runtime error... and then closes stormfront."
Gervis says, "Thanks, that's great."

You softly say, "I guess that was all the questions I had."
Gervis says, "You might also post on the Boards, under StormFront."

You softly say, "I have."

You softly say, "Though I haven't checked it after I posted a few weeks ago."
Gervis says, "Hope the thoughts are in the log for you."

You smile.

You softly say, "Thanks."

Gervis says, "But since I don't play the SF, I cannot say for certain."

You nod to Gervis.

Speaking softly to Gervis, you ask, "Watch that hidden drinking problem, eh?"

>waggle gerv
That probably isn't such a good idea.
Gervis says, "I know in Wizard, logs get everything, including players entering and leaving the game."
Gervis asks, "Hidden drinking problem?"
Gervis asks, "Me?"
Gervis belches drunkenly, a goofy smile plastered on his face.
Gervis clasps his hand over his mouth.

You softly say, "With this one, you have to specifically tell each window to log."

You giggle at Gervis.
Gervis asks, "Would you believe hangover?"
Gervis ducks his head.

You laugh out loud!

You softly say, "You should get into trouble for flying with an open container."

You attempt to hum a merry little tune.

You nod to Gervis.
Gervis ponders.
Gervis asks, "Open container?"

You elbow Gervis in the ribs in a playful sort of way.

You softly say, "Come on, I'm sure you have one hidden."

Gervis says, "It all in me, not in an open container."
Gervis clasps his hand over his mouth.

You cackle at Gervis.

You softly say, "Busted."

You chortle softly at some secret joke.

You softly ask, "What would happen if I tried to steal from a GameHost?"

You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.
Gervis gulps.

You whistle tunelessly to yourself, remembering days past.

Entress (at level 43), your current skill bonuses and ranks (including all modifiers) are:

Skill Name | Current Current
| Bonus Ranks
Armor Use..........................| 134 37
Shield Use.........................| 132 36
Combat Maneuvers...................| 146 46
Edged Weapons......................| 190 90
Ambush.............................| 179 79
Physical Fitness...................| 183 83
Dodging............................| 186 86
Arcane Symbols.....................| 62 13
Magic Item Use.....................| 58 12
Harness Power......................| 20 4
Disarming Traps....................| 208 108
Picking Locks......................| 208 108
Stalking and Hiding................| 208 108
Perception.........................| 200 100
Climbing...........................| 99 23
Swimming...........................| 62 13

Spell Lists
Minor Elemental....................| 4
(Use SKILLS BASE to display unmodified ranks and goals)

Your 30 day migration period will begin when you choose to degrade a skill.

Further information can be found in the FAQs.

**Oh look, not trained in stealing**

Gervis exclaims, "I Capitol offense!"

You cower away from Gervis.
Gervis says, "We would have to throw the book at you."
Gervis removes a thick dog-eared manual from in his hip satchel.

Gervis lightly drums his fingers over the surface of his dog-eared manual, seemingly lost in thought.
You grin at Gervis.

You softly say, "Gads, a cold cell, with a book to read."

You close your eyes for a moment.

You shudder.
Gervis just opened a thick dog-eared manual.
Gervis opens his dog-eared manual and begins to examine it. After reading from it for a moment, he blinks at it and slams it shut while muttering, "This MUST be orc..."
Gervis stares at the manual in his hand.

You clasp a hand over your mouth.

You chortle.
Gervis asks, "Ok, anything else I can help you with?"
Gervis says, "Since I can't get you a drink, nor solve your BUG."

You softly say, "Nah, it's time for me to curl up somewhere around here for a long nap."

You laugh at Gervis!

You snap your fingers.

You softly say, "I just can't win tonight."
Gervis shows you a thick dog-eared manual, which he is holding in his right hand. Scrawled across the surface of this thick manual are the words, "The Art of Persuasion." A subtitle underneath it reads, "Or, How to Appear Like You Know What You're Talking About When You Don't Have a Bloody Clue."
Gervis says, "There, that will brighten your day."

You laugh at Gervis!

You softly say, "That's awesome."

You softly say, "That helped."

You nod.

You grin at Gervis.
Gervis says, "Good luck in the BUG, and hopefully the other problems go away as well."

You softly say, "Thanks much."

You curtsy to Gervis.

Gervis waves to you.

You wave to Gervis.
Gervis grunts in farewell.

You duck your head.
Gervis vanishes in a puff of smoke!