I actually completed this task a month or two ago, and just now got around to putting together the proof (having finally finished with school for the year). When I started playing SF0 my long-term goal was to get to the point that I didn't need tasks to prompt me to do wacky things, and I think it bodes well for my progress towards that goal that I can find time to task when busy, but not to format the documentation (which is by far the easier part of actually submitting the proof).

Anyway, now that I'm back from my hiatus, and without further ado:


The floor is made of lava!!!

By far the best childhood game around, it brings the excitement and adventure of books, movies, and video games to life, and has near limitless potential for expansion. I've always enjoyed, as Eddie Izzard would say, running jumping climbing trees, and over the years I've gotten substantially better at it. When I was young episodes of The Floor Is Made Of Lava would generally involve jumping between pieces of furniture that were relatively close together. Now, however, I can make more interesting and difficult paths.

I present to you two extreme paths for The Floor Is Made Of Lava. The first is filling up a water bottle in my dorm, which involves going through two offset doorways in a hall. The second is climbing six trees without touching the ground in between. They have been sped up and set to music for your viewing pleasure.



I'd like to note that the reason I fell the first time in my dorm was that the door to the bathroom opens in and to the right from the camera's perspective, and can't open all the way, meaning I couldn't actually get my back flat against the door frame. For what it's worth. The second time I was just tired.

By far the most nerve-wracking part of these climbs was the part labeled "harder than it looks" during the tree transfers. The things I have to hold onto there are 1) the bottom lip of a place where a branch has been cut off and the living wood has curled around a little bit, and 2) a slightly raised part of the tree just above that no-longer branch. These are what we would affectionately call slopers at a climbing gym, and I'm *swinging* from them with my feet 6 or 8 feet off the ground.