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armagetronad-dedicated

Langue: en

Version: February 08, 2007 (debian - 07/07/09)

Section: 6 (Jeux)

Sommaire

NAME

armagetronad-dedicated - an Armagetron Advanced dedicated game server

SYNOPSIS

/etc/init.d/armagetronad-dedicated start|stop|restart|force-reload|status

armagetronad-dedicated [-h, --help] [-v, --version] [--doc] [--fastforward] [--benchmark] [--record] [--playback]

DESCRIPTION

The Armagetron Advanced dedicated server runs from an initscript -- to enable running it on boot, edit /etc/default/armagetronad-dedicated.

The server program will read default settings from /etc/armagetronad/settings_dedicated.cfg. Modifications and custom server settings should be implemented in the file /etc/armagetronad/settings_custom.cfg.

To edit configuration on-the-fly or make time-sensitive temporary changes, it's best to log onto the server from the armagetronad client and log on as an administrator (using the password set in the server configuration). Console input is not available when running the server as a daemon.

Before each round is started, the file /etc/armagetronad/everytime.cfg is read; it may be useful to use this for things like randomly changing maps or other quickly changing settings.

OPTIONS

Note: Only options that are relevant for invoking armagetron-dedicated via the command line (and not the initscript) are documented here. See armagetronad-dedicated --help for a complete reference.
-h, --help
Show help message.
-v, --version
Print version number.
--doc
Print documentation for all console commands. These are also configuration settings for config files.
--fastforward TIME
Lets time run very fast until the given time is reached.
--benchmark
Renders frames as they were recorded.
--record FILENAME
Creates a DEBUG recording while running.
--playback FILENAME
Plays back a DEBUG recording.

FILES

/etc/armagetronad/settings_dedicated.cfg

SEE ALSO

armagetronad(6)

Armagetron Advanced is documented fully by the provided HTML docs, found under /usr/share/doc/armagetronad-common/html/.

A thorough guide to running a server can be found on the Armagetron Advanced wiki: http://wiki.armagetronad.net/index.php/Server_Administration_Guide and: http://wiki.armagetronad.net/index.php/Advanced_Server_Administration_Guide

AUTHOR

Armagetron Advanced was written by Manuel Moos <z-man@users.sourceforge.net> and the Armagetron Advanced development team.

This manual page was adapted from the original HTML version by Marcelo E. Magallon <mmagallo@debian.org> (and later Christine Spang <spang@mit.edu>), for the Debian GNU/Linux system (but may be used by others).

"Breadth. Circle. Desert. Monarch. Month. Wisdom. (for which there are
No rhymes)" was just the title, and I only read that far.

That was because I felt like some old agent-of-the-Czar
When a plotter swims within the scope of his exertions,
And I was scared this hothead would start hedging his assertions
Before I had him dead-to-rights. (A Chekan's or a SMERSHian's
Lot, you know, is not a happy one.) He might retract.

A liar is a liar is a liar. That's his act.
But six distinct demonstrable defiances-of-fact
Before he hits line one? That's taking aim at the World's Record.
I wanted this quark-colored tangerine-flake double-deckered
Omnibus of absurdities to make it to the checkered
Flag. He started fast, but could he forge on? Was he s e r i o u s?

He had the Grand Prix style all right. Intense. Composed. Imperious.
And lies to burn. Poor lies, in no wise deep or deleterious.
He drove them home like thumb (or rather tooth nail fist and chin) tacks.
He planted Cosmic Glints to make you whimper for a glint-axe.
"Unconstellated words rain down...inexorable syntax"
Etcetera Etcetera.

It's not that I'd set up,
Like Carrie Nation beating back the drunkard from his cup,
To scourge the world of liars. I'd as soon be Offissa Pup.
I'd sooner hassle fetishists and call myself a bra-narc.

If I were Lord of All (or even constitutional monarch)
I'd send a Deluge down, with one-way tickets on the Non-ark
For lying priests and pedagogues. They make a feller's fez hurt.
But whom does Keats's whopper about corpulent Cortez hurt?
Or any poet's whopper? If he wants to say the Desert
Is made of pea-green camambert, hell, welcome to the circle.

We listen to a Bard the way a certain kind of jerk'll
Listen to the leaves or listen to a percolator perkle.
As long as he can grind em out, a dozen-or-so a month,
We'll praise him to the nth degree, and to the n-plus-1th.
He could have called the thing "Fifth. Sixth. Eighth. Ninth. Twelfth.
Baker's dozenth"
For all we care. We'll cheer him to the w-x-y-zedth
As long as his flimflammeries have brio and have breadth
And don't come on like nursery-nannies pushing early to bedth
To three-year-olds with jingles about Health and Wealth and Wisdom.

He should look out though. He might take himself in, and that is dumb.

Do that, and sure as malheur is the better part of Msdom,
Sententiousness will sidle in with snapshots in his wallet
To lay a little something on us camels: some small strawlet
Of Wisdom, say, or Beauty. Take this poem now. I call it
"Width. Rhombus. (see Lozenge.) Glacier. Despot. Fortnight. Bilge."
I t o l d myself: "No overkill. Go easy on the bilge."
But then. T u e u r is human. And what rhymes with bilge is bilge.

-- Starbuck, George