ClubFloyd Transcript: Punk Points by Jim Munroe
As played on ifMUD on March 30, 2008

The idea behind ClubFloyd is that each week at a pre-arranged time, a group of people meet online to cooperatively play a game of interactive fiction.

Below is a transcript of Punk Points, written by Jim Munroe. Punk Points was originally released as part of the 2000 IF Competition, where it took twenty-second place. It was also nominated for a XYZZY for Best NPCs. You can learn more about the game, including how to download it, by visiting Baf's Guide.

WARNING! Below you will find a transcript of people playing these games, and it goes without saying that the transcript is full of spoilers. So, if you've never played these games, and think you might like to at some point, I do not recommend reading any further. Instead, you might want to return to the interactive fiction page.

Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0.
Floyd |
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Floyd |
Floyd | At the Show
Floyd | You're in a dark, poorly lit and packed club. Everyone's staring at the

Floyd | band as they go about tuning and shifting their instruments. The guy
Floyd | next to you has a mohawk that flops over to the side, as if the heat
Floyd | had wilted it. In contrast, the skinhead in front of you is reacting to
Floyd | the heat like a Mexican jumping bean, the muscles of his back tensing
Floyd | and releasing, tensing and releasing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Before you can do anything, the band explodes into action. The crowd
Floyd | coalesces into a single entity and leans towards them, then falls back,
Floyd | ripples. Being a part of this lurching creature makes your spine
Floyd | tingle.

Floyd |
Floyd | You're pressed from all sides by people suddenly activated by sound --
Floyd | but you can't hear anything. You can practically feel the sonic waves,
Floyd | you can see it on the faces of the people around you, and you strain to
Floyd | hear the music...
Floyd |

Floyd | The guy with the mohawk plants his boot in the skinhead's linked hands.
Floyd | His pierced nostrils flaring, hands gripping the skinhead's shoulders,
Floyd | he launches himself on the crowd. Improbably, they hold him aloft as he
Floyd | rolls over a bed made of their shoulders, heads and outstretched hands.
Floyd | You can't quite believe what you're seeing, and suddenly you hear
Floyd | something:

Floyd |
Floyd | "Honey?"
Floyd |
Floyd | You whip around and look to see who spoke, but there's nothing except
Floyd | the unremarkable brick wall of the club lined with people standing on
Floyd | chairs to get a better view. None of them are looking at you.

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | You look back. The guy with the mohawk is still rolling over the crowd,
Floyd | but for some reason he's got a tie on. And his blue hair is flickering
Floyd | like flames. The skinhead offers his linked hands to boost you up, and
Floyd | you quickly put your foot in. Your foot is bare. He looks at you, his

Floyd | dark eyes questioning.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Honey!"
Floyd |
Floyd | You look at your foot. Of course it's bare -- you're in your bed.
Floyd |

Floyd | Your mother bustles in with your uniform, freshly ironed, and hangs it
Floyd | on your bathroom doorknob. "OK, honey, we're off." She stops at the
Floyd | foot of your bed and puts her hands on her hips. "Better hurry or
Floyd | you'll miss your bus. Don't want to be late the very first day of high
Floyd | school!"
Floyd |

Floyd | You smile weakly as she kisses you goodbye and leaves, trying to
Floyd | rekindle the feelings in your dream.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your Room (on the bed)
Floyd | Your room is a mess -- posters slowly peel off the walls to join the
Floyd | small heaps of clothes that spot the floor like death mounds. There's a

Floyd | path south through the junk from your bed to your bathroom, one going
Floyd | north to the rest of the house.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a school uniform here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | As good-looking as ever.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying nothing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Floyd | As good-looking as ever.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You'll have to get off the bed first.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Your older sister gave you her Smiths poster when she went to college,
Floyd | and there's a Platinum Blonde one you really meant to take down years
Floyd | ago. But most prominent is the Sid Vicious poster you got at a headshop
Floyd | this summer -- Sid's being rude and ugly in the most appealing way

Floyd | imaginable, giving a middle finger to the world.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You get off the bed.

Floyd |
Floyd | Your Room
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a school uniform here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You're not ready to face school yet.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Your school uniform, worn once in the fitting room of the suit store,
Floyd | radiates a crisp and calm assurance. You hate it already.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | (first taking the school uniform)
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You just can't bear to. You've got to do something to balance out the
Floyd | primness of it first.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | As good-looking as ever.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Your Bathroom
Floyd |
Floyd | This grotty little tiled room might not be pretty, but it's got the

Floyd | ultimate luxury for a thirteen-year-old boy: privacy. On the negative
Floyd | side, it's also got a massive mirror that reminds you of your wretched
Floyd | physicality every time you go take a dump.
Floyd |
Floyd | The mirror-fronted cabinet reflects a medium-sized, pimply faced
Floyd | man-child with a chronic case of bedhead and a face not even Cyndi

Floyd | Lauper could love.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Yeah, that's punk! you think. But after a minute of straining and
Floyd | grunting you give up, amazed at how strong they're making polyester

Floyd | blends these days.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see inside, since the mirror cabinet is closed.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You open the mirror cabinet, revealing an electric shaver.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You bought these hair clippers a while ago, but haven't had the guts to
Floyd | use them yet.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | In the mirror cabinet is an electric shaver.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You lift the electric shaver and hold it in your grip almost
Floyd | reverently, placing your thumb on the red switch. Its cord uncoils and
Floyd | hangs in the air as you turn it over.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Plugging it in first, you slide the button and the shaver snaps to
Floyd | life. You hold it in your hand tightly, letting the vibration buzz
Floyd | through you. Then, gripped by the vision of another you, you put it to

Floyd | the side of your head and shave your first strip off. And another. And
Floyd | another. The chunks of hair make a small pile at your feet.
Floyd |
Floyd | You now have a mohawk.
Floyd |
Floyd | [You get five punk points for that.]

Floyd |
Floyd | Finished with it, you switch it off and return it to the cabinet. As
Floyd | you shut it, you see a punk in the mirror -- the hair defiantly greasy,
Floyd | the acne now angry scars. Your flaws suddenly make sense. You rub your
Floyd | hand over your shorn scalp and stare at your new self with a mixture of
Floyd | joy and terror.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You have so far scored 5 out of a possible 50, in 22 turns, which gives
Floyd | you the rank of Wannabe.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Have you EXAMINED everything around you? Have you checked to see what
Floyd | you have in your INVENTORY recently? If you're trying to get useful
Floyd | things out of characters, ASK ____ ABOUT ____ will be the most
Floyd | revealing. Keep in mind that 80% of the commands needed to win the game

Floyd | are in the format VERB NOUN (ie. ATTACK STU). If you'd like to see how
Floyd | far into the game you are, check your SCORE, and you can UNDO one turn.
Floyd | There's also INFO on the game itself.
Floyd |
Floyd | And that's all the help you get. Hints are for fucking posers.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Punk Points, A Video Game in Three Acts (release 1, serial number
Floyd | 000930) was written with Inform in the summer of 2000. Any bug reports

Floyd | or feedback is warmly received at <jim@nomediakings.org>, and the game
Floyd | is housed at <http://nomediakings.org/punkpoints>. On the basis that
Floyd | the creation of this game was only possible with the help of a
Floyd | community unmotivated by profit, this game is freeware. Enjoy!

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Your Bathroom
Floyd |
Floyd | This grotty little tiled room might not be pretty, but it's got the
Floyd | ultimate luxury for a thirteen-year-old boy: privacy. On the negative
Floyd | side, it's also got a massive mirror that reminds you of your wretched

Floyd | physicality every time you go take a dump.
Floyd |
Floyd | From the mirror, a punk gazes back.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can also see an a sizeable pile of your hair here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Ah, you'll clean up after school. You're already late.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You pull on the polyester slacks and button up the starchy shirt. As
Floyd | you knot your tie, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom
Floyd | mirror and note how nicely the preppy uniform is set off by your new

Floyd | hairstyle.
Floyd |
Floyd | You practice your nastiest sneer and give yourself the finger. Today's
Floyd | your first day at the most authoritarian and repressive school in the
Floyd | city, and these are your only weapons.
Floyd |

Floyd | You play it right, and they'll be enough.
Floyd |
Floyd | Giving your Sid poster a knowing wink, you toss your blazer jacket over
Floyd | your shoulder and stalk out of the room.
Floyd |
Floyd | [Please press SPACE to continue.]

Floyd |
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Floyd |                     PUNK POINTS
Floyd |                     by Jim Munroe
Floyd |
Floyd |                     Act I
Floyd |
Floyd |                    [Please press SPACE to begin.]

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Floyd |
Floyd | You're at a school assembly, enduring speech after boring speech about
Floyd | the school's legacy and tradition.

Floyd |
Floyd | You've got to do something or you'll go crazy.
Floyd |
Floyd | School Gymnasium
Floyd | The gymnasium is packed with boys, all wearing the same uniform and the
Floyd | same glazed expression. The rows and rows of chairs face a stage on

Floyd | which various old codgers parade their inability to say anything
Floyd | interesting. You slump in your chair and entertain yourself by reading
Floyd | the variety of pointless competitions on the pennants around the room,
Floyd | and look longingly at the exit to the east -- even the washroom to the
Floyd | south looks good.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | LAWN DART SEMIREGIONALS 1971 -- CITYWIDE VOLLYBALL CHAMPS '81 -- RUGBY
Floyd | NATIONALS 1976 -- BIG WASTE OF TIME 1985.
Floyd | "We expect you to act as representatives of the school at all times," a

Floyd | portly old brother is saying, "That means being Christian, courteous,
Floyd | and well groomed." You take in the huge stains on his armpits, clearly
Floyd | visible even with a black shirt, and note that he's somehow smudged his
Floyd | white priest's collar.
Floyd |
Floyd | You hear something being repeated, chanted. You look over and see that

Floyd | the skinhead's looking straight at you and grinning with all his teeth.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can only do that to something animate.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can only do that to something animate.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | He's flying on auto-pilot, this one -- he barely seems to be able to

Floyd | keep his eyes open.
Floyd |
Floyd | "And disrespect to the uniform will be treated as severely as
Floyd | disrespect to one of your teachers. You are encouraged to wear your
Floyd | blazer to and from the school, but if you choose not to, jean jackets
Floyd | are absolutely forbidden." That strikes you as a weird restriction --

Floyd | is this 1985 or 1958? A man with a beard leans over and whispers
Floyd | something and he nods. "Cowboy boots are also forbidden."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | There's three of them lined up together against the west wall -- a
Floyd | goth, a mod, and a skinhead with a predatory grin. They're too far away
Floyd | to see much more.
Floyd |
Floyd | "I'd like to introduce you to your vice principal, Mr. Pannus."
Floyd |

Floyd | The skinhead fake-coughs into his fist: "Penis." Pannus either doesn't
Floyd | hear or pretends not to.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd |   your middle finger
Floyd |   a blazer (being worn)
Floyd |   a tie (being worn)

Floyd |
Floyd | "Thank you, Brother Matthews," Mr. Pannus begins, tilting the mike up
Floyd | at his well trimmed beard. "Last year, two boys were expelled for
Floyd | behavioural problems. You are attending an elite academy, and it is a
Floyd | privilege to be doing so -- not a right -- so if you behave like
Floyd | animals, be prepared to be treated as such."

Floyd |
Floyd | The skinhead's chant starts up again, just below your ability to hear.
Floyd | "------or -----er"? You suddenly dread he's calling you a poser. You
Floyd | glance at the other two, but they're ignoring him, looking supremely
Floyd | bored as they lean against the wall.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can only do that to something animate.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can only do that to something animate.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | All right -- look at it like the punk's version of the samurai sword.

Floyd | Unless it's worthy of drawing blood, you don't just whip it out.
Floyd |
Floyd | Mr. Pannus nods to a boy who brings a flag to the front, and then looks
Floyd | to the band.
Floyd |
Floyd | You sneak a glance at the skinhead, who's still watching you. In the

Floyd | silence before the band begins, he does a daring triple-fake-cough:
Floyd | "Hard-Core-Niner!"
Floyd |
Floyd | You look away, pretending to yawn. Well, it was better than being

Floyd | called poser.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You get out of your seat and squeeze by countless grey knees...
Floyd |
Floyd | Gymnasium Changeroom
Floyd |

Floyd | This is the bathroom part of the changeroom, which exits to the north.
Floyd | Your usual assortment of bathroom fixtures: urinals, mirrors, sinks,
Floyd | and a toilet stall.  A big white garbage can sits in one corner, full
Floyd | almost to overflowing.
Floyd |
Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) "music" from the gym.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The stall appears to be smoking. You wonder where it picked up the
Floyd | habit.
Floyd |
Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) "music" from the gym.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You find nothing of interest.
Floyd |
Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) "music" from the gym.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The open can is filled to capacity, almost exclusively with paper
Floyd | towels.
Floyd |
Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) "music" from the gym.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The open can is filled to capacity, almost exclusively with paper
Floyd | towels.

Floyd |
Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) "music" from the gym.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | (the garbage can)
Floyd | Judging by the chip on your shoulder, you like carrying around unwieldy
Floyd | objects. But this is ridiculous.
Floyd |
Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) droning from the gym.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | For the duration of this game, you have an infinitely expanding bladder
Floyd | and intestinal tract.
Floyd |

Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) droning from the gym.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It's locked, but your rattling provokes a sudden coughing, a choking, a
Floyd | flushing, and a huge jock stumbles out of the stall wreathed in smoke.
Floyd | When he sees it's only you, his face collapses in relief -- for about a
Floyd | second, until annoyance replaces it.
Floyd |
Floyd | He washes his hands menacingly. "Better watch your step, niner," he

Floyd | says, his grizzled jaw clamped. He looks terrifyingly like a real man.
Floyd | "Stomp you and your stupid haircut into the ground." He wipes his
Floyd | mammoth hands off on your blazer, and leaves the bathroom.
Floyd |
Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) droning from the gym.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | It's black and has the Pope Innocent III school crest right over your
Floyd | heart. Aw.

Floyd |
Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) droning from the gym.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You hear nothing unexpected.
Floyd |
Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) droning from the gym.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The stall has quit smoking, but there's still a slight haze above it.
Floyd | You can't see inside, since the toilet stall is closed.
Floyd |
Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) droning from the gym.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You open the toilet stall, revealing a toilet and some toilet paper.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | In the toilet stall are a toilet and some toilet paper.
Floyd |
Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) droning from the gym.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | As you pity the janitor who's gotta clean this bespeckled beast, you
Floyd | notice a lighter beside it.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |

Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) droning from the gym.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | There's only about two feet left. Enough for two average dumps or one
Floyd | industrial strength.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) droning from the gym.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The jock's not going to be pleased when he realizes he's lost his fire.
Floyd | It has the logo of a beer company on it.
Floyd |

Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) droning from the gym.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | (the garbage can)

Floyd |
Floyd | Before you flick the Bic you notice that the smoke detector is a few
Floyd | feet above the can. It'd be going off before you left the room. If this
Floyd | was a Hollywood movie you'd have a fuse handy.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | It's mounted on the ceiling, well out of your reach.
Floyd |

Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) droning from the gym.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You manage to get it tucked into the can, although most of it trails
Floyd | down the side.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | With what? Your burning ambition?
Floyd |
Floyd | You hear muffled (but still discernibly dull) droning from the gym.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | You light a corner of the toilet paper and head back to your seat in
Floyd | the auditorium. A few seconds after your bum hits the chair the fire

Floyd | alarm starts ringing. The brother saying prayers looks at the roof, as
Floyd | if betrayed by God.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crowd of boys goops towards the exit with speed of molasses, and
Floyd | just as you squeeze out the front door someone grabs your collar.
Floyd |

Floyd | Shit, you think. Caught so soon? The game's barely begun.
Floyd |
Floyd | It's the skinhead. "Well, Hardcore Niner," he says, slapping down your
Floyd | blazer and straightening your tie, "Let's get a look at you!"
Floyd |
Floyd | The mod and the goth join him, and the three of them scrutinize you in

Floyd | the bright sun of the basketball court. It's beginning to fill up with
Floyd | increasingly rambunctious boys.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Hey," one coifed gino says to someone who's just emerged. "What the
Floyd | fuck did I tell you to do? Huh?"
Floyd |

Floyd | The mod pokes his head towards the east, "Let's go to the Path before
Floyd | Penis comes out." He includes you in this, and the four of you walk
Floyd | away together, the skinhead and the goth in front.
Floyd |
Floyd | "I'm Jackson," says the mod, "They're Stuart and Dave. That was you,
Floyd | back there, wasn't it?"

Floyd |
Floyd | You shrug non-commitally.
Floyd |
Floyd | He smiles and hands you a small photocopied magazine. "You might like
Floyd | this zine. It's full of shit-disturbing stuff. A friend of a friend of
Floyd | mine made it."

Floyd |
Floyd | "Thanks," you say.
Floyd |
Floyd | The Path
Floyd | The Path, the thin sidewalk that links the school grounds to the real
Floyd | world, is neither on or off school property. It's no-man's-land, and

Floyd | all suspect activity takes place here. Like most legendary spots, it's
Floyd | rather unimpressive in actuality -- it's a butt-littered sidewalk that
Floyd | heads west to the school and east to freedom.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see Stuart, Dave and Jackson here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It's a small photocopied and stapled booklet called "Virus: A Zine

Floyd | Dedicated to Spreading Truth". A picture of Christ that's been coloured
Floyd | in brown is on the cover: "NEWSFLASH: Jesus wasn't a cracker!". Inside
Floyd | are articles on punk rock iconography, censorship in science class, and
Floyd | the hypocrisy of the Catholic Church -- you can READ ABOUT ____ IN
Floyd | ZINE, if you were so inclined.
Floyd |

Floyd | There are already a few boys smoking on the Path when you get there.
Floyd | They're older, and your little group has stopped a few steps away from
Floyd | them.
Floyd |
Floyd | Jackson tells them that they have you to thank for the sudden closing
Floyd | of ceremonies.

Floyd |
Floyd | The skinhead chuckles. "Nice going H.C., I thought I was going to
Floyd | exPLODE in there. Dying for a smoke." He pulls out a pack and taps out
Floyd | a cigarette. The goth removes a silver case and puts a cigarillo
Floyd | between his thin lips.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | He winces, but hands one over.
Floyd |
Floyd | You flick your lighter and manage your first puff without choking. But

Floyd | your second and third leave you watery eyed and hacked out. Stuart
Floyd | enthusiastically pounds on your back through it all, guffawing, "Hey
Floyd | there H.C., take it slow."
Floyd |
Floyd | "Hey!" yells one of the bigger boys on the Path. "That's my fucking
Floyd | lighter." He stomps up to you and yanks it out of your hand, almost

Floyd | taking a finger with it. He looks like he's going to kick your ass, but
Floyd | then notices Stuart standing behind you.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Fucking freaks," he says after a second, and goes back to his friends.
Floyd |
Floyd | [You get 5 punk points for that.]

Floyd |
Floyd | [Please press SPACE to continue.]

Floyd |
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Floyd |                     PUNK POINTS
Floyd |                     by Jim Munroe
Floyd |
Floyd |                     Act II
Floyd |
Floyd |                    [Please press SPACE to begin.]

Floyd |
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Floyd |
Floyd | Two weeks later, it's the day of the fall dance. You've decided that,
Floyd | lame or not, you want to go -- and your last chance to get your ticket

Floyd | is right after this class. There's ten minutes left, and you're a
Floyd | coiled spring waiting for the bell. But there's nothing you can do but
Floyd | wait.
Floyd |
Floyd | Science Classroom
Floyd |

Floyd | This is a room full of massive black worktables, each of them with
Floyd | their own sinks. An even larger demonstration table squats in front of
Floyd | a chart of the table of elements. You're seated two to a table on
Floyd | stools, and it feels like you should be doing something cool like
Floyd | dissecting rats or building robots -- but so far, you've been sitting
Floyd | there learning about non-reactive molecules. No wonder you've been

Floyd | staring out the window. There's an exit to the south.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The building blocks of the universe are depicted in a neat series of

Floyd | boxes, with no memory of their legacy of poisonous mushroom clouds. You
Floyd | hope they're not on the exam.
Floyd |
Floyd | You sit at the back of the class, your lab mate a sleeping rocker.
Floyd | Stuart, placed up at the very front, is engaged in a marker war with
Floyd | the mopheaded guy next to him. Every time the teacher turns around,

Floyd | they attempt to marker-slash the other guy's grey slacks.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Sir, I've got a question," a kid with a hearing aid says.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Yes, Jaimie, what is it?" the teacher says, turning around to add
Floyd | another element to the list he has there.

Floyd |
Floyd | Stuart grabs the opportunity to put a red line down the side of
Floyd | Mophead's pants. "Yesssss!" he hisses.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Is it possible to make LSD with the chemicals we have in this lab?"
Floyd |

Floyd | The class erupts in laughter.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | "We discovered that several schools have removed this lesson from the
Floyd | curriculum. Since we at Virus have found it useful, we've decided to
Floyd | return it." Beneath it reads...
Floyd |

Floyd | "EXPERIMENT 4
Floyd | Synthesis of an Explosive: N13*NH3
Floyd |
Floyd | Many explosive molecules have nitrogen as one of the elemental
Floyd | components. Nitrogen single bonds to most atoms are quite weak, while
Floyd | the nitrogen - nitrogen triple bond is exceptionally stable (NH3 is an

Floyd | exception, in that its N-H single bonds are fairly stable). Energy
Floyd | liberated by the breaking of single nitrogen bonds can be substantial.
Floyd |
Floyd | Nitrogen - halogen single bonds are particularly reactive due to
Floyd | repulsion between the nitrogen and halide lone pairs. In this
Floyd | experiment you will make ammonium triiodide NI3, isolated as an

Floyd | ammoniate coordination complex. This compound, when dry, is a
Floyd | detonating explosive that is shock-sensitive. It can be handled when
Floyd | wet, but will explode unpredictably when dry.
Floyd |
Floyd | APPARATUS
Floyd |

Floyd | Basic glassware including 10-mL beaker, 2-mL pipette, glass rod are
Floyd | required for this experiment.
Floyd |
Floyd | SAFETY CONSIDERATIONS
Floyd |
Floyd | The product of this experiment is a shock-sensitive explosive when dry.

Floyd | The small amount prepared according to the procedure below is not
Floyd | dangerous, but larger amounts are serious explosion risks. Never scale
Floyd | up this procedure!"
Floyd |
Floyd | (At this point, the editors of Virus have handwritten: HA HA!)
Floyd |

Floyd | PROCEDURE
Floyd |
Floyd | Weigh 100mg (0.100 g) of iodine into a 10-mL beaker. Slowly add 2.0 mL
Floyd | of concentrated ammonium hydroxide solution. Stir the mixture for 5
Floyd | minutes -- a red precipitate should form. Transfer the moist
Floyd | precipitate onto several layers of filter paper placed on the floor of

Floyd | the fumehood, away from any breakable objects. Spread out the solid and
Floyd | permit it to dry for one hour.
Floyd |
Floyd | While you are waiting, answer the questions provided in the laboratory.
Floyd | These are to be handed in before you leave the laboratory."
Floyd |

Floyd | (At this point, the editors have handwritten: SURE TEACH, RIGHT AFTER I
Floyd | FINISH BLOWING UP THE SCHOOL!)
Floyd |
Floyd | "When the sample has dried, carefully tap it with the end of a
Floyd | yardstick, keeping as far away as possible. No other characterization
Floyd | is required, or advisable."

Floyd |
Floyd | The teacher quiets the class down, smirking slightly but with a nervous
Floyd | eye on the door. Not turning around, he says, "Even if we did, we
Floyd | wouldn't have the equipment to distil it. You getting this down,
Floyd | Jaimie?"
Floyd |

Floyd | "Yes sir. You seem to know an awful lot about making drugs, sir."
Floyd |
Floyd | Another laugh spreads through the class.
Floyd |
Floyd | Mophead is out of Stuart's range, talking to the boy behind him

Floyd | urgently. From the angle you're at, you can see the boy pass him two
Floyd | markers. Mophead grins at Stuart.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Sturdy and soaked with chemicals.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Does anyone have any intelligent questions about the test on Monday?"
Floyd | the teacher says, turning around to see Stuart mid-lunge. He ignores
Floyd | it.

Floyd |
Floyd | "Is exercise four on it, sir?" one chubby boy asks.
Floyd |
Floyd | He looks blank for a second, grabs the exercise book off Stuart's desk
Floyd | and flips through it. "No," he says, "One through six, not including
Floyd | four. We didn't do exercise four."

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd |   a zine

Floyd |   some cash
Floyd |   your middle finger
Floyd |   a blazer (being worn)
Floyd |   a tie (being worn)
Floyd |
Floyd | "What was exercise four?" pipes up Jaimie. "Sir?"

Floyd |
Floyd | "It was the formula for LSD, Jaimie, what else," says the teacher
Floyd | dryly.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | He's an alright guy, with only the occasional freakout.
Floyd |
Floyd | By this point Mophead has amassed a thick handful of markers and has
Floyd | put an elastic band around them. He shows it to Stuart under the desk,
Floyd | the uncapped tips glinting wet. Stuart is frantically rifling through

Floyd | the pencil case of the boy behind him for reinforcements, when the
Floyd | teacher turns his back.
Floyd |
Floyd | Stu feels, rather than sees, the rainbow wound on his leg from knee to
Floyd | ankle. You see his eyes close and his teeth clench. Mophead raises his
Floyd | clenched fists to the sky in slow motion, silent victory. "You're so

Floyd | dead!" Stuart hiss-shouts.
Floyd |
Floyd | "What's that, Stuart?" says the teacher without turning around.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Nothing sir."
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Science Classroom
Floyd |
Floyd | This is a room full of massive black worktables, each of them with

Floyd | their own sinks. An even larger demonstration table squats in front of
Floyd | a chart of the table of elements. You're seated two to a table on
Floyd | stools, and it feels like you should be doing something cool like
Floyd | dissecting rats or building robots -- but so far, you've been sitting
Floyd | there learning about non-reactive molecules. No wonder you've been
Floyd | staring out the window. There's an exit to the south.

Floyd |
Floyd | The bell rings.
Floyd |
Floyd | You move quickly, but not quickly enough. Stuart steps in front of you.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Hey H.C.," Stuart says, "Wait 'till you see --" He stops as he notices

Floyd | the teacher is standing beside him with his arms crossed.
Floyd |
Floyd | The teacher starts to lecture Stuart.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | "Hardcore, hold up," Stuart says, stepping in front of you while
Floyd | continuing to nod remorsefully at the teacher.
Floyd |

Floyd | The teacher continues the lecture. You crumple your ten in your pocket
Floyd | anxiously, feeling your chances of getting a ticket drain away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You decide to keep your trap shut -- you don't want to be held after
Floyd | class and miss your only chance to get a ticket.
Floyd |
Floyd | The teacher wraps it up. "And you," he says, swivelling, "Unless you
Floyd | want to flunk and have to repeat this class like your friend here,
Floyd | you'll start bringing your books to class!"

Floyd |
Floyd | You nod but he's already turned his back.
Floyd |
Floyd | You rush out the door, Stuart beside you.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Hey, so I rolled this Nazi skinhead last night," he said, "For his

Floyd | docs."
Floyd |
Floyd | You rush down the hall and down the stairs, but Stuart continues
Floyd | obliviously. "But they're too small for me. They're awesome though,
Floyd | fourteen-holed with steel toes."
Floyd |

Floyd | You arrive on the first floor just in time to see them folding up the
Floyd | table. "Nope, sold out," you hear someone being told.
Floyd |
Floyd | You stop there, stunned. Stuart goes on, "Come out to the Path and I'll
Floyd | show you them."
Floyd |

Floyd | Numbly, you follow him.
Floyd |
Floyd | The Path
Floyd | The Path, the thin sidewalk that links the school grounds to the real
Floyd | world, is neither on or off school property. It's no-man's-land, and
Floyd | all suspect activity takes place here. Like most legendary spots, it's

Floyd | rather unimpressive in actuality -- it's a butt-littered sidewalk that
Floyd | heads west to the school and east to freedom.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see Stuart here.
Floyd |
Floyd | He pulls a pair of boots out of his khaki backpack and drops them in

Floyd | front of you, then gropes for his smokes.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Yep," he says, "That Nazi bonehead never knew what hit him." He takes
Floyd | a drag. "OK," he says, not looking at you. "Try 'em on."
Floyd |
Floyd | Stuart rants about Pannus.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | (first taking the Doc Martens boots)
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | You step into the boots and lace them up, pretending that you've worn

Floyd | 14-hole docs every day of your life.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Yeah," Stuart says, looking at you appraisingly, "That's better. You
Floyd | won't look like such a poser tonight at the dance."
Floyd |
Floyd | You feel sick thinking about how you haven't got a ticket but you

Floyd | muster up a grateful smile.
Floyd |
Floyd | He sits down on the ground and leans against the fence, puffing away.
Floyd |
Floyd | You bum a smoke from Stu. "What a mooch," he gripes, "Score you an
Floyd | awesome pair of docs and you take my last smoke, too."

Floyd |
Floyd | You smoke quickly and nervously, then toss the butt in the graveyard.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | This provokes no reaction.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You flip through the zine, but don't find that.

Floyd |
Floyd | Stu yawns.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | "Since when you the boss of me, niner?"
Floyd |
Floyd | Stu yawns.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | They're beautiful boots. Thick soled, shiny black criss-crossed with
Floyd | red laces. The toes are bulbous and slightly squared off.
Floyd |

Floyd | Stu laments the state of his markered-up slacks.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You start to ask Stu if he knows anyone selling tickets, but stop. You

Floyd | feel like a total putz, since they were on sale all week. You resolve
Floyd | to get a ticket without the guys knowing.
Floyd |
Floyd | Stu yawns.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd |   some Doc Martens boots (being worn)
Floyd |   a zine
Floyd |   some cash

Floyd |   your middle finger
Floyd |   a blazer (being worn)
Floyd |   a tie (being worn)
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Path

Floyd | The Path, the thin sidewalk that links the school grounds to the real
Floyd | world, is neither on or off school property. It's no-man's-land, and
Floyd | all suspect activity takes place here. Like most legendary spots, it's
Floyd | rather unimpressive in actuality -- it's a butt-littered sidewalk that
Floyd | heads west to the school and east to freedom.
Floyd |

Floyd | You can see Stuart here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | The Portables
Floyd | These one-room portables are meant to be temporary but these battered
Floyd | aluminium boxes look older than the school itself. Ugly things, but
Floyd | they do serve nicely to obscure the activities of the Path from prying
Floyd | eyes in the school. You can venture south to the field or enter the
Floyd | playground by going west.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Track and Field
Floyd | A track rings the large multi-purpose field, and trees ring the track.
Floyd | The school looms to the west, its window eyes silently judging the

Floyd | players. This is where boys become men, where the raw ore of youth is
Floyd | pounded into iron, where the limits of the body and spirit are tested.
Floyd |
Floyd | Where the jocks frolic, in other words.
Floyd |
Floyd | There's a bunch of jocks throwing around a melon shaped ball and

Floyd | running around in a very intense fashion.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | One of them's the guy whose lighter you found. He notices you staring
Floyd | at them. "What you looking at, faggot?" he shouts between catching and
Floyd | throwing the ball.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | There is no reply.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You give the jocks the finger.
Floyd |
Floyd | [You get 5 punk points for that.]
Floyd |

Floyd | As one, their faces turn ugly -- then they look at each other in silent
Floyd | consultation. The lighter guy tosses the ball to someone else and
Floyd | stomps towards you.
Floyd |
Floyd | The lighter guy is even bigger than you remember him, his face with an
Floyd | out-of-place look of thoughtfulness as he considers what to do to you.

Floyd | He finally decides on pulling your blazer up and over your head, then
Floyd | spinning you around until you fall of your own accord. Guffaws echo in
Floyd | your ears.
Floyd |
Floyd | [You lose 5 punk points for that.]
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Why not just walk into a thresher?
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | One of them's the guy whose lighter you found. He notices you staring
Floyd | at them. "What you looking at, faggot?" he shouts between catching and
Floyd | throwing the ball.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Track and Field
Floyd | A track rings the large multi-purpose field, and trees ring the track.
Floyd | The school looms to the west, its window eyes silently judging the

Floyd | players. This is where boys become men, where the raw ore of youth is
Floyd | pounded into iron, where the limits of the body and spirit are tested.
Floyd |
Floyd | Where the jocks frolic, in other words.
Floyd |
Floyd | There's a bunch of jocks throwing around a melon shaped ball and

Floyd | running around in a very intense fashion.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Pretty, but so what?

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Even if you were prepared to climb the vine trellises, the windows are
Floyd | closed.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Portables
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Playground
Floyd | The asphalt is painted with various arcane white lines which you assume
Floyd | are used in playing something, but you've never seen anyone doing
Floyd | anything but shooting hoops here. The side door to the school cafeteria
Floyd | is propped open to the west, the portables squat to the east, or you

Floyd | can go AWOL and head north.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Caf
Floyd | There's a constant hubbub in this large room intended for eating food.
Floyd | There's a lot more card players, arguers, wrestlers and crammers than
Floyd | there are diners, however, all playing out their little dramas. Off to
Floyd | the side is a little food booth, occupied by Old Pudge.

Floyd |
Floyd | There's a stairwell to the west, and you can smell the fresh air coming
Floyd | from the east door.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see Old Pudge here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | He sells a surprising variety of things, meeting all teenage boy needs
Floyd | -- excepting, perhaps, porn and smokes. The fat old man is wedged in
Floyd | his booth, wiping up something, his apron swaying with the exertion.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Old Pudge grunts and shakes his head, continues rubbing grease around
Floyd | the counter.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Stairwell

Floyd | A crossroads of sorts, the stairwell area allows you to go up to the
Floyd | second floor, down to the gym, and east to the caf. This is where,
Floyd | according to the daily PA announcements, boys tend to "linger" -- and
Floyd | said lingering causes clogging and potential accidents: consequently,
Floyd | lingering in the stairwell is forbidden.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Second Floor, East

Floyd | The science lab is to the north and stairs lead up and down. Grey
Floyd | lockers line the walls, as do doors to various classrooms.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | They're (by administrative decree) painfully non-descript.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You find nothing of interest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not something you can open.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | There's a class in progress. Didn't you get enough?
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Third Floor, East
Floyd | This is as high as this high school gets. You can go back down, south

Floyd | to the library, or you can follow the hallway west. Lockers and
Floyd | classroom doors line the walls.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Library
Floyd | The musty little room is choked with books, with only barely enough
Floyd | room for a reading table and the librarian's desk. It's hard to imagine
Floyd | a better way to discourage reading.
Floyd |

Floyd | You can see Dave and a librarian here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | Dave has a curtain of curly bangs he wears draped over his angular
Floyd | face, which is mirrored by the plethora of loose threads he's
Floyd | unravelled from his tie. His pointy toed boots fit neatly into his
Floyd | specially tapered slacks.
Floyd | There's a strange scratching sound.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Dave has a curtain of curly bangs he wears draped over his angular
Floyd | face, which is mirrored by the plethora of loose threads he's

Floyd | unravelled from his tie. His pointy toed boots fit neatly into his
Floyd | specially tapered slacks.
Floyd |
Floyd | You realize the scratching is coming from behind Dave's book. It's
Floyd | quite loud, and when you look at him questioningly, he mumbles, "She's
Floyd | totally deaf."

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The librarian has the grey bun and the grandmotherly stylings that are
Floyd | guaranteed to negate even the most determined teenage lust. Presumably,

Floyd | given the similarities to the school secretary, they're sisters -- but
Floyd | no one cares enough to ask.
Floyd |
Floyd | The scratching pauses for long enough for Dave to sweep the shavings
Floyd | off the table.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to look.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | On the reading table is a carving. It's kind of round with some lines
Floyd | in it...oh, forget it. It's all greek to a geek like you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd |   some Doc Martens boots (being worn)
Floyd |   a zine

Floyd |   some cash
Floyd |   your middle finger
Floyd |   a blazer (being worn)
Floyd |   a tie (being worn)
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It's a small photocopied and stapled booklet called "Virus: A Zine
Floyd | Dedicated to Spreading Truth". A picture of Christ that's been coloured
Floyd | in brown is on the cover: "NEWSFLASH: Jesus wasn't a cracker!". Inside
Floyd | are articles on punk rock iconography, censorship in science class, and

Floyd | the hypocrisy of the Catholic Church -- you can READ ABOUT ____ IN
Floyd | ZINE, if you were so inclined.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | What do you want to read about in?
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Handwritten above a series of arcane symbols and definitions is: "We at
Floyd | Virus believe that, while pretending to be the exact opposite, the
Floyd | hardcore scene has become an elitist club. To combat that, and for
Floyd | historical record, we give you the Iconography of Punk Rock."
Floyd |
Floyd | Scanning the symbols, you recognize the one Dave was carving -- it's

Floyd | for a band called "Dead Kennedys".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Dave's eyes widen in surprise.

Floyd |
Floyd | "You know them? Cool," Dave enthuses.
Floyd |
Floyd | [You get five punk points for that.]
Floyd |
Floyd | Dave looks down at your boots and then gives you a sideways look.

Floyd | "Their best one is the song 'Nazi Punk, Fuck Off'..."
Floyd |
Floyd | "Yeah, Nazis suck," you concur.
Floyd |
Floyd | "You know Nazis wear red laces?"
Floyd |

Floyd | "Oh," you say, feeling like an idiot. "Yeah. Well, Stuart said he took
Floyd | -- rolled -- a skin for these."
Floyd |
Floyd | "Huh," says Dave. "Well, I think they got laces at the caf." He goes
Floyd | back to his carving.
Floyd |

Floyd | "You boys be quiet," says the librarian suddenly.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Fuck off, you old biddy," says Dave, hidden behind his book.
Floyd |
Floyd | She doesn't even look up from her book.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Third Floor, East
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Third Floor, West
Floyd | This is the most remote part of the school, and so naturally your

Floyd | locker is here. For added fun, the detention room is directly north --
Floyd | its deadly silences punctuated by barked orders and sobs ensure that
Floyd | you visit your locker as infrequently as possible.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Better not -- it makes enough noise to attract the detention room

Floyd | monitor, and you're not allowed to be up here during your lunch hour.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You'd like to put that off as long as possible.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Third Floor, East

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Third Floor, East
Floyd | This is as high as this high school gets. You can go back down, south

Floyd | to the library, or you can follow the hallway west. Lockers and
Floyd | classroom doors line the walls.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Second Floor, East
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Second Floor, West
Floyd | There's a prominently displayed trophy case and rows and rows of
Floyd | official looking plaques to impress parents on their way south to the
Floyd | office. The hallway continues east, and north is the way back outside.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Second Floor, East
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Second Floor, East
Floyd | The science lab is to the north and stairs lead up and down. Grey

Floyd | lockers line the walls, as do doors to various classrooms.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | Stairwell
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | Stairwell
Floyd | A crossroads of sorts, the stairwell area allows you to go up to the
Floyd | second floor, down to the gym, and east to the caf. This is where,
Floyd | according to the daily PA announcements, boys tend to "linger" -- and
Floyd | said lingering causes clogging and potential accidents: consequently,
Floyd | lingering in the stairwell is forbidden.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Punk Points is now in its "verbose" mode, which always gives long
Floyd | descriptions of locations (even if you've been there before).

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Caf

Floyd | There's a constant hubbub in this large room intended for eating food.
Floyd | There's a lot more card players, arguers, wrestlers and crammers than
Floyd | there are diners, however, all playing out their little dramas. Off to
Floyd | the side is a little food booth, occupied by Old Pudge.
Floyd |
Floyd | There's a stairwell to the west, and you can smell the fresh air coming

Floyd | from the east door.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see Old Pudge here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | You point at your boots. "I need laces," you say to Old Pudge, and he
Floyd | looks under the counter. He pulls out two exceptionally long black
Floyd | laces like they were spaghetti and slaps them on the counter. "Two

Floyd | bucks," he says, and you gladly pay.
Floyd |
Floyd | Excited, you sit down in the middle of the floor and remove the red
Floyd | laces and start lacing up the black ones. It takes a while to thread
Floyd | fourteen eyeholes, and you attract the attention of quite a few boys.
Floyd | When you've tightened them and get up, you find yourself looking into

Floyd | Mr. Pannus' unsmiling bearded face.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Those boots are not regulation, are they. Come with me," he says
Floyd | softly, and you walk behind him to...
Floyd |
Floyd | The Detention Room

Floyd | It's a classroom that evokes the feel of an interrogation chamber
Floyd | without resorting to a single bare bulb. There's a blackboard and a
Floyd | large teacher's desk. All except a few of the desks have been removed,
Floyd | and Jackson sits at one of them. The other boy is Mophead, who gives
Floyd | you a vacuous grin.
Floyd |

Floyd | You can see Mophead, Pannus and Jackson here.
Floyd | Pannus stares at you without blinking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Jackson's a handsome boy with his hair carefully gelled and cut short.
Floyd | He wears a voluminous bomber jacket with the target symbol on the back,
Floyd | and neat little brogues -- he's not violating uniform regulations at

Floyd | all unless you count the union jack sewn to his tie.
Floyd | Pannus stares at you without blinking.
Floyd | Jackson runs his hand through his hair and sighs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You've never actually seen his eyes, but apparently they're there
Floyd | somewhere under that huge mass of blond hair.
Floyd | Mophead hums increasingly louder until Pannus' head starts to turn his
Floyd | way.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd |   some Doc Martens boots (being worn)
Floyd |   a zine
Floyd |   some cash

Floyd |   your middle finger
Floyd |   a blazer (being worn)
Floyd |   a tie (being worn)
Floyd | Pannus stares at you without blinking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You want to, but you just don't got the juice yet.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You flip through the zine, but don't find that.
Floyd | Mophead goes through his marker collection, checking them for
Floyd | moistness.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Not the place to chitchat, with Pannus standing right there.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Ominously, the blackboard is filled with crossed-off names.
Floyd | Pannus stares at you without blinking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | What do you want to read in?
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | What do you want to read in?
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Ominously, the blackboard is filled with crossed-off names.
Floyd | Pannus rubs his beard and considers you as if you were a mathematical
Floyd | problem.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It's a big wooden teacher's desk, on which is an envelope with a couple
Floyd | of dance tickets sticking out of it.
Floyd | Jackson runs his hand through his hair and sighs.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Pannus notices your interest in the tickets. "It's completely sold
Floyd | out," he says, stroking his beard like a pet, "These are for the boys

Floyd | who will take the tickets at the door." He looks at you for a second,
Floyd | his green eyes seeming to flicker. "I'll tell you what. If you clean
Floyd | the blackboard, I'll let you be on the first shift."
Floyd | Pannus stares at you without blinking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Pannus notices your interest in the tickets. "It's completely sold
Floyd | out," he says, stroking his beard like a pet, "These are for the boys
Floyd | who will take the tickets at the door." He looks at you for a second,
Floyd | his green eyes seeming to flicker. "I'll tell you what. If you clean

Floyd | the blackboard, I'll let you be on the first shift."
Floyd | Pannus stares at you without blinking.
Floyd | Mophead goes through his marker collection, checking them for
Floyd | moistness.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | As you're cleaning the blackboard, Pannus says, "That's a good lad."
Floyd | When you turn back, neither of the other boys meet your eyes. Pannus'
Floyd | face is glowing with the triumph of the horse trainer.

Floyd |
Floyd | [You lose three punk points for that.]
Floyd | Pannus blinks, just when you were doubting his humanity.
Floyd | Mophead goes through his marker collection, checking them for
Floyd | moistness.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | The Detention Room
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying:

Floyd |   some Doc Martens boots (being worn)
Floyd |   a zine
Floyd |   some cash
Floyd |   your middle finger
Floyd |   a blazer (being worn)
Floyd |   a tie (being worn)

Floyd | Mophead hums increasingly louder until Pannus' head starts to turn his
Floyd | way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Pannus notices your interest in the tickets. "It's completely sold
Floyd | out," he says, stroking his beard like a pet, "These are for the boys
Floyd | who will take the tickets at the door." He looks at you for a second,
Floyd | his green eyes seeming to flicker. "I'll tell you what. If you clean
Floyd | the blackboard, I'll let you be on the first shift."
Floyd | Pannus rubs his beard and considers you as if you were a mathematical

Floyd | problem.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You want to, but you just don't got the juice yet.
Floyd | Pannus rubs his beard and considers you as if you were a mathematical
Floyd | problem.
Floyd | Mophead goes through his marker collection, checking them for
Floyd | moistness.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Not the place to chitchat, with Pannus standing right there.
Floyd | Pannus blinks, just when you were doubting his humanity.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You want to, but you just don't got the juice yet.
Floyd | Pannus stares at you without blinking.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | He stares at you for a full two seconds. Then, in a caring voice: "Why
Floyd | are you wasting my time with stupid questions?"
Floyd | Pannus stares at you without blinking.

Floyd | Jackson runs his hand through his hair and sighs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It's a small photocopied and stapled booklet called "Virus: A Zine

Floyd | Dedicated to Spreading Truth". A picture of Christ that's been coloured
Floyd | in brown is on the cover: "NEWSFLASH: Jesus wasn't a cracker!". Inside
Floyd | are articles on punk rock iconography, censorship in science class, and
Floyd | the hypocrisy of the Catholic Church -- you can READ ABOUT ____ IN
Floyd | ZINE, if you were so inclined.
Floyd | Pannus blinks, just when you were doubting his humanity.

Floyd | Jackson diligently copies out bible passages.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | Jackson's a handsome boy with his hair carefully gelled and cut short.
Floyd | He wears a voluminous bomber jacket with the target symbol on the back,
Floyd | and neat little brogues -- he's not violating uniform regulations at
Floyd | all unless you count the union jack sewn to his tie.
Floyd | Pannus stares at you without blinking.
Floyd | Jackson runs his hand through his hair and sighs.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Nothing is on sale.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It's a big wooden teacher's desk, on which is an envelope with a couple
Floyd | of dance tickets sticking out of it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are unable to.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You flip through the zine, but don't find that.
Floyd | Mophead hums increasingly louder until Pannus' head starts to turn his
Floyd | way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Time passes.
Floyd | Jackson diligently copies out bible passages.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Nothing practical results from your prayer.
Floyd | Jackson diligently copies out bible passages.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Ominously, the blackboard is filled with crossed-off names.
Floyd | Pannus blinks, just when you were doubting his humanity.
Floyd | Jackson diligently copies out bible passages.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Pannus notices your interest in the tickets. "It's completely sold
Floyd | out," he says, stroking his beard like a pet, "These are for the boys
Floyd | who will take the tickets at the door." He looks at you for a second,
Floyd | his green eyes seeming to flicker. "I'll tell you what. If you clean

Floyd | the blackboard, I'll let you be on the first shift."
Floyd | Pannus rubs his beard and considers you as if you were a mathematical
Floyd | problem.
Floyd | Jackson runs his hand through his hair and sighs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You jump on the spot, fruitlessly.

Floyd | Pannus blinks, just when you were doubting his humanity.
Floyd | Jackson diligently copies out bible passages.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | As you're cleaning the blackboard, Pannus says, "That's a good lad."
Floyd | When you turn back, neither of the other boys meet your eyes. Pannus'

Floyd | face is glowing with the triumph of the horse trainer.
Floyd |
Floyd | [You lose three punk points for that.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | When you reach for the ticket, Pannus hands you a cloth and nods at the
Floyd | board. "Better give it a good buff. Get it as shiny as those boots of
Floyd | yours." There's an amused look in his eye now.
Floyd | Pannus stares at you without blinking.

Floyd | Jackson runs his hand through his hair and sighs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You want to, but you just don't got the juice yet.
Floyd | Pannus stares at you without blinking.
Floyd | Jackson diligently copies out bible passages.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You clean the board to a shiny black, and hand the cloth back to
Floyd | Pannus. He doesn't even look at you this time.
Floyd |
Floyd | [You lose 3 more punk points for that.]

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You decide to give him what he's been asking for.
Floyd |

Floyd | Pannus stares at your finger. He looks down at his reading for a
Floyd | second, then sighs. "How are we supposed to deal with animals like you
Floyd | without the strap? Get out," he flips a page, "Get out, all of you."
Floyd |
Floyd | Mophead and Jackson sprint out the door in front of you, grinning
Floyd | wildly.

Floyd |
Floyd | "Nice one, man," Mophead says. "And hey, if you need a dance ticket,
Floyd | Terry can hook you up. He's selling them out front of the school."
Floyd |
Floyd | "He has extra tickets?" you say.
Floyd |

Floyd | "You might say that," Mophead says mysteriously and takes off, bouncing
Floyd | down the hall and glancing in the windows of the classrooms.
Floyd |
Floyd | Jackson solemnly shakes your hand. "Nicely done, my good man." He turns
Floyd | and gets his stuff out of his locker. "I'm skipping the rest of the
Floyd | day. Don't want to run into Pannus again with the mood he's in. Luckily

Floyd | he won't be at the dance." Jackson zips up his bomber and taps his
Floyd | pockets for his smokes, then walks off. At the last moment he turns
Floyd | around and salutes you, then disappears down the stairwell.
Floyd |
Floyd | [You got 10 punk points for that.]
Floyd |

Floyd | Third Floor, West
Floyd | This is the most remote part of the school, and so naturally your
Floyd | locker is here. For added fun, the detention room is directly north --
Floyd | its deadly silences punctuated by barked orders and sobs ensure that
Floyd | you visit your locker as infrequently as possible.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Third Floor, East
Floyd | This is as high as this high school gets. You can go back down, south
Floyd | to the library, or you can follow the hallway west. Lockers and
Floyd | classroom doors line the walls.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Second Floor, East

Floyd | The science lab is to the north and stairs lead up and down. Grey
Floyd | lockers line the walls, as do doors to various classrooms.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Stairwell
Floyd | A crossroads of sorts, the stairwell area allows you to go up to the
Floyd | second floor, down to the gym, and east to the caf. This is where,

Floyd | according to the daily PA announcements, boys tend to "linger" -- and
Floyd | said lingering causes clogging and potential accidents: consequently,
Floyd | lingering in the stairwell is forbidden.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Caf
Floyd | There's a constant hubbub in this large room intended for eating food.
Floyd | There's a lot more card players, arguers, wrestlers and crammers than

Floyd | there are diners, however, all playing out their little dramas. Off to
Floyd | the side is a little food booth, occupied by Old Pudge.
Floyd |
Floyd | There's a stairwell to the west, and you can smell the fresh air coming
Floyd | from the east door.
Floyd |

Floyd | You can see Old Pudge here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | The Playground
Floyd | The asphalt is painted with various arcane white lines which you assume
Floyd | are used in playing something, but you've never seen anyone doing
Floyd | anything but shooting hoops here. The side door to the school cafeteria
Floyd | is propped open to the west, the portables squat to the east, or you
Floyd | can go AWOL and head north.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Portables

Floyd | These one-room portables are meant to be temporary but these battered
Floyd | aluminium boxes look older than the school itself. Ugly things, but
Floyd | they do serve nicely to obscure the activities of the Path from prying
Floyd | eyes in the school. You can venture south to the field or enter the
Floyd | playground by going west.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Track and Field
Floyd | A track rings the large multi-purpose field, and trees ring the track.

Floyd | The school looms to the west, its window eyes silently judging the
Floyd | players. This is where boys become men, where the raw ore of youth is
Floyd | pounded into iron, where the limits of the body and spirit are tested.
Floyd |
Floyd | Where the jocks frolic, in other words.
Floyd |

Floyd | There's a bunch of jocks throwing around a melon shaped ball and
Floyd | running around in a very intense fashion.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Even if you were prepared to climb the vine trellises, the windows are
Floyd | closed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't go that way.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not something you can enter.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Portables

Floyd | These one-room portables are meant to be temporary but these battered
Floyd | aluminium boxes look older than the school itself. Ugly things, but
Floyd | they do serve nicely to obscure the activities of the Path from prying
Floyd | eyes in the school. You can venture south to the field or enter the
Floyd | playground by going west.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Playground
Floyd | The asphalt is painted with various arcane white lines which you assume

Floyd | are used in playing something, but you've never seen anyone doing
Floyd | anything but shooting hoops here. The side door to the school cafeteria
Floyd | is propped open to the west, the portables squat to the east, or you
Floyd | can go AWOL and head north.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Beginning of Lane
Floyd | This is the road that heads north to the outside world and south back
Floyd | to the school. At the end of the school day it's choked with escaping

Floyd | boys, but now it's completely featureless.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beside the lane is a rather large concrete sign, with a cross on one
Floyd | side and an empty pedestal on the other.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Playground

Floyd | The asphalt is painted with various arcane white lines which you assume
Floyd | are used in playing something, but you've never seen anyone doing
Floyd | anything but shooting hoops here. The side door to the school cafeteria
Floyd | is propped open to the west, the portables squat to the east, or you
Floyd | can go AWOL and head north.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Caf
Floyd | There's a constant hubbub in this large room intended for eating food.

Floyd | There's a lot more card players, arguers, wrestlers and crammers than
Floyd | there are diners, however, all playing out their little dramas. Off to
Floyd | the side is a little food booth, occupied by Old Pudge.
Floyd |
Floyd | There's a stairwell to the west, and you can smell the fresh air coming
Floyd | from the east door.

Floyd |
Floyd | You can see Old Pudge here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Stairwell
Floyd | A crossroads of sorts, the stairwell area allows you to go up to the
Floyd | second floor, down to the gym, and east to the caf. This is where,
Floyd | according to the daily PA announcements, boys tend to "linger" -- and
Floyd | said lingering causes clogging and potential accidents: consequently,

Floyd | lingering in the stairwell is forbidden.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Door's locked, and you can hear shouts and ball-echoes within.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Second Floor, East

Floyd | The science lab is to the north and stairs lead up and down. Grey
Floyd | lockers line the walls, as do doors to various classrooms.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Third Floor, East
Floyd | This is as high as this high school gets. You can go back down, south
Floyd | to the library, or you can follow the hallway west. Lockers and
Floyd | classroom doors line the walls.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Third Floor, West
Floyd | This is the most remote part of the school, and so naturally your

Floyd | locker is here. For added fun, the detention room is directly north --
Floyd | its deadly silences punctuated by barked orders and sobs ensure that
Floyd | you visit your locker as infrequently as possible.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Third Floor, East
Floyd | This is as high as this high school gets. You can go back down, south
Floyd | to the library, or you can follow the hallway west. Lockers and
Floyd | classroom doors line the walls.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | There's a class in progress. Didn't you get enough?
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Second Floor, East
Floyd | The science lab is to the north and stairs lead up and down. Grey

Floyd | lockers line the walls, as do doors to various classrooms.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't go that way.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Second Floor, West

Floyd | There's a prominently displayed trophy case and rows and rows of
Floyd | official looking plaques to impress parents on their way south to the
Floyd | office. The hallway continues east, and north is the way back outside.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You wonder if this school will turn you into the kind of entity that
Floyd | gives a rat's ass about such things.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Main Entrance
Floyd | This is the front door of the school, but other than the name carved

Floyd | above the southbound archway and the signage warning people to report
Floyd | to the office, there's not a lot of ceremony here. Pretty plain for a
Floyd | school as pompous as Pope.
Floyd |
Floyd | Despite the plainness, there's a boy here drawing the entryway in a
Floyd | large sketchbook. He spares you a brief glance.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | He gives you a glance, slightly longer than average, then goes back to
Floyd | sketching. Just when you think he's ignored you completely, he says,

Floyd | "Why ask me?"
Floyd |
Floyd | Going along with the cloak-and-dagger routine, you stare off into space
Floyd | a second yourself. Then, not looking at him, you say "They're sold out.
Floyd | A friend told me you might be able to hook me up."
Floyd |

Floyd | Terry nods. "Ten bucks."
Floyd |
Floyd | "I only got eight," you say, "C'mon."
Floyd |
Floyd | Terry shakes his head. "Niners," he says with disgust. "I need some of
Floyd | those office slips for uniform violations. Get me some of those and you

Floyd | can have it for eight."
Floyd |
Floyd | Terry goes back to his sketch.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Second Floor, West
Floyd | There's a prominently displayed trophy case and rows and rows of
Floyd | official looking plaques to impress parents on their way south to the

Floyd | office. The hallway continues east, and north is the way back outside.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | The Office
Floyd | The office is quiet and orderly, with a large counter separating the
Floyd | office proper from the visitors. Two doors against the far wall are,
Floyd | according to the signs, the lairs of Brother Matthews and Mr. Pannus,
Floyd | and sandwiched between them is a massive painting of Pope Innocent III.
Floyd |

Floyd | On the counter are some slips.
Floyd |
Floyd | Although she's keying information into the computer, the secretary's
Floyd | huge glasses make it impossible to tell if she's looking at you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | The secretary has the grey bun and the grandmotherly stylings that are
Floyd | guaranteed to negate even the most determined teenage lust. You wonder

Floyd | if it's deliberate, because she seems younger, handling her computer
Floyd | without the tutting and fretting of the aged.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | "Why don't you just leave those right there, dear," the secretary says

Floyd | in a steely tone.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd |   some Doc Martens boots (being worn)

Floyd |   a zine
Floyd |   some cash
Floyd |   your middle finger
Floyd |   a blazer (being worn)
Floyd |   a tie (being worn)
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | The Office
Floyd | The office is quiet and orderly, with a large counter separating the
Floyd | office proper from the visitors. Two doors against the far wall are,
Floyd | according to the signs, the lairs of Brother Matthews and Mr. Pannus,
Floyd | and sandwiched between them is a massive painting of Pope Innocent III.
Floyd |

Floyd | On the counter are some slips.
Floyd |
Floyd | Although she's keying information into the computer, the secretary's
Floyd | huge glasses make it impossible to tell if she's looking at you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | "Wouldn't know, dear," she says distractedly. "Shouldn't you be in
Floyd | class?"
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | This is a very strange cartoonish depiction of Pope Innocent III. The
Floyd | colours are really bright, and his slightly cross-eyed gaze is almost
Floyd | goofy and not at all that of a MILITANT PASTOR AND GREAT MONARCH, which
Floyd | the plaque screwed into the frame insists he is.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to look.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | She tilts her glasses and her eyes meet yours for the first time.
Floyd | "That's Pope Innocent the Third," she says, turning around in her seat

Floyd | to look at him. "He was a great man."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You stealthily slide the slips off the counter. Taken.

Floyd |
Floyd | "He took the bull by the horns," the secretary continues, her back to
Floyd | you. "He didn't take any nonsense from the heretics, he launched a
Floyd | Crusade when they got uppity! He did God's work. A great man."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Time passes.
Floyd |
Floyd | She seems lost in reverie, staring at the painting as if she remembered

Floyd | him personally.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Time passes.

Floyd |
Floyd | She swivels around and looks at you. "Oh, well, you're new here aren't
Floyd | you? So you haven't even seen the wonderful statue of him that stands
Floyd | beside the sign in front of the school." Her face darkens and she
Floyd | returns to the computer, tapping the keys a little harder than she
Floyd | needs to. "We had to clean it after someone --" She looks at you

Floyd | sharply, and you get the smirk off your face just in time. She seems to
Floyd | notice your mohawk for the first time. "Well, never mind. They'll be
Floyd | lowering it onto the pedestal tomorrow morning." She shakes her head,
Floyd | pointing back at Innocent. "He wouldn't put up with that kind of monkey
Floyd | business, I tell you that."
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd |   some slips
Floyd |   some Doc Martens boots (being worn)
Floyd |   a zine
Floyd |   some cash
Floyd |   your middle finger

Floyd |   a blazer (being worn)
Floyd |   a tie (being worn)
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Second Floor, West
Floyd | There's a prominently displayed trophy case and rows and rows of
Floyd | official looking plaques to impress parents on their way south to the
Floyd | office. The hallway continues east, and north is the way back outside.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Main Entrance
Floyd | This is the front door of the school, but other than the name carved

Floyd | above the southbound archway and the signage warning people to report
Floyd | to the office, there's not a lot of ceremony here. Pretty plain for a
Floyd | school as pompous as Pope.
Floyd |
Floyd | Despite the plainness, there's a boy here drawing the entryway in a
Floyd | large sketchbook. He spares you a brief glance.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Terry takes the money and slips and pockets them. Then, from his
Floyd | sketchbook, he places an original ticket beside a blank piece of

Floyd | cardboard. With a thin line marker, he draws in the dancing leafs, the
Floyd | bubble style lettering that says FALL DANCE!, and all the small details
Floyd | the original incorporated to make it counterfeit proof. When he's done,
Floyd | he looks over his handiwork and then hands it to you.
Floyd |
Floyd | He turns his attention to the slips next, removing another original

Floyd | from the back of his sketchbook. He forges the signature on one of
Floyd | them, then checks the "slacks" infraction. He hands it to you. "This is
Floyd | for Stuart."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | To talk to people, ASK ____ ABOUT ____.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Second Floor, West
Floyd | There's a prominently displayed trophy case and rows and rows of
Floyd | official looking plaques to impress parents on their way south to the

Floyd | office. The hallway continues east, and north is the way back outside.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | Second Floor, East
Floyd | The science lab is to the north and stairs lead up and down. Grey
Floyd | lockers line the walls, as do doors to various classrooms.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Punk Points is now in its normal "brief" printing mode, which gives
Floyd | long descriptions of places never before visited and short descriptions
Floyd | otherwise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Stairwell
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Door's locked, and you can hear shouts and ball-echoes within.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Caf
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see Old Pudge here.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Playground

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Portables
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Track and Field
Floyd |

Floyd | There's a bunch of jocks throwing around a melon shaped ball and
Floyd | running around in a very intense fashion.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Portables
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Portables
Floyd | These one-room portables are meant to be temporary but these battered
Floyd | aluminium boxes look older than the school itself. Ugly things, but
Floyd | they do serve nicely to obscure the activities of the Path from prying
Floyd | eyes in the school. You can venture south to the field or enter the

Floyd | playground by going west.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | The Playground
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Playground
Floyd | The asphalt is painted with various arcane white lines which you assume
Floyd | are used in playing something, but you've never seen anyone doing
Floyd | anything but shooting hoops here. The side door to the school cafeteria
Floyd | is propped open to the west, the portables squat to the east, or you

Floyd | can go AWOL and head north.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Punk Points is now in its "verbose" mode, which always gives long
Floyd | descriptions of locations (even if you've been there before).
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Beginning of Lane
Floyd | This is the road that heads north to the outside world and south back

Floyd | to the school. At the end of the school day it's choked with escaping
Floyd | boys, but now it's completely featureless.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beside the lane is a rather large concrete sign, with a cross on one
Floyd | side and an empty pedestal on the other.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Playground
Floyd | The asphalt is painted with various arcane white lines which you assume

Floyd | are used in playing something, but you've never seen anyone doing
Floyd | anything but shooting hoops here. The side door to the school cafeteria
Floyd | is propped open to the west, the portables squat to the east, or you
Floyd | can go AWOL and head north.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Portables
Floyd | These one-room portables are meant to be temporary but these battered
Floyd | aluminium boxes look older than the school itself. Ugly things, but

Floyd | they do serve nicely to obscure the activities of the Path from prying
Floyd | eyes in the school. You can venture south to the field or enter the
Floyd | playground by going west.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Track and Field
Floyd | A track rings the large multi-purpose field, and trees ring the track.
Floyd | The school looms to the west, its window eyes silently judging the

Floyd | players. This is where boys become men, where the raw ore of youth is
Floyd | pounded into iron, where the limits of the body and spirit are tested.
Floyd |
Floyd | Where the jocks frolic, in other words.
Floyd |
Floyd | There's a bunch of jocks throwing around a melon shaped ball and

Floyd | running around in a very intense fashion.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | The Portables
Floyd | These one-room portables are meant to be temporary but these battered
Floyd | aluminium boxes look older than the school itself. Ugly things, but
Floyd | they do serve nicely to obscure the activities of the Path from prying
Floyd | eyes in the school. You can venture south to the field or enter the
Floyd | playground by going west.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | The Path

Floyd | The Path, the thin sidewalk that links the school grounds to the real
Floyd | world, is neither on or off school property. It's no-man's-land, and
Floyd | all suspect activity takes place here. Like most legendary spots, it's
Floyd | rather unimpressive in actuality -- it's a butt-littered sidewalk that
Floyd | heads west to the school and east to freedom.
Floyd |

Floyd | You can see Stuart here.
Floyd |
Floyd | Stuart rants about Pannus.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd |   a signed slip
Floyd |   a dance ticket

Floyd |   some Doc Martens boots (being worn)
Floyd |   a zine
Floyd |   your middle finger
Floyd |   a blazer (being worn)
Floyd |   a tie (being worn)
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You casually hand it over to Stu, who glances at you suspiciously...
Floyd | and then breaks out in a huge grin. "So you've met Terry, eh?" he says,
Floyd | smiling.

Floyd |
Floyd | "Yeah," you say casually, "Got him to do me up one of these."
Floyd |
Floyd | You flash Stu the counterfeit ticket, and he starts to laugh. "Yeah,
Floyd | it's gonna suck, they always do..." the skinhead says, exhaling smoke
Floyd | in a world-weary way. "But it's pretty much the only thing goin'. Few

Floyd | chicks at least."
Floyd |
Floyd | You nod and shrug.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Yeah, we're meeting up here later tonight. You should come. Should be
Floyd | able to score some booze, take a little bit of the lameness out of the

Floyd | evening's festivities."
Floyd |
Floyd | Mophead comes up from the school for a smoke and thumbs at you. "Shudda
Floyd | SEEN this guy, Stu-Fart, he fuckin' gave Penis the FINGER."
Floyd |
Floyd | "The FINGER! PENIS!" Mophead goes to high-five you and you let him. "Ah

Floyd | man, that was awesome!"
Floyd |
Floyd | You shrug, lean against the fence and try not to grin too broadly as
Floyd | your exploits are recounted blow by blow.
Floyd |
Floyd | [Please press SPACE to continue.]

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |                               PUNK POINTS

Floyd |                               by Jim Munroe
Floyd |
Floyd |                               Act III
Floyd |
Floyd |                         [Please press SPACE to begin.]

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | The Path
Floyd | The Path, the thin sidewalk that links the school grounds to the real
Floyd | world, is neither on or off school property. It's no-man's-land, and

Floyd | all suspect activity takes place here. At night, with the moon shining
Floyd | down, it's a little more mysterious, but it's still just a
Floyd | butt-littered sidewalk going east and west.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see Dave here.
Floyd |

Floyd | You and Dave are sitting against the fence, waiting for the others. You
Floyd | pick up and toss pebbles into the shadows across the Path. Dave keeps
Floyd | plucking at his skull-buckle boots and not saying anything. You wish he
Floyd | was more talkative, but his veil of hair (which he's dyed black for the
Floyd | occasion) is impenetrable.
Floyd |

Floyd | You're a little cold. You're wearing a sleeveless union jack t-shirt
Floyd | without a jacket, since the rest of your ensemble -- khaki pants rolled
Floyd | up to show off your docs and a gelled up mohawk -- doesn't go with your
Floyd | dumpy corduroy jacket. You look at Dave's long overcoat with jealousy.
Floyd |
Floyd | Stuart and Jackson appear, talking. They're dressed for the dance. "I

Floyd | don't -- there they are."
Floyd |
Floyd | "Hey," Stuart says, thumping against the fence opposite you. "We're
Floyd | late 'cause Jackson's a total pussy."
Floyd |
Floyd | "Shut up," says Jackson. "We ended up getting it, didn't we?"

Floyd |
Floyd | "Yeah, well, if you had just gone in and got it..." Stuart goads,
Floyd | pulling the flat bottle out of his army jacket and shaking it.
Floyd |
Floyd | "What are you shaking it for?" Dave says scornfully. "You don't shake
Floyd | liquor. It's not orange juice."

Floyd |
Floyd | Stuart shrugs, unscrewing the top. "Can't hurt," a slightly embarrassed
Floyd | look on his face. "If you're the expert, why didn't you get it?"
Floyd |
Floyd | "What did you get?" you say, wanting to be part of the conversation.
Floyd |

Floyd | Stuart takes a swig and hands it to you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | You take a small mouthful, swallow it quickly. You pinch your nose and
Floyd | squeeze your eyes shut for a second, then pass on the bottle to Dave.
Floyd |
Floyd | "So I was like, 'Jackson -- just go in and get it,'" Stuart says. "You

Floyd | dress like someone's dad, they'll never ask you for ID.' But he
Floyd | wouldn't, so we had to wait for some rocker to come along who'd buy for
Floyd | us."
Floyd |
Floyd | Dave takes two swigs and hands it to Jackson, who hands it to Stuart.
Floyd | "Even Hardcore here is drinking, guy," Stu says with a smirk, handing

Floyd | the bottle to you. You swig and pass it on.
Floyd |
Floyd | "You remember what happened the last time," Jackson says. "I want to
Floyd | actually get into the dance this time. Pannus has still got me in
Floyd | detention from last year!"
Floyd |

Floyd | "Well, I mean, you puked in front of him," Dave says with a rare smile.
Floyd | "We're lucky we went in before you."
Floyd |
Floyd | Stuart is snickering. "You were so fucked that night. The only thing
Floyd | that sucked about it was that you had a chance to puke on Penis and you
Floyd | puked on your own shoes. That's a shame."

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | "Well," Jackson says, "They're obviously going to be watching me
Floyd | tonight, and I want to get into the dance."
Floyd |
Floyd | "So you can show off all your skanking skills when they play One Step

Floyd | Beyond?" says Stuart, getting to his feet and mock-dancing.
Floyd |
Floyd | Jackson laughs, watching Stuart's scowling dance moves.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Ah, it's going to suck anyway. They always do," says Dave, passing the
Floyd | bottle to Stuart. "The last time we missed the only Cult song they

Floyd | played."
Floyd |
Floyd | "That's why we should have got the stuff faster," says Stuart over the
Floyd | bottle. "We would have gotten in with the first rush of people and no
Floyd | one would notice we were drunk."
Floyd |

Floyd | "Yeah, it's not like we stick out or anything," Jackson says dryly.
Floyd | "Besides, who was the one who was a half-hour late getting to my place
Floyd | tonight?"
Floyd |
Floyd | You take another swig. It's not getting any less vile, but it's almost
Floyd | finished.

Floyd |
Floyd | "How hard is it to go into a store and buy something?" says Stuart.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | "You're almost a year older than me. You're sixteen," Jackson says.
Floyd |

Floyd | You're a bit nervous with the mention of age, since you're thirteen.
Floyd |
Floyd | Rolling his eyes, Stuart takes the bottle from Dave and finishes it
Floyd | off. "It doesn't have anything to do with that. With my innocent young
Floyd | face, I couldn't buy milk past the due date."
Floyd |

Floyd | "OK, let's go," Jackson says, getting to his feet and pulling out some
Floyd | gum. He hands everyone one piece, which you start to chew. Blueberry.
Floyd |
Floyd | As you get up, you notice a little dizziness. Everyone heads west,
Floyd | taking careful steps, and as you pass the portables Stuart whips the
Floyd | empty bottle into the night and cocks an ear.

Floyd |
Floyd | When there's no smash he frowns. "Damn. Missed the sign.".
Floyd |
Floyd | You enter the school and walk through the caf. The sudden bright lights
Floyd | intensify your dizziness into a nausea.
Floyd |

Floyd | The ticket table is set up just outside the gym door, beside the
Floyd | stairwell. The sudden stop in front of it brings up bile. The senior,
Floyd | who's taken Jackson's ticket and let him go, looks at you guardedly.
Floyd | Then he tells you to wait.
Floyd |
Floyd | A moment later, Mr. Collins, the gym teacher appears. He's got a hockey

Floyd | stick over his shoulder and a smarmy grin on his face.
Floyd |
Floyd | "What have you boys been up to tonight," he says, tapping at your
Floyd | mohawk with the flat of his stick. "Other than hairdressing?"
Floyd |
Floyd | The know-it-all attitude sets off an explosion of rage -- and,

Floyd | unfortunately, also detonates an acid ball in your stomach. You're
Floyd | going to be sick.
Floyd |
Floyd | Cafeteria
Floyd | While you know that the cafeteria is its same old dingy self, your
Floyd | brain is telling you that it's spinning and painfully bright.

Floyd |
Floyd | Mr. Collins, the obnoxious overgrown jock of a gym teacher, stands
Floyd | beside two of his apes behind the ticket table set up for the dance.
Floyd | He's grinning in a nauseatingly infuriating way. God, you feel ill.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | (on top of the Mr. Collins)
Floyd | That's not something you can sit down on.
Floyd |
Floyd | You vomit all over the floor. "Waste of a good puke..." murmurs Stu.

Floyd |
Floyd | Collins's smirk twitches with disgust, but before he can get his
Floyd | condescending hands on you, you flip the ticket table over.
Floyd |
Floyd | The cash box makes a terribly satisfying clatter.
Floyd |

Floyd | The next couple of minutes are a bit of a blur -- making a break;
Floyd | seeing Stu and Dave's escaping backs as you lean over to excise the
Floyd | last bit of liquid from your stomach lining; being carried back to the
Floyd | school by two big lugs who you flail alternately with screams about
Floyd | your inalienable rights as an individual and kicks to their groins; a
Floyd | second break, which similarly ends with you passed out in the field;

Floyd | and finally, incarceration in...
Floyd |
Floyd | Science Classroom (on the worktable)
Floyd |
Floyd | This is a room full of massive black worktables, each of them with
Floyd | their own sinks. An even larger demonstration table squats at the front

Floyd | of the room. It's weird to see the moon shining through the window
Floyd | you're so accustomed to staring out of during the day. There's an exit
Floyd | to the south.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a chart of the table of elements here.
Floyd |

Floyd | You wake groggily -- sober enough to be conscious, and still drunk
Floyd | enough to want to fuck shit up.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Cafeteria
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You slap your hands on the ticket table and vomit all over Collins and
Floyd | his thugs. It feels you're breathing liquid fire on them, although it
Floyd | looks more like the pasta you had for dinner. "Yes!" Stuart hoots,
Floyd | pumping his fist.

Floyd |
Floyd | [You get five punk points for that.]
Floyd |
Floyd | Collins' smirk twitches with disgust, but before he can get his
Floyd | condescending hands on you, you flip the ticket table over.
Floyd |

Floyd | The cash box makes a terribly satisfying clatter.
Floyd |
Floyd | The next couple of minutes are a bit of a blur -- making a break;
Floyd | seeing Stu and Dave's escaping backs as you lean over to excise the
Floyd | last bit of liquid from your stomach lining; being carried back to the
Floyd | school by two big lugs who you flail alternately with screams about

Floyd | your inalienable rights as an individual and kicks to their groins; a
Floyd | second break, which similarly ends with you passed out in the field;
Floyd | and finally, incarceration in...
Floyd |
Floyd | Science Classroom (on the worktable)
Floyd |

Floyd | This is a room full of massive black worktables, each of them with
Floyd | their own sinks. An even larger demonstration table squats at the front
Floyd | of the room. It's weird to see the moon shining through the window
Floyd | you're so accustomed to staring out of during the day. There's an exit
Floyd | to the south.
Floyd |

Floyd | You can see a chart of the table of elements here.
Floyd |
Floyd | You wake groggily -- sober enough to be conscious, and still drunk
Floyd | enough to want to fuck shit up.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd |   a dance ticket
Floyd |   some Doc Martens boots (being worn)
Floyd |   a zine
Floyd |   your middle finger
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | "We discovered that several schools have removed this lesson from the
Floyd | curriculum. Since we at Virus have found it useful, we've decided to
Floyd | return it." Beneath it reads...
Floyd |
Floyd | "EXPERIMENT 4

Floyd | Synthesis of an Explosive: N13*NH3
Floyd |
Floyd | Many explosive molecules have nitrogen as one of the elemental
Floyd | components. Nitrogen single bonds to most atoms are quite weak, while
Floyd | the nitrogen - nitrogen triple bond is exceptionally stable (NH3 is an
Floyd | exception, in that its N-H single bonds are fairly stable). Energy

Floyd | liberated by the breaking of single nitrogen bonds can be substantial.
Floyd |
Floyd | Nitrogen - halogen single bonds are particularly reactive due to
Floyd | repulsion between the nitrogen and halide lone pairs. In this
Floyd | experiment you will make ammonium triiodide NI3, isolated as an
Floyd | ammoniate coordination complex. This compound, when dry, is a

Floyd | detonating explosive that is shock-sensitive. It can be handled when
Floyd | wet, but will explode unpredictably when dry.
Floyd |
Floyd | APPARATUS
Floyd |
Floyd | Basic glassware including 10-mL beaker, 2-mL pipette, glass rod are

Floyd | required for this experiment.
Floyd |
Floyd | SAFETY CONSIDERATIONS
Floyd |
Floyd | The product of this experiment is a shock-sensitive explosive when dry.
Floyd | The small amount prepared according to the procedure below is not

Floyd | dangerous, but larger amounts are serious explosion risks. Never scale
Floyd | up this procedure!"
Floyd |
Floyd | (At this point, the editors of Virus have handwritten: HA HA!)
Floyd |
Floyd | PROCEDURE

Floyd |
Floyd | Weigh 100mg (0.100 g) of iodine into a 10-mL beaker. Slowly add 2.0 mL
Floyd | of concentrated ammonium hydroxide solution. Stir the mixture for 5
Floyd | minutes -- a red precipitate should form. Transfer the moist
Floyd | precipitate onto several layers of filter paper placed on the floor of
Floyd | the fumehood, away from any breakable objects. Spread out the solid and

Floyd | permit it to dry for one hour.
Floyd |
Floyd | While you are waiting, answer the questions provided in the laboratory.
Floyd | These are to be handed in before you leave the laboratory."
Floyd |
Floyd | (At this point, the editors have handwritten: SURE TEACH, RIGHT AFTER I

Floyd | FINISH BLOWING UP THE SCHOOL!)
Floyd |
Floyd | "When the sample has dried, carefully tap it with the end of a
Floyd | yardstick, keeping as far away as possible. No other characterization
Floyd | is required, or advisable."
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Sturdy and soaked with chemicals.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | Science Classroom (on the worktable)
Floyd |
Floyd | This is a room full of massive black worktables, each of them with
Floyd | their own sinks. An even larger demonstration table squats at the front
Floyd | of the room. It's weird to see the moon shining through the window
Floyd | you're so accustomed to staring out of during the day. There's an exit

Floyd | to the south.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a chart of the table of elements here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The building blocks of the universe are depicted in a neat series of
Floyd | boxes, with no indication of their legacy of poisonous mushroom clouds.
Floyd | You hope they're not on the exam.

Floyd |
Floyd | There's a finger-sized ring at the bottom.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The chart snaps up out of reach and reveals a glass-fronted cupboard.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | This cupboard contains the science class supplies -- the left
Floyd | compartment has all the glassware and the right compartment has all the
Floyd | chemicals.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | An astonishing array of alphabetically arranged chemicals and
Floyd | solutions.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You discover nothing of interest in the right compartment.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Science Classroom (on the worktable)
Floyd |
Floyd | This is a room full of massive black worktables, each of them with

Floyd | their own sinks. An even larger demonstration table squats at the front
Floyd | of the room. It's weird to see the moon shining through the window
Floyd | you're so accustomed to staring out of during the day. There's an exit
Floyd | to the south.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a storage cupboard (in which are a left compartment (which

Floyd | is closed) and a right compartment (which is closed)) here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Quite locked. Naturally.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You hammer on the glass fruitlessly. Your eyes land on a sticker near
Floyd | the bottom: "Now Unbreakable!"
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Outside, the night calls. There's a few strands of ivy curling up from
Floyd | the trellis.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Science Classroom (on the worktable)
Floyd |
Floyd | This is a room full of massive black worktables, each of them with

Floyd | their own sinks. An even larger demonstration table squats at the front
Floyd | of the room. It's weird to see the moon shining through the window
Floyd | you're so accustomed to staring out of during the day. There's an exit
Floyd | to the south.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a storage cupboard (in which are a left compartment (which

Floyd | is closed) and a right compartment (which is closed)) here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Sturdy and soaked with chemicals.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Sturdy and soaked with chemicals.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You find nothing of interest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Outside, the night calls. There's a few strands of ivy curling up from
Floyd | the trellis.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You open the window. After shaking the trellis attached to the side of
Floyd | the school you decide it's sturdy enough to offer an escape down. But
Floyd | then, you're drunk.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not something you can enter.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You clamber out the window and cautiously climb down the trellis...
Floyd |
Floyd | Track and Field
Floyd | A track rings the large multi-purpose field, and trees ring the track.

Floyd | The school looms to the west, its window eyes silently judging the
Floyd | players. This is where boys become men, where the raw ore of youth is
Floyd | pounded into iron, where the limits of the body and spirit are tested.
Floyd |
Floyd | Where the jocks frolic, in other words.
Floyd |

Floyd | The halfmoon seems to have a sickly glow, but that might be your nausea
Floyd | talking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You clamber up to the window...
Floyd |
Floyd | Science Classroom
Floyd |
Floyd | This is a room full of massive black worktables, each of them with
Floyd | their own sinks. An even larger demonstration table squats at the front

Floyd | of the room. It's weird to see the moon shining through the window
Floyd | you're so accustomed to staring out of during the day. There's an exit
Floyd | to the south.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a storage cupboard (in which are a left compartment (which
Floyd | is closed) and a right compartment (which is closed)) here.

Floyd |
Floyd | >