# screen -r
Suddenly the Dungeon collapses!! - You die...
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# strings $(which screen) | egrep [Yy]ou
getpwuid() can’t identify your account!
Cannot open your terminal ‘%s’ - please check.
You are not the owner of %s.
Unfortunatelly you are not its owner.
You feel dead inside.
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You can’t run screen on a hardcopy terminal.
You can’t run screen on a terminal that overstrikes.
Suddenly the Dungeon collapses!! - You die...
Really quit and kill all your windows [y/n]
Your termcap does not specify how to change the terminal’s width to %d.
Your termcap does not specify how to change the terminal’s height to %d.
Your termcap does not specify how to change the terminal’s resolution to %dx%d.
Sorry, too late now. Place that in your .screenrc file.
You are %s logging.
’%s’ tries to touch your session, but fails.
The dead screen%s touch%s you. Try ‘screen -wipe’.
You hear %d distant explosion%s.
You may wish for a screen, what do you want?
You see here a good looking screen:
Your inventory:
You regain consciousness.
You must play from a terminal.
The Keystone Kops are after you!
getpwuid() can’t identify your account!
KAABLAMM!!! You triggered a land mine!
[ Passwords don’t match - your armor crumbles away ]
The blast of disintegration whizzes by you!
You add to your scroll of logging named “%s”.
You start writing on your scroll of logging named “%s”.
You don’t seem to have a scroll of logging named “%s”.
You put away your scroll of logging named “%s”.
You cannot escape from window %d!
You no longer sense the watcher’s silence.
You feel like someone is waiting for %d sec. silence...
Your bell is no longer invisible.
Suddenly you can’t see your bell!
You no longer sense the watcher’s presence.
You feel like someone is watching you...
You destroy poor window %d (%s).
You have a sad feeling for a moment...
You escaped the dungeon.
You drop a magic marker - Column %d Line %d
You choke on your food: %d bytes from %s
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