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this is frustrating!

This is fierce!

Ne kapiram šta bi trebalo da radim!

Astoundingly, a bulldozer pokes through your wall. However, you have no time for surprise because the ceiling is collapsing on you as your home is unexpectedly demolished to make way for a new bypass. You are seriously injured in the process, but on your way to the hospital a fleet of Vogon Constructor ships unexpectedly arrives and demolishes the Earth to make way for a new hyperspace bypass.

i guess i failed

"> jerk off
I don't know the word "jerk".
> lick mr prossers anus
I don't know the word "anus".
> fuck mr prosser
I don't know the word "fuck".
> blow mr prosser
I don't know the word "blow"."


pa kakva je ovo igrica pobogu?

get up

turn the light on

i tako dalje

dosadno

Your score is 0 of a possible 400, in 19 turns.

a bre.


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You make your way down to the front porch.

Front Porch
This is the enclosed front porch of your home. Your front garden lies to the south, and you can re-enter your home to the north.
On the doormat is a pile of junk mail.

Astoundingly, a bulldozer pokes through your wall. However, you have no time for surprise because the ceiling is collapsing on you as your home is unexpectedly demolished to make way for a new bypass. You are seriously injured in the process, but on your way to the hospital a fleet of Vogon Constructor ships unexpectedly arrives and demolishes the Earth to make way for a new hyperspace bypass.

Better luck next life.

We are about to give you your score. Put on your peril-sensitive sunglasses now. (Hit RETURN or ENTER when ready.)
>

Your score is 10 of a possible 400, in 19 turns.

sta da radim sa jebenim buldozerom?

nece legne ispred, nece nista.

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frustrating.

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EDIT - STOP the jebeni buldozer.

meni nije dosadno, ali je skroz frustrating.

> get up
The bulldozer driver gives a quick chew of his gum and slams in the clutch. The bulldozer piles into the side of your home.

Your home collapses in a cloud of dust, and a stray flying brick hits you squarely on the back of the head. You try to think of some suitable last words, but what with the confusion of the moment and the spinning of your head, you are unable to compose anything pithy and expire in silence.

> follow ford
You keep out of this, you're dead. An ambulance arrives.



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jbg, kad ni ne citam

no hints, mate!

im keeping out, im dead ,)