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Offline Agent_Koopa

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Well, I'm having fun with Transcend, and I'm on the mission after where the split-up 103rd rejoins at the Wolf node, and realises Chondrel isn't at either node. After the previous mission ends, I get two errors claiming not to recognize the sexp "ai-chase-any-except". This seems like a relatively permanent error, and I wouldn't mind so much except the cursor appears on screen, making it really annoying. Can anyone help me? I ran the debug build and didn't get the error, but when I switched to the normal build it came up in my face again. I'm worried this will break the mission.

EDIT:Hold on, I read this. So is Transcend unplayable or what?
« Last Edit: February 11, 2007, 09:01:17 am by Agent_Koopa »
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Offline Polpolion

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Use an old build.

 

Offline Agent_Koopa

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Actually, I realized I've been using the old executable; when I used the Installer to upgrade to 3.6.9 it wasn't replaced. Using the one marked 3.6.9 appears to work.
Interestingly enough, this signature is none of the following:
A witty remark on whatever sad state of affairs the world may or may not be in
A series of localized forum in-jokes
A clever and self-referential comment on the nature of signatures themselves.

Hobo Queens are Crowned, but Hobo Kings are Found.

  
Hmm.  I had no versions before 3.6.9, and I just played through the campaign on Monday, and it worked PERFECTLY.  Awesome campaign btw.
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