Pick a random spot on the page, once it loads. Then another. Then another. Then ponder the fact that this is all supposed to be _one game_ that people can actually play.
It's as if someone locked the person who wrote the Dr. Bronner's Soap label into a combination comic-book store, physics laboratory and Blockbuster Video, then paid him by the word.
"There were times when I intensely wanted to walk out of the theater and into the fresh air and look at the sky and buy an apple and sigh for our civilization, but I stuck it out." -- Roger Ebert
On a side note, I got WAY too much entertainment out of the pop-up ad that I got from that page... "Baraka Casino". I giggled for far too long thinking about that.
Kansas-born and deeply ashamed The last living La Parka Marka
"They that can give up essential liberty to gain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." - Benjamin Franklin
It'll take more than a lot of gibberish to expunge the memory of FATAL, SenZar, Space Opera, and other gaming horrors I've been exposed to in the past.
"I do have a degree in electrical engineering... from almost 20 years ago. Punchcard systems were just becoming obsolete, we had rotary phones in the dorms, and a modem was still a gizmo the size of a shoebox into which you squooshed the phone receiver itself. In short, we lived like animals.
The instant obsolesence is why I became a writer. The rate of punctuation in a sentence doesn't double every 18 friggin' months, and you never have some 22-year-old looming over your shoulder, shaking his head, saying "dude... you're still using adverbs...?"
Hee, now that is an awesome way to get your opponent disqualified. Talk about playing mind games with him. Or maybe he did it because he likes the other guy, who knows?