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# gameover
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-'<center><B><font color = maroon>GAME consummated</font></B></center>'
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+'<center><B><font color = maroon>GAME OVER</font></B></center>'
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if over = 1:
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gs 'stat'
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@@ -8,14 +8,14 @@ end
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if over = 2:
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'<center><img src="images\etogame\over.jpg"></center>'
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- 'You´re mad and started to run around town naked screaming I am male. You quickly twisted psihbrigada and you were taken to the loony bin. There you put a straitjacket and placed in a room with soft walls. You spent the rest of his days in happy illusions about his family, about what you again man. But the illusion is always just an illusion.'
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+ "You're mad and started to run around town naked screaming 'I am a man!'. You quickly alerted the police and you were taken to a metal hospital. There you got put in a straitjacket and placed in a room with soft walls. You spent the rest of your days in happy delusions about your family and about being a man again. But the delusions never became reality."
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*nl
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- 'Hint for the future.'
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- 'With the fall of the mood and the weakening of the mind must be fought. Do not forget, it is difficult to normal man will not move out of phase with the fact that he was a chick. Means for retaining the mood and psyche in an acceptable level of weight, take at least a TV and a psychotherapist. Strengthening the will and intellect you increase the value of mood and mind and the harmful effects will not be as devastating.'
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+ 'Hint:'
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+ 'When your mood falls, your mind weakens and finally breaks. Do not forget, it is difficult for a normal man to come to terms with the fact that he is now a woman. In order to keep your mood and psyche at an acceptable level make sure you are of healthy weight, have at least a TV and visit the psychotherapist. Strengthening your will and intellect also increases the maximum value of your mood, such that the harmful effects will not be as devastating.'
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end
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if over = 3:
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- 'You have died of starvation. Stupid death, but apparently it´s the consequences of anorexia which you began to suffer.'
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+ 'You have died of starvation. A stupid way to die, but apparently it´s one of the consequences of anorexia.'
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end
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if over = 4:
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@@ -24,15 +24,15 @@ end
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if over = 5:
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'You tried to jump, but immediately found themselves in a strange place around some dilapidated walls with obscene graffiti, you could not move do not cry, when suddenly the door opened and entered what that fat guy, he undid his pants and turned his back to you situated above you your ass. Here you´ve got it, witch kept her promise and turned you into a jerk at the station.'
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- 'So you spent the rest of his days swallowing shit until 50 years later, the train station is not started to repair and you just broke and took the pieces to the dump.'
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+ 'So you spent the rest of your days swallowing shit until 50 years later, the train station is not started to repair and you just broke and took the pieces to the dump.'
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end
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if over = 6:
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- 'You suddenly pierced a sharp pain in the abdomen, then another and another. "Greetings to you from the boys" heard you and turning his head saw retreating figure with downcast eyes you realize you are standing in a puddle of his own blood, vytevayuschey from multiple stab wounds in your stomach. The last thing you saw was bysto approaching land.'
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+ 'You suddenly feel a sharp piercing pain in the abdomen, then another and another. "Greetings to you from the boys" says a figure with downcast eyes while it moves away. You realize you are standing in a puddle of your own blood, and have multiple stab wounds in your stomach. The last thing you saw was the fast approaching land.'
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end
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if over = 7:
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- 'The last thing you saw was a police baton, flying to your face. Maid zadila you to death, all blamed on the fact that you fell out of bed and broke his head.'
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+ 'The last thing you saw was a police baton, flying into your face. You were beaten to death, and your early surmise was written in as an accident.'
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end
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--- gameover ---------------------------------
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