Bug - Fixed Track questL11Pyramid from "started" to "step1"

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KoLmafia should update questL11Pyramid to "step1" on this page:

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<Center><table  width=95%  cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0><tr><td style="color: white;" align=center bgcolor=blue><b>Results:</b></td></tr><tr><td style="padding: 5px; border: 1px solid blue;"><center><table><tr><td><center><img src="http://images.kingdomofloathing.com/adventureimages/oasis.gif" width=100 height=100></center><p>The merchant looks insulted at your attempt to haggle. He gathers up his blanket full of car parts, slings it over one shoulder (or, well, over the top of his head, I guess), and stomps off, muttering.<p>You return to the car to find the gnome and a couple of his friends, smoking roll-ups and passing around a bottle. When you admit that you couldn't get the carburetor, their friendly expressions turn hard. The gnome growls, "Bust a deal, spin the wheel," and his friends nod in agreement. They grab you by the arms and drag you back to the gnome camp -- weak from dehydration, you can only offer token resistance. They push you into the center of the camp, and the growing crowd begins to chant: "Bust a deal, spin the wheel! Bust a deal, spin the wheel!"<p>A gnome with a mohawk haircut drags a large carnival wheel out of a nearby hut, and shouts "Come ogn down!" The other gnomes push you to the ground under the wheel, and he growls "Spin it, drongo. I double dare you." You reach up, hesitantly, and give the wheel a spin. "No whammies, no whammies, no whammies," you pray.<p>tictictictictictic.. tic... tic... tac. "D'oh!" you mutter, as the wheel lands on GULAG. "Can I buy a vowel?" you ask. "Look, let's make a deal."<p>"Don't make me laugh!" snorts the mohawked gnome. "You're the weakest link, drongo." You scrabble to get away, but the gnomes grab you, and you find yourself in serious jeopardy.<p>Soon, you're stumbling blindly through the desert, wearing a giant papier-mache Mardi Gras head for some reason. When you finally manage to get it off, you find yourself near an oasis.  You collapse under the shade of a palm tree and try to recover your concentration for the task ahead.  Win, lose, or draw, you've got a job to do.</td></tr></table></center></td></tr><tr><td height=4></td></tr></table><table  width=95%  cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0><tr><td style="color: white;" align=center bgcolor=blue><b>Adventure Again:</b></td></tr><tr><td style="padding: 5px; border: 1px solid blue;"><center><table><tr><td><center><center><p><a href="beach.php">Go back to Desert Beach</a></center></center></td></tr></table></center></td></tr><tr><td height=4></td></tr></table></center></div></div>
 
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