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| Toyshop and Floyditorium | ||||
| Bulging toychests make this a child's (or child-at-heart's) dream. Play all day, play all night. A small booth has been erected and is staffed by a friendly robot. The sign over it says, "INFOKOM GAMEZ 5 cents". A small notice on the door reads, "PLEASE RETURN TOYS TO THIS ROOM WHEN YOU'RE DONE WITH THEM." | ||||
| You can see: green button, banana machine, faucets, toy catalogue, a crystal ball, cuddly walrus, clicker, cloak, tic-tac-toe, thermometer, yellow button, waldo whisper object, checkers board, Werewolf rules, bunny burger, grape, specimen jar, signaling device, Mike Tyson, IF Programmer Barbie, IF FLOYD'S DOWN, TELL JOTA -- OR ELSE HE WON'T KNOW, Gak, Autohugger, Photocopier, basketball, midterm monster, frobozz magic dispenser, fun shiny toy, madlibs, orange, soda reading 'Don't drink me!', jukebox, Gene Ray, FREE DONUTS machine, long-stemmed red rose, dfan's quest, miniature ifMUD, Pun Police Whistle, orange door, monkey guru, cork nut, cork nut, cork nut, cork nut, jellybean, mind chess, the 'foobar' cube, apple, a zorkmid, storyharp, ClubFloyd Suggestions | ||||
| Players: Waldo, Floyd, Jacqueline, inky, maga, Bert, Nitku, DavidW, schep | ||||
| Visible Exits: northeast (to the Lounge) | * Gunther has left the channel. | |||
| maga says, "BAD Perry. STAY" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Huh. What happened?" | ||||
| Taleslinger arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | maga says, "unsure - the client just disconnected" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Ah, that's probably just traditional satellite modem/our wireless LAN behavior, unfortunately." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Also, isn't it past time?" | ||||
| Jacqueline sees what happens when she is out of town on business and can't sit there, repeatedly typing the 'time' command to know when to launch the game. | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "load spur" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In retrospect, maybe all that cheap whiskey last night in Grady's Floyd | wasn't such a brilliant idea. Not the way the evil, glowing orb of the Floyd | morning sun is burning a hole through your squinting eyes and right Floyd | into the back of your head. And especially since there's a guy with a Floyd | six-shooter on his belt, ready to draw, standing thirty feet away and Floyd | facing you. Your body keeps screaming at you that you should still be Floyd | in bed. The dimly lit cage of your memory tells you that all of this Floyd | has something to do with you standing up for some woman in the saloon Floyd | last night, and right now you wish like hell you could remember. Floyd | Floyd | No one ever said you were lucky, but you are... Floyd | Floyd | SPUR Floyd | A Western Misadventure by Kent Tessman (c) 1995-1997 Floyd | Written using the Hugo Compiler v2.5 Floyd | Release 9 04-27-99 Floyd | (New players should type "help".) Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Hm, also, Taleslinger made the suggestion that we pick a driver this week, due to time-sensitive puzzles." | |||
| Bert asks, "Do we want to call roll on who has and hasn't played?" | ||||
| schep says, "I've played, but remember nearly nothing." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, it's always good to know." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I have never heard of this game until today, myself." | ||||
| maga says, "I've played, but not to completion and many, many years ago" | ||||
| Bert says, "I've played but not finished. And I remember a little more than nothing, but not a lot." | ||||
| schep says, "Though this initial scene is stirring a memory." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I've never played this one." | ||||
| schep nominates DW to drive. | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Who wants to drive - timing." | ||||
| K-Y arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | Jacqueline says (to DW), "I say we shoot 'em." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Or just give him a big hug. Your choice." | ||||
| DavidW says, "uh, can someone else drive? I'm also looking at my Perl manual." | ||||
| Bert says, "I say we take our time, look at the scenery, check our inventory, maybe try to engage someone in conversation..." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I would love to, but I am also sort of working right now - it's my day off, but I'm looking over some things for work tomorrow." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of maga), "Why don't you drive?" | ||||
| Bert says, "I nominate maga to maga t-- timing." | ||||
| Bert says, "(Maga to maga?)" | ||||
| maga looks around, notices that everyone else has taken one step back on 'volunteers step forward' | ||||
| maga says, "okay, okay" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "You're our boy." | ||||
| (from DavidW) maga says, "it is not french toast" | ||||
| Bert says (to maga), "XYZZY" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "xyzzy". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to DW), "heehee" | |||
| Bert says, "Well, this game sucks, then." | ||||
| Bert has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | Jacqueline says (to maga), "x roy" | |||
| schep says, "yeah, let's first see what happens if we do none of the obvious things" | ||||
| Bert arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "shoot roy" | ||||
Floyd | Would help if you had your six-shooter in your hand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x roy" | ||||
Floyd | You might want to spend less time staring, and more time thinking about Floyd | the fact that you're in the middle of a gunfight. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "What have we got?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to schep), "Yeah, I like that plan." | ||||
| Nitku says (to floyd), "draw" | ||||
Floyd | You pull your six-shooter out of your holster. Floyd | Floyd | Roy draws his six-shooter, yanking it from its holster and raising it Floyd | toward you... Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We can restart when we're dead on the ground." | |||
| Bert asks, "Is Nitku volunteering to drive instead?" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "shoot roy" | ||||
Floyd | You beat Roy to the trigger, shooting him through the heart just as he Floyd | is aiming at yours. (And surprising yourself while you're at it that Floyd | your old gun hit him--your aim must've been off.) Roy gasps, drops his Floyd | gun, and falls to the ground, dead. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Wait, I thought we weren't going to kill him?" | |||
| schep exclaims, "you murderer!" | ||||
| Bert says (to Jacq), "So did I." | ||||
| maga asks (of Jacq), "if you wanted restraint, why did you nominate me?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "You're just driving, but not with cotton in your ears." | ||||
| schep says, "heh. Okay, now find and shoot that guitarist." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "..schep" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to schep), "heh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, we could restart and someone with more restraint could drive. Like Schep, perhaps." | ||||
| maga exclaims (at Jacq), "don't try to get me to follow basic instructions before I've had my coffee!" | ||||
| Bert says, "X GUN" | ||||
| maga says, "(sorry)" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of schep), "Want to drive?" | ||||
| schep says, "or maybe search Roy's pockets before he gets smelly and icky" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to schep), "haha" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "search roy" | ||||
Floyd | Roy wasn't exactly a tiny guy. You're not having the best of luck Floyd | moving him. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the south. Floyd | Floyd | (Old Dan has to make an effort to swagger around Roy's body.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x gun" | ||||
Floyd | A six-shooter like yours, but a lot nicer, to be honest. While you Floyd | paid about three bucks for yours, old Roy here--rest his soul, and all Floyd | that--must've dropped at least ten. Maybe even fifteen. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "DAN, GOOD MORNIGN" | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x my gun" | ||||
Floyd | Old faithful, with the emphasis on the "old" part. And faithful Floyd | doesn't necessarily mean accurate. Floyd | Floyd | A crowd starts to gather around you and the corpse. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy comes running past you from the north. He stops for a Floyd | second, looks at Roy's stiff, and raises his eyebrows. "Oooh. Dead Floyd | guy." Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "ps/GN/NG/" | |||
| maga says, "(if memory serves, though, there's not much that you can do before you shoot the guy)" | ||||
| schep says, "(I thought there actually was some way to not kill him and not be killed...)" | ||||
| Bert says, "THREATEN BYSTANDERS" | ||||
| maga exclaims, "roy's stiff? that's not a sight appropriate for children!" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "dan, good morning" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "morning". Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says (to maga), "They've gotta learn somewhere." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "dan, hello" | ||||
Floyd | Old Dan doesn't pay any particular attention to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to schep), "We could restart." | |||
| Bert asks, "And if not the street, then where?" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "threaten boy" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "threaten". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | also carrying a skeleton key and your six-shooter. Floyd | Floyd | Bobby comes running after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | More people come out onto the street to see what happened. They see Floyd | the body. Some of them point at you and begin talking to each other in Floyd | low voices. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy goes running off to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "EAT KEY" | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "eat key" | ||||
Floyd | You can't eat the skeleton key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "put my gun in holster" | ||||
Floyd | You put your six-shooter in the holster. Floyd | Floyd | Bobby chases off after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | You hear someone saying to you: "Look, partner. I dunno what your Floyd | beef with ole Roy here was, but you best be getting outta here before Floyd | the Sheriff shows up." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "GET ALL FROM ROY" | ||||
Floyd | Roy Heffer isn't here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "GET ALL FROM CORPSE" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing to get. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy comes running past you from the south. He stops for a Floyd | second, looks at Roy's stiff, and raises his eyebrows. "Oooh. Dead Floyd | guy." Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Heh. He is no longer Roy." | |||
| Bert says, "The Roy that was." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "That's deep. Or just a programming work-around." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, so maybe we're going to get shot now." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "By the sherrif." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | Roy Heffer's body: Only if you want to be spotted carting a dead body Floyd | around town. Not recommended. Floyd | gathering crowd: You can't take that. Floyd | Little Jimmy: Little Jimmy probably wouldn't be too big on that idea. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "And then we'll have to shoot him." | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Where will it end?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Can we get Roy's gun?" | ||||
| schep says, "we did" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "huh" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get gun" | ||||
Floyd | You pull your six-shooter out of your holster. Floyd | Floyd | Bobby comes running after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy goes running off to the north. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the east. Floyd | Floyd | (Old Dan has to make an effort to swagger around Roy's body.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, cheerfully chomping on some sticky taffy. Floyd | Roy Heffer's rapidly cooling body is here. Floyd | A crowd is gathering around the corpse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "shoot crowd" | ||||
Floyd | You let go a shot, but it misses. Doesn't matter, anyway. Even if Floyd | you'd hit somebody, the rest of the crowd would still swarm around and Floyd | proceed to beat the ever-lovin' crap outta you, leaving you a bloody, Floyd | lifeless pulp. Like they are at the moment, actually. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | maga says, "these wandering NPCs are getting on my nerves already" | |||
| DavidW asks, "So, we didn't act in self-defense?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to schep), "My." | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, cheerfully chomping on some sticky taffy. Floyd | Roy Heffer's rapidly cooling body is here. Floyd | A crowd is gathering around the corpse. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "eep. That wasn't." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "smell body" | ||||
Floyd | You don't smell anything unusual. Floyd | Floyd | Bobby comes running after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy goes running off to the north. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the east. Floyd | Floyd | (Old Dan has to make an effort to swagger around Roy's body.) Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "shoot 'em in the feet, see if they're still keen on wanderin'" | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x dan" | ||||
Floyd | Old Dan looks like he's been on a bit of a bender. One that's lasted Floyd | about twenty years, to be honest. His body looks like it's had the Floyd | hell beaten out of it time and time again. But there's something about Floyd | his eyes that--if they would just take a second to focus--seems like Floyd | there's wisdom hidden somewhere deep in their murky depths. Floyd | Floyd | Bobby chases off after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Bert), "Aw." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "crowd, dance" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "dance". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | also carrying a skeleton key and Roy's gun. Tucked in your holster is Floyd | your six-shooter. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the west. Floyd | Floyd | (Old Dan has to make an effort to swagger around Roy's body.) Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Ah - we have his gun." | |||
| schep says, "yeah, I picked it up" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tell dan about roy" | ||||
Floyd | Old Dan doesn't seem particularly interested in what you have to say Floyd | about Roy Heffer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "talk to dan" | ||||
Floyd | Old Dan is listening. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask dan about roy" | ||||
Floyd | "Once in a while Roy'd buy me drink or something. Didja have to go and Floyd | kill him, of all people?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "no" | ||||
Floyd | That was a rhetorical question. (Although you sound rather negative.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Nitku says (to floyd), "ask dan about himself" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean Old Dan.) Floyd | "I just don't know anything about that, cowboy. How's about buying me Floyd | a drink anyway?" Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Man, this is Alchy Town." | |||
| Bert says, "Well. Old Dan is, anyhow." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "follow dan" | ||||
Floyd | Which way did he go? Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Either we should wait for the sheriff ('cause we believe we're in the right), or run away, or go find the girl this was all about." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Bert), "And us, and Roy." | ||||
| schep says, "yeah, Dan is The Town Drunk." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Ah." | ||||
| Bert asks, "Were Roy and we drunk?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, we could shoot Dan." | ||||
| Nitku says, "clever response from the parser" | Jacqueline says (to Bert), "Well, we were hung-over." | |||
| schep says, "we were drunk last night" | ||||
| Bert says, "(That's just grammatically Bad.)" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "And Roy appears to have been on a twenty-year bender." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh wait." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "That was Dan." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Gotcha" | ||||
| schep says, "no, that's Dan again" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "So it's just us and Dan. Maybe we SHOULD buy him a drink, then." | ||||
| Bert says, "Roy has a different excuse for being laid out flat in the street." | ||||
| maga exclaims, "sing! dance!" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "sing" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "sing". Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We should go into the saloon in any case. Find out what happened." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Roy Heffer's rapidly cooling body is here. Floyd | A crowd is gathering around the corpse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Floyd | Grady studies you as you come in. "Plannin' on paying your bill Floyd | anytime soon?" Floyd | Floyd | You watch under the swinging doors as several sets of boots show up. Floyd | The Sheriff's deputies have come looking for you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "no" | ||||
Floyd | That was a rhetorical question. (Although you sound rather negative.) Floyd | Floyd | > | maga asks, "have we tried X ME?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | (in the mirror) Floyd | Shouldn't have done that. You look like hell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask dan about sherrif" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "sherrif". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "break mirror" | ||||
Floyd | Venting your frustrations on the mirror won't accomplish much. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask grady about sherriff" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "sherriff". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask grady about woman" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anybody like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "I know there's a spelling of that word somewhere in the world." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ask grady about sheriff" | ||||
Floyd | Grady doesn't seem to know anything about Sheriff Argyle. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "And that would be it." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heehee" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask grady about roy" | ||||
Floyd | Grady shrugs. "I'm glad you plugged him. Just don't spread the rumors Floyd | of my joy around. After what that son of a bitch did to this town? Floyd | Him and his cattle-stealing old man? Good goddamn riddance." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask grady for reward" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "reward". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask grady about Roy's father." | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "father". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask grady about Roy's old man." | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen any "roy's old", nor are you likely to, even if such a Floyd | thing exists. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x horseshoes" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "horseshoes". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x horseshoe" | ||||
Floyd | Your basic lucky-charm horseshoe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask grady about last night" | ||||
Floyd | "Forget it, dustball. After that trouble you caused in here last Floyd | night--winding up with wasting some guy on the street outside my Floyd | place?--you ain't getting another drink in here." Floyd | Grady shrugs. "I'm glad you plugged him. Just don't spread the rumors Floyd | of my joy around. After what that son of a bitch did to this town? Floyd | Him and his cattle-stealing old man? Good goddamn riddance." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ask grady about drink" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask grady about dan" | ||||
Floyd | "Old Dan?" Grady shakes his head. "When he's got money, he's my best Floyd | customer. When he doesn't, like almost always, he's a pain in my ass." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says, "some one forgot a break statement" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask grady for a drink" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x bar" | ||||
Floyd | You don't need to refer to that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x mirror" | ||||
Floyd | (in the mirror) Floyd | Shouldn't have done that. You look like hell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "buy drink" | ||||
Floyd | "Forget it, dustball. After that trouble you caused in here last Floyd | night--winding up with wasting some guy on the street outside my Floyd | place?--you ain't getting another drink in here." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "sell gun" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "sell". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x pants" | ||||
Floyd | As much as you like them, style probably shouldn't be your number one Floyd | concern right now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "buy mirror" | ||||
Floyd | Normally you'd have to be in a store to buy something. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "shoot grady" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the trigger and shoot Grady. He falls to the ground, twitches Floyd | a couple of times, then lies there, getting cold. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "the heck" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Wow, yay." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "remove pants" | ||||
Floyd | As much as you like them, style probably shouldn't be your number one Floyd | concern right now. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the west. Floyd | Floyd | Grady looks up from behind the bar as Old Dan wanders in. "Out!" he Floyd | says, pointing toward the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "awww" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to David), "I was just seein'" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "twitch" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "twitch". Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Poor Dan." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "buy drink for dan" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "kiss dan" | ||||
Floyd | Old Dan doesn't seem to share your affection. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "go up." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs hallway Floyd | Rooms on all sides of the landing--their doors closed and probably Floyd | locked. The stairs go back downstairs to the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | The stairs end here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x doors" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "doors". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | The room door is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the room door.) Floyd | The room door is locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "unlock it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the room door.) Floyd | (with the skeleton key) Floyd | Unlocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "enter it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the room door.) Floyd | (opening the room door first) Floyd | As you open the door, it bangs against an empty whiskey bottle that had Floyd | rolled against it. The bottle skitters away into the corner of the Floyd | room. Floyd | Floyd | Your hotel room Floyd | Not too fancy, but then you get what you pay for. A bed with a Floyd | mattress that was, as you vaguely remember it, rather wooden. A wash Floyd | basin and mirror along one wall. Curtains closed, covering the single Floyd | small window. Floyd | Looks like someone slipped a piece of paper under the door while you Floyd | were out. Floyd | In the corner of the room is a whiskey bottle, empty and discarded. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "We have a skeleton key?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "remove pants" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "We do." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x paper" | ||||
Floyd | "Meet me at the stable at 10:00. Floyd | Floyd | - S." Floyd | Floyd | (Not like you have any memory of who S. is.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "time" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "time". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "smell bottle" | ||||
Floyd | One whiff of the old Dr. Vita-Vim's (even the empty bottle) is enough Floyd | to set your head a-spinning. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bottle" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "spin bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "spin". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "time" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "time". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Hm. Wonder if there's normallly a time in the status bar." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "enter bed" | ||||
Floyd | You can't get on the bed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "look under it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the bed.) Floyd | You don't find anything under the bed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x mattress" | ||||
Floyd | Looking at the bed doesn't bring back any fond memories of comfortable Floyd | sleep. The bedsheet is still in a crumpled heap at the foot of the Floyd | bed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "search it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the bed.) Floyd | You don't find anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "wear sheet" | ||||
Floyd | You can't wear the bedsheet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bedsheet" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open curtains" | ||||
Floyd | Opened. Through the closed window you can just peek around the corner Floyd | of the hotel enough to see Main Street below. You see a gang of Floyd | deputies waiting in front of the saloon--waiting for you, that is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x deputies" | ||||
Floyd | The Sheriff's deputies aren't here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open window" | ||||
Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "leap through window" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take paper" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "eat oaoer" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "oaoer". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "eat paper" | ||||
Floyd | You can't eat the handwritten note. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie sheet to window" | ||||
Floyd | You can't tie the bedsheet to the small window. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "enter window" | ||||
Floyd | You're on the second floor, and the ground looks kinda hard. Not Floyd | exactly the perfect jumping scenario. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "I'd like to save and go talk to the deputies. Or maybe talk to them and be prepared to restart." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie sheet to bed" | ||||
Floyd | You can't tie the bedsheet to the bed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf-spur-1" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "cf1". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tear sheet" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "tear". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your hotel room Floyd | Not too fancy, but then you get what you pay for. A bed with a Floyd | mattress that was, as you vaguely remember it, rather wooden. A wash Floyd | basin and mirror along one wall. Curtains open, revealing the single Floyd | small window and Main Street below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "laugh. cry." | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "laugh". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh hey, the save prompt is working on this game." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, whoa lag." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under mattress" | ||||
Floyd | You don't find anything under the bed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x basin" | ||||
Floyd | The wash basin looks just like you would expect. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "s/game/interpreter/" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter window" | ||||
Floyd | You're on the second floor, and the ground looks kinda hard. Not Floyd | exactly the perfect jumping scenario. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "No, this game." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take mattress" | ||||
Floyd | You can't take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, ";Um." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, I mean both, actually." | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "throw mattress out window" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen any "mattress out", nor are you likely to, even if Floyd | such a thing exists. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put mattress in window" | ||||
Floyd | You can't do that with the small window. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "OK, you're the boss, I guess." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "It wouldn't prompt us for a save file name last week, though it did save." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Anyway, unimportant." | ||||
| schep says, "yes, it did prompt us." | ||||
| Bert asks, "Would it be rude to argue with you?" | ||||
| schep says, "just only after we input the filename" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to schep), "heh" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "throw mattress" | ||||
Floyd | You're not holding that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "That's exactly what I mean - it didn't ask for a file name, but let's let it go." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter window with mattress" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "hm. The mattress doesn't appear to be mobile. Perhaps we're not meant to leave via the window?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tie sheet to bed" | ||||
Floyd | You can't tie the bedsheet to the bed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tie sheet" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to be a little more specific about what you'd like to tie Floyd | the bedsheet to. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your hotel room Floyd | Not too fancy, but then you get what you pay for. A bed with a Floyd | mattress that was, as you vaguely remember it, rather wooden. A wash Floyd | basin and mirror along one wall. Curtains open, revealing the single Floyd | small window and Main Street below. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "tie sheet to curtain" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x basin" | ||||
Floyd | The wash basin looks just like you would expect. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "did you tear the sheet?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tear sheet" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "tear". Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to inky), "couldn't" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "rip sheet" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "rip". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||||
Floyd | Through the open window you can just peek around the corner of the Floyd | hotel enough to see Main Street below. You see a gang of deputies Floyd | waiting in front of the saloon--waiting for you, that is. As you stick Floyd | your head out the open window, you see a drainpipe running along the Floyd | outside of the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie sheet to curtain" | ||||
Floyd | You can't tie the bedsheet to the curtains. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x drainpipe" | ||||
Floyd | The sturdy pipe is attached to the side of the building. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tie sheet to it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the drainpipe.) Floyd | You tie the bedsheet to the drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to David), "Re: leaving via the window, I dunno. Remember how hard we worked to get out the window in Lord Bellwater's Secret a few weeks back..." | |||
| inky says, "excellent" | ||||
| DavidW says, "ah. I missed the drainpipe." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Ah - woot" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "climb drainpipe" | ||||
Floyd | That wouldn't help you--the pipe doesn't go all the way to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "enter drainpipe" | ||||
Floyd | You can't enter the drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb sheet" | ||||
Floyd | As you climb down the bedsheet, it starts to rip. One small piece of Floyd | cloth tears away and flutters down below you. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | The small piece of cloth from the bedsheet is lying on the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "enter bottle. pour bottle into drainpipe" | ||||
Floyd | You can't enter the whiskey bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take cloth" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the scrap of cloth.) Floyd | The piece of cloth is about the size of a handkerchief. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "blow nose" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "nose". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear cloth" | ||||
Floyd | You can't wear the scrap of cloth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x barrels" | ||||
Floyd | Messing around the barrels will not get you anywhere. Honestly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x shed" | ||||
Floyd | Your basic slats-thrown-together storage shed. One door, which is Floyd | closed. One window, which is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean Grady's storage shed.) Floyd | The shed door is locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open window" | ||||
Floyd | You can't do that with the shed window. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "break it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the shed window.) Floyd | With what? Your hand? Not too damn likely. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "unlock shed" | ||||
Floyd | You're not holding any key that fits. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||||
Floyd | Through the window, you can see an assortment of tools and various Floyd | other implements, including a ten-foot ladder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "break it with cloth" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the shed window.) Floyd | Not with that, you won't. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "break it with gun" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the shed window.) Floyd | The glass shatters with a crash. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Nice" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "enter window" | ||||
Floyd | The window is just a little too small to fit through, not to mention Floyd | the fact that you'd probably hack yourself to death on the broken Floyd | glass. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Maybe." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "put cloth on window" | ||||
Floyd | You can't do that with the shed window. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get ladder" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "reach in window" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "reach". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "look through window" | ||||
Floyd | Through the broken window, you can see an assortment of tools and Floyd | various other implements, including a ten-foot ladder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||||
Floyd | You're not holding any key that fits. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "unlock door through window" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "put cloth in window" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You can't do that with the shed window. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get ladder" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get glass" | ||||
Floyd | You can't take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "clean glass" | K-Y says, "This syntax is pretty wishful thinking for 1997" | |||
Floyd | You can't use the word "clean". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "open barrel" | ||||
Floyd | You can't do that with the wooden barrels. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, ">FENESTRATE ME" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bedsheet" | ||||
Floyd | Except that the bedsheet is tied to the drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the bedsheet.) Floyd | Pulling the bedsheet doesn't get you anywhere. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the bedsheet.) Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put cloth on glass" | ||||
Floyd | Which glass do you mean, the whiskey bottle or the shed window? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "window" | ||||
Floyd | You can't do that with the shed window. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cover glass with cloth" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "cover". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | Verbose descriptions. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "notify on" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "notify". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | As in, you'd like to know how you're doing, right? Floyd | Floyd | Well, although you did wind up killing Roy Heffer, it was in self Floyd | defense. Floyd | Floyd | On the bright side, you figured out a way to slip out of your hotel Floyd | room unnoticed. Floyd | Floyd | That's what you've managed to get done so far. Not exactly a Floyd | spectacular start to the day. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Wait, I thought the reason we saved was so schep could go check out the deputies." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Neat way to do the score command." | ||||
| schep says, "we could go walk out to Main St." | ||||
| Bert says, "Yeah. I wish more games would do that." | ||||
| K-Y says (to Floyd), "west" | ||||
Floyd | You find a foothold on the stack of barrels and clamber over. Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | To the south, you can see a gang of deputies lounging around outside Floyd | Grady's Saloon--presumably waiting for you. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, cheerfully chomping on some sticky taffy. Floyd | Bobby is here, jumping up and down in place. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy goes running off to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "ooh, hostages" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "haha" | ||||
| DavidW says, "no, I bet the taffy is important." | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "take bobby" | ||||
Floyd | Bobby probably wouldn't be too big on that idea. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to DW), "Good point." | |||
| DavidW says, "some 'gum on a stick' puzzle." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask bobby for taffy" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Bobby ignores you as if he didn't even hear you. Floyd | Floyd | Bobby chases off after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | As you arrive, the deputies jump up from where they've been waiting for Floyd | you, grab you, and push you to the ground. They quickly shackle your Floyd | hands before hauling you back to your feet. Time to go see the Floyd | Sheriff... Floyd | Floyd | ...and the gallows. Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | To the south, you can see a gang of deputies lounging around outside Floyd | Grady's Saloon--presumably waiting for you. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "shouldn't we meet "S" in the stable?" | |||
| Bert says, "Friendly bunch." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Bert), "heh" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | (opening the heavy stable door first) Floyd | With a grunt, you heave the stable door open. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy comes running past you from the north. Floyd | Floyd | Stable Floyd | Smells musty, just like every other stable you've ever been in. Floyd | There's a meager half-light drifting down from a window in the loft Floyd | overhead, and the stable door leads back out onto Main Street to the Floyd | southeast. If anybody in this town owned a horse, this is where they'd Floyd | keep it. Floyd | The gate to one of the stalls to the north is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to DW), "Sure. Wish we knew what time it was." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "grunt" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "grunt". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x stall" | ||||
Floyd | The stall gate is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the stall gate.) Floyd | The gate swings open with a creak. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x stall" | ||||
Floyd | The stall gate is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "search it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the stall gate.) Floyd | You don't find anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stall Floyd | Any question as to where the musty odor of the stable is coming from Floyd | is answered by coming in here--the pile of old hay on the ground was Floyd | probably due for a changing a couple of weeks ago. A few Floyd | long-since-used pieces of leather tack--a bridle and saddle among Floyd | them--hang on the wall. The stall door to the south is open. Floyd | Standing sullenly in the corner of the stall is an old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "look under mare" | ||||
Floyd | You don't find anything under the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask mare about s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't do that with the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "show note to mare" | ||||
Floyd | Showing a handwritten note to the old black mare doesn't accomplish a Floyd | whole lot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x mare" | ||||
Floyd | Built neither for comfort, nor for speed. This aging mount would Floyd | probably be happiest if you just left it alone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pet mare" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "pet". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "search hay" | ||||
Floyd | None of that stuff is likely to be of any use to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get hay" | ||||
Floyd | None of that stuff is likely to be of any use to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Hm, I always hate that type of reply." | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "steal mare" | ||||
Floyd | You can't take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride mare" | ||||
Floyd | You get on the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "But then, I guess it's well-intentioned to keep us from going up the wrong tree." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "mare, giddyup" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "giddyup". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride mare s" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen any "mare s", nor are you likely to, even if such a Floyd | thing exists. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | To walk, you will have to get off of the old black mare. Otherwise, Floyd | try "ride" or "gallop" and a direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stable, on an old black mare Floyd | Smells musty, just like every other stable you've ever been in. Floyd | There's a meager half-light drifting down from a window in the loft Floyd | overhead, and the stable door leads back out onto Main Street to the Floyd | southeast. If anybody in this town owned a horse, this is where they'd Floyd | keep it. Floyd | The gate to the stall to the north is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "You didn't saddle it or use a bridle." | |||
| maga says (to DW), "we're too rootin' and tootin' for that" | ||||
| Bert asks, "Wanna go back for them?" | ||||
| schep asks, "were there any available?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "We probably won't know where to ride to until we see "S"." | ||||
| DavidW says (to schep), "On the wall." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stall, on an old black mare Floyd | Any question as to where the musty odor of the stable is coming from Floyd | is answered by coming in here--the pile of old hay on the ground was Floyd | probably due for a changing a couple of weeks ago. A few Floyd | long-since-used pieces of leather tack--a bridle and saddle among Floyd | them--hang on the wall. The stall door to the south is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | You can't take the old black mare while you're on it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get tack" | ||||
Floyd | None of that stuff is likely to be of any use to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get saddle" | ||||
Floyd | None of that stuff is likely to be of any use to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "saddle mare" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen any "saddle mare", nor are you likely to, even if such Floyd | a thing exists. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "um" | |||
| DavidW says, "oh. Perhaps I was wrong." | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get bridle" | ||||
Floyd | None of that stuff is likely to be of any use to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x saddle" | ||||
Floyd | None of that stuff is likely to be of any use to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga asks, "check the horse. Is she already saddled for some mysterious reason?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "/world test" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "/world". Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Whoops." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x mare" | ||||
Floyd | Built neither for comfort, nor for speed. This aging mount would Floyd | probably be happiest if you just left it alone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stable, on an old black mare Floyd | Smells musty, just like every other stable you've ever been in. Floyd | There's a meager half-light drifting down from a window in the loft Floyd | overhead, and the stable door leads back out onto Main Street to the Floyd | southeast. If anybody in this town owned a horse, this is where they'd Floyd | keep it. Floyd | The gate to the stall to the north is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "read note" | ||||
Floyd | "Meet me at the stable at 10:00. Floyd | Floyd | - S." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride s" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x watch" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You can't use the word "watch". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read sun" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see those. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street, on an old black mare Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy comes running past you from the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x sky" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "sky". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask jimmy about taffy" | ||||
Floyd | Little Jimmy sings: "I love taffy! I love taffy! I love taffy! I Floyd | love taffy!" Floyd | Floyd | Bobby comes running after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "(Am I the only one doing stuff?)" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "steal taffy" | ||||
Floyd | You can't reach the sticky taffy from the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Well, mostly, but not exclusively." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You get off of the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy goes running off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take taffy" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "steal taffy" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Maybe the deputies can't tackle us now that we're in an assault vehicle." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give bottle to dan" | ||||
Floyd | "It's empty. Don't tease me." Floyd | Floyd | Bobby chases off after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh, the little guy left." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get on mare" | ||||
Floyd | You get on the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy comes running past you from the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | To walk, you will have to get off of the old black mare. Otherwise, Floyd | try "ride" or "gallop" and a direction. Floyd | Floyd | Bobby comes running after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy goes running off to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street, on an old black mare Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, cheerfully chomping on some sticky taffy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "stand" | ||||
Floyd | You get off of the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | Bobby comes running after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy goes running off to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "curse jimmy" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "curse". Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "drat, the normal game does have a clock in the status bar. And it starts at 9:02." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Sorry, I can let you drive if you have something in mind." | ||||
| Bert says (to schep), "Ooops." | ||||
| Bert exclaims (at Jacq), "No, not at all!" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "boy howdy" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "boy". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to schep), "That's sort of what I figured." | |||
| Bert asks (of Jacq), "You got off to steal taffy from Jimmy, then got back on since Jimmy wasn't there, right?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We should save, btw." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Just in case." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Though I suspect this Hugo game won't crash." | ||||
| Bert says, "Since Jimmy walked up at that point, I tried to help by trying it again" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga asks (of schep), "urgh. so we have a time-sensitive puzzle and no way of telling the time?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Possibly, yeah." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, probably." | ||||
| K-Y says, "I remember this now" | ||||
| schep says, "time is one move per minute, so we almost certainly missed S." | ||||
| Bert says, "I guess we could just restart, rush to the stable as quickly as possible, and then wait there." | ||||
| schep says, "I just hope nobody refers to the clock again *after* that." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "turns" | ||||
Floyd | Better start with a verb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "count turns" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "count". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "what time is it" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "time". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "hm." | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "And the score doesn't give the number of moves, does it?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | As in, you'd like to know how you're doing, right? Floyd | Floyd | Well, although you did wind up killing Roy Heffer, it was in self Floyd | defense. Floyd | Floyd | On the bright side, you figured out a way to slip out of your hotel Floyd | room unnoticed. Floyd | Floyd | That's what you've managed to get done so far. Not exactly a Floyd | spectacular start to the day. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x sun" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see those. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Well, I still like the score format, but bah." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "status" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "status". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "diagnose" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "diagnose". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "clock" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "clock". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yeah, let's try restarting and rushing to the meeting." | |||
| schep says, "I'd be willing to shadow the ClubFloyd game in another window until we meet S." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to restart (YES or NO)? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In retrospect, maybe all that cheap whiskey last night in Grady's Floyd | wasn't such a brilliant idea. Not the way the evil, glowing orb of the Floyd | morning sun is burning a hole through your squinting eyes and right Floyd | into the back of your head. And especially since there's a guy with a Floyd | six-shooter on his belt, ready to draw, standing thirty feet away and Floyd | facing you. Your body keeps screaming at you that you should still be Floyd | in bed. The dimly lit cage of your memory tells you that all of this Floyd | has something to do with you standing up for some woman in the saloon Floyd | last night, and right now you wish like hell you could remember. Floyd | Floyd | No one ever said you were lucky, but you are... Floyd | Floyd | SPUR Floyd | A Western Misadventure by Kent Tessman (c) 1995-1997 Floyd | Written using the Hugo Compiler v2.5 Floyd | Release 9 04-27-99 Floyd | (New players should type "help".) Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to schep), "Good plan." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Thanks" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "help" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "help" | K-Y says, "I don't recall another reference to the time, but then I got stuck shortly after" | |||
| Bert pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Good question. Seems that you've found yourself in the middle of a Floyd | gunfight without a clue as to what's going on. You might want to get Floyd | used to it (the without a clue feeling) because it's not going to go Floyd | away anytime soon. Floyd | Floyd | The first order of business is to get out of the abovementioned Floyd | scrape--that's pretty much up to you. Now, chances are that as a Floyd | result of saving your hide, things are going to get kind of ugly, and Floyd | you may have to get into the habit of laying low, at least for a while. Floyd | That, too, is up to you. Floyd | Floyd | But things also aren't going to be that simple. Floyd | Floyd | You see, there's obviously a reason that you're standing on Main Street Floyd | with your hand dangling over your holster and some guy you barely know Floyd | facing you ten paces away and doing the same. At least there'd better Floyd | be. And if that's the case, you'd best be finding out what it is in a Floyd | hurry. Because, guaranteed, things are going to get a whole lot more Floyd | complicated before long. (You might want to keep in mind that you're Floyd | not exactly John Wayne here; expert marksman, quickest draw, and Floyd | all-round Western hero, you aren't.) Floyd | Floyd | And this--you think you're in a pickle now? Hell, partner. This is Floyd | only the beginning. | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot roy" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "q" | Bert says, "Oops." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "q" | ||||
Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Phew." | |||
| schep says, "(it was a nested menu)" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "kiss roy" | ||||
Floyd | Roy Heffer doesn't seem to share your affection. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot roy" | ||||
Floyd | Would help if you had your six-shooter in your hand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "draw" | ||||
Floyd | You pull your six-shooter out of your holster. Floyd | Floyd | Roy draws his six-shooter, yanking it from its holster and raising it Floyd | toward you... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot roy" | ||||
Floyd | You beat Roy to the trigger, shooting him through the heart just as he Floyd | is aiming at yours. (And surprising yourself while you're at it that Floyd | your old gun hit him--your aim must've been off.) Roy gasps, drops his Floyd | gun, and falls to the ground, dead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | Roy Heffer's body: Only if you want to be spotted carting a dead body Floyd | around town. Not recommended. Floyd | Roy's gun: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the south. Floyd | Floyd | (Old Dan has to make an effort to swagger around Roy's body.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Floyd | Grady studies you as you come in. "Plannin' on paying your bill Floyd | anytime soon?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "wave to grady" | ||||
Floyd | You wave. Nothing happens. Floyd | Floyd | Grady leafs through the hotel ledger. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs hallway Floyd | Rooms on all sides of the landing--their doors closed and probably Floyd | locked. The stairs go back downstairs to the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "unlock door. open it. w" | ||||
Floyd | (with the skeleton key) Floyd | Unlocked. Floyd | Floyd | (Assuming you mean the room door.) Floyd | As you open the door, it bangs against an empty whiskey bottle that had Floyd | rolled against it. The bottle skitters away into the corner of the Floyd | room. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Your hotel room Floyd | Not too fancy, but then you get what you pay for. A bed with a Floyd | mattress that was, as you vaguely remember it, rather wooden. A wash Floyd | basin and mirror along one wall. Curtains closed, covering the single Floyd | small window. Floyd | Looks like someone slipped a piece of paper under the door while you Floyd | were out. Floyd | In the corner of the room is a whiskey bottle, empty and discarded. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | handwritten note: Taken. Floyd | whiskey bottle: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get sheet. open curtain. open window" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x bed" | ||||
Floyd | Looking at the bed doesn't bring back any fond memories of comfortable Floyd | sleep. The bedsheet is still in a crumpled heap at the foot of the Floyd | bed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get sheet" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open curtain. open window" | ||||
Floyd | Opened. Through the closed window you can just peek around the corner Floyd | of the hotel enough to see Main Street below. Roy Heffer's body is Floyd | lying in the middle of it, surrounded by a rubbernecking crowd. Floyd | Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tie sheet to drainpipe" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the bedsheet to the drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "climb sheet. get cloth" | ||||
Floyd | As you climb down the bedsheet, it starts to rip. One small piece of Floyd | cloth tears away and flutters down below you. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | The small piece of cloth from the bedsheet is lying on the ground. Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You find a foothold on the stack of barrels and clamber over. Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | To the south, you can see a gang of deputies lounging around outside Floyd | Grady's Saloon--presumably waiting for you. Floyd | Bobby is here, jumping up and down in place. Floyd | Floyd | Bobby chases off after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | (opening the heavy stable door first) Floyd | With a grunt, you heave the stable door open. Floyd | Floyd | Stable Floyd | Smells musty, just like every other stable you've ever been in. Floyd | There's a meager half-light drifting down from a window in the loft Floyd | overhead, and the stable door leads back out onto Main Street to the Floyd | southeast. If anybody in this town owned a horse, this is where they'd Floyd | keep it. Floyd | The gate to one of the stalls to the north is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf3" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "That's about all we'd accomplished, right/" | |||
| schep says, "that and breaking the shed window" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of schep), "What time is it?" | ||||
| schep says, "I have 9:21, though I don't think I matched perfectly." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open gate. n" | ||||
Floyd | The gate swings open with a creak. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Stall Floyd | Any question as to where the musty odor of the stable is coming from Floyd | is answered by coming in here--the pile of old hay on the ground was Floyd | probably due for a changing a couple of weeks ago. A few Floyd | long-since-used pieces of leather tack--a bridle and saddle among Floyd | them--hang on the wall. The stall door to the south is open. Floyd | Standing sullenly in the corner of the stall is an old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Should be ballpark." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride mare. ride s" | ||||
Floyd | You get on the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Stable, on an old black mare Floyd | The gate to the stall to the north is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | Verbose descriptions. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "So. Either A) She's already in here." | |||
| Bert says, "B) She will be entering through a secret back entrance." | ||||
| Nitku goes home. | Bert says, "C) She will magically appear in the stable at the right time." | |||
| Taleslinger asks, "hey folks! did i miss<much?" | ||||
| Bert says, "Or D) She will have to come in via the front entrance, meaning we can safely wait for her outside." | ||||
| schep says, "she? and what's wrong with the front .. oh" | ||||
| inky says (to Taleslinger), "we just shot a guy" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I'm betting C." | ||||
| schep says, "yeah, only 35 minutes to waste" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street, on an old black mare Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | To the south, you can see a gang of deputies lounging around outside Floyd | Grady's Saloon--presumably waiting for you. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy comes running past you from the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street, on an old black mare Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | As you arrive, the deputies jump up from where they've been waiting for Floyd | you, grab you, and push you to the ground. They quickly shackle your Floyd | hands before hauling you back to your feet. Time to go see the Floyd | Sheriff... Floyd | Floyd | ...and the gallows. Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street, on an old black mare Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | To the south, you can see a gang of deputies lounging around outside Floyd | Grady's Saloon--presumably waiting for you. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, cheerfully chomping on some sticky taffy. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "I guess they can still tackle us with horse." | |||
| K-Y says (to Floyd), "ride w" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get off" | ||||
Floyd | Empty lot, on an old black mare Floyd | Standing where you are, in the middle of a thicket of weeds, you're Floyd | faced by a wall of impenetrable brush to the north. Just to the right Floyd | of the trees, to the northeast, is the entrance the local stable. Back Floyd | east is Main Street. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy comes running past you from the east. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You get off of the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | Bobby comes running after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get taffy" | ||||
Floyd | Little Jimmy bawls as you grab his candy. "Give me back my taffy! Floyd | Gimme gimme!" he hollers as he stamps his feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get on mare" | ||||
Floyd | You get on the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride nw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Empty lot, on an old black mare Floyd | Standing where you are, in the middle of a thicket of weeds, you're Floyd | faced by a wall of impenetrable brush to the north. Just to the right Floyd | of the trees, to the northeast, is the entrance the local stable. Back Floyd | east is Main Street. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride ne" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "(K-Y went west)" | |||
| Bert says, "Oh, aha." | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "wait, why are the cops chasing us?" | ||||
| Bert | inky says (to Taleslinger), "we just shot a guy" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We're a murderer. Sorta." | ||||
| schep says, "because we shot a guy on turn 2 or 3" | ||||
| * Doe has joined the channel. | ||||
| K-Y says, "I don't remember how to do this now" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | To walk, you will have to get off of the old black mare. Otherwise, Floyd | try "ride" or "gallop" and a direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street, on an old black mare Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | To the south, you can see a gang of deputies lounging around outside Floyd | Grady's Saloon--presumably waiting for you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stable, on an old black mare Floyd | Smells musty, just like every other stable you've ever been in. Floyd | There's a meager half-light drifting down from a window in the loft Floyd | overhead, and the stable door leads back out onto Main Street to the Floyd | southeast. If anybody in this town owned a horse, this is where they'd Floyd | keep it. Floyd | The gate to the stall to the north is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks (of schep), "How are we for time?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "eat taffy" | ||||
Floyd | You nibble at the sticky taffy. It's not too bad. Gums up your mouth Floyd | and fingers pretty good while you're at it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | schep says, "about 9:32" | |||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. You are also carrying a skeleton key, two Floyd | pistols (your six-shooter and Roy's gun), a handwritten note, a scrap Floyd | of cloth, and some sticky taffy. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "also, the score makes it sound like we could maybe avoid killing him, doesn't it?" | |||
| schep says, "but I didn't get the taffy (those kids are random)" | ||||
| inky says, "(I don't remember how linear this game is)" | ||||
| Bert asks, "Do you want to try?" | ||||
| inky says, "well, I don't actually have any ideas" | ||||
| Bert asks, "Shoot him in the hand?" | ||||
| inky asks, "we should meet the S person first and see who they are, shouldn't we?" | ||||
| Bert asks, "Shoot something which by sheer chance just happens to be precariously suspended over his head?" | ||||
| inky says, "hee hee" | ||||
| inky says, "those both seem like good suggestions" | ||||
| Bert asks, "Shoot his gun?" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "wait for s" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "wait" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "I know I tried to not kill him before and all this seems familiar, so it's probably the only path" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "g.g.g" | ||||
Floyd | Better start with a verb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "z.z.z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | A woman slips into the stable behind you. She stands off to the side, Floyd | almost in the shadows, regarding you warily. She looks vaguely Floyd | familiar. Floyd | Floyd | The woman seems relieved. "Good. I wasn't sure if you'd actually Floyd | come," she says. Floyd | Floyd | She goes to the stable door and looks outside, making sure that the two Floyd | of you are alone before she closes it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "kiss woman" | ||||
Floyd | She pushes you away. "Hey, hayseed. I don't know what you think Floyd | you've got coming for helping me out, but if that's it, you can just Floyd | forget it." Floyd | Floyd | "That must mean you remember what I told you last night in Grady's, Floyd | right? About Glen Heffer? I mean before his bastard son showed up and Floyd | started causing trouble." Floyd | Floyd | That's when it hits you: this is the woman for whose honor--directly Floyd | or indirectly--you ended up in a gunfight this morning. Sarah or Floyd | Sandra or Samantha or something like that. Sarah. That's right: Floyd | Sarah. Whew. Nice memory on you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x sarah" | ||||
Floyd | Sarah's long brown hair is tucked up under her wide-brimmed cowboy hat. Floyd | There's a look of seriousness about her face, and strain, as if she's Floyd | got a little bit too much to deal with right now. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "what, we killed a guy for her and we don't get any smoochies?" | |||
| DavidW says, "not that kind of game, I guess" | ||||
| Bert says, "I think she contractually obligated to withhold them until the end of the story." | ||||
| Sargent arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | maga says, "maybe if we shaved up real purdy" | |||
| inky says, "hee hee" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about glen" | ||||
Floyd | "I guess he can add kidnapper and blackmailer to his list of Floyd | accomplishments, right after thief, murderer, and son-of-a-bitch." Floyd | Floyd | Sarah looks at you skeptically again. "Okay. Here's what you have to Floyd | do," she says. "You've got a horse. Good. You know the road going Floyd | east just north of town? Ride east, all the way to the end. You'll Floyd | know when you're there because you'll find me waiting for you." Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "ask sarah about last night" | |||
| Bert says, "Man. My list of accomplishments only includes 'murderer and window-climber'." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about last night" | ||||
Floyd | Sarah doesn't seem to know anything about last night. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah's face softens a little, and some of her tough facade fades away. Floyd | Floyd | "Look, I don't know if you're a hero or just not very smart or what. Floyd | It was more than enough that you stood up for me against Roy. Now Floyd | this. It's probably more than I can ask, but...thank you." Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says (to Sarah), "You and me both, babe." | |||
| inky says (to Bert), "hee hee" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about len" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "len". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about glen" | ||||
Floyd | "I guess he can add kidnapper and blackmailer to his list of Floyd | accomplishments, right after thief, murderer, and son-of-a-bitch." Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "my" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about roy" | ||||
Floyd | "Last night in Grady's? Last night Roy knew exactly what I was talking Floyd | about, about Uncle Bucky. Today? Well, today I'm glad you shot him." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about bucky" | ||||
Floyd | "He may be a little strange, but, hey, he's my uncle, and he's dear to Floyd | me--and it's not just because he's got a lot of money. But I'm not Floyd | going to let that rotten snake Glen Heffer force me into coming up with Floyd | ransom money--Uncle Bucky wouldn't want that." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "tell sarah about deputies" | ||||
Floyd | Sarah doesn't seem particularly interested in what you have to say Floyd | about the Sheriff's deputies. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "tell sarah about sheriff" | ||||
Floyd | Sarah doesn't seem particularly interested in what you have to say Floyd | about Sheriff Argyle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about grady" | ||||
Floyd | "Hmmm. I don't really know him that well. Doesn't seem like the Floyd | happiest guy, though, does he?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about hildegarde" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "hildegarde". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about mare" | ||||
Floyd | Sarah doesn't seem to know anything about the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah moves to the door. "I've got to go now. I'll see you there." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about buffy" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "buffy". Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Wait, see us *where*, precisely?" | |||
| schep says, "along the east road" | ||||
| Bert says, "East end of the road north of town." | ||||
| DavidW says, "End of the east road, north of town" | ||||
| Bert asks, "Did she say when?" | ||||
| schep says, "no, thankfully" | ||||
| Bert says, "Hee." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heehee" | ||||
| Bert asks, "Do we want to prepare in town, or just head out?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, let's save, then ride." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf4" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "mosey" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "mosey". Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "What kind of a Western is this?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | To walk, you will have to get off of the old black mare. Otherwise, Floyd | try "ride" or "gallop" and a direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street, on an old black mare Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | To the south, you can see a gang of deputies lounging around outside Floyd | Grady's Saloon--presumably waiting for you. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of town, on an old black mare Floyd | You can still see Tumbleweed Flats behind you where the road curves Floyd | around from the south. A dead, rotted tree stands here, marking the Floyd | memory of the last living thing between here and where the road Floyd | disappears into the eastern distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Bert), "heh" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x tree" | ||||
Floyd | The tree is now gray and rotted. It marks the point where the road Floyd | comes up from the southwest and turns east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | To walk, you will have to get off of the old black mare. Otherwise, Floyd | try "ride" or "gallop" and a direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road, on an old black mare Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | The old black mare continues plodding eastward... (Now would be a good Floyd | time to decide that a younger, stronger horse would be a good idea.) Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road, on an old black mare Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "hit horse" | ||||
Floyd | Venting your frustrations on the old black mare won't accomplish much. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Maybe give the taffy to the poor horse." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | The old black mare continues plodding eastward... Floyd | Common sense says this old mare ain't gonna make it. Common sense says Floyd | go back. Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road, on an old black mare Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "It's sugar, after all." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give taffy to horse" | ||||
Floyd | The kind gesture goes unnoticed by the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert exclaims, "She canna take much more o' this, Captain!" | |||
| schep says, "if we had any common sense, we might not be in this mess" | ||||
| Bert exclaims, "Is that a vote for kill the mare and restore? I think it is!" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | The old black mare continues plodding eastward... Floyd | The mare wheezes as she plods along. Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road, on an old black mare Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | The old black mare continues plodding eastward... Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road, on an old black mare Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | The old black mare continues plodding eastward... Floyd | In your wisdom, you have driven the old black mare past the point of Floyd | exhaustion. To be a little more exact (and graphic), the poor horse Floyd | suddenly collapses, moaning and wheezing, sending you tumbling to the Floyd | ground. Then she coughs her last and dies. Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "mare" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x mare" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x body" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x corpse" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Well, there goes my dinner, right into the ether." | |||
| inky says, "I assume we were flung forward into the next room" | ||||
| schep says, "hello Grunk" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "well, nothing to do now but head on" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You trudge back in the direction of town... Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "(Just checking for horpse corses.)" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You continue trudging eastward on foot... Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You continue trudging eastward on foot... Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You continue trudging eastward on foot... Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You continue trudging eastward on foot... Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You continue trudging eastward on foot... Floyd | (Having vastly overestimated your own ability to make this little Floyd | journey on your own, you collapse face-first onto the dirt road. And Floyd | then you stop breathing.) Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "eat taffy" | ||||
Floyd | You chomp down about half of the taffy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "eat taffy" | ||||
Floyd | You gobble the rest of the taffy. Yum. All gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You continue trudging eastward on foot... Floyd | (Having vastly overestimated your own ability to make this little Floyd | journey on your own, you collapse face-first onto the dirt road. And Floyd | then you stop breathing.) Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | inky says, "ok, uh" | |||
| schep says (to Sarah), "I guess it's the 'just stupid' option" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: | inky asks, "maybe we're supposed to bring water or food for the horse?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf4" | ||||
Floyd | Restored. Floyd | Floyd | Stable, on an old black mare Floyd | Smells musty, just like every other stable you've ever been in. Floyd | There's a meager half-light drifting down from a window in the loft Floyd | overhead, and the stable door leads back out onto Main Street to the Floyd | southeast. If anybody in this town owned a horse, this is where they'd Floyd | keep it. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | The gate to the stall to the north is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "or wait a turn in between making it ride?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about horse" | ||||
Floyd | Sarah doesn't seem to know anything about the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Sarah, of course, gets to the end of the east road via subway." | |||
| Bert says, "She's a friend of Jared." | ||||
| Bert says, "Well, time to explore." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Either we need another horse than this one, or upgrade it somehow. Food or adrenaline." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "dismount" | ||||
Floyd | You get off of the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah slips out of the stable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||||
Floyd | The hayloft is a good ten feet over your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "maybe we need a horse of a different color" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x loft" | ||||
Floyd | The hayloft is a good ten feet over your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hey, just the height of the ladder" | |||
| DavidW says, "oh ho" | ||||
| Bert says (to inky), "That seems a bit to unlikely of a coincidence to actually be significant." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Get one of the kids to climb in the window." | ||||
| DavidW says, "of the shed" | ||||
| Bert says, "I hope it doesn't turn out we missed some stuff in the saloon that we can't do now that we fell out the window." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | To the south, you can see a gang of deputies lounging around outside Floyd | Grady's Saloon--presumably waiting for you. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shout at deputies" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "can we not climb back up the sheet?" | |||
| Bert asks (of Spur), "No, but why should that stop us now?" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Knowing full well there's a way over the barrels and crates, you Floyd | clamber awkwardly over the stack... Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to inky), "no" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "climb sheet" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "lame" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | You scramble back up the bedsheet to the open window. Floyd | Floyd | Your hotel room Floyd | Not too fancy, but then you get what you pay for. A bed with a Floyd | mattress that was, as you vaguely remember it, rather wooden. A wash Floyd | basin and mirror along one wall. Curtains open, revealing the single Floyd | small window and Main Street below. Floyd | Through the open curtains, you can see your bedsheet fluttering from Floyd | where it is tied to the drainpipe outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "bah" | |||
| Bert says, "lame++" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "out.d.ask grady about horse" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | The alley is wedged between the hotel to the south and the shed to the Floyd | north; it basically runs a short ways east-west. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Whoops." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your hotel room Floyd | Not too fancy, but then you get what you pay for. A bed with a Floyd | mattress that was, as you vaguely remember it, rather wooden. A wash Floyd | basin and mirror along one wall. Curtains open, revealing the single Floyd | small window and Main Street below. Floyd | Through the open curtains, you can see your bedsheet fluttering from Floyd | where it is tied to the drainpipe outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs hallway Floyd | Rooms on all sides of the landing--their doors closed and probably Floyd | locked. The stairs go back downstairs to the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | You catch glimpses of boots underneath the swinging doors, walking Floyd | back and forth outside the saloon--the Sheriff's deputies, presumably Floyd | waiting for you. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask grady about horse" | ||||
Floyd | Grady doesn't seem to know anything about the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask grady about deputies" | ||||
Floyd | Grady doesn't seem to know anything about the Sheriff's deputies. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Perhaps a car." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ask grady about stable" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x horseshoe" | ||||
Floyd | Your basic lucky-charm horseshoe. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Or a bicycle." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ask grady about shed" | ||||
Floyd | "What? The shed is locked. What about it? Leave me alone. What have Floyd | you ever done for me?" Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the west. Floyd | Floyd | Grady looks up from behind the bar as Old Dan wanders in. "Out!" he Floyd | says, pointing toward the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask grady about ladder" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take horseshoe" | ||||
Floyd | You can't take that. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | You catch glimpses of boots underneath the swinging doors, walking Floyd | back and forth outside the saloon--the Sheriff's deputies, presumably Floyd | waiting for you. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask grady about horseshoe" | ||||
Floyd | "Hasn't done me much good. Need a new lucky charm." Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "I wonder if that is literally true" | |||
| Bert says (to W), "Whoops, sorry." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "maybe we should be talking to Old Dan?" | ||||
| inky says, "if we should find a clover or something" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask grady about lucky charm" | ||||
Floyd | "Hasn't done me much good. Need a new lucky charm." Floyd | Floyd | Grady leafs through the hotel ledger. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Perhaps we should cut off our right pinky finger and give it to Grady as a good luck charm." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask grady about clover" | DavidW asks, "Billiards room?" | |||
Floyd | You haven't seen any "clover", nor are you likely to, even if such a Floyd | thing exists. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask grady about glurgleblickzt" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "glurgleblickzt". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Billiards room Floyd | One measly pool table comprises the billiards room. That and a Floyd | heavily locked door behind which Grady stashes his liquor. Southeast Floyd | takes you back out into the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "I sense an involuntarily informative parser." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "take ball" | ||||
Floyd | You should probably be doing something else rather than messing around Floyd | with the billiards equipment. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hee hee" | |||
| DavidW says, "ah. If we can get liquor for Dan..." | ||||
| inky says, "then he'll shout "hoo-eee"" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | The locked door looks just like you would expect. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x table" | ||||
Floyd | Not a very fine specimen of the billiards world. One of the four legs Floyd | is shorter than the other three, giving the balls a tendency to roll Floyd | into the bottom right pocket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x bottom right pocket" | ||||
Floyd | The pool table pocket looks just like you would expect. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "search it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the pool table pocket.) Floyd | You don't find anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look in it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the pool table pocket.) Floyd | The pool table pocket is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hmm, weird" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||||
Floyd | The door is locked up as tight as anything you've ever seen. There's Floyd | no way in hell you're ever going to get it open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under table" | Jacqueline says, "I am picturing Dan as played by the same character who played the town drunk (Earl?) on the Andy Griffith Show." | |||
Floyd | You don't find anything under the pool table. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "That it would be mentioned but not significant?" | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x bottom left pocket" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "left". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "unlock door with skeleton key" | ||||
Floyd | The door is locked up as tight as anything you've ever seen. There's Floyd | no way in hell you're ever going to get it open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search table" | ||||
Floyd | You don't find anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shoot door" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the trigger, and--CLICK. Your six-shooter is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | A six-shooter like yours, but a lot nicer, to be honest. While you Floyd | paid about three bucks for yours, old Roy here--rest his soul, and all Floyd | that--must've dropped at least ten. Maybe even fifteen. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "I guess in some sense you're saving space by not having any conversation" | |||
| inky says, "er" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot door with roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | You put a bullet in the door. From the next room you hear Grady Floyd | holler: "What the Jesus are you doing in there?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Billiards room Floyd | One measly pool table comprises the billiards room. That and a Floyd | heavily locked door behind which Grady stashes his liquor. Southeast Floyd | takes you back out into the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert exclaims, "Nothing, mom! Don't come in!" | |||
| DavidW says, "ha ha ha" | ||||
| inky says, "surely this room must have some purpose" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm. Gotta go - see you later." | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look under table" | ||||
Floyd | You don't find anything under the pool table. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x balls" | ||||
Floyd | You should probably be doing something else rather than messing around Floyd | with the billiards equipment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x leg" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "leg". Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "bye J" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push table" | ||||
Floyd | Pushing the pool table doesn't get you anywhere. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lock" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks (of maga, Jacq), "You guys did actually turn on logging when Perry entered, right?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "stand on table" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "there are probably a few more places to see in town" | |||
| maga says (to Bert), "Jacq generally just copy-and-pastes a fuckton of scrollback" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "hm. Look behind the bar, maybe?" | ||||
| Bert says (to maga), "Yeah, but if she loses her connection..." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "look behind bar" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Floyd | Grady leafs through the hotel ledger. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "look behind bar" | ||||
Floyd | You don't need to refer to that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x ledger" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "ledger". Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "I guess maybe we should check out the store." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ask grady for key" | ||||
Floyd | Which key do you mean, the skeleton key or the shed key? Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Maybe they've got a sale on bicycles." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shed" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ask grady for shed key" | ||||
Floyd | "What? The shed is locked. What about it? Leave me alone. What have Floyd | you ever done for me?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask grady about favors" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "favors". Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "So maybe we can get the shed key if we give him a clover." | |||
| DavidW says, "I doubt we can reach the general store if the law is outside." | ||||
| Bert says, "And thus the ladder, and thus the lofty heights above the stable." | ||||
| Bert says (to W), "Hmm." | ||||
| Bert asks, "Backdoor?" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u. w. climb sheet" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs hallway Floyd | Rooms on all sides of the landing--their doors closed and probably Floyd | locked. The stairs go back downstairs to the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Your hotel room Floyd | Not too fancy, but then you get what you pay for. A bed with a Floyd | mattress that was, as you vaguely remember it, rather wooden. A wash Floyd | basin and mirror along one wall. Curtains open, revealing the single Floyd | small window and Main Street below. Floyd | Through the open curtains, you can see your bedsheet fluttering from Floyd | where it is tied to the drainpipe outside. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You find a foothold on the stack of barrels and clamber over. Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Hey, do you not see what I don't see?" | |||
| DavidW asks, "The kids?" | ||||
| maga says (to Jota), "I'm doing the logging this week" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "oh. No sheriff's men?" | ||||
| Bert says (to W), "That's what I'm thinking." | ||||
| Bert says, "Maybe we outwaited them." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | South end of Main Street Floyd | Standing here in the middle of Main Street, you are directly across Floyd | from the Tumbleweed Flats Sheriff's Department, which is directly to Floyd | the east. Not the safest place to hang out, perhaps, considering that Floyd | the gallows are right on the other side of the street--and you might as Floyd | well try and avoid that particular inevitability for as long as Floyd | possible. Might be a better idea to head north, back up Main Street. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf5" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Going south from here will get you nowhere. You really don't need any Floyd | more of that then you've already got. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Sheriff's building Floyd | Cramped quarters, actually. Barely room enough for the sheriff's Floyd | desk and a jail cell in the corner. Floyd | Sheriff Argyle is sitting behind his desk, munching on a sandwich and Floyd | reading "Strange Western Lawkeeper Tales". Floyd | Floyd | Argyle's eyes bulge out of his head as you stroll in. He drops his Floyd | sandwich. "Jumpin' Jehosophat! I mean...well, I mean, aren't you the Floyd | guy who shot Roy Heffer?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "no" | ||||
Floyd | That was a rhetorical question. (Although you sound rather negative.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "argyle, no" | ||||
Floyd | Sheriff Argyle ignores you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tell argyle about dan" | ||||
Floyd | Sheriff Argyle doesn't seem particularly interested in what you have to Floyd | say about Old Dan. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask argyle about horse" | ||||
Floyd | The Sheriff eyes you warily. "Look, I'm not exactly sure what you're Floyd | hoping to find out here. This have anything to do with why you smoked Floyd | Roy?" Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "shoot him! shoot him shoot him" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot argyle" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the trigger, and--CLICK. Your six-shooter is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Didn't even flinch. I'm impressed." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot argyle with roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the trigger and shoot Sheriff Argyle. He falls to the ground, Floyd | twitches a couple of times, then lies there, getting cold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "search corpse" | ||||
Floyd | You don't find anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get badge" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "badge". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x corpse" | ||||
Floyd | One dead sheriff. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | As in, you'd like to know how you're doing, right? Floyd | Floyd | Well, although you did wind up killing Roy Heffer, it was in self Floyd | defense. It would also be interesting to see who would think highly of Floyd | your stealing Little Jimmy's candy. Floyd | Floyd | On the bright side, you figured out a way to slip out of your hotel Floyd | room unnoticed. Floyd | Floyd | That's what you've managed to get done so far. Getting in over your Floyd | head, that is. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "ha ha ha" | |||
| maga says, "candy theft: worse than cop-killing" | ||||
| Bert says, "Awesome. This does not impact your personal assessment of yourself one way or the other." | ||||
| Bert says, "(Restore?)" | ||||
| schep says, "yeah" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf" | ||||
Floyd | Unable to restore. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf5" | ||||
Floyd | Restored. Floyd | Floyd | South end of Main Street Floyd | Standing here in the middle of Main Street, you are directly across Floyd | from the Tumbleweed Flats Sheriff's Department, which is directly to Floyd | the east. Not the safest place to hang out, perhaps, considering that Floyd | the gallows are right on the other side of the street--and you might as Floyd | well try and avoid that particular inevitability for as long as Floyd | possible. Might be a better idea to head north, back up Main Street. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm rather exhausted. I may have to crash soon." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get noose" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "noose". Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "don't give Floyd any ideas" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask dan about liquor" | ||||
Floyd | "I just don't know anything about that, cowboy. How's about buying me Floyd | a drink anyway?" Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "So, what do we want to do? Interact with the Sheriff, try to find the gallows, checkout out the store, look into the field near the stables..." | |||
| Bert asks, "Chat up some NPCs, or something else entirely?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask dan about luck" | ||||
Floyd | "I just don't know anything about that, cowboy. How's about buying me Floyd | a drink anyway?" Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "the gallows seem Not Important." | |||
| Bert says, "(I vote for store.)" | ||||
| schep says, "Let's see the store." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask dan about horse" | ||||
Floyd | "I just don't know anything about that, cowboy. How's about buying me Floyd | a drink anyway?" Floyd | Floyd | > | maga asks, "we need water to keep our horse alive, maybe?" | |||
| Bert says, "We'd want a bucket too, then." | ||||
| DavidW says, "we need something, yeah" | ||||
| inky asks, "you were going to look for clovers in the field?" | ||||
| Bert says, "That's two votes for store." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n.w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a trail kit (one dollar), and a pick-axe (five Floyd | dollars). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x kit" | ||||
Floyd | A label reads: "Everything you need to be prepared. If you don't get Floyd | yourself one of these here kits, you're not prepared. If you're not Floyd | prepared, you're dead, buddy. Get it?" The hard sell, you might say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask lucille about kit" | ||||
Floyd | "What, that thing? Piece of crap is what it is. Don't even know why Floyd | I've got it. But I ain't giving it away, if that's what you're Floyd | thinking." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask lucille about bullets" | ||||
Floyd | "Well, you wanna buy it or not?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "buy kit" | ||||
Floyd | With what? You're broke, cowboy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x taffy" | ||||
Floyd | The sticky taffy looks just like you would expect. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x kit" | ||||
Floyd | A label reads: "Everything you need to be prepared. If you don't get Floyd | yourself one of these here kits, you're not prepared. If you're not Floyd | prepared, you're dead, buddy. Get it?" The hard sell, you might say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. You are also carrying a skeleton key, two Floyd | pistols (your six-shooter and Roy's gun), a handwritten note, a scrap Floyd | of cloth, and some sticky taffy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "sell bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "sell". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give bottle" | ||||
Floyd | Try giving something to someone in particular. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give bottle to lucille" | ||||
Floyd | Lucille politely refuses. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the east. Floyd | Floyd | Lucille rolls her eyes as Dan comes in. "What do you want now, old Floyd | timer?" she asks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "show roy's gun to lucille" | ||||
Floyd | Lucille doesn't seem too interested in Roy's gun. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ask lucille about job" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "job". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask lucille about dan" | ||||
Floyd | Lucille doesn't seem to know anything about Old Dan. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ask lucille about money" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a trail kit (one dollar), and a pick-axe (five Floyd | dollars). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says (to schep), "Yeah, that's the problem." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to schep), "what, we're gonna sell ourselves" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask lucille about money" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "remove pants" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Sargent says, "whoops, time to go" | |||
| Sargent says, "good luck!" | ||||
| Sargent says good riddens to this so called 'Friend' | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x clutter" | ||||
Floyd | Among other things, the shelves contain a box of bullets (one dollar), Floyd | a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), an empty taffy box, a trail Floyd | kit (one dollar), and a pick-axe (five dollars). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf5" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep asks, "doesn't this town have a bank we can hold up?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot lucille with roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the trigger and shoot Lucille. She falls to the ground, Floyd | twitches a couple of times, then lies there, getting cold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "for a fistful of dollars?" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get kit" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get bullets" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | Only if you want to be spotted carting a dead body around town. Not Floyd | recommended. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | As in, you'd like to know how you're doing, right? Floyd | Floyd | Well, although you did wind up killing Roy Heffer, it was in self Floyd | defense. It would also be interesting to see who would think highly of Floyd | your stealing Little Jimmy's candy. Floyd | Floyd | On the bright side, you figured out a way to slip out of your hotel Floyd | room unnoticed. Floyd | Floyd | That's what you've managed to get done so far. Getting in over your Floyd | head, that is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get all from shelves" | ||||
Floyd | box of shotgun shells: Taken. Floyd | empty taffy box: You can't take that. Floyd | pick-axe: You're carrying too much to take that. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly a half-dozen of the Sheriff's roughest, toughest, and Floyd | hungriest-for-justice deputies show up. They level their guns at the Floyd | murderer (meaning you, of course), and bring you down in a blaze of Floyd | trigger-pulling. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "apologize" | ||||
Floyd | Enter (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE, (U)NDO, or (Q)UIT: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf5" | ||||
Floyd | Restored. Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a trail kit (one dollar), and a pick-axe (five Floyd | dollars). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Maybe not the right answer." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give all to lucille" | ||||
Floyd | You can't give multiple objects. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. You are also carrying a skeleton key, two Floyd | pistols (your six-shooter and Roy's gun), a handwritten note, a scrap Floyd | of cloth, and some sticky taffy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x lucille" | ||||
Floyd | Lucille is actually not the Lucille in "Lucille's General Floyd | Store"--Lucille is Lucille's daughter. She's in her mid-fifties, Floyd | skinny as a post, and exceptionally stern-looking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ask lucille about taffy box" | ||||
Floyd | "You lnow what it is? It's that damned John Stratford came in here and Floyd | bought up all my damned taffy. Rich old bastard. Now I got that Floyd | irritating little kid what's-his-name in here crying for candy. Damned Floyd | if I don't claw my own eyes out one of these days." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give roy's gun to lucille" | ||||
Floyd | Lucille politely refuses. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask lucille about stratford" | ||||
Floyd | "He's a pompous bastard. So rich and all, living in that mansion back Floyd | in the trees, him and that whatever-her-name-is." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask lucille about roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | Lucille doesn't seem to know anything about Roy's gun. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask lucille about mansion" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "oho, rich person" | |||
| Bert exclaims, "I bet he's rich enough to have a horse!" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "give taffy to lucille" | ||||
Floyd | Lucille politely refuses. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Is there water anywhere? Fill the whiskey bottle with water and give to Dan." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x water" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "water". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x water" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "water". Floyd | Floyd | > | schep exclaims, "or enough money to buy everything in the store!" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Empty lot Floyd | Standing where you are, in the middle of a thicket of weeds, you're Floyd | faced by a wall of impenetrable brush to the north. Just to the right Floyd | of the trees, to the northeast, is the entrance the local stable. Back Floyd | east is Main Street. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "apparently there is no water. anywhere." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "kiss jimmy" | ||||
Floyd | Little Jimmy doesn't seem to share your affection. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "jimmy, follow me" | ||||
Floyd | Little Jimmy ignores you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x brush" | ||||
Floyd | Very dense. If there's anything behind the trees, you'd have a heck of Floyd | a time trying to fight your way through the brush to find it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "move brush" | ||||
Floyd | You can't move the impenetrable brush. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get brush" | ||||
Floyd | You can't take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "search brush" | ||||
Floyd | You don't find anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | There's no way you'll be able to navigate your way through that thick Floyd | brush. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "enter brush" | ||||
Floyd | You can't enter the impenetrable brush. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. You are also carrying a skeleton key, two Floyd | pistols (your six-shooter and Roy's gun), a handwritten note, a scrap Floyd | of cloth, and some sticky taffy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot brush with roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | You can't shoot the impenetrable brush. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Any suggestions?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Empty lot Floyd | Standing where you are, in the middle of a thicket of weeds, you're Floyd | faced by a wall of impenetrable brush to the north. Just to the right Floyd | of the trees, to the northeast, is the entrance the local stable. Back Floyd | east is Main Street. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x weeds" | ||||
Floyd | They look kind of a mess. Someone really ought to get busy doing some Floyd | weed-picking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "pick weeds" | ||||
Floyd | You pluck one of the weeds from the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "pick weeds" | ||||
Floyd | Probably not such a brilliant idea to keep digging around in the weeds Floyd | while the world is passing you by. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x weed" | ||||
Floyd | Green. Weedish. Six leaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "search weeds" | ||||
Floyd | You don't find anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y says, "Now I remember" | |||
| Bert . o O ( Are you thinking what inky's probably thinking? ) | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "smoke weed" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "smoke". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x leaves" | ||||
Floyd | Green. Weedish. Six leaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask bobby about shed" | ||||
Floyd | Bobby ignores you as if he didn't even hear you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bobby" | ||||
Floyd | The other half of the menacing team that is Little Jimmy and Bobby. In Floyd | another eighty years or so, they'd diagnose this kid as having Floyd | hyperactivity/attention-deficit disorder. But at the moment, you just Floyd | find him annoying. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "put taffy in gun" | ||||
Floyd | Roy's gun is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "eat weed" | ||||
Floyd | You can't eat the weed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | You crack it open. There are six bullets left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give taffy to bobby" | ||||
Floyd | Bobby refuses. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Did Roy never even get a shot off?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put taffy in roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | Roy's gun is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "open my gun" | ||||
Floyd | You crack it open. It's empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "woo, we can shoot six more things." | |||
| Bert exclaims, "Or one thing six times!" | ||||
| Bert says, "(There may be a boss fight.)" | ||||
| Bert says, "(Up up left down up left right shoot jump.)" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "jimmy about father" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "father". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask jimmy about stratford" | ||||
Floyd | Little Jimmy bawls: "Taffy! Taffy! Gimme back my taffy!" Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "It's a terrible speech impediment." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give brat his taffy" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "brat". Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "let's try inky's idea" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x weed" | ||||
Floyd | Green. Weedish. Six leaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "search weeds" | ||||
Floyd | You don't find anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get leaf" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Hrm, maybe not." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get leaf from weed" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pluck weed" | ||||
Floyd | You pluck a leaf from the weed. It flutters away. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "six is twice as lucky as four, if you can't do math. Oh, or that." | |||
| Bert says, "Oh. Huh." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x weed" | ||||
Floyd | Green. Weedish. There are five leaves left that you haven't plucked. Floyd | (Looks kinda like a five-leaf clover.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give weed to grady" | ||||
Floyd | "No thanks. If I wanted a weed, I'd go pick my own. Now a four-leaf Floyd | clover: there's a valuable plant." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "pluck leaf" | ||||
Floyd | You pluck another leaf from the weed. It flutters away. Floyd | Floyd | Grady watches you, wondering the hell you're doing. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the west. Floyd | Floyd | Grady looks up from behind the bar as Old Dan wanders in. "Out!" he Floyd | says, pointing toward the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give weed to grady" | ||||
Floyd | "No thanks. If I wanted a weed, I'd go pick my own. Now a four-leaf Floyd | clover: there's a valuable plant." Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "pluck leaf" | ||||
Floyd | You pluck another leaf from the weed. It flutters away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give weed to grady" | ||||
Floyd | "A four-leaf clover? For me? I ...well, I don't know what to say. Floyd | Maybe this'll turn my luck around. Maybe I misjudged you." And with Floyd | that, Grady takes the weed from you. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the west. Floyd | Floyd | Grady looks up from behind the bar as Old Dan wanders in. "Out!" he Floyd | says, pointing toward the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | As in, you'd like to know how you're doing, right? Floyd | Floyd | Well, although you did wind up killing Roy Heffer, it was in self Floyd | defense. It would also be interesting to see who would think highly of Floyd | your stealing Little Jimmy's candy. Floyd | Floyd | On the bright side, you figured out a way to slip out of your hotel Floyd | room unnoticed. Plus, if it weren't so seedy and practically Floyd | dishonest, having wits enough to bamboozle Grady with a weed looking Floyd | like a four-leaf clover would almost be commendable. Floyd | Floyd | That's what you've managed to get done so far. Getting in over your Floyd | head, that is. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Yay." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask grady for shed key" | ||||
Floyd | "You want to get into that old shed? Nothing but junk in there," Grady Floyd | says. But then he shrugs and digs out the key anyway, putting it down Floyd | on the counter. Floyd | Floyd | Grady leafs through the hotel ledger. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "take horseshoe" | ||||
Floyd | You can't take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get key" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ask grady about horseshoe" | ||||
Floyd | "Hasn't done me much good. Need a new lucky charm." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask grady for horseshoe" | ||||
Floyd | "Hasn't done me much good. Need a new lucky charm." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n.e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | Knowing full well there's a way over the barrels and crates, you Floyd | clamber awkwardly over the stack... Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I guess we just get the shed key" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "unlock shed" | ||||
Floyd | You're not holding any key that fits. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. You are also carrying a skeleton key, two Floyd | pistols (your six-shooter and Roy's gun), a handwritten note, a scrap Floyd | of cloth, and some sticky taffy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w.s.e.get key" | ||||
Floyd | You find a foothold on the stack of barrels and clamber over. Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the south. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Sitting on the bar is the key to Grady's shed. Floyd | Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "I guess 'collect four horseshoes' isn't the puzzle" | |||
| Bert says, "Um." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x key" | ||||
Floyd | Which key do you mean, the skeleton key or the shed key? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shed" | ||||
Floyd | It's the key to Grady's shed. In fact, it's got "Grady's Shed" Floyd | scrawled on it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get shed key" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "There we go." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w.n.e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | Knowing full well there's a way over the barrels and crates, you Floyd | clamber awkwardly over the stack... Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "unlock shed" | ||||
Floyd | (with the shed key) Floyd | Unlocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean Grady's storage shed.) Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "enter it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean Grady's storage shed.) Floyd | Floyd | Grady's storage shed Floyd | It's dark in here. The only light bleeds in through the window and Floyd | the open door. Looks like this is where Grady keeps most of his junk. Floyd | Resting on the ground against one wall is a ten-foot wooden ladder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get ladder" | ||||
Floyd | You're carrying too much to take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x junk" | ||||
Floyd | Most of the metal stuff is rusted. Most of the wooden stuff is Floyd | termite-gnawed. None of it is of much use to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep exclaims, "d'oh!" | |||
| Bert exclaims, "Oh boy, inventory limits!" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "search junk" | ||||
Floyd | You don't find anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. You are also carrying two keys (a skeleton Floyd | key and the shed key), two pistols (your six-shooter and Roy's gun), a Floyd | handwritten note, a scrap of cloth, and some sticky taffy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put all in holster" | ||||
Floyd | You can't put multiple objects. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "a sure sign of quality" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put gun in holster" | ||||
Floyd | Which gun do you mean, your six-shooter or Roy's gun? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "mine" | ||||
Floyd | You put your six-shooter in the holster. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get ladder" | ||||
Floyd | You're carrying too much to take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "make bindle out of cloth" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "make". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put roy's gun in pants" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put roy's gun in holster" | ||||
Floyd | Your six-shooter is already tucked in your holster. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "presumably we don't need the note any more" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put cloth on head" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "head". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "drop note" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get ladder" | ||||
Floyd | You're carrying too much to take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. You are also carrying two keys (a skeleton Floyd | key and the shed key), Roy's gun, a scrap of cloth, and some sticky Floyd | taffy. Tucked in your holster is your six-shooter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "drop shed key" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get ladder" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s.w.nw.climb ladder" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | You find a foothold on the stack of barrels and clamber over, dragging Floyd | the ladder after you. Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Stable Floyd | Smells musty, just like every other stable you've ever been in. Floyd | There's a meager half-light drifting down from a window in the loft Floyd | overhead, and the stable door leads back out onto Main Street to the Floyd | southeast. If anybody in this town owned a horse, this is where they'd Floyd | keep it. Floyd | The gate to the stall to the north is open. Floyd | An old black mare is here. Floyd | Floyd | Try leaning the ladder against something for starters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "lead ladder against mare" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "lead". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "lean ladder against mare" | ||||
Floyd | You can't lean the ladder against the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "lean ladder against loft" | ||||
Floyd | You lean the ladder against the loft, just where the hayloft begins. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "climb ladder" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Sitting in the hayloft Floyd | About ten or so feet off the stable floor. Too far to jump--better Floyd | to make wise use of the ladder which is still leaning against the wall. Floyd | Sunlight shines in through a small square window. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||||
Floyd | Through the window you can see the branches of a massive oak tree. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x branches" | ||||
Floyd | Through the window you can see the branches of a massive oak tree. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "climb it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the window.) Floyd | Floyd | Perched on the top branch of an oak tree Floyd | In the manner of a crow or vulture or some other sort of Floyd | top-branch-perching bird. The loft window is behind you, technically Floyd | to the southeast, while the ground is perilously far below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You're in a tree. Think about it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "fly" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "fly". Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Um." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "flap arms" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "flap". Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "I forget. Why did we want to be here?" | |||
| DavidW says, "To find out what's in the loft." | ||||
| Bert asks, "Are we on the far side of the brambles, maybe?" | ||||
| Bert asks (of W), "What's in the loft?" | ||||
| schep says, "maybe it's a way past the ... yeah" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "climb tree" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Sitting in the hayloft Floyd | About ten or so feet off the stable floor. Too far to jump--better Floyd | to make wise use of the ladder which is still leaning against the wall. Floyd | Sunlight shines in through a small square window. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "climb tree" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Perched on the top branch of an oak tree Floyd | In the manner of a crow or vulture or some other sort of Floyd | top-branch-perching bird. The loft window is behind you, technically Floyd | to the southeast, while the ground is perilously far below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Down, you say? Well, you begin to shimmy down the tree, precariously Floyd | clutching onto branches and outcroppings of tough bark--whatever you Floyd | can reach. Finally, scraped and bruised all to hell, you find yourself Floyd | on firm ground. Floyd | Floyd | Hidden meadow Floyd | Obviously not a popular picnic spot; in fact, if not for your vantage Floyd | point perched atop the tree, you would never have known it was here, Floyd | much less be able to blindly navigate your way through the thick of Floyd | trees to the south. The meadow opens up to the west. Floyd | Strutting proudly around the meadow is a fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "woah-ho" | |||
| Bert exclaims, "Horsie!" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x horse" | ||||
Floyd | A finer-looking animal you've never seen. You could probably ride Floyd | forever on this horse, and it wouldn't even break a sweat. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "oho. Horse mk II (non-dying model)" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride horse" | ||||
Floyd | You get on the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shout yee-ha" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "yee-ha". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shout" | ||||
Floyd | You let out a hearty bellow. Nothing else happens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf6" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride s" | ||||
Floyd | You give the red stallion a couple of pokes in its sides with your Floyd | spurs, and the animal breaks into a trot. A couple of seconds later, Floyd | however, an old man in an ascot and a mop of gray hair (John Stratford, Floyd | that is) comes chasing after you from the west. Floyd | Floyd | "Get off my blimey horse!" he hollers at you in a proper British Floyd | accent. Right before jamming a couple of shells into a Floyd | double-barrelled shotgun and shooting you dead. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | Bert says, "(If I could ride that way, I wouldn't need the talcum powder...)" | |||
| maga exclaims, "that's not how you use 'blimey'!" | ||||
| Bert says, "Blimey horse. I'm not sure I've e-- timing." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hidden meadow, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Obviously not a popular picnic spot; in fact, if not for your vantage Floyd | point perched atop the tree, you would never have known it was here, Floyd | much less be able to blindly navigate your way through the thick of Floyd | trees to the south. The meadow opens up to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "dismount" | ||||
Floyd | You get off of the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "rustle horse" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "rustle". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "steal horse" | ||||
Floyd | You can't take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get horse" | ||||
Floyd | You can't take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "he's obviously just pretending to be British... dun-dun-DUNNNH" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put horse in pants" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your parched brain tries as hard as it possibly can to remember what Floyd | the path through the trees looked like from above, and you start Floyd | forging a path... Floyd | Floyd | Empty lot Floyd | Standing where you are, in the middle of a thicket of weeds, you're Floyd | faced by a wall of impenetrable brush to the north. Just to the right Floyd | of the trees, to the northeast, is the entrance the local stable. Back Floyd | east is Main Street. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here, jumping up and down in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "maybe use 'gallop' instead" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hidden meadow Floyd | Obviously not a popular picnic spot; in fact, if not for your vantage Floyd | point perched atop the tree, you would never have known it was here, Floyd | much less be able to blindly navigate your way through the thick of Floyd | trees to the south. The meadow opens up to the west. Floyd | Strutting proudly around the meadow is a fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "gallop" | ||||
Floyd | You're not in anything at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "run like you stole something" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Front porch Floyd | Of a mansion, or what might be considered a mansion if it weren't Floyd | quite so rustic looking. It's as if someone took a giant tub of Dr. Floyd | Ricardo's Growth Tonic (which he peddles to the unsuspecting populace Floyd | whenever he's in town, about every four months or so) and poured it Floyd | over one of the ramshackle houses--albeit one of the nicer Floyd | ones--scattered about Tumbleweed Flats. You can enter the house to the Floyd | west. Floyd | John Stratford is sitting in his rocking chair, smoking his pipe. Floyd | His trusty shotgun is across his lap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot stratford with roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | Blam! Stratford looks surprised as hell as you shoot him. He pitches Floyd | forward onto his knees, then tumbles forward onto his face. He lies Floyd | that way on the ground at your feet. Floyd | Floyd | Now. What happens next is your introduction to the lovely Juanita Floyd | Stratford, devoted wife of the (recently) late John Stratford. She Floyd | comes racing out of the house with her shotgun--exactly the same make Floyd | and model as his, how romantic--lines up the barrel between you and Floyd | her, and starts trigger-pulling. Love, baby. And you got in its way. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Front porch Floyd | Of a mansion, or what might be considered a mansion if it weren't Floyd | quite so rustic looking. It's as if someone took a giant tub of Dr. Floyd | Ricardo's Growth Tonic (which he peddles to the unsuspecting populace Floyd | whenever he's in town, about every four months or so) and poured it Floyd | over one of the ramshackle houses--albeit one of the nicer Floyd | ones--scattered about Tumbleweed Flats. You can enter the house to the Floyd | west. Floyd | John Stratford is sitting in his rocking chair, smoking his pipe. Floyd | His trusty shotgun is across his lap. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Violence: not the answer to this one." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ask stratford about taffy" | ||||
Floyd | "Oh, I love that taffy." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "show taffy to john" | ||||
Floyd | "Hey! Now I do know good taffy, and I do believe that is some!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "trade taffy for horse" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "trade". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "sell taffy" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "sell". Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says (to Bert), "clearly what we need to do is seduce Juanita and *then* shoot John" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask john about juanita" | ||||
Floyd | "My dear wife Juanita. I do love her. She is everything a man could Floyd | want. And one wickedly good shot, to boot." Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "I dunno; we've got taffy." | |||
| Bert says, "It might be easier to seduce John and then shoot Juanita." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "perhaps simply give the taffy to John?" | ||||
| Bert asks, "And lose our delicious taffy?" | ||||
| Bert asks, "What if we need it for applying a fake moustache?" | ||||
| inky says, "hee hee" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I never thought of that." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf6" | maga says (to DW), "you'll never make a cowboy" | |||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give taffy to john" | ||||
Floyd | Stratford looks surprised. "Why, thank you," he says. "Who told you Floyd | that I do so love this taffy?" He munches on the candy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask john for horse" | ||||
Floyd | Which horse do you mean, the old black mare or the fiery red stallion? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "red" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "yes I have!" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask john for red stallion" | ||||
Floyd | Stratford's mouth is too gummed-up with sticky taffy to talk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "kiss stratford" | ||||
Floyd | John Stratford doesn't seem to share your affection. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "I guess my seduction plan failed." | |||
| schep says, "well at least he can't shout at us if we steal the stallion now" | ||||
| schep says, "he can still shoot, but it'll have to be a different message" | ||||
| maga says (to Bert), "this is why chocolates are more traditional" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e. ride stallion. gallop s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hidden meadow Floyd | Obviously not a popular picnic spot; in fact, if not for your vantage Floyd | point perched atop the tree, you would never have known it was here, Floyd | much less be able to blindly navigate your way through the thick of Floyd | trees to the south. The meadow opens up to the west. Floyd | Strutting proudly around the meadow is a fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | You get on the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | You give the red stallion a couple of pokes in its sides with your Floyd | spurs, and the animal breaks into a trot. A couple of seconds later, Floyd | however, an old man in an ascot and a mop of gray hair (John Stratford, Floyd | that is) comes chasing after you from the west. Floyd | Floyd | He tries to shout something at you, but his mouth is gummed up with Floyd | taffy. The same goes for his fingers, which are useless so far as Floyd | pulling the trigger on the shotgun he is aiming at you. Floyd | Floyd | Empty lot, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Standing where you are, in the middle of a thicket of weeds, you're Floyd | faced by a wall of impenetrable brush to the north. Just to the right Floyd | of the trees, to the northeast, is the entrance the local stable. Back Floyd | east is Main Street. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here, running in circles around Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert exclaims, "Ha ha ha!" | |||
| Bert says, "That is fantastic." | ||||
| maga says, "what" | ||||
| inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| Bert says, "schep was right." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "thank jimmy" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "thank". Floyd | Floyd | > | schep asks, "time to go find Sarah again?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tell jimmy that john stratford ate his taffy" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "ate". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "give my gun to jimmy" | ||||
Floyd | To walk, you will have to get off of the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Otherwise, try "ride" or "gallop" and a direction. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | (taking your six-shooter first) Floyd | You pull your six-shooter out of your holster. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy bawls: "Taffy! Taffy! Gimme back my taffy!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "jimmy, there ain't no more taffy" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "there". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of town, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | You can still see Tumbleweed Flats behind you where the road curves Floyd | around from the south. A dead, rotted tree stands here, marking the Floyd | memory of the last living thing between here and where the road Floyd | disappears into the eastern distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf6" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | To walk, you will have to get off of the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Otherwise, try "ride" or "gallop" and a direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | The red stallion gallops along without faltering, eating up the Floyd | distance, Tumbleweed Flats disappearing far behind you. Floyd | Floyd | End of the road, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | The dusty road stretches back to the west as far as the eye can see, Floyd | and then some. A steep bank rises up to the southeast; you can't see Floyd | what might be at the top of it. Floyd | Sarah is here, sitting atop her beautiful Arabian horse. Floyd | Floyd | "I'm glad you made it," Sarah says as she climbs down from her horse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tell sarah about red stallion" | ||||
Floyd | Sarah doesn't seem particularly interested in what you have to say Floyd | about the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | As in, you'd like to know how you're doing, right? Floyd | Floyd | Well, although you did wind up killing Roy Heffer, it was in self Floyd | defense. It would also be interesting to see who would think highly of Floyd | your stealing Little Jimmy's candy. Floyd | Floyd | On the bright side, you figured out a way to slip out of your hotel Floyd | room unnoticed. And putting together that plan to steal Stratford's Floyd | stallion showed at least a little ingenuity. Plus, if it weren't so Floyd | seedy and practically dishonest, having wits enough to bamboozle Grady Floyd | with a weed looking like a four-leaf clover would almost be Floyd | commendable. Floyd | Floyd | That's what you've managed to get done so far. Being generally Floyd | disruptive, that is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "stand" | ||||
Floyd | You get off of the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "kiss sarah" | ||||
Floyd | She pushes you away. "Hey, hayseed. I don't know what you think Floyd | you've got coming for helping me out, but if that's it, you can just Floyd | forget it." Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert exclaims, "C'mon, I almost killed a horse for you!" | |||
| Bert says, "Not to mention feeding one man's addiction to taffy." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about plan" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "plan". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about sarah" | ||||
Floyd | Sarah would probably rather not talk about herself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about uncle" | ||||
Floyd | "He may be a little strange, but, hey, he's my uncle, and he's dear to Floyd | me--and it's not just because he's got a lot of money. But I'm not Floyd | going to let that rotten snake Glen Heffer force me into coming up with Floyd | ransom money--Uncle Bucky wouldn't want that." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about glen" | ||||
Floyd | "I guess he can add kidnapper and blackmailer to his list of Floyd | accomplishments, right after thief, murderer, and son-of-a-bitch." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "dismount" | ||||
Floyd | A bit redundant, don't you think? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get on arabian" | ||||
Floyd | You get on Sarah's horse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride w" | ||||
Floyd | Sarah asks: "And why, if you don't mind me asking, don't you just ride Floyd | your own horse?" Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "ha ha ha" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "mumble" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "mumble". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x arabian" | ||||
Floyd | A beautiful Arabian, perhaps two years old. The kind of horse you Floyd | rarely had the chance to see for yourself--well, before you gummed up Floyd | Stratford and swiped his stallion, that is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "dismount" | ||||
Floyd | You get off of Sarah's horse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ride sarah" | ||||
Floyd | You're not in anything at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y says, "You ride your own horse AMATNG" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | End of the road Floyd | The dusty road stretches back to the west as far as the eye can see, Floyd | and then some. A steep bank rises up to the southeast; you can't see Floyd | what might be at the top of it. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Sarah's Arabian is here, snacking contentedly on a small patch of Floyd | grass. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about bank" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "bank". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "hold up bank" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "hold". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "get on sarah" | ||||
Floyd | You can't enter Sarah. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about me" | ||||
Floyd | Hopefully you know as much as anyone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "fondle sarah" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "fondle". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "search sarah" | ||||
Floyd | Sarah doesn't let you search her. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x sarah's pants" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen any "sarah's pants", nor are you likely to, even if Floyd | such a thing exists. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about her breasts" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "breasts". Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert exclaims, "Woowoo!" | |||
| maga says, "hooray" | ||||
| Bert says, "Fortuantely, this is an American game, so that's *good* news." | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | End of the road Floyd | The dusty road stretches back to the west as far as the eye can see, Floyd | and then some. A steep bank rises up to the southeast; you can't see Floyd | what might be at the top of it. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Sarah's Arabian is here, snacking contentedly on a small patch of Floyd | grass. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Top of a steep bank Floyd | From the top of this incline, you can look back to see the dusty road Floyd | stretching out of sight to the west. Over the crest of the hill, you Floyd | can see the Heffer ranch house to the south--quite an impressive sight, Floyd | to be honest. A hayfield opens up to the east. Floyd | Standing guarding the front of the house is Glen Heffer's Floyd | mean-looking henchman Large Duane. Lucky for you he can't see you. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah scrambles up the bank after you. "I hope you know what you're Floyd | doing," she says. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "sarah, not a clue" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "not". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x duane" | ||||
Floyd | Large Duane is not a friendly looking fellow. If he sees you, he'll Floyd | kill you. If you had anything to your name, you could bet it all on Floyd | that fact. It's also the best argument there is not to mess with him. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot duane with roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | Trying to shoot Large Duane from so far away isn't such a hot idea Floyd | seeing as what a lousy shot you are. The same, however, is not true Floyd | for Large Duane, whose attention you manage to attract. He draws, Floyd | aims, and hits you right between the eyes. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Top of a steep bank Floyd | From the top of this incline, you can look back to see the dusty road Floyd | stretching out of sight to the west. Over the crest of the hill, you Floyd | can see the Heffer ranch house to the south--quite an impressive sight, Floyd | to be honest. A hayfield opens up to the east. Floyd | Standing guarding the front of the house is Glen Heffer's Floyd | mean-looking henchman Large Duane. Lucky for you he can't see you. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hayfield Floyd | Standing amidst the scattered golden haystacks drying in the hot sun. Floyd | In fact, the hay is so dry it crackles under your feet as you step on Floyd | it. From here, you can either go back west where you came from, or Floyd | southwest toward the Heffer ranch house. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah follows you into the hayfield. "What are you doing over here?" Floyd | she asks. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I gotta go crash. bbl." | |||
| maga exclaims, "fire!" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get hay" | ||||
Floyd | You can't take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "focus sun with bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "focus". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "burn hay" | ||||
Floyd | Except that you don't have a match. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x hay" | ||||
Floyd | The hayfield is full of scattered golden haystacks drying in the hot Floyd | sun. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "search hay" | ||||
Floyd | You don't find anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "smell hay" | ||||
Floyd | You don't smell anything unusual. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "did we ever find out what was in the survival kit?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "asj sarah about match" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "asj". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "asj sarah for match" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "asj". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ghogg arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | Bert says, "Nope." | |||
| inky says, "because it seems like that would be likely to have a match" | ||||
| Bert says, "We're penniless." | ||||
| inky says, "oh yeah" | ||||
| Bert asks, "Know a good source of cash?" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "The game doesn't seem to know about this 'sell' concept." | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "seem". Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "Mr. Taffy, maybe." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. You are also carrying a skeleton key, two Floyd | pistols (your six-shooter and Roy's gun), and a scrap of cloth. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "it seems like usually old games relied on barter" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "..schep Before we steal his horse, you're thinking?" | ||||
Floyd | What? Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks (of schep), "Before we steal his horse, you're thinking?" | |||
| schep says, "dunno" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Front of the Heffer ranch house Floyd | Nice building, no doubt the product of years of ill-gotten gains. Floyd | Directly south of you is the front door, which is closed. You can Floyd | backtrack to the top of the steep bank to the north, or go northeast Floyd | into the hayfield. Floyd | Large Duane is here, looking large and mean. Floyd | Floyd | Large Duane looks up as you come near. His eyes narrow, and he quickly Floyd | draws his gun and sends you off to Cowboy Heaven. What the hell were Floyd | you thinking, stomping on up to him like that? Doesn't matter. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hayfield Floyd | Standing amidst the scattered golden haystacks drying in the hot sun. Floyd | In fact, the hay is so dry it crackles under your feet as you step on Floyd | it. From here, you can either go back west where you came from, or Floyd | southwest toward the Heffer ranch house. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah for money" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah for dollar" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about money" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "rob sarah" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "rob". Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Maybe we can go back to town." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Top of a steep bank Floyd | From the top of this incline, you can look back to see the dusty road Floyd | stretching out of sight to the west. Over the crest of the hill, you Floyd | can see the Heffer ranch house to the south--quite an impressive sight, Floyd | to be honest. A hayfield opens up to the east. Floyd | Standing guarding the front of the house is Glen Heffer's Floyd | mean-looking henchman Large Duane. Lucky for you he can't see you. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah follows you back to the top of the bank. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Front of the Heffer ranch house Floyd | Nice building, no doubt the product of years of ill-gotten gains. Floyd | Directly south of you is the front door, which is closed. You can Floyd | backtrack to the top of the steep bank to the north, or go northeast Floyd | into the hayfield. Floyd | Large Duane is here, looking large and mean. Floyd | Floyd | Large Duane looks up as you come near. His eyes narrow, and he quickly Floyd | draws his gun and sends you off to Cowboy Heaven. What the hell were Floyd | you thinking, stomping on up to him like that? Doesn't matter. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Top of a steep bank Floyd | From the top of this incline, you can look back to see the dusty road Floyd | stretching out of sight to the west. Over the crest of the hill, you Floyd | can see the Heffer ranch house to the south--quite an impressive sight, Floyd | to be honest. A hayfield opens up to the east. Floyd | Standing guarding the front of the house is Glen Heffer's Floyd | mean-looking henchman Large Duane. Lucky for you he can't see you. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | End of the road Floyd | The dusty road stretches back to the west as far as the eye can see, Floyd | and then some. A steep bank rises up to the southeast; you can't see Floyd | what might be at the top of it. Floyd | Sarah's Arabian is here, snacking contentedly on a small patch of Floyd | grass. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah follows after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Anyone opposed to the notion?" | |||
| schep says, "seems like the best idea" | ||||
| Bert says, "(Or should we restore to when we could talk to Stratford?)" | ||||
| inky says, "I don't think we have anything else we can do here" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Now, come on...you know better than to try to make it on foot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get on red" | ||||
Floyd | You get on the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride w" | ||||
Floyd | The red stallion gallops along, and before too long delivers you safely Floyd | to the west end of the long, dusty road. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of town, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | You can still see Tumbleweed Flats behind you where the road curves Floyd | around from the south. A dead, rotted tree stands here, marking the Floyd | memory of the last living thing between here and where the road Floyd | disappears into the eastern distance. Floyd | Floyd | (Sarah stayed behind at the east end of the road.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride sw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "dismount" | ||||
Floyd | You get off of the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a trail kit (one dollar), and a pick-axe (five Floyd | dollars). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "trade" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "trade". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get kit" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to buy the trail kit first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get taffy box" | ||||
Floyd | You can't take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "distract lucille" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "distract". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "open kit" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to buy the trail kit first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x kit" | ||||
Floyd | A label reads: "Everything you need to be prepared. If you don't get Floyd | yourself one of these here kits, you're not prepared. If you're not Floyd | prepared, you're dead, buddy. Get it?" The hard sell, you might say. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "So, we shoot Lucille, grab the kit, then jump on the horse and run?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open kit" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to buy the trail kit first. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert exclaims, "Maybe we can beat the deputies!" | |||
| schep says, "wonder what happens if we just waltz into the Stratford place now." | ||||
| maga says, "doubtful" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Empty lot Floyd | Standing where you are, in the middle of a thicket of weeds, you're Floyd | faced by a wall of impenetrable brush to the north. Just to the right Floyd | of the trees, to the northeast, is the entrance the local stable. Back Floyd | east is Main Street. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hidden meadow Floyd | Obviously not a popular picnic spot; in fact, if not for your vantage Floyd | point perched atop the tree, you would never have known it was here, Floyd | much less be able to blindly navigate your way through the thick of Floyd | trees to the south. The meadow opens up to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | schep says, "Preferably with the horse out of sight" | |||
Floyd | Floyd | Front porch Floyd | Of a mansion, or what might be considered a mansion if it weren't Floyd | quite so rustic looking. It's as if someone took a giant tub of Dr. Floyd | Ricardo's Growth Tonic (which he peddles to the unsuspecting populace Floyd | whenever he's in town, about every four months or so) and poured it Floyd | over one of the ramshackle houses--albeit one of the nicer Floyd | ones--scattered about Tumbleweed Flats. You can enter the house to the Floyd | west. Floyd | John Stratford is here, looking mad as hell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "stratford, hi" | ||||
Floyd | John Stratford ignores you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Of course he does. He can't talk." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ride w" | ||||
Floyd | You're not in anything at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "did we try going in his house before?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Stratford brandishes his shotgun in your general direction. "Not so Floyd | fast, tumbleweed," he mutters in his clipped British accent, barely Floyd | understandable through his mouthful of sticky taffy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask stratford for money" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "show roy's gun to stratford" | ||||
Floyd | John Stratford doesn't seem too interested in Roy's gun. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give it to him" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean Roy's gun and John Stratford, respectively.) Floyd | John Stratford refuses. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Front porch Floyd | Of a mansion, or what might be considered a mansion if it weren't Floyd | quite so rustic looking. It's as if someone took a giant tub of Dr. Floyd | Ricardo's Growth Tonic (which he peddles to the unsuspecting populace Floyd | whenever he's in town, about every four months or so) and poured it Floyd | over one of the ramshackle houses--albeit one of the nicer Floyd | ones--scattered about Tumbleweed Flats. You can enter the house to the Floyd | west. Floyd | John Stratford is here, looking mad as hell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x house" | ||||
Floyd | Quite a place, as far as these parts go. At least compared to the Floyd | typical pile of slapped-together planks that passes for a house around Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "enter house" | ||||
Floyd | Stratford brandishes his shotgun in your general direction. "Not so Floyd | fast, tumbleweed," he mutters in his clipped British accent, barely Floyd | understandable through his mouthful of sticky taffy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "rob stratford" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "rob". Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Hmm." | |||
| Bert asks, "Was he this brusk before?" | ||||
| schep says, "I'm thinking save, restore, and check out this place before robbing him" | ||||
| Bert says, "OK. Oh, hey also:" | ||||
| Bert says, "Now that Grady's our friend, maybe he'll serve us." | ||||
| Bert asks, "We've already got a tab there, right?" | ||||
| Bert asks, "Should we do that or restore first?" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf7" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y asks, "Did we deal with Old Dan yet?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "restore" | schep says, "I'd say restore." | |||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: | Bert says, "No." | |||
| schep says, "nope, that's the new idea" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf5" | ||||
Floyd | Restored. Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a trail kit (one dollar), and a pick-axe (five Floyd | dollars). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y says, "That's the only remaining thing I remember" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. You are also carrying a skeleton key, two Floyd | pistols (your six-shooter and Roy's gun), a handwritten note, a scrap Floyd | of cloth, and some sticky taffy. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Hmm, I think this is before the ladder." | |||
| inky says, "(oh, I didn't see it had prices -- yeah, ok, I guess we need actual money)" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y says, "and I think it involves a location that we haven't seen yet" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ghogg says, "I do think I remember where money is" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Empty lot Floyd | Standing where you are, in the middle of a thicket of weeds, you're Floyd | faced by a wall of impenetrable brush to the north. Just to the right Floyd | of the trees, to the northeast, is the entrance the local stable. Back Floyd | east is Main Street. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here, running in circles around Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | There's no way you'll be able to navigate your way through that thick Floyd | brush. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get weed. pluck leaf. pluck leaf" | ||||
Floyd | You pluck one of the weeds from the ground. Floyd | Floyd | You pluck a leaf from the weed. It flutters away. Floyd | Floyd | You pluck another leaf from the weed. It flutters away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x weed" | ||||
Floyd | Green. Weedish. There are four leaves left that you haven't plucked. Floyd | (Looks kinda like a four-leaf clover.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e.s.e.give weed" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the east. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Floyd | Try giving something to someone in particular. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give weed to grady" | ||||
Floyd | "A four-leaf clover? For me? I ...well, I don't know what to say. Floyd | Maybe this'll turn my luck around. Maybe I misjudged you." And with Floyd | that, Grady takes the weed from you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask grady for shed key" | ||||
Floyd | "You want to get into that old shed? Nothing but junk in there," Grady Floyd | says. But then he shrugs and digs out the key anyway, putting it down Floyd | on the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "buy drink" | ||||
Floyd | "Forget it, dustball. After that trouble you caused in here last Floyd | night--winding up with wasting some guy on the street outside my Floyd | place?--you ain't getting another drink in here." Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Oh well." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask grady for whiskey" | ||||
Floyd | "Forget it, dustball. After that trouble you caused in here last Floyd | night--winding up with wasting some guy on the street outside my Floyd | place?--you ain't getting another drink in here." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give bottle to grady" | ||||
Floyd | Grady politely refuses. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get shed key" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y says, "Yeah, you get alcohol somewhere else" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w.n.e.unlock door" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | Knowing full well there's a way over the barrels and crates, you Floyd | clamber awkwardly over the stack... Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | (with the shed key) Floyd | Unlocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hmm" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n. get ladder" | ||||
Floyd | (opening the shed door first) Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | Grady's storage shed Floyd | It's dark in here. The only light bleeds in through the window and Floyd | the open door. Looks like this is where Grady keeps most of his junk. Floyd | Resting on the ground against one wall is a ten-foot wooden ladder. Floyd | Floyd | You're carrying too much to take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "I don't suppose the shed key also unlocks the liquor cabinet" | |||
| Bert says, "Oho." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s.w.s.e.nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | You find a foothold on the stack of barrels and clamber over. Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Billiards room Floyd | One measly pool table comprises the billiards room. That and a Floyd | heavily locked door behind which Grady stashes his liquor. Southeast Floyd | takes you back out into the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||||
Floyd | The door is locked up as tight as anything you've ever seen. There's Floyd | no way in hell you're ever going to get it open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "unlock door with shed key" | ||||
Floyd | The door is locked up as tight as anything you've ever seen. There's Floyd | no way in hell you're ever going to get it open. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "I think that message is perhaps meant literally." | |||
| inky says, "hmm" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "brief.se.w.n.e.n.verbose" | inky says, "ok, sometimes in these cases there is a window round back you can get in by" | |||
Floyd | Brief descriptions. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "se.w.n.e.n.verbose" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Knowing full well there's a way over the barrels and crates, you Floyd | clamber awkwardly over the stack... Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Grady's storage shed Floyd | Resting on the ground against one wall is a ten-foot wooden ladder. Floyd | Floyd | Verbose descriptions. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "verbose. drop note and shed key" | ||||
Floyd | Verbose descriptions. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get drop note and shed key. get ladder" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "drop note and shed key. get ladder" | ||||
Floyd | handwritten note: Dropped. Floyd | shed key: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | You're carrying too much to take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. You are also carrying a skeleton key, two Floyd | pistols (your six-shooter and Roy's gun), a scrap of cloth, and some Floyd | sticky taffy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put my gun in holster" | ||||
Floyd | You put your six-shooter in the holster. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "We haven't used the cloth yet." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put cloth in bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You stuff the piece of cloth into the opening of the bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Um." | |||
| Bert shrugs. | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get ladder" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y says, "ohh" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put all in bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You can't put multiple objects. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y says, "Something just clicked" | |||
| inky says, "the cloth/bottle thing is the one thing I remember about this game from previous playing" | ||||
| Bert says, "(There's no booze in the bottle, nor any source of fire...)" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You find a foothold on the stack of barrels and clamber over, dragging Floyd | the ladder after you. Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y says, "and I think I've been doing this wrong before" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Empty lot Floyd | Standing where you are, in the middle of a thicket of weeds, you're Floyd | faced by a wall of impenetrable brush to the north. Just to the right Floyd | of the trees, to the northeast, is the entrance the local stable. Back Floyd | east is Main Street. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here, jumping up and down in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e.nw.put ladder on loft" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Stable Floyd | Smells musty, just like every other stable you've ever been in. Floyd | There's a meager half-light drifting down from a window in the loft Floyd | overhead, and the stable door leads back out onto Main Street to the Floyd | southeast. If anybody in this town owned a horse, this is where they'd Floyd | keep it. Floyd | The gate to the stall to the north is open. Floyd | An old black mare is here. Floyd | Floyd | There's no room on the loft. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "lean ladder on loft" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "lean ladder against loft" | ||||
Floyd | You lean the ladder against the loft, just where the hayloft begins. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "climb ladder" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Sitting in the hayloft Floyd | About ten or so feet off the stable floor. Too far to jump--better Floyd | to make wise use of the ladder which is still leaning against the wall. Floyd | Sunlight shines in through a small square window. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Perched on the top branch of an oak tree Floyd | In the manner of a crow or vulture or some other sort of Floyd | top-branch-perching bird. The loft window is behind you, technically Floyd | to the southeast, while the ground is perilously far below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "climb down" | ||||
Floyd | You're in a tree. Think about it. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks (of Spur), "...?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Down, you say? Well, you begin to shimmy down the tree, precariously Floyd | clutching onto branches and outcroppings of tough bark--whatever you Floyd | can reach. Finally, scraped and bruised all to hell, you find yourself Floyd | on firm ground. Floyd | Floyd | Hidden meadow Floyd | Obviously not a popular picnic spot; in fact, if not for your vantage Floyd | point perched atop the tree, you would never have known it was here, Floyd | much less be able to blindly navigate your way through the thick of Floyd | trees to the south. The meadow opens up to the west. Floyd | Strutting proudly around the meadow is a fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "eat horse" | ||||
Floyd | You can't eat the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Front porch Floyd | Of a mansion, or what might be considered a mansion if it weren't Floyd | quite so rustic looking. It's as if someone took a giant tub of Dr. Floyd | Ricardo's Growth Tonic (which he peddles to the unsuspecting populace Floyd | whenever he's in town, about every four months or so) and poured it Floyd | over one of the ramshackle houses--albeit one of the nicer Floyd | ones--scattered about Tumbleweed Flats. You can enter the house to the Floyd | west. Floyd | John Stratford is sitting in his rocking chair, smoking his pipe. Floyd | His trusty shotgun is across his lap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf8" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask stratford about money" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask stratford about dollar" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask stratford for money" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Well, have at 'im, guys." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Stratford brandishes his shotgun in your general direction. "Not so Floyd | fast, tumbleweed," he mutters in his clipped British accent. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask stratford about red horse" | ||||
Floyd | John Stratford doesn't seem to know anything about the fiery red Floyd | stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tell stratford about mare" | ||||
Floyd | John Stratford doesn't seem particularly interested in what you have to Floyd | say about the old black mare. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "smell bottle" | ||||
Floyd | The piece of cloth is in the way. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Hmm. Fumes?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. A scrap of cloth is stuffed in the mouth of Floyd | the bottle. You are also carrying a skeleton key, Roy's gun, and some Floyd | sticky taffy. Tucked in your holster is your six-shooter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot bottle with roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | You can't shoot the whiskey bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x stratford" | ||||
Floyd | John Stratford is around fifty or so. He's got a healthy shock of Floyd | white hair atop his head. But other than that, his eyes look kinda Floyd | mean. And that goes none too well with the shotgun on his lap. Puts Floyd | you on your guard to say the least. You warily watch Stratford warily Floyd | watching you as he puffs on his pipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "ask stratford about general store" | ||||
Floyd | John Stratford doesn't seem to know anything about Lucille's General Floyd | Store. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "ask stratford about wife" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't encountered anybody like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "ask stratford about lucille" | K-Y says, "I can try to find that other location we're missing" | |||
Floyd | John Stratford doesn't seem to know anything about Lucille. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "guess there's nothing else to do here." | |||
| Bert asks, "Did we just fail to see an exit, or did we not solve a puzzle?" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hidden meadow Floyd | Obviously not a popular picnic spot; in fact, if not for your vantage Floyd | point perched atop the tree, you would never have known it was here, Floyd | much less be able to blindly navigate your way through the thick of Floyd | trees to the south. The meadow opens up to the west. Floyd | Strutting proudly around the meadow is a fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y says, "I don't remember" | |||
| K-Y says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your parched brain tries as hard as it possibly can to remember what Floyd | the path through the trees looked like from above, and you start Floyd | forging a path... Floyd | Floyd | Empty lot Floyd | Standing where you are, in the middle of a thicket of weeds, you're Floyd | faced by a wall of impenetrable brush to the north. Just to the right Floyd | of the trees, to the northeast, is the entrance the local stable. Back Floyd | east is Main Street. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "might as well restore back to the future" | |||
| inky says, "hee hee" | ||||
| K-Y says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| K-Y says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "2015" | ||||
Floyd | Unable to restore. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "idea: SHOUT from the hayfield" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf7" | ||||
Floyd | Restored. Floyd | Floyd | Front porch Floyd | Of a mansion, or what might be considered a mansion if it weren't Floyd | quite so rustic looking. It's as if someone took a giant tub of Dr. Floyd | Ricardo's Growth Tonic (which he peddles to the unsuspecting populace Floyd | whenever he's in town, about every four months or so) and poured it Floyd | over one of the ramshackle houses--albeit one of the nicer Floyd | ones--scattered about Tumbleweed Flats. You can enter the house to the Floyd | west. Floyd | John Stratford is here, looking mad as hell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hidden meadow Floyd | Obviously not a popular picnic spot; in fact, if not for your vantage Floyd | point perched atop the tree, you would never have known it was here, Floyd | much less be able to blindly navigate your way through the thick of Floyd | trees to the south. The meadow opens up to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Empty lot Floyd | Standing where you are, in the middle of a thicket of weeds, you're Floyd | faced by a wall of impenetrable brush to the north. Just to the right Floyd | of the trees, to the northeast, is the entrance the local stable. Back Floyd | east is Main Street. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here, jumping up and down in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Knowing full well there's a way over the barrels and crates, you Floyd | clamber awkwardly over the stack... Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x wall" | ||||
Floyd | The hotel wall is made up of old wooden planks, which look like they Floyd | might not be nailed in as securely as they used to be. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x planks" | inky asks, "did we search those barrels and crates?" | |||
Floyd | The wooden plank looks just like you would expect. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "oho" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get planks" | ||||
Floyd | It's attached to the side of the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get plank" | ||||
Floyd | It's attached to the side of the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "pull plank" | ||||
Floyd | With a grunt, you yank the board free from the side of the saloon. It Floyd | falls to the ground with a dull clatter, revealing an opening leading Floyd | southeast into the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "pry planks" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "pry". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "pull plank" | ||||
Floyd | That's not going to change anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y says, "That's it, then" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x opening" | ||||
Floyd | The opening leads southeast into the darkness beyond the wall of the Floyd | building. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "dammit, it's always pry" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's liquor stash Floyd | In the dim light from the alleyway, you can make out the outlines of Floyd | several shelves of crates and bottles, as well as a heavy door Floyd | which--you guess--leads out into the billiards room. Sitting in the Floyd | shadows in the corner is a big wooden keg. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hey hey" | |||
| maga says, "dude" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x shelves" | ||||
Floyd | The last thing you need right now is to be messing around with that Floyd | stuff. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x bottles" | ||||
Floyd | The last thing you need right now is to be messing around with that Floyd | stuff. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert exclaims, "A secret way into the billards room!" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "drink all" | ||||
Floyd | You can't drink multiple objects. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, ">THROW KEGGER" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x bottles" | ||||
Floyd | The last thing you need right now is to be messing around with that Floyd | stuff. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x keg" | ||||
Floyd | As you blow away the dust from the keg, you reveal some crude Floyd | stenciling that reads: "Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX." A tap is fixed Floyd | to the side of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "SAYS WHO I CAN'T" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get keg" | ||||
Floyd | It's much too heavy to lift. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x tap" | ||||
Floyd | The crude stenciling reads: "Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX." A tap is Floyd | fixed to the side. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open tap" | ||||
Floyd | You can't do that with the big wooden keg. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "drink from keg" | ||||
Floyd | You can't drink the big wooden keg. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You can't do that with the whiskey bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "turn tap" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "fill bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You fill the bottle with Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "fill bottle" | ||||
Floyd | The bottle is already filled with Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "drink bottle" | ||||
Floyd | It smells pretty damn strong. Are you sure you want to try it? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | That was a rhetorical question. (Although you sound rather positive.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "drink bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You take a tiny sip of Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX, and the next thing Floyd | you know... Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | Your head hurts like hell. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | |||
| Bert asks, "Undo?" | ||||
| Alex says (to Bert), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that Undo is a command that lusers use." | ||||
| inky says, "yeah, probably" | ||||
| schep says, "INV, then undo twice" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's liquor stash Floyd | In the dim light from the alleyway, you can make out the outlines of Floyd | several shelves of crates and bottles, as well as a heavy door Floyd | which--you guess--leads out into the billiards room. Sitting in the Floyd | shadows in the corner is a big wooden keg. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "drink bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You take a tiny sip of Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX, and the next thing Floyd | you know... Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | Your head hurts like hell. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "although you could see if we're wearing a lampshade or something" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a child's rattle. Floyd | Floyd | Your head hurts like hell. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Ha." | |||
| inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's liquor stash Floyd | In the dim light from the alleyway, you can make out the outlines of Floyd | several shelves of crates and bottles, as well as a heavy door Floyd | which--you guess--leads out into the billiards room. Sitting in the Floyd | shadows in the corner is a big wooden keg. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf8" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "drink bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You take a tiny sip of Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX, and the next thing Floyd | you know... Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | Your head hurts like hell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shake rattle" | inky asks, "are we going to give it to Dan?" | |||
Floyd | Rattle, rattle. Floyd | Floyd | Your head hurts like hell. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert exclaims, "Good diea!" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | The sun begins to sink lower in the western sky. Floyd | Floyd | Your head hurts like hell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | South end of Main Street Floyd | Standing here in the middle of Main Street, you are directly across Floyd | from the Tumbleweed Flats Sheriff's Department, which is directly to Floyd | the east. Not the safest place to hang out, perhaps, considering that Floyd | the gallows are right on the other side of the street--and you might as Floyd | well try and avoid that particular inevitability for as long as Floyd | possible. Might be a better idea to head north, back up Main Street. Floyd | Floyd | Your head hurts like hell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | Your head hurts like hell. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "I'm pretty sure it's meant to be a molotov" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give rattle to dan" | ||||
Floyd | Old Dan isn't here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a trail kit (one dollar), and a pick-axe (five Floyd | dollars). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | Your head hurts like hell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | Your head hurts like hell. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a trail kit (one dollar), and a pick-axe (five Floyd | dollars). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | Your head hurts like hell. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "but we still don't have a match to light it with, so what the hell" | |||
| Bert exclaims, "HOLD STILL!" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | Your head hurts like hell. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | Your head hurts like hell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give rattle to dan" | ||||
Floyd | Old Dan politely refuses. Floyd | Floyd | Your head hurts like hell. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, ">ASK LUCILLE ABOUT BUFFERED ANALGESIC" | |||
| Bert says, "f restore" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf8" | ||||
Floyd | Restored. Floyd | Floyd | Grady's liquor stash Floyd | In the dim light from the alleyway, you can make out the outlines of Floyd | several shelves of crates and bottles, as well as a heavy door Floyd | which--you guess--leads out into the billiards room. Sitting in the Floyd | shadows in the corner is a big wooden keg. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x bottle" | ||||
Floyd | The label proclaims: "Dr. Vita-Vim's Sour Mash." Some of Grandma Floyd | Grady's Wicked XXX is sloshing around inside the whiskey bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put cloth in bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You stuff the piece of cloth into the opening of the bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shake bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You wave the whiskey bottle. Nothing happens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | You can squeeze through an opening between two boards in the side of Floyd | the saloon. Floyd | A wooden plank is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "shake booty" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "booty". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get plank" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You find a foothold on the stack of barrels and clamber over. Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x plank" | ||||
Floyd | Once attached to the side of Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give bottle to dan" | ||||
Floyd | Before you can even get the hand holding the bottle halfway up, Old Dan Floyd | grabs the bottle and takes a gigantic swig. His eyes open so wide you Floyd | can see through his head. Then he rockets straight into orbit, Floyd | disappearing into the stratosphere, leaving only a trail of blue smoke Floyd | behind him. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shucks" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "shucks". Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "If we wait around a few turns, will he return with a rattle" | |||
| Bert asks, "?" | ||||
| maga says, "a firm message against alcohol abuse if ever there was one" | ||||
| Bert says, "(Or should I just restore?)" | ||||
| inky says, "let's wait and see" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "yoohoo" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "yoohoo". Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "yeah, I think game-breaking gag rather than critical game mechanic" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf8" | ||||
Floyd | Restored. Floyd | Floyd | Grady's liquor stash Floyd | In the dim light from the alleyway, you can make out the outlines of Floyd | several shelves of crates and bottles, as well as a heavy door Floyd | which--you guess--leads out into the billiards room. Sitting in the Floyd | shadows in the corner is a big wooden keg. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hunh" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. Some of Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX is Floyd | sloshing around inside the whiskey bottle. You are also carrying a Floyd | skeleton key, two pistols (your six-shooter and Roy's gun), and a scrap Floyd | of cloth. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "so is Dan not useful for anything?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put cloth in bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You stuff the piece of cloth into the opening of the bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep asks, "maybe SHOW?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get cloth" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y says, "Right, I think that's been my mistake every time I played before" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x cloth" | ||||
Floyd | The piece of cloth is about the size of a handkerchief. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "smell cloth" | ||||
Floyd | You don't smell anything unusual. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | You can squeeze through an opening between two boards in the side of Floyd | the saloon. Floyd | A wooden plank is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get plank" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You find a foothold on the stack of barrels and clamber over. Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "show bottle to dan" | ||||
Floyd | Old Dan's eyes widen. He grabs at the bottle, almost throwing himself Floyd | off-balance. As he weaves: "Gimme that! For the love of God, give me Floyd | that!" Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hmm" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "taunt dan" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "taunt". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "show bottle to dan" | ||||
Floyd | Old Dan's eyes widen. He grabs at the bottle, almost throwing himself Floyd | off-balance. As he weaves: "Gimme that! For the love of God, give me Floyd | that!" Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "so he'll follow us, I guess" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "or not" | |||
| Bert says, "Or not." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf8" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | South end of Main Street Floyd | Standing here in the middle of Main Street, you are directly across Floyd | from the Tumbleweed Flats Sheriff's Department, which is directly to Floyd | the east. Not the safest place to hang out, perhaps, considering that Floyd | the gallows are right on the other side of the street--and you might as Floyd | well try and avoid that particular inevitability for as long as Floyd | possible. Might be a better idea to head north, back up Main Street. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Sheriff's building Floyd | Cramped quarters, actually. Barely room enough for the sheriff's Floyd | desk and a jail cell in the corner. Floyd | Sheriff Argyle is sitting behind his desk, munching on a sandwich and Floyd | reading "Strange Western Lawkeeper Tales". Floyd | Floyd | Argyle's eyes bulge out of his head as you stroll in. He drops his Floyd | sandwich. "Jumpin' Jehosophat! I mean...well, I mean, aren't you the Floyd | guy who shot Roy Heffer?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give bottle to argyle" | ||||
Floyd | Sheriff Argyle politely refuses. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x sandwich" | ||||
Floyd | It's a plain old fried-chicken sandwich. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean Argyle's sandwich.) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | As you turn and start to walk back out the door, Argyle kisses you with Floyd | his Smith and Wesson .38 right between the shoulder blades. Cowardly, Floyd | perhaps, but he is the one still breathing. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | inky says, "ha ha" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf8" | ||||
Floyd | Restored. Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a trail kit (one dollar), and a pick-axe (five Floyd | dollars). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give bottle to lucille" | ||||
Floyd | Lucille politely refuses. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ain't nobody takes his sandwich and lives" | |||
| Bert says, "Hee." | ||||
| Bert says, "Harsh, but fair." | ||||
| Bert says, "So." | ||||
| Bert says, "We're still unmatched." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | As in, you'd like to know how you're doing, right? Floyd | Floyd | Well, although you did wind up killing Roy Heffer, it was in self Floyd | defense. And while you did break into Grady's liquor stash, that Floyd | doesn't really count as being productive. It would also be interesting Floyd | to see who would think highly of your stealing Little Jimmy's candy. Floyd | Floyd | On the bright side, you figured out a way to slip out of your hotel Floyd | room unnoticed. And putting together that plan to steal Stratford's Floyd | stallion showed at least a little ingenuity. Plus, if it weren't so Floyd | seedy and practically dishonest, having wits enough to bamboozle Grady Floyd | with a weed looking like a four-leaf clover would almost be Floyd | commendable. Floyd | Floyd | That's what you've managed to get done so far. Being generally Floyd | disruptive, that is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e.e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "show bottle to grady" | ||||
Floyd | Grady's eyes narrow when he sees the whiskey bottle full of his dear Floyd | old Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX. "Why, you whiskey-thieving Floyd | yellow-belly..." he mutters. Right before he grabs the bottle and Floyd | clubs you over the skull with it. It shatters, and everything gets Floyd | real ark... Floyd | Floyd | ...until you wake up a good half-hour later with a lump on your head. Floyd | Floyd | Your head hurts like hell. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert exclaims, "Oh no! It's going to rain for the next six weeks!" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Right. So. Money?" | |||
| inky says, "hrm" | ||||
| Bert asks, "Or do we just throw the bottle at the hay and hope the sun is bright enough to catch it on fire?" | ||||
| inky asks, "did we search the dead guy's body?" | ||||
| Bert asks, "Or maybe we get Sarah drunk and hope she forgets about her uncle?" | ||||
| inky says, "I guess yes, since we got his gun" | ||||
| inky says, "hee hee" | ||||
| Bert says (to inky), "We-- right." | ||||
| inky says, "we could save, kill lucille and look in the kit, then restore" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w.w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the south. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a trail kit (one dollar), and a pick-axe (five Floyd | dollars). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "just to see what's in there" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf8" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ghogg asks, "did you want a hint, or are you ok?" | |||
| Bert says, "Not sure yet." | ||||
| inky says, "I think we're ok for the moment" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot lucille with roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the trigger and shoot Lucille. She falls to the ground, Floyd | twitches a couple of times, then lies there, getting cold. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "but may want a hint soon" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get kit. open it" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | (Assuming you mean the trail kit.) Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | The trail kit contains a matchbook, a fork, a spoon, and some beef Floyd | jerky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, and a pick-axe (five dollars). Floyd | Lucille is lying dead on the ground here. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "a spoon!" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly a half-dozen of the Sheriff's roughest, toughest, and Floyd | hungriest-for-justice deputies show up. They level their guns at the Floyd | murderer (meaning you, of course), and bring you down in a blaze of Floyd | trigger-pulling. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, and a pick-axe (five dollars). Floyd | Lucille is lying dead on the ground here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, and a pick-axe (five dollars). Floyd | Lucille is lying dead on the ground here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a pick-axe (five dollars), and a trail kit (one Floyd | dollar). Floyd | Lucille is lying dead on the ground here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "prop lucille up like a puppet" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "prop". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a pick-axe (five dollars), and a trail kit (one Floyd | dollar). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "make deal with lucille" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "make". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "show gun to lucille" | ||||
Floyd | Lucille doesn't seem too interested in your six-shooter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "make mad passionate monkey love old-west style to lucille" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "make". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x lucille" | ||||
Floyd | Lucille is actually not the Lucille in "Lucille's General Floyd | Store"--Lucille is Lucille's daughter. She's in her mid-fifties, Floyd | skinny as a post, and exceptionally stern-looking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "kiss lucille" | ||||
Floyd | Lucille doesn't seem to share your affection. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "(I like to take these things in order.)" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tell lucille there is no spoon" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "there". Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hee hee" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask lucille about matchbook" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. Some of Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX is Floyd | sloshing around inside the whiskey bottle. You are also carrying a Floyd | skeleton key, two pistols (your six-shooter and Roy's gun), a scrap of Floyd | cloth, and a wooden plank. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "hit lucille with plank" | ||||
Floyd | Venting your frustrations on Lucille won't accomplish much. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "hit bottle with plank" | ||||
Floyd | Venting your frustrations on the whiskey bottle won't accomplish much. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put all in bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You can't put multiple objects. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put cloth in bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You stuff the piece of cloth into the opening of the bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "throw bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to be a little more specific about what you'd like to throw Floyd | the whiskey bottle at. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the east. Floyd | Floyd | Lucille rolls her eyes as Dan comes in. "What do you want now, old Floyd | timer?" she asks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Do you want to keep waiting (YES or NO)? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a pick-axe (five dollars), and a trail kit (one Floyd | dollar). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "throw bottle at dan" | ||||
Floyd | You ultimately decide that throwing the whiskey bottle at Old Dan isn't Floyd | such a great idea. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "throw bottle at counter" | ||||
Floyd | What exactly are you hoping for? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "an explosion" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "explosion". Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "you could give him the bottle and see if he breaks through the ceiling" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a pick-axe (five dollars), and a trail kit (one Floyd | dollar). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a pick-axe (five dollars), and a trail kit (one Floyd | dollar). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give bottle to dna" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "dna". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give bottle to dan" | ||||
Floyd | Before you can even get the hand holding the bottle halfway up, Old Dan Floyd | grabs the bottle and takes a gigantic swig. His eyes open so wide you Floyd | can see through his head. Then he rockets straight into orbit, Floyd | disappearing into the stratosphere, leaving only a trail of blue smoke Floyd | behind him. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a pick-axe (five dollars), and a trail kit (one Floyd | dollar). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask lucille about dan" | ||||
Floyd | Lucille doesn't seem to know anything about Old Dan. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "dang" | |||
| Bert says, "Not easily impressed, is she." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a pick-axe (five dollars), and a trail kit (one Floyd | dollar). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a pick-axe (five dollars), and a trail kit (one Floyd | dollar). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a pick-axe (five dollars), and a trail kit (one Floyd | dollar). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "best of luck" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "bye" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride hose" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "hose". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride s" | ||||
Floyd | You're not in anything at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. Some of Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX is Floyd | sloshing around inside the whiskey bottle. A scrap of cloth is stuffed Floyd | in the mouth of the bottle. You are also carrying a skeleton key, two Floyd | pistols (your six-shooter and Roy's gun), and a wooden plank. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "I wonder what happens if I just type 'quid'". | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride horse" | ||||
Floyd | You get on the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | South end of Main Street, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Standing here in the middle of Main Street, you are directly across Floyd | from the Tumbleweed Flats Sheriff's Department, which is directly to Floyd | the east. Not the safest place to hang out, perhaps, considering that Floyd | the gallows are right on the other side of the street--and you might as Floyd | well try and avoid that particular inevitability for as long as Floyd | possible. Might be a better idea to head north, back up Main Street. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride s" | ||||
Floyd | Going south from here will get you nowhere. You really don't need any Floyd | more of that then you've already got. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride se" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride sw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride nw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride ne" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Empty lot, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Standing where you are, in the middle of a thicket of weeds, you're Floyd | faced by a wall of impenetrable brush to the north. Just to the right Floyd | of the trees, to the northeast, is the entrance the local stable. Back Floyd | east is Main Street. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here, jumping up and down in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hidden meadow, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Obviously not a popular picnic spot; in fact, if not for your vantage Floyd | point perched atop the tree, you would never have known it was here, Floyd | much less be able to blindly navigate your way through the thick of Floyd | trees to the south. The meadow opens up to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Odd." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Empty lot, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Standing where you are, in the middle of a thicket of weeds, you're Floyd | faced by a wall of impenetrable brush to the north. Just to the right Floyd | of the trees, to the northeast, is the entrance the local stable. Back Floyd | east is Main Street. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stable, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Smells musty, just like every other stable you've ever been in. Floyd | There's a meager half-light drifting down from a window in the loft Floyd | overhead, and the stable door leads back out onto Main Street to the Floyd | southeast. If anybody in this town owned a horse, this is where they'd Floyd | keep it. Floyd | The gate to the stall to the north is open. Floyd | The ten-foot ladder is leaning against the loft. Floyd | An old black mare is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride nn" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "nn". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stall, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Any question as to where the musty odor of the stable is coming from Floyd | is answered by coming in here--the pile of old hay on the ground was Floyd | probably due for a changing a couple of weeks ago. A few Floyd | long-since-used pieces of leather tack--a bridle and saddle among Floyd | them--hang on the wall. The stall door to the south is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stable, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Smells musty, just like every other stable you've ever been in. Floyd | There's a meager half-light drifting down from a window in the loft Floyd | overhead, and the stable door leads back out onto Main Street to the Floyd | southeast. If anybody in this town owned a horse, this is where they'd Floyd | keep it. Floyd | The gate to the stall to the north is open. Floyd | The ten-foot ladder is leaning against the loft. Floyd | An old black mare is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride up" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "search crates" | ||||
Floyd | You don't find anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Did we need a ladder anywhere else?" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "search barrels" | ||||
Floyd | You don't find anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "throw bottle at barrel" | ||||
Floyd | What exactly are you hoping for? Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Is there anything else in our room of possible use?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "throw roy's gun at barrel" | ||||
Floyd | What exactly are you hoping for? Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "we could look around our room again" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "dismount" | ||||
Floyd | You get off of the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "maybe there's a mint on the pillow" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "climb sheets" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Knowing full well there's a way over the barrels and crates, you Floyd | clamber awkwardly over the stack... Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | You can squeeze through an opening between two boards in the side of Floyd | the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "climb sheet" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | You can squeeze through an opening between two boards in the side of Floyd | the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | You scramble back up the bedsheet to the open window. Floyd | Floyd | Your hotel room Floyd | Not too fancy, but then you get what you pay for. A bed with a Floyd | mattress that was, as you vaguely remember it, rather wooden. A wash Floyd | basin and mirror along one wall. Curtains open, revealing the single Floyd | small window and Main Street below. Floyd | Through the open curtains, you can see your bedsheet fluttering from Floyd | where it is tied to the drainpipe outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get sheet" | ||||
Floyd | Except that the bedsheet is tied to the drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "untie sheet" | ||||
Floyd | You untie the bedsheet from the drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get sheet" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put sheet in bottle" | ||||
Floyd | That's probably not going to work. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get basin" | ||||
Floyd | You can't take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the wash basin.) Floyd | The wash basin looks just like you would expect. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "search it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the wash basin.) Floyd | You don't find anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your hotel room Floyd | Not too fancy, but then you get what you pay for. A bed with a Floyd | mattress that was, as you vaguely remember it, rather wooden. A wash Floyd | basin and mirror along one wall. Curtains open, revealing the single Floyd | small window and Main Street below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x mattressf" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "mattressf". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x mattress" | ||||
Floyd | Looking at the bed doesn't bring back any fond memories of comfortable Floyd | sleep. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "look under it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the bed.) Floyd | You don't find anything under the bed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "search it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the bed.) Floyd | You don't find anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs hallway Floyd | Rooms on all sides of the landing--their doors closed and probably Floyd | locked. The stairs go back downstairs to the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Floyd | Grady pulls out a cloth and polishes up the bar a little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "show sheet to grady" | ||||
Floyd | Grady doesn't seem too interested in the bedsheet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Well, we've got another inventory item." | |||
| inky says, "true enough" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | South end of Main Street Floyd | Standing here in the middle of Main Street, you are directly across Floyd | from the Tumbleweed Flats Sheriff's Department, which is directly to Floyd | the east. Not the safest place to hang out, perhaps, considering that Floyd | the gallows are right on the other side of the street--and you might as Floyd | well try and avoid that particular inevitability for as long as Floyd | possible. Might be a better idea to head north, back up Main Street. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "(Only tried riding there before.)" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "wear sheet" | ||||
Floyd | You can't wear the bedsheet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride stallion" | ||||
Floyd | You get on the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | To walk, you will have to get off of the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Otherwise, try "ride" or "gallop" and a direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "gallop n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of town, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | You can still see Tumbleweed Flats behind you where the road curves Floyd | around from the south. A dead, rotted tree stands here, marking the Floyd | memory of the last living thing between here and where the road Floyd | disappears into the eastern distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x tree" | ||||
Floyd | The tree is now gray and rotted. It marks the point where the road Floyd | comes up from the southwest and turns east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "climb tree" | ||||
Floyd | You can't climb the dead, rotted tree. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot tree with roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the trigger, and put a bullethole in the dead, rotted tree. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot tree with roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the trigger, and put another bullethole in the dead, rotted Floyd | tree. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "This isn't actually helping, is it?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of town, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | You can still see Tumbleweed Flats behind you where the road curves Floyd | around from the south. A dead, rotted tree stands here, marking the Floyd | memory of the last living thing between here and where the road Floyd | disappears into the eastern distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of town, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | You can still see Tumbleweed Flats behind you where the road curves Floyd | around from the south. A dead, rotted tree stands here, marking the Floyd | memory of the last living thing between here and where the road Floyd | disappears into the eastern distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "throw bottle at tree" | ||||
Floyd | What exactly are you hoping for? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i dunno" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "dunno". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | To walk, you will have to get off of the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Otherwise, try "ride" or "gallop" and a direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x desert" | ||||
Floyd | You don't need to refer to that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "sand" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "sand". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cactus" | ||||
Floyd | Better start with a verb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x cactus" | ||||
Floyd | You don't need to refer to that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x bramble" | ||||
Floyd | You don't need to refer to that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | The red stallion gallops along without faltering, eating up the Floyd | distance, Tumbleweed Flats disappearing far behind you. Floyd | Floyd | End of the road, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | The dusty road stretches back to the west as far as the eye can see, Floyd | and then some. A steep bank rises up to the southeast; you can't see Floyd | what might be at the top of it. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Sarah's Arabian is here, snacking contentedly on a small patch of Floyd | grass. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "dismount" | ||||
Floyd | You get off of the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "show bottle to sarah" | ||||
Floyd | "Oh, great. So what, you're going to drink that and get all fired up Floyd | for being a hero? Lucky me." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | That was a rhetorical question. (Although you sound rather positive.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give bottle to sarah" | ||||
Floyd | "No thanks. Although God knows we could both probably use it." She Floyd | takes a look at you. Has second thoughts. "Well, maybe not both of Floyd | us." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "drink bottle" | ||||
Floyd | The piece of cloth is in the way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Top of a steep bank Floyd | From the top of this incline, you can look back to see the dusty road Floyd | stretching out of sight to the west. Over the crest of the hill, you Floyd | can see the Heffer ranch house to the south--quite an impressive sight, Floyd | to be honest. A hayfield opens up to the east. Floyd | Standing guarding the front of the house is Glen Heffer's Floyd | mean-looking henchman Large Duane. Lucky for you he can't see you. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah scrambles up the bank after you. "I hope you know what you're Floyd | doing," she says. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "throw bottle at hay" | ||||
Floyd | You pitch the bottle into the hayfield, where it lands with a dull Floyd | thud. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Well." | |||
| Bert says, "Right." | ||||
| Bert says, "I think I'm running out of ideas." | ||||
| schep says, "we need us some money" | ||||
| Bert asks, "Anyone else got a thought?" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hayfield Floyd | Standing amidst the scattered golden haystacks drying in the hot sun. Floyd | In fact, the hay is so dry it crackles under your feet as you step on Floyd | it. From here, you can either go back west where you came from, or Floyd | southwest toward the Heffer ranch house. Floyd | A whiskey bottle is here. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah follows you into the hayfield. "What are you doing over here?" Floyd | she asks. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "You'd think Sarah could and would help us." | |||
| schep says (to Floyd), "shout" | ||||
Floyd | You let out a hearty bellow. Nothing else happens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get bottle" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about money" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about dollar" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "ask sarah for money" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "If we could get Dan out here, we could give him the bottle." | |||
| Bert says, "That'd make a great distraction." | ||||
| inky says (to Ghogg), "ok, I think we could use a hint here" | ||||
| Bert says, "Maybe the whole Sarah thing is an optional subplot, and the real goal is to get the Sheriff's sandwich." | ||||
| Bert says, "I think the hint offer expired." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | As in, you'd like to know how you're doing, right? Floyd | Floyd | Well, although you did wind up killing Roy Heffer, it was in self Floyd | defense. And while you did break into Grady's liquor stash, that Floyd | doesn't really count as being productive. It would also be interesting Floyd | to see who would think highly of your stealing Little Jimmy's candy. Floyd | Floyd | On the bright side, you figured out a way to slip out of your hotel Floyd | room unnoticed. And putting together that plan to steal Stratford's Floyd | stallion showed at least a little ingenuity. Plus, if it weren't so Floyd | seedy and practically dishonest, having wits enough to bamboozle Grady Floyd | with a weed looking like a four-leaf clover would almost be Floyd | commendable. Floyd | Floyd | That's what you've managed to get done so far. Being generally Floyd | disruptive, that is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "score with sarah" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks (of schep), "Does the menuable version have hints?" | |||
| inky says, "hmm" | ||||
| inky says, "well, we could save and restart and try not to kill the guy" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf9" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert exclaims, "I hope that's not the key solution here!" | |||
| inky says, "maybe he will give us money in gratitude" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to restart (YES or NO)? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In retrospect, maybe all that cheap whiskey last night in Grady's Floyd | wasn't such a brilliant idea. Not the way the evil, glowing orb of the Floyd | morning sun is burning a hole through your squinting eyes and right Floyd | into the back of your head. And especially since there's a guy with a Floyd | six-shooter on his belt, ready to draw, standing thirty feet away and Floyd | facing you. Your body keeps screaming at you that you should still be Floyd | in bed. The dimly lit cage of your memory tells you that all of this Floyd | has something to do with you standing up for some woman in the saloon Floyd | last night, and right now you wish like hell you could remember. Floyd | Floyd | No one ever said you were lucky, but you are... Floyd | Floyd | SPUR Floyd | A Western Misadventure by Kent Tessman (c) 1995-1997 Floyd | Written using the Hugo Compiler v2.5 Floyd | Release 9 04-27-99 Floyd | (New players should type "help".) Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot roy's hand" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "run" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "run". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | inky says, "I guess we could just wait" | |||
Floyd | You try to move, but Roy is faster, and he shoots you in the back Floyd | before you can get away. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | inky says, "ha ha" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | Roy draws his six-shooter, yanking it from its holster and raising it Floyd | toward you... Floyd | Floyd | Do you want to keep waiting (YES or NO)? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Roy pulls the trigger. Catches you square in the chest. Ouch--that Floyd | smarts! Not to mention the fact that it kills you. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "wait for him to draw, then shoot?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "hide" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "hide". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x roy" | ||||
Floyd | You might want to spend less time staring, and more time thinking about Floyd | the fact that you're in the middle of a gunfight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | Roy draws his six-shooter, yanking it from its holster and raising it Floyd | toward you... Floyd | Floyd | Do you want to keep waiting (YES or NO)? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "shoot six-shooter" | ||||
Floyd | Would help if you had your six-shooter in your hand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x six-shooter" | ||||
Floyd | Old faithful, with the emphasis on the "old" part. And faithful Floyd | doesn't necessarily mean accurate. Floyd | Floyd | Roy pulls the trigger. Catches you square in the chest. Ouch--that Floyd | smarts! Not to mention the fact that it kills you. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "draw" | ||||
Floyd | You pull your six-shooter out of your holster. Floyd | Floyd | Roy pulls the trigger. Catches you square in the chest. Ouch--that Floyd | smarts! Not to mention the fact that it kills you. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "draw" | ||||
Floyd | You pull your six-shooter out of your holster. Floyd | Floyd | Roy draws his six-shooter, yanking it from its holster and raising it Floyd | toward you... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot six-shooter" | ||||
Floyd | You can't shoot your six-shooter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot roy's six-shooter" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen any "roy's six-shooter", nor are you likely to, even Floyd | if such a thing exists. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "I can't? oh no!!" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x roy" | ||||
Floyd | You might want to spend less time staring, and more time thinking about Floyd | the fact that you're in the middle of a gunfight. Floyd | Floyd | Roy pulls the trigger. Catches you square in the chest. Ouch--that Floyd | smarts! Not to mention the fact that it kills you. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | Roy pulls the trigger. Catches you square in the chest. Ouch--that Floyd | smarts! Not to mention the fact that it kills you. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "shoot roy" | ||||
Floyd | You beat Roy to the trigger, shooting him through the heart just as he Floyd | is aiming at yours. (And surprising yourself while you're at it that Floyd | your old gun hit him--your aim must've been off.) Roy gasps, drops his Floyd | gun, and falls to the ground, dead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot guitarist" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "guitarist". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "shoot hand" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot sun" | ||||
Floyd | You don't need to refer to that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot me" | ||||
Floyd | If you were prone to that sort of thing, you would've done that a long Floyd | time ago. It's not like desperation is new to you or anything. Floyd | Floyd | Roy pulls the trigger. Catches you square in the chest. Ouch--that Floyd | smarts! Not to mention the fact that it kills you. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "drop gun" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | Roy pulls the trigger. Catches you square in the chest. Ouch--that Floyd | smarts! Not to mention the fact that it kills you. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "talk to roy" | ||||
Floyd | Would seem the time for talking is long past. Floyd | Floyd | Roy pulls the trigger. Catches you square in the chest. Ouch--that Floyd | smarts! Not to mention the fact that it kills you. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "beg" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "beg". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "shoot roy's hand" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "I am thinking it is him or us." | |||
| Bert says, "And there are more of us." | ||||
| inky says, ">CALL ROY A NO-GOOD YELLOW-BELLIED VARMIT" | ||||
| inky says, "yeah, it's looking like that" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "insult roy" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "insult". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot dan" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anybody like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "shoot roy's holster" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen any "roy's holster", nor are you likely to, even if Floyd | such a thing exists. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot general store" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the trigger, and put a bullethole in Lucille's General Store. Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer looks at you like you're out of your gourd. Floyd | Floyd | Roy pulls the trigger. Catches you square in the chest. Ouch--that Floyd | smarts! Not to mention the fact that it kills you. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot gourd" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "gourd". Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hmm, so there are other things to shoot" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "shoot roy" | ||||
Floyd | You beat Roy to the trigger, shooting him through the heart just as he Floyd | is aiming at yours. (And surprising yourself while you're at it that Floyd | your old gun hit him--your aim must've been off.) Roy gasps, drops his Floyd | gun, and falls to the ground, dead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Roy Heffer's rapidly cooling body is here. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the south. Floyd | Floyd | (Old Dan has to make an effort to swagger around Roy's body.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "throw gun at roy" | ||||
Floyd | What exactly are you hoping for? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "saloon" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | also carrying a skeleton key and your six-shooter. Floyd | Floyd | A crowd starts to gather around you and the corpse. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy comes running past you from the north. He stops for a Floyd | second, looks at Roy's stiff, and raises his eyebrows. "Oooh. Dead Floyd | guy." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x saloon" | ||||
Floyd | The sign over the door originally just said "Grady's Saloon", but since Floyd | then "Billiards" and "Hotel" have been added. Floyd | Floyd | Bobby comes running after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | More people come out onto the street to see what happened. They see Floyd | the body. Some of them point at you and begin talking to each other in Floyd | low voices. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy goes running off to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to restart (YES or NO)? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In retrospect, maybe all that cheap whiskey last night in Grady's Floyd | wasn't such a brilliant idea. Not the way the evil, glowing orb of the Floyd | morning sun is burning a hole through your squinting eyes and right Floyd | into the back of your head. And especially since there's a guy with a Floyd | six-shooter on his belt, ready to draw, standing thirty feet away and Floyd | facing you. Your body keeps screaming at you that you should still be Floyd | in bed. The dimly lit cage of your memory tells you that all of this Floyd | has something to do with you standing up for some woman in the saloon Floyd | last night, and right now you wish like hell you could remember. Floyd | Floyd | No one ever said you were lucky, but you are... Floyd | Floyd | SPUR Floyd | A Western Misadventure by Kent Tessman (c) 1995-1997 Floyd | Written using the Hugo Compiler v2.5 Floyd | Release 9 04-27-99 Floyd | (New players should type "help".) Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | That was a rhetorical question. (Although you sound rather positive.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "shoot sign" | ||||
Floyd | Would help if you had your six-shooter in your hand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "throw gun at roy" | ||||
Floyd | You're not holding that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "squint" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "squint". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "draw" | ||||
Floyd | You pull your six-shooter out of your holster. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "shoot sign" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the trigger, and put a bullethole in Grady's Saloon, Floyd | Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer looks at you like you're out of your gourd. Floyd | Floyd | Roy draws his six-shooter, yanking it from its holster and raising it Floyd | toward you... Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "dangit" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "throw gun at roy" | ||||
Floyd | You ultimately decide that throwing your six-shooter at Roy Heffer Floyd | isn't such a great idea. Floyd | Floyd | Roy pulls the trigger. Catches you square in the chest. Ouch--that Floyd | smarts! Not to mention the fact that it kills you. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open gun" | ||||
Floyd | You crack it open. It's empty. Floyd | Floyd | Roy pulls the trigger. Catches you square in the chest. Ouch--that Floyd | smarts! Not to mention the fact that it kills you. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "?!?!" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "call time-out" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "call". Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says (to inky), "We shot the sign." | |||
| inky says, "oh ok" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tremble in fear" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "tremble". Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "but we did not shoot the deputy" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "fear roy" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "fear". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "duck" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "duck". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot south" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the trigger, and--CLICK. Your six-shooter is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot south" | ||||
Floyd | Would help if you had your six-shooter in your hand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "draw" | ||||
Floyd | You pull your six-shooter out of your holster. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot south" | ||||
Floyd | You can't shoot the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get south" | ||||
Floyd | You can't take that. Floyd | Floyd | Roy draws his six-shooter, yanking it from its holster and raising it Floyd | toward you... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get down" | ||||
Floyd | A bit redundant, don't you think? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "shoot guitar" | ||||
Floyd | You can't do that with the Spanish guitar music. Floyd | Floyd | Roy pulls the trigger. Catches you square in the chest. Ouch--that Floyd | smarts! Not to mention the fact that it kills you. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x music" | ||||
Floyd | You can't do that with the Spanish guitar music. Floyd | Floyd | Roy pulls the trigger. Catches you square in the chest. Ouch--that Floyd | smarts! Not to mention the fact that it kills you. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "listen to music" | ||||
Floyd | It's faint, but you can make out the theme to 'The Good, the Bad, and Floyd | the Ugly' fairly clearly. Floyd | Floyd | Roy pulls the trigger. Catches you square in the chest. Ouch--that Floyd | smarts! Not to mention the fact that it kills you. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | inky says, "tee hee" | |||
| Bert says, "Right. So." | ||||
| Bert asks, "Do we seek another source of hints?" | ||||
| Bert asks, "Or keep at it?" | ||||
| maga says, "hints from elsewhere, I think" | ||||
| schep says, "I gotta go. Have fun." | ||||
| schep has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | maga says, "we're nearing the three-hour mark" | |||
| Bert exclaims, "We're running out of players!" | ||||
| K-Y says, "oh no" | ||||
| K-Y says, "I may never find out how this ends" | ||||
| inky says, "we will never give up!" | ||||
| inky says, "but we may have to get some hints" | ||||
| inky says, "if Ghogg persists in being idle I guess I can look on the archive or something" | ||||
| K-Y says, "I imagine if there had been a walkthrough I would have spoiled myself long ago" | ||||
| K-Y says, "but maybe things are different now" | ||||
| Bert says, "The in-game menus don't seem to have any hints." | ||||
| Bert says, "Maybe we can IM Ghogg." | ||||
| Bert says, "Er, Hugo, I mean." | ||||
| inky says, "whoah!" | ||||
| Bert says, "(Dang, that ruined that joke.)" | ||||
| Bert asks (of inky), "Whoah?" | ||||
| inky | Keep getting caught by them deputies! I've shot the man and gotten | ||||
| inky | his $1.25, but I don't know what to do with the money. | ||||
| Bert says, "Buh." | ||||
| inky says, "says this thread on rgif" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In retrospect, maybe all that cheap whiskey last night in Grady's Floyd | wasn't such a brilliant idea. Not the way the evil, glowing orb of the Floyd | morning sun is burning a hole through your squinting eyes and right Floyd | into the back of your head. And especially since there's a guy with a Floyd | six-shooter on his belt, ready to draw, standing thirty feet away and Floyd | facing you. Your body keeps screaming at you that you should still be Floyd | in bed. The dimly lit cage of your memory tells you that all of this Floyd | has something to do with you standing up for some woman in the saloon Floyd | last night, and right now you wish like hell you could remember. Floyd | Floyd | No one ever said you were lucky, but you are... Floyd | Floyd | SPUR Floyd | A Western Misadventure by Kent Tessman (c) 1995-1997 Floyd | Written using the Hugo Compiler v2.5 Floyd | Release 9 04-27-99 Floyd | (New players should type "help".) Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | Roy Heffer is standing in front of you, his right hand dangling over Floyd | his holster, fingers twitching nervously. Somewhere in the distance, Floyd | someone strums an out-of-tune Spanish guitar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||
Floyd | Better start with a verb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "draw" | ||||
Floyd | You pull your six-shooter out of your holster. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot roy" | ||||
Floyd | You beat Roy to the trigger, shooting him through the heart just as he Floyd | is aiming at yours. (And surprising yourself while you're at it that Floyd | your old gun hit him--your aim must've been off.) Roy gasps, drops his Floyd | gun, and falls to the ground, dead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x corpse" | ||||
Floyd | Dead as a doornail, as they say. In a few minutes he'll be too stiff Floyd | to move. Roy's gun is lying in the dirt where he dropped it when you Floyd | shot him. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the south. Floyd | Floyd | (Old Dan has to make an effort to swagger around Roy's body.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get all from corpse" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing to get. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "rob corpse" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "rob". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x pants" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x corpse" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Dead as a doornail, as they say. In a few minutes he'll be too stiff Floyd | to move. Roy's gun is lying in the dirt where he dropped it when you Floyd | shot him. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x pockets" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "pockets". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "search roy" | ||||
Floyd | Roy wasn't exactly a tiny guy. You're not having the best of luck Floyd | moving him. Floyd | Floyd | A crowd starts to gather around you and the corpse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get money from corpse" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look under roy" | ||||
Floyd | Roy wasn't exactly a tiny guy. You're not having the best of luck Floyd | moving him. Floyd | Floyd | More people come out onto the street to see what happened. They see Floyd | the body. Some of them point at you and begin talking to each other in Floyd | low voices. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy comes running past you from the north. He stops for a Floyd | second, looks at Roy's stiff, and raises his eyebrows. "Oooh. Dead Floyd | guy." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "move roy" | ||||
Floyd | Roy wasn't exactly a tiny guy. You're not having the best of luck Floyd | moving him. Floyd | Floyd | Bobby comes running after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | You hear someone saying to you: "Look, partner. I dunno what your Floyd | beef with ole Roy here was, but you best be getting outta here before Floyd | the Sheriff shows up." Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy goes running off to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "push roy" | ||||
Floyd | Pushing Roy Heffer's body doesn't get you anywhere. Floyd | Floyd | Bobby chases off after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "search corpse" | ||||
Floyd | Roy wasn't exactly a tiny guy. You're not having the best of luck Floyd | moving him. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy comes running past you from the south. He stops for a Floyd | second, looks at Roy's stiff, and raises his eyebrows. "Oooh. Dead Floyd | guy." Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the east. Floyd | Floyd | (Old Dan has to make an effort to swagger around Roy's body.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot dan" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the trigger, and--CLICK. Your six-shooter is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "ask dan about roy" | ||||
Floyd | "Once in a while Roy'd buy me drink or something. Didja have to go and Floyd | kill him, of all people?" Floyd | Floyd | Bobby comes running after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | Little Jimmy goes running off to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Bobby chases off after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot dan with it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean Roy's gun.) Floyd | Old Dan isn't here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Bobby is here. Floyd | Roy Heffer's rapidly cooling body is here. Floyd | A crowd is gathering around the corpse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot bobby" | ||||
Floyd | What sort of lowlife are you, exactly? Floyd | Floyd | Bobby chases off after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | Bobby is here. Floyd | Roy Heffer's rapidly cooling body is here. Floyd | A crowd is gathering around the corpse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "dan, move roy" | ||||
Floyd | Old Dan helps you heft Roy's body a foot or two to one side. Floyd | Floyd | Roy must've dropped his wallet in the dust when you plugged him. You Floyd | take it. (What the hell--you already killed the guy.) Old Dan looks Floyd | at you expectantly. Floyd | Floyd | Bobby chases off after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says, "Aw, man." | Bert says, "Aw, man." | |||
| inky says, "sigh" | ||||
| Bert says, "I am sure I never saw that when I played before." | ||||
| inky says, "well, here we go again, I guess" | ||||
| Bert says, "I, uh, guess... yeah." | ||||
| K-Y says, "wow" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf10" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert is a newbie. | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | Roy Heffer's body: Only if you want to be spotted carting a dead body Floyd | around town. Not recommended. Floyd | gathering crowd: You can't take that. Floyd | Roy's gun: Taken. Floyd | Old Dan: Old Dan probably wouldn't be too big on that idea. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Floyd | Grady studies you as you come in. "Plannin' on paying your bill Floyd | anytime soon?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x wallet" | ||||
Floyd | Calfskin. Nice. Monogrammed with "R.H." It's closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean Roy's wallet.) Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the wallet are a quarter and a dollar bill. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give bill to grady" | ||||
Floyd | (taking the dollar bill first) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Grady refuses. "You come back with some real money, 'fores I boot your Floyd | dusty butt outta here." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x dollar" | ||||
Floyd | Good old legal tender, emblazoned with the seal of the Union. Floyd | Floyd | You watch under the swinging doors as several sets of boots show up. Floyd | The Sheriff's deputies have come looking for you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs hallway Floyd | Rooms on all sides of the landing--their doors closed and probably Floyd | locked. The stairs go back downstairs to the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The room door is locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||||
Floyd | (with the skeleton key) Floyd | Unlocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | As you open the door, it bangs against an empty whiskey bottle that had Floyd | rolled against it. The bottle skitters away into the corner of the Floyd | room. Floyd | Floyd | Your hotel room Floyd | Not too fancy, but then you get what you pay for. A bed with a Floyd | mattress that was, as you vaguely remember it, rather wooden. A wash Floyd | basin and mirror along one wall. Curtains closed, covering the single Floyd | small window. Floyd | Looks like someone slipped a piece of paper under the door while you Floyd | were out. Floyd | In the corner of the room is a whiskey bottle, empty and discarded. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get sheet and bottle and note" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anything like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x bed" | ||||
Floyd | Looking at the bed doesn't bring back any fond memories of comfortable Floyd | sleep. The bedsheet is still in a crumpled heap at the foot of the Floyd | bed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get sheet and bottle and note" | ||||
Floyd | bedsheet: Taken. Floyd | whiskey bottle: Taken. Floyd | handwritten note: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open curtain. open window. tie sheet to drainpipe. climb sheet" | ||||
Floyd | Opened. Through the closed window you can just peek around the corner Floyd | of the hotel enough to see Main Street below. You see a gang of Floyd | deputies waiting in front of the saloon--waiting for you, that is. Floyd | Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | You tie the bedsheet to the drainpipe. Floyd | Floyd | As you climb down the bedsheet, it starts to rip. One small piece of Floyd | cloth tears away and flutters down below you. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | The small piece of cloth from the bedsheet is lying on the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get cloth. get plank" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | It's attached to the side of the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "pull plank" | ||||
Floyd | With a grunt, you yank the board free from the side of the saloon. It Floyd | falls to the ground with a dull clatter, revealing an opening leading Floyd | southeast into the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the wooden plank.) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's liquor stash Floyd | In the dim light from the alleyway, you can make out the outlines of Floyd | several shelves of crates and bottles, as well as a heavy door Floyd | which--you guess--leads out into the billiards room. Sitting in the Floyd | shadows in the corner is a big wooden keg. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "fill bottle from keg" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't make any sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "fill bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You fill the bottle with Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put cloth in bottle. nw" | ||||
Floyd | You stuff the piece of cloth into the opening of the bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | You can squeeze through an opening between two boards in the side of Floyd | the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You find a foothold on the stack of barrels and clamber over. Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | To the south, you can see a gang of deputies lounging around outside Floyd | Grady's Saloon--presumably waiting for you. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, cheerfully chomping on some sticky taffy. Floyd | Floyd | Bobby comes running after Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get taffy" | ||||
Floyd | Little Jimmy bawls as you grab his candy. "Give me back my taffy! Floyd | Gimme gimme!" he hollers as he stamps his feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "kick jimmy" | ||||
Floyd | Venting your frustrations on Little Jimmy won't accomplish much. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | (opening the heavy stable door first) Floyd | With a grunt, you heave the stable door open. Floyd | Floyd | Stable Floyd | Smells musty, just like every other stable you've ever been in. Floyd | There's a meager half-light drifting down from a window in the loft Floyd | overhead, and the stable door leads back out onto Main Street to the Floyd | southeast. If anybody in this town owned a horse, this is where they'd Floyd | keep it. Floyd | The gate to one of the stalls to the north is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "it'll make us feel better, though" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | A woman slips into the stable behind you. She stands off to the side, Floyd | almost in the shadows, regarding you warily. She looks vaguely Floyd | familiar. Floyd | Floyd | The woman seems relieved. "Good. I wasn't sure if you'd actually Floyd | come," she says. Floyd | Floyd | She goes to the stable door and looks outside, making sure that the two Floyd | of you are alone before she closes it. Floyd | Floyd | Do you want to keep waiting (YES or NO)? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "irritating not to be able to see the time" | |||
| inky says, "but I guess that works" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about the future of our relationship" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "future". Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Not sure there's much we can do without going south anyway. I guess we coulda clovered." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about sarah" | ||||
Floyd | The strangely familiar woman would probably rather not talk about Floyd | herself. Floyd | Floyd | "That must mean you remember what I told you last night in Grady's, Floyd | right? About Glen Heffer? I mean before his bastard son showed up and Floyd | started causing trouble." Floyd | Floyd | That's when it hits you: this is the woman for whose honor--directly Floyd | or indirectly--you ended up in a gunfight this morning. Sarah or Floyd | Sandra or Samantha or something like that. Sarah. That's right: Floyd | Sarah. Whew. Nice memory on you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about glen" | ||||
Floyd | "I guess he can add kidnapper and blackmailer to his list of Floyd | accomplishments, right after thief, murderer, and son-of-a-bitch." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about me" | ||||
Floyd | Hopefully you know as much as anyone. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah looks at you skeptically again. "Okay. Here's what you have to Floyd | do," she says. "You have a horse, right? I mean, I'm assuming you do. Floyd | If you don't, you'll have to get yourself one. I guess I just figure Floyd | any cowboy worth his weight in dust has a horse. You know the road Floyd | going east just north of town? Ride east, all the way to the end. Floyd | You'll know when you're there because you'll find me waiting for you." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about uncle" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't seen anybody like that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about roy" | ||||
Floyd | "Last night in Grady's? Last night Roy knew exactly what I was talking Floyd | about, about Uncle Bucky. Today? Well, today I'm glad you shot him." Floyd | Floyd | Sarah's face softens a little, and some of her tough facade fades away. Floyd | Floyd | "Look, I don't know if you're a hero or just not very smart or what. Floyd | It was more than enough that you stood up for me against Roy. Now Floyd | this. It's probably more than I can ask, but...thank you." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask sarah about bucky" | ||||
Floyd | "He may be a little strange, but, hey, he's my uncle, and he's dear to Floyd | me--and it's not just because he's got a lot of money. But I'm not Floyd | going to let that rotten snake Glen Heffer force me into coming up with Floyd | ransom money--Uncle Bucky wouldn't want that." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tell sarah about roy" | ||||
Floyd | Sarah doesn't seem particularly interested in what you have to say Floyd | about Roy Heffer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tell sarah about me" | ||||
Floyd | Sarah doesn't seem particularly interested in what you have to say Floyd | about you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tell sarah about horse" | ||||
Floyd | Sarah doesn't seem particularly interested in what you have to say Floyd | about the horseshoe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "kiss sarah" | ||||
Floyd | She pushes you away. "Hey, hayseed. I don't know what you think Floyd | you've got coming for helping me out, but if that's it, you can just Floyd | forget it." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "feel sarah" | ||||
Floyd | Fiddling with Sarah probably isn't the best use of your time at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "I beg to differ." | |||
| maga says, "I'll be the judge of t- yeah" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "fiddle while hay burns" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "fiddle". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stable Floyd | The gate to one of the stalls to the north is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Yup. Magic." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | Verbose descriptions. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "se.w.pull weeds" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | To the south, you can see a gang of deputies lounging around outside Floyd | Grady's Saloon--presumably waiting for you. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here, jumping up and down in place. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. He gives you grouchy look. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Empty lot Floyd | Standing where you are, in the middle of a thicket of weeds, you're Floyd | faced by a wall of impenetrable brush to the north. Just to the right Floyd | of the trees, to the northeast, is the entrance the local stable. Back Floyd | east is Main Street. Floyd | Floyd | Pulling the thicket of weeds doesn't get you anywhere. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "pull weed" | ||||
Floyd | Pulling the thicket of weeds doesn't get you anywhere. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "pluck weed" | ||||
Floyd | You're not holding that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get weed" | ||||
Floyd | You pluck one of the weeds from the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "pluck leaf. pluck leaf." | ||||
Floyd | You pluck a leaf from the weed. It flutters away. Floyd | Floyd | You pluck another leaf from the weed. It flutters away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | To the south, you can see a gang of deputies lounging around outside Floyd | Grady's Saloon--presumably waiting for you. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here, running in circles around Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s.e.give clover" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. He gives you grouchy look. Floyd | Floyd | As you arrive, the deputies jump up from where they've been waiting for Floyd | you, grab you, and push you to the ground. They quickly shackle your Floyd | hands before hauling you back to your feet. Time to go see the Floyd | Sheriff... Floyd | Floyd | ...and the gallows. Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | To the south, you can see a gang of deputies lounging around outside Floyd | Grady's Saloon--presumably waiting for you. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here, running in circles around Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Knowing full well there's a way over the barrels and crates, you Floyd | clamber awkwardly over the stack... Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | You can squeeze through an opening between two boards in the side of Floyd | the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "climb sheet" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | You can squeeze through an opening between two boards in the side of Floyd | the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You scramble back up the bedsheet to the open window. Floyd | Floyd | Your hotel room Floyd | Not too fancy, but then you get what you pay for. A bed with a Floyd | mattress that was, as you vaguely remember it, rather wooden. A wash Floyd | basin and mirror along one wall. Curtains open, revealing the single Floyd | small window and Main Street below. Floyd | Through the open curtains, you can see your bedsheet fluttering from Floyd | where it is tied to the drainpipe outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e.d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs hallway Floyd | Rooms on all sides of the landing--their doors closed and probably Floyd | locked. The stairs go back downstairs to the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel Floyd | Sunlight glares in through the swinging saloonesque doors, only to be Floyd | swallowed up by the murkiness inside. Tables and chairs, barstools Floyd | along the long counter, and a room-length mirror behind the bar. Floyd | There's a horseshoe tacked to the wall, too. Stairs go up to the hotel Floyd | rooms on the second floor. The billiards room, such as it is, is in Floyd | the northwest corner. Floyd | You catch glimpses of boots underneath the swinging doors, walking Floyd | back and forth outside the saloon--the Sheriff's deputies, presumably Floyd | waiting for you. Floyd | Grady is behind the bar. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. He mutters something about cheap cowboys. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | He gives you grouchy look as he goes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give clover to grady" | ||||
Floyd | "A four-leaf clover? For me? I ...well, I don't know what to say. Floyd | Maybe this'll turn my luck around. Maybe I misjudged you." And with Floyd | that, Grady takes the weed from you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask grady for shed key" | ||||
Floyd | "You want to get into that old shed? Nothing but junk in there," Grady Floyd | says. But then he shrugs and digs out the key anyway, putting it down Floyd | on the counter. Floyd | Floyd | Grady pulls out a cloth and polishes up the bar a little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get shed key" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs hallway Floyd | Rooms on all sides of the landing--their doors closed and probably Floyd | locked. The stairs go back downstairs to the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your hotel room Floyd | Not too fancy, but then you get what you pay for. A bed with a Floyd | mattress that was, as you vaguely remember it, rather wooden. A wash Floyd | basin and mirror along one wall. Curtains open, revealing the single Floyd | small window and Main Street below. Floyd | Through the open curtains, you can see your bedsheet fluttering from Floyd | where it is tied to the drainpipe outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "climb sheet" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | You can squeeze through an opening between two boards in the side of Floyd | the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | The shed door is locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "unlock it" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the shed door.) Floyd | (with the shed key) Floyd | Unlocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open it. n" | ||||
Floyd | (Assuming you mean the shed door.) Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Grady's storage shed Floyd | It's dark in here. The only light bleeds in through the window and Floyd | the open door. Looks like this is where Grady keeps most of his junk. Floyd | Resting on the ground against one wall is a ten-foot wooden ladder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get ladder" | ||||
Floyd | You're carrying too much to take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. Some of Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX is Floyd | sloshing around inside the whiskey bottle. A scrap of cloth is stuffed Floyd | in the mouth of the bottle. You are also carrying two keys (a skeleton Floyd | key and the shed key), two pistols (your six-shooter and Roy's gun), Floyd | Roy's wallet, a dollar bill, a handwritten note, a wooden plank, and Floyd | some sticky taffy. Inside the wallet is a quarter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "drop note and keys" | ||||
Floyd | handwritten note: Dropped. Floyd | keys: skeleton key: Dropped. Floyd | shed key: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put cloth in bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You're not holding that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put dollar in bottle" | ||||
Floyd | That's probably not going to work. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put dollar in wallet" | ||||
Floyd | You put the dollar bill in Roy's wallet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put all in wallet" | ||||
Floyd | You can't put multiple objects. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put roy's pistol in wallet" | ||||
Floyd | Wallets are for money, not for Roy's gun. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put my pistol in holster" | ||||
Floyd | Which pistol do you mean, your six-shooter or Roy's gun? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "mine" | ||||
Floyd | You put your six-shooter in the holster. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get ladder" | ||||
Floyd | You're carrying too much to take that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. Some of Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX is Floyd | sloshing around inside the whiskey bottle. A scrap of cloth is stuffed Floyd | in the mouth of the bottle. You are also carrying Roy's wallet, Roy's Floyd | gun, a wooden plank, and some sticky taffy. Tucked in your holster is Floyd | your six-shooter.Inside the wallet are a quarter and a dollar bill. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Stupid wallet." | |||
| Bert says, "Also, missing space." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "drop plank. get ladder" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | You can squeeze through an opening between two boards in the side of Floyd | the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You find a foothold on the stack of barrels and clamber over, dragging Floyd | the ladder after you. Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here, jumping up and down in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stable Floyd | Smells musty, just like every other stable you've ever been in. Floyd | There's a meager half-light drifting down from a window in the loft Floyd | overhead, and the stable door leads back out onto Main Street to the Floyd | southeast. If anybody in this town owned a horse, this is where they'd Floyd | keep it. Floyd | The gate to one of the stalls to the north is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "lean ladder against loft. climb ladder. climb tree. d. w" | ||||
Floyd | You lean the ladder against the loft, just where the hayloft begins. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Sitting in the hayloft Floyd | About ten or so feet off the stable floor. Too far to jump--better Floyd | to make wise use of the ladder which is still leaning against the wall. Floyd | Sunlight shines in through a small square window. Floyd | Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stable Floyd | Smells musty, just like every other stable you've ever been in. Floyd | There's a meager half-light drifting down from a window in the loft Floyd | overhead, and the stable door leads back out onto Main Street to the Floyd | southeast. If anybody in this town owned a horse, this is where they'd Floyd | keep it. Floyd | The gate to one of the stalls to the north is closed. Floyd | The ten-foot ladder is leaning against the loft. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Sitting in the hayloft Floyd | About ten or so feet off the stable floor. Too far to jump--better Floyd | to make wise use of the ladder which is still leaning against the wall. Floyd | Sunlight shines in through a small square window. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "climb tree" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Perched on the top branch of an oak tree Floyd | In the manner of a crow or vulture or some other sort of Floyd | top-branch-perching bird. The loft window is behind you, technically Floyd | to the southeast, while the ground is perilously far below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "d. w" | ||||
Floyd | Down, you say? Well, you begin to shimmy down the tree, precariously Floyd | clutching onto branches and outcroppings of tough bark--whatever you Floyd | can reach. Finally, scraped and bruised all to hell, you find yourself Floyd | on firm ground. Floyd | Floyd | Hidden meadow Floyd | Obviously not a popular picnic spot; in fact, if not for your vantage Floyd | point perched atop the tree, you would never have known it was here, Floyd | much less be able to blindly navigate your way through the thick of Floyd | trees to the south. The meadow opens up to the west. Floyd | Strutting proudly around the meadow is a fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Front porch Floyd | Of a mansion, or what might be considered a mansion if it weren't Floyd | quite so rustic looking. It's as if someone took a giant tub of Dr. Floyd | Ricardo's Growth Tonic (which he peddles to the unsuspecting populace Floyd | whenever he's in town, about every four months or so) and poured it Floyd | over one of the ramshackle houses--albeit one of the nicer Floyd | ones--scattered about Tumbleweed Flats. You can enter the house to the Floyd | west. Floyd | John Stratford is sitting in his rocking chair, smoking his pipe. Floyd | His trusty shotgun is across his lap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give taffy to john" | ||||
Floyd | Stratford looks surprised. "Why, thank you," he says. "Who told you Floyd | that I do so love this taffy?" He munches on the candy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e.get on horse" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hidden meadow Floyd | Obviously not a popular picnic spot; in fact, if not for your vantage Floyd | point perched atop the tree, you would never have known it was here, Floyd | much less be able to blindly navigate your way through the thick of Floyd | trees to the south. The meadow opens up to the west. Floyd | Strutting proudly around the meadow is a fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | You get on the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride s" | ||||
Floyd | You give the red stallion a couple of pokes in its sides with your Floyd | spurs, and the animal breaks into a trot. A couple of seconds later, Floyd | however, an old man in an ascot and a mop of gray hair (John Stratford, Floyd | that is) comes chasing after you from the west. Floyd | Floyd | He tries to shout something at you, but his mouth is gummed up with Floyd | taffy. The same goes for his fingers, which are useless so far as Floyd | pulling the trigger on the shotgun he is aiming at you. Floyd | Floyd | Your parched brain tries as hard as it possibly can to remember what Floyd | the path through the trees looked like from above, and you start Floyd | forging a path... Floyd | Floyd | Empty lot, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Standing where you are, in the middle of a thicket of weeds, you're Floyd | faced by a wall of impenetrable brush to the north. Just to the right Floyd | of the trees, to the northeast, is the entrance the local stable. Back Floyd | east is Main Street. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here, running in circles around Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get off" | ||||
Floyd | You get off of the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the south. Floyd | Floyd | He mutters something about cheap cowboys. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Knowing full well there's a way over the barrels and crates, you Floyd | clamber awkwardly over the stack... Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | You can squeeze through an opening between two boards in the side of Floyd | the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Grady's storage shed Floyd | It's dark in here. The only light bleeds in through the window and Floyd | the open door. Looks like this is where Grady keeps most of his junk. Floyd | A handwritten note, a skeleton key, the shed key, and a wooden plank Floyd | are here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get plank" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow alley Floyd | Running along the north side of Grady's--the old wall of the building Floyd | is directly behind you. Grady's storage shed is just to the north, and Floyd | Main Street is back out to the west. You're well hidden by a stack of Floyd | old, sun-bleached wooden barrels. Overhead, you can see your Floyd | bedsheet, flapping in the wind from where it's still attached to the Floyd | drainpipe. Floyd | You can squeeze through an opening between two boards in the side of Floyd | the saloon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You find a foothold on the stack of barrels and clamber over. Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf11" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, a trail kit (one dollar), and a pick-axe (five Floyd | dollars). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "but kit" | ||||
Floyd | Better start with a verb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "buy kit" | ||||
Floyd | You plunk down your dollar--Roy's dollar, actually, but he's not going Floyd | to be needing it--and buy the trail kit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open kit" | ||||
Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | The trail kit contains a matchbook, a fork, a spoon, and some beef Floyd | jerky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "light match" | ||||
Floyd | You strike a match. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Lucille's General Store Floyd | More clutter than any person in their right mind would know what to Floyd | do with. Luckily Lucille has the right idea: put it all on shelves Floyd | and call it a General Store. Among other things, the shelves contain a Floyd | box of bullets (one dollar), a box of shotgun shells (three dollars), Floyd | an empty taffy box, and a pick-axe (five dollars). Floyd | Lucille herself is standing behind the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. He gives you grouchy look. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "show bottle to dan" | ||||
Floyd | Old Dan's eyes widen. He grabs at the bottle, almost throwing himself Floyd | off-balance. As he weaves: "Gimme that! For the love of God, give me Floyd | that!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here, jumping up and down in place. Floyd | The fiery red stallion is standing patiently nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get on stallion" | ||||
Floyd | You get on the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of town, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | You can still see Tumbleweed Flats behind you where the road curves Floyd | around from the south. A dead, rotted tree stands here, marking the Floyd | memory of the last living thing between here and where the road Floyd | disappears into the eastern distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y asks, "hmm, did Dan want his cut?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of town, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | You can still see Tumbleweed Flats behind you where the road curves Floyd | around from the south. A dead, rotted tree stands here, marking the Floyd | memory of the last living thing between here and where the road Floyd | disappears into the eastern distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here, running in circles around Little Jimmy. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan arrives from the south. Floyd | Floyd | He gives you grouchy look. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give quarter to dan" | ||||
Floyd | (taking the quarter first) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | "Well, much obliged, partner," Old Dan says as he takes the quarter. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "I have no idea if that helped or hindred us." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here, running in circles around Little Jimmy. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | He has a quarter. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | He has a quarter. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | South end of Main Street, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Standing here in the middle of Main Street, you are directly across Floyd | from the Tumbleweed Flats Sheriff's Department, which is directly to Floyd | the east. Not the safest place to hang out, perhaps, considering that Floyd | the gallows are right on the other side of the street--and you might as Floyd | well try and avoid that particular inevitability for as long as Floyd | possible. Might be a better idea to head north, back up Main Street. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. Floyd | He has a quarter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| K-Y says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | As in, you'd like to know how you're doing, right? Floyd | Floyd | Well, although you did wind up killing Roy Heffer, it was in self Floyd | defense. And while you did break into Grady's liquor stash, that Floyd | doesn't really count as being productive. It would also be interesting Floyd | to see who would think highly of your stealing Little Jimmy's candy. Floyd | Floyd | On the bright side, you figured out a way to slip out of your hotel Floyd | room unnoticed. And putting together that plan to steal Stratford's Floyd | stallion showed at least a little ingenuity. Plus, if it weren't so Floyd | seedy and practically dishonest, having wits enough to bamboozle Grady Floyd | with a weed looking like a four-leaf clover would almost be Floyd | commendable. Floyd | Floyd | That's what you've managed to get done so far. Being generally Floyd | disruptive, that is. Floyd | Floyd | > | K-Y says, "no indication" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get off" | ||||
Floyd | You get off of the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get quarter" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the north. Floyd | Floyd | He gives you grouchy look as he goes. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert shrugs. | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get on stallion" | ||||
Floyd | You get on the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | To walk, you will have to get off of the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Otherwise, try "ride" or "gallop" and a direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Main Street, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | The name might be a bit of overkill--after all, Tumbleweed Flats is a Floyd | town with only one street. The sun beats down from above, lighting up Floyd | the dusty haze stretching the length of the street north and south of Floyd | here. On either side are rows of weathered wooden buildings. Floyd | Immediately to the west is Lucille's General Store; to the east is Floyd | Grady's Saloon, Billiards, and Hotel. Floyd | Old Dan, the town drunk, is here, standing in place and swaying Floyd | slightly. He gives you grouchy look. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. Some of Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX is Floyd | sloshing around inside the whiskey bottle. A scrap of cloth is stuffed Floyd | in the mouth of the bottle. You are also carrying Roy's wallet, Roy's Floyd | gun, a wooden plank, a trail kit, and a quarter. Tucked in your Floyd | holster is your six-shooter.The trail kit contains a matchbook, a fork, Floyd | a spoon, and some beef jerky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put quarter in wallet" | ||||
Floyd | You put the quarter in Roy's wallet. Floyd | Floyd | Old Dan heads off to the east. Floyd | Floyd | He mutters something about cheap cowboys as he goes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North end of Main Street, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Now leaving the bustling metropolis of Tumbleweed Flats, pop. 59. Floyd | The local stable is off to the northwest, just north of an empty field. Floyd | To the east is the north end of the hotel, although it doesn't look Floyd | like you'd be able to get by the stack of crates and barrels. A dusty Floyd | road continues north out of town. Floyd | Little Jimmy is here, looking sullen. Floyd | Bobby is here, jumping up and down in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of town, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | You can still see Tumbleweed Flats behind you where the road curves Floyd | around from the south. A dead, rotted tree stands here, marking the Floyd | memory of the last living thing between here and where the road Floyd | disappears into the eastern distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to specify a direction as well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | The red stallion gallops along without faltering, eating up the Floyd | distance, Tumbleweed Flats disappearing far behind you. Floyd | Floyd | End of the road, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | The dusty road stretches back to the west as far as the eye can see, Floyd | and then some. A steep bank rises up to the southeast; you can't see Floyd | what might be at the top of it. Floyd | Sarah is here, sitting atop her beautiful Arabian horse. Floyd | Floyd | "I'm glad you made it," Sarah says as she climbs down from her horse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get off" | ||||
Floyd | You get off of the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Top of a steep bank Floyd | From the top of this incline, you can look back to see the dusty road Floyd | stretching out of sight to the west. Over the crest of the hill, you Floyd | can see the Heffer ranch house to the south--quite an impressive sight, Floyd | to be honest. A hayfield opens up to the east. Floyd | Standing guarding the front of the house is Glen Heffer's Floyd | mean-looking henchman Large Duane. Lucky for you he can't see you. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah scrambles up the bank after you. "I hope you know what you're Floyd | doing," she says. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf12" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "OK, I believe this is where we left off..." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | holding a whiskey bottle. Some of Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX is Floyd | sloshing around inside the whiskey bottle. A scrap of cloth is stuffed Floyd | in the mouth of the bottle. You are also carrying Roy's wallet, Roy's Floyd | gun, a wooden plank, and a trail kit. Tucked in your holster is your Floyd | six-shooter.Inside the wallet is a quarter.The trail kit contains a Floyd | matchbook, a fork, a spoon, and some beef jerky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "light match" | ||||
Floyd | You strike a match. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "light cloth" | ||||
Floyd | You touch the match to the cloth, and it begins to burn. Floyd | Floyd | The match goes out. You drop it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "throw bottle at hay" | ||||
Floyd | You wind up and toss the bottle with its burning fuse and payload of Floyd | Grandma Grady's Wicked XXX at one of the haystacks, which catches fire Floyd | with a WHOOSH and soon builds into a roaring blaze. Even from here, Floyd | you can see Large Duane's eyes go wide as saucers when he catches sight Floyd | of the haystack flaring up like a match head. He runs like a madman Floyd | into the hayfield, stomping on patches of flaming grass and kicking Floyd | dirt onto the fire. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah glares at you. "You are crazy, aren't you?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | That was a rhetorical question. (Although you sound rather positive.) Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "And now the phone rings." | |||
| inky says, "f tell sarah I am crazy .. like a fox. a fox that's on fire" | ||||
| Ghogg says, "wow, I guess you guys didn't need hints" | ||||
| inky says, "I had to look on the newsgroup to see there was money on the body" | ||||
| Ghogg says, "you were hovering so close" | ||||
| inky says, "it's pretty tricky to get it" | ||||
| Bert asks, "Were we all that close at all?" | ||||
| Bert says, "(Back now.)" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Beside the house Floyd | Nestled between the house and the edge of the hayfield. There isn't Floyd | much here except a window. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah follows after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open window" | ||||
Floyd | You can't do that with window. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ghogg says, "yeah, you were talking about the money and one of you said to search the body and the response was you already did" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "enter window" | ||||
Floyd | You can't enter window. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Mmm." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||||
Floyd | Through the window you can see the inside of the house, as well as two Floyd | men. One of the men seems to be holding the other hostage--the Floyd | giveaway being the gun he's holding on him. Floyd | Floyd | "Uncle Bucky!" exclaims Sarah. Then her eyes narrow. "And that Floyd | bastard Glen Heffer." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot glen" | ||||
Floyd | Glen Heffer isn't here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x men" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "men". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "break window" | ||||
Floyd | Your attempt to break the window attracts the attention of Glen Heffer, Floyd | Large Duane, and the rest of Heffer's hired guns, who corner you Floyd | against the house and proceed to do away with you turkey-shoot-style. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Beside the house Floyd | Nestled between the house and the edge of the hayfield. There isn't Floyd | much here except a window. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | also carrying Roy's wallet, Roy's gun, a wooden plank, and a trail kit. Floyd | Tucked in your holster is your six-shooter.Inside the wallet is a Floyd | quarter.The trail kit contains a matchbook, a fork, a spoon, and some Floyd | beef jerky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give spoon to sarah" | ||||
Floyd | (taking the spoon first) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah politely refuses. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can only go out back to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "enter window" | ||||
Floyd | You can't enter window. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | Try using the door around front. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can only go out back to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Top of a steep bank Floyd | From the top of this incline, you can look back to see the dusty road Floyd | stretching out of sight to the west. Over the crest of the hill, you Floyd | can see the Heffer ranch house to the south--quite an impressive sight, Floyd | to be honest. A hayfield opens up to the east. Floyd | Large Duane is off to the east, trying to put out the burning Floyd | haystack! Floyd | Floyd | Sarah follows you back out into the open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Front of the Heffer ranch house Floyd | Nice building, no doubt the product of years of ill-gotten gains. Floyd | Directly south of you is the front door, which is closed. You can Floyd | backtrack to the top of the steep bank to the north, or go northeast Floyd | into the hayfield. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah follows after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside the house Floyd | This is the front hallway or foyer or entrance or whatever you want Floyd | to call it. The front door is behind you to the north. The house Floyd | opens up into the east wing to the east and the west wing to the west. Floyd | (Mental note: you can hear voices coming from either wing). Going Floyd | straight south will take you through to the living room, and it looks Floyd | like the kitchen is off to the southwest--you can see pots, pans, and a Floyd | cast-iron stove through the archway. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah walks quietly into the house after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Wowsa. Still going." | |||
| Bert says, "Yeah. I seem to be the only one left typing, though." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "I have to head out again, but are we still having fun?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Bert), "Aw." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | East wing Floyd | Walking east from the front entrance, you pass through Glen Heffer's Floyd | game room, full of animals that made a stop at the taxidermist's on Floyd | their way here from the wild. Lots of ivory, skins, furs--the marks of Floyd | a big-game hunter. Also lots of weapons, which probably explains the Floyd | preponderance in this room of guys with guns--Heffer's hired guns, to Floyd | be exact--who sit around cleaning, reloading, and talking about Floyd | cleaning and reloading and shooting. Floyd | Floyd | The hired guns look up as you come in; hell, they're as surprised as Floyd | you are. But they quickly get over it and respond with the clicking of Floyd | pistol hammers, the whoosh-clack of shotgun loading, and the KABLAM! of Floyd | several pounds of hot lead being sent in your direction. (Next time Floyd | you make a mental note, try to remember where you put it.) Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside the house Floyd | This is the front hallway or foyer or entrance or whatever you want Floyd | to call it. The front door is behind you to the north. The house Floyd | opens up into the east wing to the east and the west wing to the west. Floyd | (Mental note: you can hear voices coming from either wing). Going Floyd | straight south will take you through to the living room, and it looks Floyd | like the kitchen is off to the southwest--you can see pots, pans, and a Floyd | cast-iron stove through the archway. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Hm, well, I haven't played this, and I also need to head out, but I'll catch you later - good luck!" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | West wing Floyd | This is the eating area of the kitchen to the south; from here you Floyd | can go back to the front entrance to the east. This isn't the proper Floyd | dining room, you guess, seeing as it doesn't seem quite fancy enough. Floyd | Also seeing as it's currently populated by a host of Floyd | less-than-immaculately-kept hired guns how are feasting on vittles Floyd | consisting of tough grilled steak and lots of baked beans. Floyd | Floyd | The hired guns look up as you come in; hell, they're as surprised as Floyd | you are. But they quickly get over it and respond with the clicking of Floyd | pistol hammers, the whoosh-clack of shotgun loading, and the KABLAM! of Floyd | several pounds of hot lead being sent in your direction. (Next time Floyd | you make a mental note, try to remember where you put it.) Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside the house Floyd | This is the front hallway or foyer or entrance or whatever you want Floyd | to call it. The front door is behind you to the north. The house Floyd | opens up into the east wing to the east and the west wing to the west. Floyd | (Mental note: you can hear voices coming from either wing). Going Floyd | straight south will take you through to the living room, and it looks Floyd | like the kitchen is off to the southwest--you can see pots, pans, and a Floyd | cast-iron stove through the archway. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | It's a kitchen large enough to prepare grub for the Heffer family and Floyd | all Glen Heffer's hired help--what most people in Tumbleweed Flats call Floyd | hired guns. (And you might want to count the Heffer ranch-house cook Floyd | among your supporters. After all, you did lighten his workload by Floyd | one.) There's a big cast-iron stove over to one side, and a huge array Floyd | of pots and pans and other dishes in various stages of use, being used, Floyd | and getting ready to be used again. Walking north will take you Floyd | straight into the west wing, while northeast leads back to the main Floyd | entrance. South continues right on out the back door. Floyd | Floyd | "What are we doing in the kitchen?" Sarah asks, following you Floyd | nonetheless. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "let's fix up a mess o' grub" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x stove" | ||||
Floyd | It's a massive, bulky, cast-iron number, taking up most of one corner Floyd | of the kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Mmm, fresh grubs." | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "open stove" | ||||
Floyd | You can't do that with the cast-iron stove. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x pots" | ||||
Floyd | Your basic pots and pans. Although there are a lot of them. Time to Floyd | start putting two and two together, partner. Lots and lots of folks Floyd | get fed here. How many of them you think are going to be your friend? Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "have we been out the back door?" | |||
| Bert says, "No." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get pots" | ||||
Floyd | The last thing you need right now is to start a-clatterin' away in here Floyd | trying to make off with the Heffer family's collection of pots and Floyd | pans. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the ranch house Floyd | The back door and the kitchen door lead back into the house to the Floyd | north and northwest, respectively. From here, you can look out over Floyd | the steep bank you originally came up--almost a cliff, really--at the Floyd | bottom of which are two horses: yours and Sarah's. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah follows after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||
Floyd | You leap over the cliff and into the open air. Looking down, you can Floyd | see your horse below you. You sight your target between your legs as Floyd | you fall-- Floyd | Floyd | --PLUNK! Right in the saddle. Floyd | Floyd | End of the road, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | The dusty road stretches back to the west as far as the eye can see, Floyd | and then some. A steep bank rises up to the southeast; you can't see Floyd | what might be at the top of it. Floyd | Sarah's Arabian is here, snacking contentedly on a small patch of Floyd | grass. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "We also haven't tried the living room, or whatever it was south of the entry." | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the ranch house Floyd | The back door and the kitchen door lead back into the house to the Floyd | north and northwest, respectively. From here, you can look out over Floyd | the steep bank you originally came up--almost a cliff, really--at the Floyd | bottom of which are two horses: yours and Sarah's. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "excellent" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The back door is locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | (opening the kitchen door first) Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | It's a kitchen large enough to prepare grub for the Heffer family and Floyd | all Glen Heffer's hired help--what most people in Tumbleweed Flats call Floyd | hired guns. (And you might want to count the Heffer ranch-house cook Floyd | among your supporters. After all, you did lighten his workload by Floyd | one.) There's a big cast-iron stove over to one side, and a huge array Floyd | of pots and pans and other dishes in various stages of use, being used, Floyd | and getting ready to be used again. Walking north will take you Floyd | straight into the west wing, while northeast leads back to the main Floyd | entrance. South continues right on out the back door. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah walks quickly after you, protesting: "Shouldn't we be getting Floyd | the heck out of here?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside the house Floyd | This is the front hallway or foyer or entrance or whatever you want Floyd | to call it. The front door is behind you to the north. The house Floyd | opens up into the east wing to the east and the west wing to the west. Floyd | (Mental note: you can hear voices coming from either wing). Going Floyd | straight south will take you through to the living room, and it looks Floyd | like the kitchen is off to the southwest--you can see pots, pans, and a Floyd | cast-iron stove through the archway. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah follows you back to the front entrance. "Are you lost?" she Floyd | asks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | That was a rhetorical question. (Although you sound rather positive.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Living room Floyd | A giant fireplace takes up most of the east wall. Typical Floyd | living-room furniture and adornments decorate the room--although these Floyd | are perhaps a little nicer than usual. The room opens up to the Floyd | entrance hall to the north; going south will take you out the back door Floyd | to the rear of the house. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting in a chair is an old man, cheerful despite the fact that his Floyd | hands are tied with coarse rope. He's having the business end of a Floyd | pistol brandished at him by another man--Glen Heffer, by his Floyd | resemblance to the late Roy. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah comes into the living room after you and spies the bound man. Floyd | "Uncle Bucky!" Then she sees Heffer, and snarls: "You withered old Floyd | son of a bitch..." Floyd | Floyd | Heffer leaps to his feet and yanks Uncle Bucky roughly to his feet. Floyd | The two of them make a break for the back door--Heffer running and Floyd | towing a stumbling Bucky behind him. The door slams behind them. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah spins toward you. "Did you see that?" she asks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "no" | ||||
Floyd | That was a rhetorical question. (Although you sound rather negative.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "f shoot glen with roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use the word "f". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot glen with roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | Glen Heffer isn't here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | (opening the back door first) Floyd | As soon as you open the door, you are greeted by a flash of light Floyd | followed by a loud BANG a split-second later. As your knees buckle and Floyd | your eyes close, the last thing you see is Glen Heffer's smoking Floyd | pistol. A rule of thumb for the next life: Never open a door behind Floyd | which is waiting someone who wants to kill you. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Living room Floyd | A giant fireplace takes up most of the east wall. Typical Floyd | living-room furniture and adornments decorate the room--although these Floyd | are perhaps a little nicer than usual. The room opens up to the Floyd | entrance hall to the north; going south will take you out the back door Floyd | to the rear of the house. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside the house Floyd | This is the front hallway or foyer or entrance or whatever you want Floyd | to call it. The front door is behind you to the north. The house Floyd | opens up into the east wing to the east and the west wing to the west. Floyd | (Mental note: you can hear voices coming from either wing). Going Floyd | straight south will take you through to the living room, and it looks Floyd | like the kitchen is off to the southwest--you can see pots, pans, and a Floyd | cast-iron stove through the archway. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah follows you back to the front entrance. "Are you lost?" she Floyd | asks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | It's a kitchen large enough to prepare grub for the Heffer family and Floyd | all Glen Heffer's hired help--what most people in Tumbleweed Flats call Floyd | hired guns. (And you might want to count the Heffer ranch-house cook Floyd | among your supporters. After all, you did lighten his workload by Floyd | one.) There's a big cast-iron stove over to one side, and a huge array Floyd | of pots and pans and other dishes in various stages of use, being used, Floyd | and getting ready to be used again. Walking north will take you Floyd | straight into the west wing, while northeast leads back to the main Floyd | entrance. South continues right on out the back door. Floyd | Floyd | "What are we doing in the kitchen?" Sarah asks, following you Floyd | nonetheless. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the ranch house Floyd | The back door and the kitchen door lead back into the house to the Floyd | north and northwest, respectively. From here, you can look out over Floyd | the steep bank you originally came up--almost a cliff, really--at the Floyd | bottom of which are two horses: yours and Sarah's. Floyd | Glen Heffer is here, alternately waving his pistol menacingly back Floyd | and forth between you and Uncle Bucky, whom he's got by the collar. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah follows after you. Floyd | Floyd | Heffer levels the barrel of his gun betwixt your eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot glen with roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | You take aim at Old Man Heffer and-- Floyd | Floyd | --miss! Your bullet comes close enough to rustle old Glen's hair, but Floyd | it misses just the same. Unluckily for you, Glen himself is unruffled Floyd | enough to return the favor and send some lead in your direction. Three Floyd | shots. Floyd | Floyd | But he misses, too. Floyd | Floyd | Glen's bullets send you dancing out of the way, almost diving into the Floyd | dirt. And then Sarah lifts up her pistol and cleanly puts Glen Heffer Floyd | away. His body hits the ground with a thud. Uncle Bucky is still Floyd | standing there, hands bound, face white, and eyes wide. "Sarah, Floyd | honey..." he says. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah turns to look at you. "Now what?" she asks. "Are you going to Floyd | get us out of here?" Floyd | Floyd | > | Ghogg says, "rockin'" | |||
| inky says, "outshot by a girl, man" | ||||
| Ghogg says, "you might want to save" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | inky says, "good idea" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf12" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "do we jump now?" | |||
| Bert says, "I guess she just brought us along as a distraction." | ||||
| inky says, "hee hee" | ||||
| Ghogg says, "yeah, I think you might be able to ride off in the sunset" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||
Floyd | You leap over the cliff and into the open air. Looking down, you can Floyd | see your horse below you. You sight your target between your legs as Floyd | you fall-- Floyd | Floyd | --PLUNK! Right in the saddle. Floyd | Floyd | End of the road, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | The dusty road stretches back to the west as far as the eye can see, Floyd | and then some. A steep bank rises up to the southeast; you can't see Floyd | what might be at the top of it. Floyd | Sarah's Arabian is here, snacking contentedly on a small patch of Floyd | grass. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ghogg says, "(I am totally forgetting this part)" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride w" | ||||
Floyd | The red stallion gallops along, and before too long delivers you safely Floyd | to the west end of the long, dusty road. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of town, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | You can still see Tumbleweed Flats behind you where the road curves Floyd | around from the south. A dead, rotted tree stands here, marking the Floyd | memory of the last living thing between here and where the road Floyd | disappears into the eastern distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hmm" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Long and dusty road, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | Brambles and cactuses all over the place. Some might call it the Floyd | desert. Not all that lucky for you, seeing as you're wandering around Floyd | in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get off" | ||||
Floyd | You get off of the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get on horse" | ||||
Floyd | You get on the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride e" | ||||
Floyd | The red stallion gallops along without faltering, eating up the Floyd | distance, Tumbleweed Flats disappearing far behind you. Floyd | Floyd | End of the road, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | The dusty road stretches back to the west as far as the eye can see, Floyd | and then some. A steep bank rises up to the southeast; you can't see Floyd | what might be at the top of it. Floyd | Sarah's Arabian is here, snacking contentedly on a small patch of Floyd | grass. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ghogg asks, "maybe tell sarah to jump?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get off" | ||||
Floyd | You get off of the fiery red stallion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Top of a steep bank Floyd | From the top of this incline, you can look back to see the dusty road Floyd | stretching out of sight to the west. Over the crest of the hill, you Floyd | can see the Heffer ranch house to the south--quite an impressive sight, Floyd | to be honest. A hayfield opens up to the east. Floyd | Standing guarding the front of the house is Glen Heffer's Floyd | mean-looking henchman Large Duane. Lucky for you he can't see you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Front of the Heffer ranch house Floyd | Nice building, no doubt the product of years of ill-gotten gains. Floyd | Directly south of you is the front door, which is open wide. You can Floyd | backtrack to the top of the steep bank to the north, or go northeast Floyd | into the hayfield. Floyd | Large Duane is here, looking large and mean. Floyd | Floyd | Large Duane looks up as you come near. His eyes narrow, and he quickly Floyd | draws his gun and sends you off to Cowboy Heaven. What the hell were Floyd | you thinking, stomping on up to him like that? Doesn't matter. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf12" | ||||
Floyd | Restored. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the ranch house Floyd | The back door and the kitchen door lead back into the house to the Floyd | north and northwest, respectively. From here, you can look out over Floyd | the steep bank you originally came up--almost a cliff, really--at the Floyd | bottom of which are two horses: yours and Sarah's. Floyd | Uncle Bucky is here, looking stunned and bewildered. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Glen Heffer is lying dead on the ground here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x glen" | ||||
Floyd | You peer long and hard at old man Heffer's body, but he doesn't move. Floyd | Not even a twitch. Definitely dead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "search glen" | ||||
Floyd | You don't find anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "sarah, move glen" | ||||
Floyd | Sarah ignores you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x bucky" | ||||
Floyd | A short, rather rotund little fella, with a big ole straw hat on his Floyd | noggin. He tends to look around with sort of a stunned look on his Floyd | face. That and a big smile--the kind that just says: "Howdy!" His Floyd | hands are bound behind his back by some coarse rope. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "untie bucky" | ||||
Floyd | Trying to untie Uncle Bucky doesn't get you anywhere. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "untie rope" | ||||
Floyd | You'll never get the rope untied--it's knotted too tightly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "shoot rope" | ||||
Floyd | You can't shoot (buckyrope). Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | |||
| Bert says, "Haha." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are wearing your holster on your hip where it belongs. You are Floyd | also carrying Roy's wallet, Roy's gun, a wooden plank, a trail kit, and Floyd | a spoon. Tucked in your holster is your six-shooter.Inside the wallet Floyd | is a quarter.The trail kit contains a matchbook, a fork, and some beef Floyd | jerky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cut rope with fork" | ||||
Floyd | You're not holding that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "cut rope with spoon" | ||||
Floyd | A destructive and somewhat less than completely useful course of Floyd | action. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shoot rope with roy's gun" | ||||
Floyd | You can't shoot (buckyrope). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "sarah, untie bucky" | ||||
Floyd | Sarah ignores you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the ranch house Floyd | The back door and the kitchen door lead back into the house to the Floyd | north and northwest, respectively. From here, you can look out over Floyd | the steep bank you originally came up--almost a cliff, really--at the Floyd | bottom of which are two horses: yours and Sarah's. Floyd | Uncle Bucky is here, looking stunned and bewildered. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Glen Heffer is lying dead on the ground here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ghogg says, "here, try this" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask bucky about sarah" | ||||
Floyd | "Oh, Sarah's a nice girl. I mean, comin' to rescue me and all. Floyd | Oh--and you, too. Thanks a lot there, pardner." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ghogg says (to floyd), "push bucky" | ||||
Floyd | You give Uncle Bucky a friendly shove, and he tumbles over the edge of Floyd | the steep bank. Floyd | Floyd | "What are you doing?" Sarah exclaims, as she rushes forward. Then she Floyd | stops. "Oh," she says. You peek over the edge beside her. Uncle Floyd | Bucky is sitting square in the middle of Sarah's saddle, some thirty Floyd | feet or more below. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah shrugs. "Here goes." Then she hops over the edge and follows Floyd | Bucky down. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly Large Duane bursts in on the two of you. "You!" he shouts, Floyd | pointing at you, of course. "You show up, cook the hayfield, trick me Floyd | into running around like a fool, come in here, do in my boss..." Floyd | Floyd | He pauses. "Aw, to hell with it," he mutters. "Yer just too much damn Floyd | trouble." Floyd | Floyd | With that, Large Duane pulls back the hammer on his pistol, points it Floyd | right at you, and pulls the trigger. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU HAVE DIED *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | Ghogg says, "hmm" | |||
| inky says, "what the heck" | ||||
| Ghogg exclaims, "so close!" | ||||
| inky says, "maybe we just delayed a turn too long" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the ranch house Floyd | The back door and the kitchen door lead back into the house to the Floyd | north and northwest, respectively. From here, you can look out over Floyd | the steep bank you originally came up--almost a cliff, really--at the Floyd | bottom of which are two horses: yours and Sarah's. Floyd | Uncle Bucky is here, looking stunned and bewildered. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Glen Heffer is lying dead on the ground here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the ranch house Floyd | The back door and the kitchen door lead back into the house to the Floyd | north and northwest, respectively. From here, you can look out over Floyd | the steep bank you originally came up--almost a cliff, really--at the Floyd | bottom of which are two horses: yours and Sarah's. Floyd | Uncle Bucky is here, looking stunned and bewildered. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Glen Heffer is lying dead on the ground here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the ranch house Floyd | The back door and the kitchen door lead back into the house to the Floyd | north and northwest, respectively. From here, you can look out over Floyd | the steep bank you originally came up--almost a cliff, really--at the Floyd | bottom of which are two horses: yours and Sarah's. Floyd | Uncle Bucky is here, looking stunned and bewildered. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Glen Heffer is lying dead on the ground here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the ranch house Floyd | The back door and the kitchen door lead back into the house to the Floyd | north and northwest, respectively. From here, you can look out over Floyd | the steep bank you originally came up--almost a cliff, really--at the Floyd | bottom of which are two horses: yours and Sarah's. Floyd | Uncle Bucky is here, looking stunned and bewildered. Floyd | Sarah is here. Floyd | Glen Heffer is lying dead on the ground here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "push bucky" | ||||
Floyd | You give Uncle Bucky a friendly shove, and he tumbles over the edge of Floyd | the steep bank. Floyd | Floyd | "What are you doing?" Sarah exclaims, as she rushes forward. Then she Floyd | stops. "Oh," she says. You peek over the edge beside her. Uncle Floyd | Bucky is sitting square in the middle of Sarah's saddle, some thirty Floyd | feet or more below. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah shrugs. "Here goes." Then she hops over the edge and follows Floyd | Bucky down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||
Floyd | You leap over the cliff and into the open air. Looking down, you can Floyd | see your horse below you. You sight your target between your legs as Floyd | you fall-- Floyd | Floyd | --PLUNK! Right in the saddle. Floyd | Floyd | End of the road, on a fiery red stallion Floyd | The dusty road stretches back to the west as far as the eye can see, Floyd | and then some. A steep bank rises up to the southeast; you can't see Floyd | what might be at the top of it. Floyd | Sarah is on her horse, with Uncle Bucky perched precariously in the Floyd | saddle behind her. Floyd | Floyd | Sarah gives you an approving nod. "Nice one," she says. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "back before we were trying to fork her uncle" | |||
| Ghogg says, "heh" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ride w" | ||||
Floyd | You dig in the spurs and gallop westward along the road back to Floyd | Tumbleweed Flats. Sarah races after you, with Uncle Bucky, his hands Floyd | still tied, bouncing helplessly on the saddle behind her. Looks like a Floyd | rescue, cowboy. Floyd | Floyd | You pass across a wide mesa and slow to a stop. Time for a Floyd | well-deserved rest. Sarah rides up behind you, and both she and Uncle Floyd | Bucky dismount. You stand there sihouetted by the light of the Western Floyd | sunset, the four of you: you, Sarah, Bucky, and a cactus. Floyd | Floyd | So, how did you do? Well, although you did wind up killing Roy Heffer, Floyd | it was in self defense. And while you did break into Grady's liquor Floyd | stash, that doesn't really count as being productive. It would also be Floyd | interesting to see who would think highly of your stealing Little Floyd | Jimmy's candy. You've also managed to completely torch a hayfield. Floyd | That's something, isn't it? Floyd | Floyd | On the bright side, you figured out a way to slip out of your hotel Floyd | room unnoticed. And putting together that plan to steal Stratford's Floyd | stallion showed at least a little ingenuity. Plus, if it weren't so Floyd | seedy and practically dishonest, having wits enough to bamboozle Grady Floyd | with a weed looking like a four-leaf clover would almost be Floyd | commendable. Maybe you deserve some points for managing to construct a Floyd | bomb out of an empty whiskey bottle and the most volatile hootch on the Floyd | planet. (Or maybe not.) But maybe it's the score that tells the story Floyd | in the end--you: 2, the Heffer family: 0. Floyd | Floyd | So somewhere along the way you managed to become a genuine Western Floyd | hero, up there with John Wayne and Roy Rogers and the best of them--no Floyd | small feat, that. Floyd | Floyd | *** YOU'VE WON THE GAME! *** Floyd | Floyd | The game has ended. Do you want to (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE a saved game, Floyd | (U)NDO your last turn, or (Q)UIT? | Ghogg exclaims, "woohoo!" | |||
| Bert says, "Yay" | ||||
| Ghogg says, "nice job" | ||||
| inky says, "hooray" | ||||
| K-Y says, "yay" | ||||
| inky says, "also, it is weird to still print the score like that at the end of the game" | ||||
| Ghogg says, "also, now I want another western game, darn it" | ||||
| Bert says, "Man. It's got plenty of good stuff, but this game definitely shows why we don't write old-skool games like they used to." | ||||
| inky says, "well, there's tryst of fate" | ||||
| inky says, "hmm" | ||||
| inky says, "it's true the western genre is a little sparse" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "a" | ||||
Floyd | Enter (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE, (U)NDO, or (Q)UIT: | Ghogg asks, "did floyd ever crash?" | |||
| inky says, "no, which is a good point" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "No. This was a Hugo game." | ||||
Floyd | Enter (R)ESTART, R(E)STORE, (U)NDO, or (Q)UIT: | inky says, "so I guess it really is a nitfol bug after all" | |||
| Bert says, "No. This was a Hugo game." | ||||
| Bert says, "Yeah." | ||||
| Ghogg says, "yeah, I figured it might be" | ||||
| inky says, "well, I'd been thinking it was a ulimit thing, but obviously not" | ||||
| Bert says (to inky), "Well, I wouldn't assume that." | ||||
| inky says, "hmm" | ||||
| inky asks, "I guess there could be a nitfol bug that causes it to trigger a ulimit?" | ||||
| Bert says, "I think it's entirely possible that it's a ulimit thing that's happening because of a nitfol bug." | ||||
| inky has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| Bert has disconnected. | ||||
| Bert goes home. | ||||
| K-Y says (to Floyd), "q" | ||||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | ||||
| K-Y has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| Ghogg has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | Ghogg says, "perhaps we should try a tads game next week, although I'm not sure which one" | |||
| Ghogg says, "maybe Lethe Flow Phoenix so we can all gripe about the hunger puzzle" | ||||
| inky says, "I always recommend sunset over savannah, but I assume most people have played that by now" | ||||
| inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| Ghogg says, "I believe I've forgotten how to solve Sunset's puzzles" | ||||
| Ghogg says, "with the exception of diving" | ||||
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