Gather round, gather round, all ye of ill luck!
And I shall tell you of my encounter with the dreaded parse error.
Like @KaOsphere, I too was dismounting from usb disk mode whence the beast did rear itās foul, grotesquely shapeless head.
It had sullen one of my banks! And one of the most devotional, inspired banks I had the privilege of channeling, alas!
Frantically I searched behind space with the aid of the shoggothronix brainuflazer; looking for information, some clue, some cure for this terrible affliction, and gladly I came upon this dusty and archaic thread! The last visitor to these parts had left a glimmer of hope for the next to follow, and so I eagerly took the kind pilgrimās advice to attempt a resurrection with the power of save to newā¦
The bank lived! Praise be Octhulu!
I breathed a sigh of relief. All was not right howeverā¦
My parts! My parts were gone! And some patterns, too! This cannot be, I cried. Woe befalls me once again! I sobbed into my pillow that night.
In the morning I woke with dreary eyes, and the faint glimmer of something lost in the haze behind them. I remembered my plight and my agony renewed. I began to accept the demise of all my hard work, my divine inspiration. But then I thought⦠What if it is not the bank that has been so corrupted? What if it is the project itself that ails thee?
In a flurry I ran to my machines, and wound the heavy electricity crank that did so bring them to life. With thumping heart and quivering hand I paused over the option which was my last bastion against the evisceration of redemption; project RELOAD.
I waited with baited teeth as the progress bar filled before four or five of my twitchiest eyes. What proceeded to appear before me then was nothing less than a miracle.
Everything was as it had been once more! Praise be Octhulu! Praise be Grandmaster Sezare! Praise be Doktor Rusty! I turned from the gently pulsing screen with a smile on my face and returned to the shoggothronix brainuflazer to upload my experiences. I hope this account may be of service to the next traveller to be imperiled by this wicked corruptor of the sacred data.