Ringo and George need help to see the camera.

To answer your question: Yes, this is correct.

Maybe figuring it out is half of the game?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nn2FB1P_Mn8

Try running the shell script. First you'll need to install a terminal emulator that can run things from the Bourne Again shell, (BASH).

Next, you'll need a keyboard, since there's no mouse controls.

Open up the terminal, navigate to the directory, and type /.[gamename].sh

He doesn't own any games here so I'm guessing he posted the question as a means of opening up a philosophical debate rather than a gaming debate.

Congratulations on the purchase of your singer izek sewing machine
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bd742Tp7b2U

He doesn't own any games here
WOW! No one and I mean no one would of figured that out,Officer tinyE!

This is even better; just pick a name.

Philosophical debate? Here you go:

To play, or not to play, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The gunshots and arrows of outrageous gaming,
Or to take arms against a sea of pixels,
And by opposing, end them? To win: to rest;

No more; and by a victory to say we end
The life-loss and the thousand gun wounds
That gaming disorder is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To win, to rest;
To win: perchance to live again: ay, there’s the rub;

For in that rest in victory what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this morbid addiction,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes gaming of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The addiction’s wrong, the opponent’s contumely,
The pangs of one´s retreat, the victory’s delay,
The insolence of nerds and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make

With a carpal tunnel syndrome? who would hardmode bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary game,
But that the dread of something after gaming,
The undiscover’d life from whose bourn
No cured gamer returns, puzzles the will

And makes us rather bear those addictions we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of daily grind and routine
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. – Soft you now!
The fair Hylia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember’d.


Please discuss.

lololol, im just now binge watching the series..... well done man

Pah! Sheq'spir looses quality in translation and is only really good in the Klingon original! Qapla'!

Soooo, Solitaire, then?