Some Indecipherable Code

Today I sent my dad a quest flowchart I’ve been working on, because it was a perfect mix of snarky dialogue, programming logic, hours spent playing Monkey Island, and some of my other random interests. My dad wrote back with a text-based adventure about quest design. It begins:

>LOOK
>THERE IS A DIPLOMA HERE
>PICK UP DIPLOMA
>IT APPEARS TO DO NOTHING
>LOOK
>THERE IS AN ENGLISH-MANDARIN DICTIONARY HERE
>PICK UP DICTIONARY
>IT IS WRITTEN IN SOME INDECIPHERABLE CODE

It goes on from there, with the player narrowly avoiding the possible pitfalls of slimey guys and waitressing, and it ends with THERE ARE BIG PILES OF GOLD HERE.

I think in normal families, fathers just tell their daughters they’re proud of them.