So, I’ve run into something that I’ve been banging my head against for nearly an hour, and I’m not getting anywhere.
When I run Quicktest, it errors out with the message:
QUICKTEST FAILED
Error: ch-three line 658: It is illegal to fall in to an *else statement; you must *goto or *finish before the end of the indented block.
And I get that. Thing is, it looks to me like everything already has a *goto pointing at a valid label. Code chunk follows. Very minor spoilers if you’re following my WIP, and a language warning as well. Joey Sands is a very bad man with a very foul mouth.
*if ((Paulie_dead) and (Joey_shot))
“I’m gonna start by payin’ you back for this,” he tells you, slightly raising his right arm which is bound in a crude sling. “Hurts like a motherfucker.”
“Also,” he continues, “there’s the little matter of you blowing Paulie’s fuckin’ brains all over the room. I can’t let somethin’ like that go. I got a rep to maintain, after all.”
*goto Joey_respond
*if ((Paulie_shot) and (Joey_shot))
“I’m gonna start by payin’ you back for this,” he tells you, slightly raising his right arm which is bound in a crude sling. “Hurts like a motherfucker.”
He chuckles, then continues, “Yeah, that was some real O-K Corral shit you pulled back there. You’re just lucky Paulie’s too stupid to know when to die.”
You look over to see the giant in the tan suit standing in the far corner of the small room. He still wears his too-small jacket, but his shirt has been completely cut away and his torso bandaged where your bullets entered his chest. He gives you a waggle-fingered wave and grins in your direction.
The thin man continues, “Paulie, he don’t talk much on account of his old man slit his throat when he was nine years old. Like I said, too stupid to know when to die.”
*goto Joey_respond
*if (Paulie_burned)
“I fuckin’ hate you mage types,” he continues. “Always thinkin’ you’re so fuckin’ high n’ mighty. Well, ${formal} Magic Fingers, you got your fuckin’ clock cleaned by two guys from the West Sprawl. Not so goddamn tough now, are you Sparkles?”
He punctuates his monologue by spitting at your feet. In the far corner of the small room you see the giant in the tan suit glaring at you. Both of his hands are wrapped in thick layers of bandages. *goto Joey_respond
*else
“I’ll admit, you got some moves,” he continues. “I can respect a ${gender_refer} who knows how to throw down. Didn’t amount to a hill of shit in the end, but them’s the breaks, eh?”
*goto Joey_respond```