TBA data file whitespace cleanups. (#66)
This just converts the few DOS text files still in here to standard text files (line-endings), removes all the trailing spaces on lines, removes all the trailing blank lines, and replaces all the tabs (except in .zon files, where they seem to be common) with expanded spaces. It's easy to confirm this is actually a non-change, except for whitespace: * `git show -w` shows this commit as only removing 8 trailing blank lines. This should make no difference to tbaMUD itself, but it will make working on these files, especially with scripts and automated tools, much easier. This is the base change for a set of other changes I will put up once/if this merges, without this, the others are just too complicated to wrangle.
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@@ -5,7 +5,7 @@ An Elcardorian orthodox priest stands here with a stern look on his face.
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At first sight, he's not the kind of priest you want to leave your children
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with. Than again, with the aura of calmness oozing out of him. Maybe taking a
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rest next to him would not be such a big risk.
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rest next to him would not be such a big risk.
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@@ -24,7 +24,7 @@ The Executioner stands here waiting for his next beheading.
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A black hood covers his entire face. Three holes have been cut out of the
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dark cloth. The eyes peering out behind the mask look to be slightly crazed and
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definitely blood thirsty.
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definitely blood thirsty.
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@@ -43,7 +43,7 @@ A rebel from the Suncas clan looks at you, paranoia in his eyes.
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No more than a boy this teenager stands before you waiting for the overthrow
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of the Elcardian Empire. No more than a boy this teenager stands before you
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waiting for the overthrow of the Elcardorian Empire.
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waiting for the overthrow of the Elcardorian Empire.
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@@ -57,7 +57,7 @@ An elite Suncas rebel soldier is standing here.
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This grizzled veteran looks more like a mercenary than a soldier. Wich in
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fact may actually be the case. The Suncas rebels have been known to hire help
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when they need it.
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when they need it.
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@@ -70,7 +70,7 @@ a rebel commando~
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A rebel commando from the Suncas clan stands here.
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Scars seem to cover this middle-aged man from head to toe. He appears to be
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missing a few fingers and he walks with a favoring to his left leg.
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missing a few fingers and he walks with a favoring to his left leg.
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@@ -85,7 +85,7 @@ The rebel leader Sujin Suncas is sitting here.
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The mastermind behind the latest attempt at overthrowing the Mayor. He is
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young, but a brilliant fire burns in his eyes that some people would call
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craziness, but he calls eccentricity. He is the motivation behind all the
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rebels.
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rebels.
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@@ -99,7 +99,7 @@ An Elcardorian infantry man stands here.
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This grunt has no purpose other than to sacrifice his life for his army, and
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maybe take a few enemies out in the pursuit of that end. He is heavily muscled
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and adequately trained.
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and adequately trained.
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@@ -113,7 +113,7 @@ An officer of the Elcardorian military guards his township here.
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He holds himself with an air of authority. A hard look in his eyes shows his
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years of experience and training. He has probably led more men into battle than
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you've ever met.
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you've ever met.
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@@ -127,7 +127,7 @@ An Elcardorian military captain struts his sword around here.
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The Captain is in charge of keeping the peace by order of the Mayor. It is
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the Captain's responsibility that everyone within the city behaves. More often
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than not this includes crushing any rebel uprisings.
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than not this includes crushing any rebel uprisings.
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@@ -141,7 +141,7 @@ A man is slowly dying from loss of blood.
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Wounds cover his body. Some from whips, others from jagged blades, and still
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others from piercing weapons and hot brands. This poor soul looks to have been
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broken with pain to spill his guts and tell his story.
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broken with pain to spill his guts and tell his story.
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@@ -155,7 +155,7 @@ Grandfather sunshine is here tending the cash.
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His beaming smile seems to brighten everyone's day. The typical elderly
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grandfather he looks very trusting and kind. White hair, beard, and mustache
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give him a jovial look.
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give him a jovial look.
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@@ -173,7 +173,7 @@ A member of the Elcardorian parliaments stands before you, now as a prisoner.
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At one time this guy used to stick his nose up in the air believing that he
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was above the law because of his position he held within the government. Now he
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has been humbled by chains and torture.
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has been humbled by chains and torture.
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@@ -187,7 +187,7 @@ The Suncas prison guard is here making sure that no one leaves the dungeons.
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He looks tired and inept. The monotony of his job has caused him to become
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bored and lax. Of course so few of the prisoners stay long enough down here to
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even attempt to escape so a guard is more for looks than need.
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even attempt to escape so a guard is more for looks than need.
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@@ -201,7 +201,7 @@ A panhandler broke off her ass, begging for your charity is sitting here.
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This poor lady has seen better days. At least she is begging and not selling
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her soul body. That will probably come later. She looks up at you with those
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pitiful puppy-dog eyes trying to find a little sympathy.
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pitiful puppy-dog eyes trying to find a little sympathy.
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@@ -216,7 +216,7 @@ Brack, the weaponsmith displays his creations with pride.
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The burly man resembles the anvil that he pounds upon. Blunt is about the
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only word to describe him. He definitely knows his metal-working though. He
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holds his tools and works the forge with a love for the craft that only the
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gifted can possess.
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gifted can possess.
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@@ -235,7 +235,7 @@ Penny, the bank teller is handling some money.
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A strange gleam flickers in her eyes as she counts out some coins behind the
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counter. She does not look like the kind of person you would want to trust your
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fortune with. She immediately puts on a facade when she realizes you are
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staring.
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staring.
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@@ -253,7 +253,7 @@ Tring, the armourer pounds away at a stubborn cast.
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Elcardorian armour has been known for its strength and durability around the
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realm. It is just about as famous as its outrageous prices. This stocky old
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man makes some of the finest in the city, and he prices it that way too.
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man makes some of the finest in the city, and he prices it that way too.
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@@ -271,7 +271,7 @@ the mayor's wife~
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The mayor's wife is here hinting at you to leave.
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They say behind every great man there is a woman, and she is one of those
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women. She has long black here with green eyes and looks deceivingly frail.
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women. She has long black here with green eyes and looks deceivingly frail.
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@@ -285,7 +285,7 @@ Coughing in bed, the Elcadorian mayor really doesn't want to fight any more.
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This once powerful man has withered away into almost nothing. His strength
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and will has been drained from him. Too bad it will soon be too late for you to
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know what happened to him.
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know what happened to him.
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@@ -303,7 +303,7 @@ Grandmother sunshine is here baking goodies.
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Her mere presence brightens the room. She treats everyone like a long lost
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grandson and immediately makes you feel at home. Her kindness and sincerity
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puts you to ease immediately. The cookies she is baking smell delicious.
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puts you to ease immediately. The cookies she is baking smell delicious.
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@@ -317,7 +317,7 @@ The grocer of Elcardo smiles at you in hopes of a sale.
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His bussiness continues to do well no matter who is fighting who, or who is
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running what. The grocer could care less about rebels. As long as people need
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food and suppies, he's happy.
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food and suppies, he's happy.
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@@ -335,7 +335,7 @@ Lara is here looking you up and down.
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Rumors state that Lara was an outcast from a far distant city of mages. She
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was caught up in some horrible feud and had no choice but to flee. So she setup
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shop in Elcardo and seems happy and successful with the change.
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shop in Elcardo and seems happy and successful with the change.
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fully. Just between the opening of the coat, a glint of steel catches your
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eyes. Odds are this man would like to be left alone. He is almost certainly a
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rebel which is apperant by the symbol on the head hilt of the dagger. Who is he
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stalking?
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stalking?
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