I've been working on a few ideas for SUPERJAIL.

Small rooms with items/collectibles

If you've played 'Binding of Isaac' you'll get what I mean here. I'm planning on including a load of useless collectables that can be randomly found. In addition to that, these rooms will hold a random item that actually has a use (i.e. a shank, a crowbar, stick of dynamite) and these rooms will appear periodically throughout your escape attempt.

Online high scores

Desperately trying to figure out how to sort this out with the Mac 39dll equivalent.

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It is 2009 and I am at a park with a blonde girl. The red paint that covers this bench we sit at barely clings on, and I’m picking at it very slowly. My fingertips are a dark shade of pink and dried paint sticks under my fingernails like old skin. The wind whips my hair.

“You’re so quiet. What’s the matter?â€? She just said.

I’m shaking my head. â€?Nothing’s the matter,â€? I say to her, as I pick paint. I mean it too.

She looks at me for a moment and nudges me now.

“Cheer up!â€?

“I’m not upset.â€? I’m still shaking my head and I’m still being sincere.

“Okay, sure.â€? She just barely scooted away from me.

“Hey, I’m just not talkative right now. Nothing’s wrong, I promise.â€? But now I’m lying for both of us. Something is wrong now. I pick a slightly bigger chip of dry paint off the bench now.

“You just seem upset.â€? She says.

“We can’t just sit in silence for a second and be okay with that?â€?

“I just want to talk. I don’t like awkward silences.â€?

For a moment I forgot what awkward silence is like, but then the sound of me peeling paint breaks ours and I remember again.

“I just don’t have anything to say right now.â€?

“Well what is that supposed to mean?â€? She’s mad now.

“Let’s not get into this right now.â€?

“Oh, because you like it quiet. Okay, let’s have quiet time now.â€? She scoots just a hair further and I grab another piece of cracked paint. I’m going along with her request and I’m not talking. It’s quiet time now.

A few moments pass and I can tell she’s about to speak again.

“You’re not mad at me?â€?

“No. I’m not mad at you. Listen, we don’t always need to be talking, okay?â€?

“Okay.â€?

“There doesn’t always need to be a topic at hand. Some of the time I just like to sit here and listen to the wind and the grass and our breath and that’s it. That’s it.â€?

She’s being very quiet now and I think I hurt her feelings. I’m waiting for her to respond to me to confirm my suspicions.

“Can we stare?â€?

She just surprised me. I’m looking down at my hands and now I’m shaking the stuck paint off my palms.

“Yes we can.â€?

And now we sit and stare and listen.