Some_Kittens
February 23rd, 2010, 12:11 AM
My sad story:
One happy day, I was enjoying my dual partitioned laptop, one for an installation of Ubuntu 9.04: Pvt. Ubunturion, and one massive one for storage. All of a sudden, a terrible, evil thought crept into my mind. One so horrifying as to scare the nonexistent pants of of Sauron himself.
I.... Should install Windows XP. Struggling with evil thoughts, I tried to tear myself away as backed everything up and inserted the disk that seem to glow with malevolence. Terrified, I attempted to look away as the install flashed through the text based, and GUI portions!
To no one's surprise, the first attempt at installation failed, thanks to the valiant efforts of many a byte. Once again, evil forces latched onto my laptop, and this time they overcame the open sources of good.
XP was there, and there to stay. I had no choice. My only hope rested in a flanking action, meeting the three-piece suit clad forces of Microsoft at their weakest point: The MBR.
Consulting the oracle that is the Ubuntu Wiki for luck, I plunged ahead with Auto Super Grub Disk! Tricking the XP bootloader, it added itself in order to install my beloved GRUB.
The ruse was found out, and I was left with a black screen displaying Try hd(0,0) EXT2.
Rearming, I enlisted the forces of UNetBootin, and my considerable army of USB sticks. I installed ASGD's older, more powerful brother: Super Grub Disk. Letting out a cry of victory as it successfully booted, I was faced again with utter defeat, as every option to fix or boot Ubuntu led to a frozen screen, with many an fatal message splashing its sad woe across my screen.
XP had won this round. But this time I came back Harder, Better, Stronger, Faster. Installing 9.04 to my most loyal USB stick, we plunged ahead. Watching the Ubuntu logo joyously leap to my screen, I thought I had finally won. Suddenly, I was interrupted by errors that seem to have been sent by the dark lord Gates himself. I hung my head in sorrow, as all that was left of a once-proud Ubuntu USB was a sad little terminal prompt.
I turned to the biggest and best of Ubuntu's, 9.10, but he declined to help, stating that his loyalty to GRUB2 superseded any feeling for me in his kernel.
My heart was so desperate for the recovery of Pvt. Ubunturion, that I enlisted the help of an eccentric old wizard, VMWare. He gaily handed me an image of 9.04 with a twinkle in his eyes. Booting it, but with little hope, I reached the login screen, and was struck dumb. The old man claimed he had the password somewhere, but I was not ready to wait around with Ubunturion suffering.
I then decided to request the assistance of the old wise one: 8.04.4. We geared up, faces grim, but when we finally booted, and he was ready to slay this dragon once and for all, he tripped and fell. With tears running down my eyes, I watched him plunge down into the abyss, with a hollow echo of "NO....EXT4....SUPPORT"
My heart grieved, and I wore nothing but sackcloth and spread ashes over my head. My good buddy Ubunturion seemed finally lost.
It all changed when a fair maiden approached me and introduced herself as WUBI. She had a proposal to win this war from the inside out. She would sneak behind enemy lines and trick them into installing Ubuntu in their own bootloader! We then could team up and finally recover poor Pvt. Ubuntu.
Alas, I never saw her again. One final note after she had completed her mission fell into my hands. It simply stated: Try hd(0,0) EXT2.
Morose, and having exhausted my considerable allies in this battle, I finally turn to you, good men of Ubuntuforumonia. The challenge is there. Are you willing to give what it takes, for the life of Pvt. Ubunturion?
One happy day, I was enjoying my dual partitioned laptop, one for an installation of Ubuntu 9.04: Pvt. Ubunturion, and one massive one for storage. All of a sudden, a terrible, evil thought crept into my mind. One so horrifying as to scare the nonexistent pants of of Sauron himself.
I.... Should install Windows XP. Struggling with evil thoughts, I tried to tear myself away as backed everything up and inserted the disk that seem to glow with malevolence. Terrified, I attempted to look away as the install flashed through the text based, and GUI portions!
To no one's surprise, the first attempt at installation failed, thanks to the valiant efforts of many a byte. Once again, evil forces latched onto my laptop, and this time they overcame the open sources of good.
XP was there, and there to stay. I had no choice. My only hope rested in a flanking action, meeting the three-piece suit clad forces of Microsoft at their weakest point: The MBR.
Consulting the oracle that is the Ubuntu Wiki for luck, I plunged ahead with Auto Super Grub Disk! Tricking the XP bootloader, it added itself in order to install my beloved GRUB.
The ruse was found out, and I was left with a black screen displaying Try hd(0,0) EXT2.
Rearming, I enlisted the forces of UNetBootin, and my considerable army of USB sticks. I installed ASGD's older, more powerful brother: Super Grub Disk. Letting out a cry of victory as it successfully booted, I was faced again with utter defeat, as every option to fix or boot Ubuntu led to a frozen screen, with many an fatal message splashing its sad woe across my screen.
XP had won this round. But this time I came back Harder, Better, Stronger, Faster. Installing 9.04 to my most loyal USB stick, we plunged ahead. Watching the Ubuntu logo joyously leap to my screen, I thought I had finally won. Suddenly, I was interrupted by errors that seem to have been sent by the dark lord Gates himself. I hung my head in sorrow, as all that was left of a once-proud Ubuntu USB was a sad little terminal prompt.
I turned to the biggest and best of Ubuntu's, 9.10, but he declined to help, stating that his loyalty to GRUB2 superseded any feeling for me in his kernel.
My heart was so desperate for the recovery of Pvt. Ubunturion, that I enlisted the help of an eccentric old wizard, VMWare. He gaily handed me an image of 9.04 with a twinkle in his eyes. Booting it, but with little hope, I reached the login screen, and was struck dumb. The old man claimed he had the password somewhere, but I was not ready to wait around with Ubunturion suffering.
I then decided to request the assistance of the old wise one: 8.04.4. We geared up, faces grim, but when we finally booted, and he was ready to slay this dragon once and for all, he tripped and fell. With tears running down my eyes, I watched him plunge down into the abyss, with a hollow echo of "NO....EXT4....SUPPORT"
My heart grieved, and I wore nothing but sackcloth and spread ashes over my head. My good buddy Ubunturion seemed finally lost.
It all changed when a fair maiden approached me and introduced herself as WUBI. She had a proposal to win this war from the inside out. She would sneak behind enemy lines and trick them into installing Ubuntu in their own bootloader! We then could team up and finally recover poor Pvt. Ubuntu.
Alas, I never saw her again. One final note after she had completed her mission fell into my hands. It simply stated: Try hd(0,0) EXT2.
Morose, and having exhausted my considerable allies in this battle, I finally turn to you, good men of Ubuntuforumonia. The challenge is there. Are you willing to give what it takes, for the life of Pvt. Ubunturion?