Here's my Level 4
story. I'm in
High School Computer Science Class at the
Career Enrichment Center in
Albuquerque, in a small room with 4 or 5
terminals in it,
gweeping away at an old
VT220 in
Pascal, working on this god-awful
poker hand scoring
program. (See
I am not a hacker). Next to me is Kevin File, and playing a MUD behind us is Nick Majeran,
The Funniest Man Alive,
IMHO.
So we're coding away, but Nick is playing one of those old-school MUDs, none of that pansy RP-oriented MUSH-style dreck; I mean the kind of MUD where you get to kill other players and laugh. Those old games involved a lot of cryptic characters and digits, and from a distance, could be mistaken for program code.
So Nick had evaded the Evil Eye of Mrs. Marla "That's Two Points!" Griego (Known simply as "the Griego") for quite a while. Finally, though, she catches on, and coming into the room, squawks: "Nick, what are you working on?"
"Uh. . . level 4."
Kevin and I must've laughed hysterically for 10 minutes. Maybe you had to be there.