That is my idea..
My reasons?
Isn't it easy to turn a backpack upside down and dump it out? Given that it is open.
But if it is possible.. with out re-writing the mud.
I would also like to see a Pour pack 2.pack
Which I would see as
Plain, normal-colored PC dumps out the spiffy backpack into the ultrabig pack.
Perhaps a dump command instead of a pour?
What is everyone else's view on this?
Dear god, what I would give for an 'empty' command...
It would be much nicer to see:
The man empties a plain cloth bag into a large wooden chest.
Instead of...
The man gets a rock from a plain cloth bag.
The man gets a rock from a plain cloth bag.
The man gets a rock from a plain cloth bag.
The man gets a rock from a plain cloth bag.
The man gets a rock from a plain cloth bag.
The man gets a rock from a plain cloth bag.
The man puts a rock into a large wooden chest.
The man puts a rock into a large wooden chest.
The man puts a rock into a large wooden chest.
The man puts a rock into a large wooden chest.
The man puts a rock into a large wooden chest.
The man puts a rock into a large wooden chest.
The man gets a rock from a plain cloth bag.
The man gets a rock from a plain cloth bag.
The man gets a rock from a plain cloth bag.
The man gets a rock from a plain cloth bag.
The man gets a rock from a plain cloth bag.
The man gets a rock from a plain cloth bag.
The man puts a rock into a large wooden chest.
The man puts a rock into a large wooden chest.
The man puts a rock into a large wooden chest.
The man puts a rock into a large wooden chest.
The man puts a rock into a large wooden chest.
The man puts a rock into a large wooden chest.
So... yeah. ;)
Well.. what sparked the idea.. is this.. I didn't even get to use !
Get gloves chest
get ring chest
get helmet chest
and so on.. I had to move like twenty items with defferent keywords.. Very fun.. and spammed the hell out of anyone else in the room..
I'm for it.
Anything to reduce spam, I say.
Anyone else for or against this?
Certainly I'm for it.
*shouting something, Northlander swings his arms up above his head with his fingers clasped around a club and his eyes intent on the flying golf-ball*
I like the idea, and would extend it so that you could use it without a second argument, i.e. "empty <contatiner>" would dump the contents of <container> into the room.
A massive throne room [W]
This room is grand, the ceiling rising to awesome heights. The floor is
made of well-polished and well-cared for baobab wood, and in the
center is etched, in red and golden hues, a massive engraving of the
Sun. THere are no decorations, other than the elaborate scenes of
Tuluki war victories and daily life. Set against the eastern wall, a
massive throne rises, crafted of ivory and embellished with the head
of a powerful, noble-faced man at the cusp of each armrest. The entire
room is designed, as it is, to attune all attention towards this massive throne.
The thick figure in a crimson, white-trimmed, sun-emblazoned silk
cloak sits here on a massive ivory throne.
The hulking, violent-eyed templar stands here to the left of a massive
throne.
The lithe, golden-eyed templar stands here to the right of a massive
throne.
em bows his head, remaining thusly and stock still
The short, thick-armed man bows his head, remaining thusly and stock
still.
Motioning with a silk-gloved hand, the thick figure in a crimson, white-
trimmed, sun-emblazoned silk cloak says, in sirihish:
"You may come closer, Balsam of Tuluk. Let me see what you have
for me."
say (the words barely slipping from his nerve-tensed lips as he
shuffles forward two steps, his head still bowed, the fire-red strands of
his hair falling down to nearly cover his face) Yes, Radiance.
The words barely slipping from his nerve-tensed lips as he shuffles
forward two steps, his head still bowed, the fire-red strands of his hair
falling down to nearly cover his face, you say, in sirishish: "Yes,
Radiance."
em reachs back without looking to tug a sack from ~massive
The short, thick-armed man reachs back without looking to tug a sack
from a massive, crimson and white trimmed backpack.
empty bag
You empty the contents of a bloody large canvas bag out onto the floor.
l room
A massive throne room [W]
This room is grand, the ceiling rising to awesome heights. The floor is
made of well-polished and well-cared for baobab wood, and in the
center is etched, in red and golden hues, a massive engraving of the
Sun. THere are no decorations, other than the elaborate scenes of
Tuluki war victories and daily life. Set against the eastern wall, a
massive throne rises, crafted of ivory and embellished with the head
of a powerful, noble-faced man at the cusp of each armrest. The entire
room is designed, as it is, to attune all attention towards this massive throne.
The thick figure in a crimson, white-trimmed, sun-emblazoned silk
cloak sits here on a massive ivory throne.
The hulking, violent-eyed templar stands here to the left of a massive
throne.
The lithe, golden-eyed templar stands here to the right of a massive
throne.
The head of a grey-eyed, broad-shouldered Allanaki Templar lies here.
The head of the yellow-haired, dark-skinned Allanaki Templar lies here.
The head of the young, wiry Allanaki Templar lies here.
Many heads of the rugged, scarred Allanki Templar lie here.
The head of the ancient, lizard-eyed man lies here.
Smiling and rising from a massive ivory throne, taking powerful,
youthful steps towards the head of the ancient, lizard-eyed man, the
thick figure in a crimson, white-trimmed, sun-emblazoned silk cloak
says, in sirishish:
"Well down, citizen. The Faithful Templar Shaleah will give you the
reward you deserve. Templar Shaleah, the crimson-embellished steel
suit of armor in the northern display room will be his.
The thick figure in a crimson, white-trimmed, sun-emblazoned silk
cloak gets the head of the ancient, lizard-eyed man.
think Whoa!
You think: "Whoa!"
The thick figure in a crimson, white-trimmed, sun-emblazoned silk cloak
glances at you and smiles very faintly before looking back to his head of
the ancient, lizard-eyed man.
Turning his head of the ancient, lizard-eyed man about in his strong
hands, staring the morbid prize in its lifeless, slit-pupiled orbs, the thick
figure in a crimson, white-trimmed, sun-emblazoned silk cloak says, in
sirihish:
"Tektolnes."
think Whoa!
You think: "Whoa!"
You walk into Allanak and are stopped by a couple guards and their templar.
Looking down at the bag you are carrying, The big, bulky templar,in sirihish: "Empty that bag! You filthy scum, kank-whoreish, little twirp!"
empty bag
You dump out the sturdy canvas bag onto the street.
l
Allanak city gates
(Briefmode)
There are many clumps of black spice here.
There are many clumps of brown spice here.
There are many clumps of purple spice here.
There are many wooden pipes here.
His blueish orbs widening and his jaw dropping, The big, bulky templar says to you, in sirihish: "Is this yours?"
Tell templer (Casting a relieved sigh and bobbing his head inside his hood) Well, That does depend on which way you want to kill me.. You could let me go, and I could take my spice to the 'rinth.. or You can make me smoke it all...
I think we get the idea...anyone else want to say yay or nay to the idea?