Not panicking...The Hitchhiker movie is out in North American theatres; which means I have to wait a whole 2 months before one of the local TV stations airs a bootleg copy. In the meantime I'm still trying to beat that infernal game, with predictable results.
> walk south
The road runs from your home, to the north, toward the village Pub, to the west.
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.
>like hell i did
You keep out of this, you're dead. An ambulance arrives.
> i'm not, i'm off to the pub
You keep out of this, you're dead and should be concentrating on developing a good firm rigor mortis. You are put in the ambulance, which drives away.
For a dead person you are talking too much. As the ambulance reaches the mortuary a fleet of Vogon Constructor ships unexpectedly arrives and demolishes the Earth to make way for a new hyperspace bypass.
We are about to give you your score. Put on your peril-sensitive sunglasses now. (Hit RETURN or ENTER when ready.)
For speedy death by air borne brick clickez ici.