  
 
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 Little Blue Men, written by Michael S. Gentry. Little Blue Men was originally released during the 1998 Interactive Fiction Competition, where it took 7th place. It received XYZZY nominations for Best Individual PC, Best Game, Best Writing, Best Story, and Best Individual Puzzle, and ultimately took the XYZZY for Best Individual PC. 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 this game, and it goes without saying that the transcript is full of spoilers. So, if you've never played this game, 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. |
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| DavidW arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | DavidW says, "Kindly give me a minute or two more here. My machine needs to delete stuff first." | |||
| Limax says, "Wow... and half an hour passes quickly" | ||||
| Limax arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | ||||
| Marvin arrives, full of fun and funk. | DavidW says, "Today's game is Little Blue Men by Michael S. Gentry. It was 7th in IF Comp 1998 and won Best Individual NPC at the Xyzzies for that year, so this should be good." | |||
| Marvin says, "It better be..." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I know no more than what I just read at Baf's Guide, though, since I have never played this." | ||||
| Limax says, "Hee hee" | ||||
| Spinster says, "It is good" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Okay. Let's begin." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "load bluemen" | ||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to quit? Welcome to the Cheap Glk Floyd | Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [pausing to show unread error message] | ||||
| Ellison arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push green button" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | LITTLE BLUE MEN Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Press any key to begin] | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push green button" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Another day in the trenches. Another day of tooth-and-nail against a Floyd | horde of sons of bitches who would chisel you out if you gave them Floyd | half a second or half a chance. And if they can't take you down with a Floyd | well-placed stab in the back, then they'll just wait you out and let Floyd | the big, creaking wheel of routine slowly drive you mad. Floyd | Floyd | Don't let them get to you. You've got to stay one step ahead. You've Floyd | got to keep it covered. Get a grip on it. Stay in the loop. Floyd | Floyd | And above all, you must remain. Totally. Frosty. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push green button" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | LITTLE BLUE MEN Floyd | An interactive object lesson by Michael S. Gentry, Floyd | Floyd | DISCLAIMER: This game contains strong language, graphic violence, Floyd | unwarranted hostility toward others and negative vibes of various Floyd | sorts. However, at its most fundamental level, this game is about Floyd | learning to love yourself. We hope that you can look past these Floyd | shocking and sometimes offensive trappings of style, and appreciate Floyd | the game's message for its inner substance. Floyd | Floyd | Type ABOUT before you do anything else. Floyd | Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 980923 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/7 Floyd | Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | This is your scratching ground, your own little slice of the shit pie Floyd | these sons of bitches call an office -- and don't think for a second Floyd | that you didn't have to fight like hell to get it. Neatly shoved away Floyd | into the southwest corner of the general work area, where they think Floyd | you can't get into any mischief. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are an in-tray (in which is some paperwork), an out-tray Floyd | (which is empty) and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | You are carrying a crumpled dollar bill. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "Nice of the game to give you your inventory" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "about" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Background Information Floyd | Floyd | Use the arrow keys to point to a question. Floyd | Press ENTER to select the question. Floyd | Press BACKSPACE to back out of the menu system. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > About this game. Floyd | About the author. | Limax says, "Wow. Long intro" | |||
| Marvin asks, "So, is this a game we can all just randomly do stuff to?" | ||||
| Limax asks, "Uh oh... arrow keys?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "hm. I dunno if we *can* press BACKSPACE on Floyd." | ||||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Background Information Floyd | Floyd | Use the arrow keys to point to a question. Floyd | Press ENTER to select the question. Floyd | Press BACKSPACE to back out of the menu system. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > About this game. Floyd | About the author. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | This game is a joke. Floyd | Floyd | This game is a warning. Floyd | Floyd | This game is a satire. Floyd | Floyd | This game is inspired in equal parts by Vaclav Havel's The Memorandum Floyd | and Hunter S. Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Floyd | Floyd | This game is a big, stupid shaggy dog story. Floyd | Floyd | This game started out as a very silly game, and at some point during Floyd | the design process it turned into a very serious game instead -- too Floyd | far from the beginning to go back and rewrite everything to make the Floyd | mood more consistent, too far from the end to play it down to the Floyd | level of a minor punchline. The result is a kind of rushed and uneven Floyd | mixture of gonzo humor and surreal horror that didn't turn out to be Floyd | the polished, concise masterwork I had hoped it would be, but perhaps Floyd | it will make for an interesting playing experience, nonetheless. Floyd | Anyway, have fun. Floyd | Floyd | You might find the following commands useful: Floyd | Floyd | HINT Floyd | CREDITS Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "q" | ||||
| grim arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Background Information Floyd | Floyd | Use the arrow keys to point to a question. Floyd | Press ENTER to select the question. Floyd | Press BACKSPACE to back out of the menu system. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > About this game. Floyd | About the author. | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "q" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | This is your scratching ground, your own little slice of the shit pie Floyd | these sons of bitches call an office -- and don't think for a second Floyd | that you didn't have to fight like hell to get it. Neatly shoved away Floyd | into the southwest corner of the general work area, where they think Floyd | you can't get into any mischief. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are an in-tray (in which is some paperwork), an out-tray Floyd | (which is empty) and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | You are carrying a crumpled dollar bill. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "At least it's not paperwokr" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x paperwork" | ||||
Floyd | A thick sheaf of workpapers with relevant carbon copies attached. All Floyd | that fine print, all those tiny little scribbled blanks and Floyd | check-boxes -- your eyes water just looking at it. Fortunately, you Floyd | don't have to read it. All you have to do is stamp it. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I did read that there are in-game hints, which we might need, eventually." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stamp paperwork" | ||||
Floyd | Any idiot knows you need a stamp to stamp! Floyd | Floyd | > | * grim has joined the channel. | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x desk" | ||||
Floyd | This cheap chunk of fake wood and Formica is your desk. Key word: it Floyd | is YOURS. Any son of a bitch tries to move it, or go poking around in Floyd | the little drawer on the side, they are meat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x phone" | ||||
Floyd | Oh yeah, the phone. You can't make outgoing calls on it; there's no Floyd | dial. You don't even know why it's on your desk. Presumably, you're Floyd | expected to answer it if it rings, but it never does. Never has. Not Floyd | once. Not ever. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open drawer" | ||||
Floyd | You open the drawer, revealing an ink stamp, a little gray bottle and Floyd | a little white bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stamp" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bottles" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the little gray bottle or the little white bottle? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "both" | ||||
Floyd | Sorry, you can only have one item here. Which exactly? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "gray" | ||||
Floyd | The bottles are where you keep your pills. Your pills are extremely Floyd | important; sometimes, they're the only way you can stay frosty around Floyd | here. One bottle contains your headache pills, the other your sleeping Floyd | pills. Unfortunately, you've spent so much time gripping and squeezing Floyd | and twisting the child-proof caps that the labels have long since Floyd | rubbed away, and now you can never remember which is which. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "gray" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "get gray bottle" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "get white bottle" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x dollar" | ||||
Floyd | Lousy crumpled dollar bill... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stamp paperwork" | ||||
Floyd | (with the ink stamp) Floyd | You take a deep breath, raise the ink stamp high over your head, and Floyd | slam it down as hard as you can. Floyd | Floyd | - APPROVED - Floyd | Floyd | Right in the middle, every damn time. It's thrilling, on a sort of Floyd | visceral, primitive level. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit less steamed.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | You are currently feeling so-so. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Heh." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You are currently feeling so-so. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stamp paperwork" | ||||
Floyd | (with the ink stamp) Floyd | You've stamped it once already. Give it a rest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "put paperwork in tray" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the in-tray or the out-tray? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put paperwork in out-tray" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the paperwork) Floyd | Seconds after you drop it in, Benson scoots by your desk and whisks it Floyd | away. Floyd | Floyd | The work is gone from your desk. It's out of your hands. A deep sense Floyd | of satisfaction and contentment fills your soul, and you smile. If you Floyd | had a chair, you would lean back in it happily, smug with the Floyd | knowledge that you've done a good job, and you are now utterly at Floyd | peace with yourself. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "If we had a chair?" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | This is your own tidy little corner, your home away from home in the Floyd | happy little community you like to call your office. All the security Floyd | and companionship you could ever want is right here and always will Floyd | be. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are an in-tray (which is empty), an out-tray (which is Floyd | empty) and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | You are currently loving life. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x chair" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "No chair. You work standing." | |||
| Guest1 arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | DavidW says, "afk for a minute or so. Carry on." | |||
| Miseri has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Why leave? You've never been happier than when you're right here, Floyd | where you belong. Floyd | Floyd | Furman zooms past suddenly, and tosses more paperwork into your Floyd | in-tray. Your little bubble of happiness pops instantly and the gall Floyd | comes rushing back. Floyd | Floyd | The fucking nerve! As if you didn't have enough to do already! Those Floyd | sons of bitches never let up, they never give you a moment's peace. Floyd | Never a chance to catch up or take a breath or get even halfway Floyd | frosty. One of these days, you'll make them all pay... Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more steamed.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x in-tray" | ||||
Floyd | That's where they put work for you to do. They never seem to get tired Floyd | of it. There's work in there right now, as a matter of fact. Lousy Floyd | sons of bitches! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take work" | ||||
Floyd | As you take the papers, a memo slips out between two pages and lands Floyd | on your desk face-down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x memo" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the memo) Floyd | First thing you notice, turning the memo over: it's not on official Floyd | firm stationery. You allow yourself a grim chuckle. Some poor slob's Floyd | going to get it in the ass for that little slip-up, and for once it Floyd | won't be you. Floyd | Floyd | Then you read it. Floyd | Floyd | All it says is: "How about a snack?" Floyd | Floyd | Some kind of joke? Nervously, you glance around, but neither Furman Floyd | nor Benson are anywhere in sight. Floyd | Floyd | Not that it matters. Obviously, some son of a bitch is trying to mess Floyd | with you. Either Furman or Benson, or maybe both. Or maybe that Floyd | bastard Biedermeyer. Whatever. One way or the other, that son of a Floyd | bitch is going to be sorry. That son of a bitch is going to find out Floyd | just how frosty you can be. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more steamed.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says, "clubfloyd" | ||||
| Jota arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | ||||
| Spinster says, "#clubfloyd text" | ||||
| Guest1 goes home. | Spinster says, "I believe now you can keep working on your paperwork, or leave the room" | |||
| Jota says, "Whoops, missed the start. Good thing I've played before." | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
| Spinster goes home. | Jota says, "(Not sure how much I remember, but if I do remember anything out loud, I'll do it on #cfspoilers.)" | |||
| Marvin buggers off. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | As usual, Benson's corner of the office, is a filthy sty. Files, Floyd | papers, supplies lying around everywhere. You don't know how anyone Floyd | could work in these conditions. A vast bank of filing cabinets stands Floyd | against the west wall, behind Benson's desk. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | That lazy son of a bitch Benson is perched on his precious stool, Floyd | leaning back against the files with his feet up on the desk like Floyd | always. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin arrives, ready to play with the toys. | ||||
| Spinster arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | Spinster says, "ack" | |||
| Marvin asks, "Did I miss anything?" | ||||
| [cfspoilers] * vimes has joined the channel. | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | As usual, Benson's corner of the office, is a filthy sty. Files, Floyd | papers, supplies lying around everywhere. You don't know how anyone Floyd | could work in these conditions. A vast bank of filing cabinets stands Floyd | against the west wall, behind Benson's desk. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | That lazy son of a bitch Benson is perched on his precious stool, Floyd | leaning back against the files with his feet up on the desk like Floyd | always. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "I typed 'e' and then everything went kaplooey." | |||
| Marvin says, "Oh, we went east. Gosh." | ||||
| Spinster says, "I think the others didn't notice they went bloopy yet." | ||||
| Marvin asks, "Hello? Helloooooo?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "back" | ||||
| Spinster says, "Hm" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Who's driving?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a memo, some paperwork, a little white bottle (which Floyd | is closed), a little gray bottle (which is closed), an ink stamp and a Floyd | crumpled dollar bill. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "Nobody really." | |||
| Marvin says, "Last thing that happened, I typed 'E', and we apparently went east." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stamp paperwork" | ||||
Floyd | (with the ink stamp) Floyd | You take a deep breath, raise the ink stamp high over your head, and Floyd | slam it down as hard as you can. Floyd | Floyd | - APPROVED - Floyd | Floyd | Right in the middle, every damn time. It's thrilling, on a sort of Floyd | visceral, primitive level. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "The memo is important" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x memo" | ||||
Floyd | All it says is: "How about a snack?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask Benson about memo" | ||||
Floyd | Benson shrugs. "It didn't come from my desk." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x benson" | ||||
Floyd | Benson is a lazy, ineffectual slob and everyone in the office knows Floyd | it. He's in charge of Records, which puts him slightly below you on Floyd | the totem pole, but it also entitles him to the use of the only stool Floyd | in the office -- and he hogs that thing for all it's worth. He never Floyd | actually uses it to get files. Just parks his pudgy ass on it and Floyd | munches nougat bars all day. Floyd | Floyd | Like your other co-worker Furman, Benson is short and slightly pudgy, Floyd | and wears thick, black-rimmed glasses. Floyd | Floyd | Benson shifts around on his stool, trying to get more comfortable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask Benson about nougat" | ||||
Floyd | "Man, I LOVE those nougat bars!" cries Benson happily. "I could eat Floyd | those things all day long!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x stool" | ||||
Floyd | It's not a very fancy stool, but it's the only place to sit down in Floyd | the entire office. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take glasses" | ||||
Floyd | "Hey," says Benson, jerking his head away. "Keep your hands to Floyd | yourself, will you?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask Benson about stool" | ||||
Floyd | "That's right," Benson says proudly, giving the side of the stool an Floyd | affectionate slap. "She's all mine." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "ask benson about snack" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the snack machine, the nougat bar or the Beechnut Floyd | gum? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "kick stool" | ||||
Floyd | You give the stool a good, hard thump. You thump it again, a bit Floyd | harder this time. Next thing you know, you're pounding on the stool Floyd | again and again for all you're worth -- you stop yourself, feeling a Floyd | bit light-headed. Damn. You hate it when that happens. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster asks, "hah. Bug?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x desk" | ||||
Floyd | It's an ordinary-looking desk. A bit smaller then yours, but everybody Floyd | knows Benson's a lazy imbecile. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "kick benson" | ||||
Floyd | Oh, don't think you wouldn't love to pound Benson's face right through Floyd | the back of his pointy little head. You never would, though, not with Floyd | that bastard Biedermeyer watching your every move. Bide your time, Floyd | though. Stay frosty. His day will come. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "ask benson about snack machine" | ||||
Floyd | "Generous of management, isn't it, to provide us working stiffs with Floyd | that piece of junk, eh?" Benson smirks. "Still, he says, "I sure like Floyd | those nougat bars!" Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We probably need to buy a nougat bar from the snack machine." | |||
| aash29 arrives, ready to play with the toys. | Spinster says, "Something like that" | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | As usual, Benson's corner of the office, is a filthy sty. Files, Floyd | papers, supplies lying around everywhere. You don't know how anyone Floyd | could work in these conditions. A vast bank of filing cabinets stands Floyd | against the west wall, behind Benson's desk. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | That lazy son of a bitch Benson is perched on his precious stool, Floyd | leaning back against the files with his feet up on the desk like Floyd | always. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Since this is the southeast corner of the office, you can only go Floyd | north, west or northwest from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | What few pathetic nods to biological necessity are allowed by the firm Floyd | have been shoved away into the northeast corner. There's a coffee Floyd | maker in the corner, a vending machine against the east wall, and a Floyd | door to the restroom to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine stands there silently. Mocking you. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "But I'd first put the paperwork back in our out-tray" | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are an in-tray (which is empty), an out-tray (which is Floyd | empty) and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "save bluemen1" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to save. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "save" | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "bluemen 1" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "oops" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put paperwork in out-tray" | ||||
Floyd | Seconds after you drop it in, Benson scoots by your desk and whisks it Floyd | away. Floyd | Floyd | The paperwork disappears, and once again that inner serenity builds in Floyd | you. Your anger subsides. Suddenly you realize that this is the Floyd | secret, and it has been all along: Floyd | Floyd | Work really will make you free. Floyd | Floyd | It really is that simple. You've been so foolish, so needlessly Floyd | frustrated all this time. Floyd | Floyd | Furman zooms past again, dropping more papers into your in-tray. But Floyd | it doesn't bother you. Smiling at the memory of your misguided ways, Floyd | and looking forward to the beginning of a new era of goodness, harmony Floyd | and team spirit you slowly raise the ink stamp and think: Floyd | Floyd | I could never find a better job than this, if I spent my whole life Floyd | looking. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have learned to love yourself *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In this game, you have finally managed to love life. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | Spinster says, "Well, go ahead" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | Spinster says, "heheh" | |||
Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine stands there silently. Mocking you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x machine" | ||||
Floyd | Ah, yes, the vending machine. Floyd | Floyd | Like most vending machines, it is essentially a refrigerator-sized box Floyd | with a glass front, behind which can be seen several rows of assorted Floyd | treats. There is a panel of buttons to the side, beneath which is a Floyd | slot for coins, a bill changer for paper money, and a cup for your Floyd | change. Insert your money, make your selection, and your snack drops Floyd | from the appropriate row into the receptacle bin at the bottom of the Floyd | machine. Floyd | Floyd | Simple. Floyd | Floyd | But there is more to this vending machine than only that. Floyd | Floyd | You hate this vending machine. You hate it more than just about Floyd | anything or anyone else in this office. This vending machine was Floyd | designed to hammer home a keen sense of the futility of existence; to Floyd | taunt you with life's possibilities only to forever harass and Floyd | frustrate your every attempt to grasp them. The machine never has Floyd | anything you want. And even if it did, you couldn't buy it because you Floyd | never have any change and the machine will only take mint-condition Floyd | bills crisp enough to scoop bean dip with. And even if, by some Floyd | fantastic stroke of luck, you did have change, and there was something Floyd | remotely edible in the machine that you actually wanted, you'd still Floyd | never be able to get it, because the merchandise invariably gets stuck Floyd | before dropping into the receptacle, and no amount of shaking will Floyd | bring it down unless you happen to be that son of a bitch Benson, who Floyd | somehow always manages to retrieve his disgusting nougat bars with a Floyd | single, insultingly skillful jiggle. Otherwise, forget it. Floyd | Floyd | The machine is your nemesis. Someday -- and you know that day is fast Floyd | approaching, you must destroy it... or it will destroy you. Floyd | Floyd | Benson strolls by and heads straight for the vending machine, ignoring Floyd | you completely. He pops a few coins into the slot and pushes 'A'. Floyd | Floyd | The machine dutifully grinds out another nougat bar, which snags on Floyd | the wire, like always, just before it can drop into the receptacle. Floyd | Floyd | Benson leans his hip against the machine and gives it a deft shove. Floyd | The nougat bar shakes free immediately and drops into the receptacle.. Floyd | Satisfied, he retrieves his prize, digs his change out of the change Floyd | cup, and heads back to his desk, already stuffing the end of the Floyd | nougat bar into his mouth as he goes. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Baf's Guide did warn that the game can end early like that." | |||
| Marvin asks, "Did it warn that the game will suddenly fill the ENTIRE SCREEN WITH TEXT?" | ||||
| Spinster says, "I thought IF people liked wordy" | ||||
| Spinster says, "x snack" | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x snack" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the vending machine or the merchandise? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "merchandise" | ||||
Floyd | There are ten rows behind the Plexiglass front, labeled A through J, Floyd | corresponding to the ten buttons on the side of the machine. Row A Floyd | contains those filthy nougat bars that Benson can't seem to stop Floyd | stuffing down his fat, greedy hole. Every other row contains Beechnut Floyd | gum. That's it. Nothing but Beechnut, Beechnut and Beechnut. Floyd | Floyd | You hate Beechnut. You don't know anyone who doesn't hate Beechnut. Floyd | Even Benson would probably start chewing on Furman's congealed coffee Floyd | grinds before shelling out for a stick of fucking Beechnut... Floyd | Floyd | Hey, wait a minute. Floyd | Floyd | Down at the bottom, in row J, something is glinting. It's a little Floyd | metal key. Second from the front. Right behind a stick of Beechnut. Floyd | Floyd | How the mighty freaking hell did that get in there? Floyd | Floyd | It's part of the joke. That must be it. Benson or Furman or that Floyd | bastard Biedermeyer are sneaking around here somewhere, spying on you Floyd | and laughing their asses off. Floyd | Floyd | You are abruptly seized by an acute desire to get that key, get it no Floyd | matter what the cost, and cram it down some poor joker's throat. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more steamed.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "x key" | ||||
Floyd | It's a little metal key, dangling right behind the first pack of Floyd | Beechnut in row J. Damned if you know what it opens, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| aash29 says (to f), "l under machine" | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | You are currently feeling totally steamed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| aash29 says (to floyd), "l under machine" | ||||
Floyd | Getting down on your hands and knees and peering under the machine, Floyd | you notice that one of the legs is slightly shorter than the other. A Floyd | thin wooden shim has been wedged under the shorter leg, preventing the Floyd | machine from wobbling. Floyd | Floyd | You also see a nickel which must have been dropped here earlier. You Floyd | snooze, you lose, punk-ass, you think to yourself gleefully, pocketing Floyd | the money. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit less steamed.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "put nickel in machine" | ||||
Floyd | The nickel disappears into the slot and rattles down into the guts of Floyd | the machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "press j" | ||||
Floyd | The machine beeps at you -- not enough money! Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more steamed.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Yipes... time to g" | |||
| Limax has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "press change" | ||||
Floyd | You are unable to. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x machine" | ||||
Floyd | Like most vending machines, it is essentially a refrigerator-sized box Floyd | with a glass front, behind which can be seen several rows of assorted Floyd | treats. There is a panel of buttons to the side, beneath which is a Floyd | slot for coins, a bill changer for paper money, and a cup for your Floyd | change. Insert your money, make your selection, and your snack drops Floyd | from the appropriate row into the receptacle bin at the bottom of the Floyd | machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks (of aash29), "How'd you know how to think of look under machine?" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "press a" | ||||
Floyd | (the panel of buttons) Floyd | The machine beeps at you -- not enough money! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| aash29 says (to clubfloyd), "habit of 'looking under'" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bill changer" | ||||
Floyd | It says "Insert bill in any direction," but that is clearly a gross Floyd | misrepresentation of the facts. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "put bill in machine" | ||||
Floyd | (the crumpled dollar bill in the vending machine) Floyd | It isn't enough, sometimes, to simply know that your efforts are Floyd | hopeless; sometimes you really have to watch yourself fail one more Floyd | time -- just to drive the point home. Floyd | Floyd | Carefully, painstakingly, you smooth the crumpled bill as best you Floyd | can, then gently prod one end of it into the bill changer. The Floyd | mechanism inside catches it, drags it in and starts working it over. Floyd | When it finally spits the bill back out with a self-satisfied buzzing Floyd | sound, the dollar looks even more masticated than it did before. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more steamed.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| aash29 says, "habit of 'looking under'" | Spinster says, "Type #cl text" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "get shim" | ||||
Floyd | You pry the shim out from under the vending machine, which wobbles a Floyd | bit as the little wedge pops free. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "I wonder if there's a press we can iron the bill with?" | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x shim" | ||||
Floyd | It's a thin wedge, made of wood. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "push machine" | ||||
Floyd | Violence has never worked on this machine before, but who knows? Floyd | Perhaps today's the day. You set your shoulder against the side of the Floyd | machine and give it a good shove. The vending machine rocks back Floyd | alarmingly, much more than you'd intended, and pauses on the very Floyd | brink of tipping... but doesn't. Floyd | Floyd | You breathe a sigh of relief. Floyd | Floyd | Then it rocks the other way, toward you. And it overbalances. And Floyd | falls. Your struggle to push the 1,500-pound machine back to an Floyd | upright position is vicious but very, very short. Floyd | Floyd | Stay frosty, you think desperately, stay frosty, stay frosty, just Floyd | stay fr-- Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** The machine has won *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In this game, you have only managed to get yourself totally steamed. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | grim says, "bows" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | grim bows, even | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pick up machine" | ||||
Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "Pick Up The Snack Machine And Die" | |||
| Jota says (to Floyd), "pull machine" | ||||
Floyd | You are unable to. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "jiggle machine" | ||||
Floyd | Violence has never worked on this machine before, but who knows? Floyd | Perhaps today's the day. You set your shoulder against the side of the Floyd | machine and give it a good shove. The vending machine rocks back Floyd | alarmingly, much more than you'd intended, and pauses on the very Floyd | brink of tipping... but doesn't. Floyd | Floyd | You breathe a sigh of relief. Floyd | Floyd | Then it rocks the other way, toward you. And it overbalances. And Floyd | falls. Your struggle to push the 1,500-pound machine back to an Floyd | upright position is vicious but very, very short. Floyd | Floyd | Stay frosty, you think desperately, stay frosty, stay frosty, just Floyd | stay fr-- Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** The machine has won *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In this game, you have only managed to get yourself totally steamed. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| plchoristers arrives, full of fun and funk. | Spinster says, "z" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | | grim asks, "can we kill the other guy now then?" | |||
Floyd | > | Spinster says, "hrrrr" | |||
| Marvin says, "Are you trying to kill..." | ||||
| Spinster says, "yes :3" | ||||
| DavidW asks (of Spinster), "uh, what are you doing?" | ||||
| grim says, "not really, but he hits the machine to get his bar" | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | What few pathetic nods to biological necessity are allowed by the firm Floyd | have been shoved away into the northeast corner. There's a coffee Floyd | maker in the corner, a vending machine against the east wall, and a Floyd | door to the restroom to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine stands there silently. Mocking you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x coffee maker" | ||||
Floyd | A simple device: push the black button on top, and it pisses a cupful Floyd | of tepid nastiness into the little dispenser beneath. Not that you'd Floyd | want it to. Furman's the only one who'll drink the revolting stuff. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says (to DavidW), "Hoping the guy comes back to push the machine." | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "save" | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "bluemen2" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | grim says, "might have to make him do that" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The restroom door wheezes shut behind you as you pass through. Floyd | Predictably, the smoke detector goes off as soon as you walk through Floyd | the door, cutting through your skull like a dull bone saw. Floyd | Floyd | Restroom Floyd | Every wall, fixture and counter surface in this restroom is painted an Floyd | intolerably bright, eye-bending nuclear orange. The reasoning behind Floyd | this choice of decor is unclear -- perhaps the hope is that someone Floyd | who is tense enough to crack walnuts with his ass cheeks isn't going Floyd | to be spending lots of time on a toilet seat. Anyway, there's a sink Floyd | and mirror in the north wall, and a stall to the east. Or you could Floyd | just leave to the south. Floyd | Floyd | The plastic smoke detector is stuck to the center of the ceiling like Floyd | a crazy orange limpet. Floyd | Floyd | The fire extinguisher is sitting in its usual corner, gathering dust. Floyd | Floyd | The smoke detector is still shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jota asks (of Spinster), "Have you played before?" | |||
| Spinster says, "A while ago" | ||||
| Jota says, "You'll want to be really careful not to accidentally give anything away, then." | ||||
| Spinster says, "Okey dokey." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I've seen no evidence that Benson's part of a daemon cycle." | ||||
| Spinster says, "Also, I went the wrong way" | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "x detector" | ||||
Floyd | That piece of crap hasn't detected so much as a bugfart since the day Floyd | they installed it. It only (and always) goes off whenever someone Floyd | actually enters the bathroom, letting forth with a piercing shriek Floyd | high enough to break up kidney stones. A further deterrent for anyone Floyd | too comatose to be bothered by the paint, probably. Floyd | Floyd | That whine is killing you. Your head feels like it's trying to give Floyd | birth to a crazed, pecking kiwi-bird. It's no good, you can't stay Floyd | frosty here; desperately, half-blind from the swirling orange Floyd | holocaust pressing in on you from all sides, you lurch to the door and Floyd | stumble out into the office. Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine stands there silently. Mocking you. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more steamed.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are a half-eaten nougat bar and some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | That lazy son of a bitch Benson is perched on his precious stool, Floyd | leaning back against the files with his feet up on the desk like Floyd | always. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take bar" | ||||
Floyd | "Hey!" snaps Benson. "Keep your hands off the nougat, buddy!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x papers" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the scattered papers or the paperwork? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x scattered papers" | ||||
Floyd | Benson habitually keeps his papers in a state of hopeless mess, Floyd | scattered all over his desk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cabinets" | ||||
Floyd | The filing cabinets cover the entire east wall. Their drawers are Floyd | perpetually closed. You've never even seen Benson go into them; then Floyd | again, you've never handed him a stamped request form, either. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "read scattered papers" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the scattered papers) Floyd | You've got enough papers to push on your own desk without pushing any Floyd | of Benson's. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are an in-tray (which is empty), an out-tray (which is Floyd | empty) and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Furman's Corner Floyd | The northwest corner is Furman's area. Everything is tucked away and Floyd | tidy, which is exactly how that obsessive freak likes it. The Floyd | photocopier squats over by the west wall, and a short corridor to the Floyd | north leads to that bastard Biedermeyer's office. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are a microfiche reader and a file request form. Floyd | Floyd | Furman's jacket is hanging neatly up on its hook, just like always. Floyd | Floyd | Furman himself is hunched over his precious microfiche reader, Floyd | ignoring you completely. Floyd | Floyd | > | grim asks, "what's in the filing cabinets?" | |||
| DavidW says, "A distraction." | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "ask furman about memo" | ||||
Floyd | Furman frowns. "If you got a memo, it didn't come through me. And I Floyd | refuse to believe that Biedermeyer would have sent you a message Floyd | personally. Which means the memo is most likely unauthorized." He Floyd | turns away from you with a sniff. "If I were you, I'd take it straight Floyd | to Biedermeyer. I won't have anything to do with it." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "x jacket" | ||||
Floyd | Neat, creased and free of lint. It's enough to make you sick. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "x form" | ||||
Floyd | Benson won't let anyone check out files unless they hand him a stamped Floyd | file request form. Of course, you're not authorized to keep forms on Floyd | your own desk -- you're forced to beg them off that son of a bitch Floyd | Furman. This one, however, might be free for the taking, if Furman Floyd | doesn't catch you. It looks like this one's already been filled out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "get form" | ||||
Floyd | You deftly swipe the file request form from Furman's desk. He's so Floyd | absorbed with his reader, he doesn't even notice. Serves him right, if Floyd | he gets in trouble for losing it. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit less steamed.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "read form" | ||||
Floyd | Benson won't let anyone check out files unless they hand him a stamped Floyd | file request form. Of course, you're not authorized to keep forms on Floyd | your own desk -- you're forced to beg them off that son of a bitch Floyd | Furman. Or steal them, as the case may be. It looks like this one's Floyd | already been filled out. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We can probably steal the bar or stool when Benson's filing the form. After we stamp it, of course." | |||
| grim says (to floyd), "stamp form" | ||||
Floyd | (with the ink stamp) Floyd | Carefully, you stamp the form right over the signature blank, pressing Floyd | down good and hard to make it dark. If Benson doesn't look to closely, Floyd | he'll never notice that Furman hasn't authorized it. Floyd | Floyd | > | grim asks, "is that too much me?" | |||
| DavidW says, "no. Go ahead." | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are a half-eaten nougat bar and some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | That lazy son of a bitch Benson is perched on his precious stool, Floyd | leaning back against the files with his feet up on the desk like Floyd | always. Floyd | Floyd | Someone taps you on the shoulder. You turn around, and are startled to Floyd | find that son of a bitch Furman away from his desk. Floyd | Floyd | "Excuse me," he says in his most irritated voice, "I was looking for Floyd | that." He plucks the file request form from your hand. "It's my last Floyd | one, and anyway you aren't authorized to use them." Floyd | Floyd | He sort of sniffs at you, then turns around and minces back to his Floyd | desk. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more steamed.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Since this is the southeast corner of the office, you can only go Floyd | north, west or northwest from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ack. We lost the darn form." | |||
| grim says, "mmm" | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x bar" | ||||
Floyd | It's disgusting; Benson's been gnawing on it for God knows how long, Floyd | and the end is all soft and melted and covered with Benson's slobber. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We could try giving/showing the memo to Biedmeyer or whoever it is." | |||
| grim says (to floyd), "eat bar" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the half-eaten nougat bar) Floyd | "Hey!" snaps Benson. "Keep your hands off the nougat, buddy!" Floyd | Floyd | Benson takes another bite of his nougat bar and sets it back on his Floyd | desk, ruminating thoughtfully. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "nw. n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Furman's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are a file request form and a microfiche reader. Floyd | Floyd | Furman's jacket is hanging neatly up on its hook, just like always. Floyd | Floyd | Furman himself is hunched over his precious microfiche reader, Floyd | ignoring you completely. Floyd | Floyd | Short Corridor Floyd | This short, empty corridor connects the main office area, to the Floyd | south, with Biedermeyer's office, to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The door to Biedermeyer's office is closed. Floyd | Floyd | A shiver runs up your back. You never come here. No one ever comes Floyd | here. You are finding it decidedly difficult to stay frosty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't, since the door to Biedermeyer's office is in the way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "knock" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to knock? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "knock on door" | ||||
Floyd | Timidly, you knock on the door. No one answers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "knock on door" | ||||
Floyd | Timidly, you knock on the door. No one answers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "kick door" | ||||
Floyd | You wouldn't dare. Your knuckles seem to curdle at the very thought. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Furman's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are a file request form and a microfiche reader. Floyd | Floyd | Furman's jacket is hanging neatly up on its hook, just like always. Floyd | Floyd | Furman himself is hunched over his precious microfiche reader, Floyd | ignoring you completely. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "There you go" | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x form" | ||||
Floyd | Benson won't let anyone check out files unless they hand him a stamped Floyd | file request form. Of course, you're not authorized to keep forms on Floyd | your own desk -- you're forced to beg them off that son of a bitch Floyd | Furman. Or steal them, as the case may be. It looks like this one's Floyd | already been filled out. It's even been stamped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "look in jacket" | ||||
Floyd | "Excuse me," Furman says, waving you off, "please don't touch my Floyd | clothes." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take form" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "x reader" | ||||
Floyd | Furman loves that reader; it's like his special toy. He never lets Floyd | anyone else touch it -- says it's "too complicated," though it can't Floyd | be that difficult if a terminal moron like Furman can operate it. Floyd | Anyway, the only controls are a toggle switch and a small button. Floyd | The microfiche reader is currently switched on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are a half-eaten nougat bar and some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | That lazy son of a bitch Benson is perched on his precious stool, Floyd | leaning back against the files with his feet up on the desk like Floyd | always. Floyd | Floyd | Someone taps you on the shoulder. You turn around, and are startled to Floyd | find that son of a bitch Furman away from his desk. Floyd | Floyd | "Excuse me," he says in his most irritated voice, "I was looking for Floyd | that." He plucks the file request form from your hand. "It's my last Floyd | one, and anyway you aren't authorized to use them." Floyd | Floyd | He sort of sniffs at you, then turns around and minces back to his Floyd | desk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x furman" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Furman's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are a file request form and a microfiche reader. Floyd | Floyd | Furman's jacket is hanging neatly up on its hook, just like always. Floyd | Floyd | Furman himself is hunched over his precious microfiche reader, Floyd | ignoring you completely. Floyd | Floyd | Furman whirs through some more text on the microfiche reader. He makes Floyd | some clicking noises with his tongue, and scribbles down a few notes. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "Let's keep doing that and maybe it'll work" | |||
| DavidW says, "Obviously it won't work." | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "turn off reader" | ||||
Floyd | "Hands off," snaps Furman, slapping your hand away. "This is a Floyd | delicate piece of equipment." Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Well, I thought maybe you had a limited time or something." | |||
| grim says (to floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are an in-tray (which is empty), an out-tray (which is Floyd | empty) and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "No, I think it's cued to entering Benson's office with it." | |||
| grim says (to floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine stands there silently. Mocking you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| aash29 says (to floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a wooden shim, a memo, some paperwork, a little white Floyd | bottle (which is closed), a little gray bottle (which is closed), an Floyd | ink stamp and a crumpled dollar bill. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | What few pathetic nods to biological necessity are allowed by the firm Floyd | have been shoved away into the northeast corner. There's a coffee Floyd | maker in the corner, a vending machine against the east wall, and a Floyd | door to the restroom to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine stands there silently. Mocking you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Yeah, probably." | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x coffee" | ||||
Floyd | A simple device: push the black button on top, and it pisses a cupful Floyd | of tepid nastiness into the little dispenser beneath. Not that you'd Floyd | want it to. Furman's the only one who'll drink the revolting stuff. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "press button" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the black button or the panel of buttons? Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I would guess we need to keep Furman occupied while delivering the form." | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "press black button" | ||||
Floyd | The coffee maker shudders as though straining to pass a gallstone, and Floyd | after a moment a plastic cup drops into its small dispenser. Then, Floyd | with a horrible, thick gurgling sound, it spews a generous amount of Floyd | terrible-smelling coffee into the cup. Voila; your swill is served. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| aash29 says (to floyd), "x gray bottle" | ||||
Floyd | The bottles are where you keep your pills. Your pills are extremely Floyd | important; sometimes, they're the only way you can stay frosty around Floyd | here. One bottle contains your headache pills, the other your sleeping Floyd | pills. Unfortunately, you've spent so much time gripping and squeezing Floyd | and twisting the child-proof caps that the labels have long since Floyd | rubbed away, and now you can never remember which is which. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "get coffee" | ||||
Floyd | (the nasty coffee) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Oh, hey." | |||
| DavidW says, "oh right. Sleeping pill in Furman's coffee." | ||||
| Marvin says, "Pills, coffee." | ||||
| grim asks, "which pill's which?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Now we just need.. yeah." | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "open white bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You open the little white bottle, revealing some gray pills. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take gray pill" | ||||
Floyd | You toss one into your mouth and swallow it dry. It scrapes down your Floyd | throat like a chunk of gravel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "put gray pill in cofee" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "put gray pill in coffee" | ||||
Floyd | You drop one of the gray pills into the coffee, where it instantly Floyd | dissolves into the murky depths. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are an in-tray (which is empty), an out-tray (which is Floyd | empty) and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Furman's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are a file request form and a microfiche reader. Floyd | Floyd | Furman's jacket is hanging neatly up on its hook, just like always. Floyd | Floyd | Furman himself is hunched over his precious microfiche reader, Floyd | ignoring you completely. Floyd | Floyd | Furman whirs through some more text on the microfiche reader. "Oh, ho Floyd | ho," he chortles. He winks disgustingly at you and lays his finger Floyd | alongside his nose. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "give coffee to furman" | ||||
Floyd | "Hey, thanks," Furman says, hardly even glancing at you. He swills Floyd | down some coffee, wipes his chin with the back of his hand, puts the Floyd | cup on his desk and turns back to his microfiche. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | Furman takes another sip of coffee, his eyes never leaving the Floyd | microfiche screen. Floyd | Floyd | > | grim asks, "why not put both pills in the coffee?" | |||
| DavidW asks, "Furman as 'Santa'?" | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x coffee" | ||||
Floyd | The coffee is thick and sludgy looking, with a thin, oily film Floyd | skimming the surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "ho ho and finger alongside?" | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "open gray bottle" | ||||
Floyd | You open the little gray bottle, revealing some white pills. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "put white pill in coffee" | ||||
Floyd | You drop one of the white pills into the coffee, where it instantly Floyd | dissolves into the murky depths. Furman, absorbed with his microfiche Floyd | reader, doesn't even notice. Floyd | Floyd | Furman takes another sip of coffee, his eyes never leaving the Floyd | microfiche screen. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "Now he'll be sleepy and free of headaches" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | Furman whirs through some more text on the microfiche reader. "Hmm," Floyd | he mutters, "very interesting..." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| aash29 says (to floyd), "open grey bottle" | ||||
Floyd | That's already open. Floyd | Floyd | Furman leans back from the microfiche, rubs his eyes and lets forth a Floyd | jaw-cracking yawn. "Man, am I beat," he says, and then pitches Floyd | headfirst across his desk like a pole-axed buffalo. Floyd | Floyd | Clearly, your pharmacopeial cocktail must have shagged him -- the Floyd | whites are obviously the sleeping pills. Potent ones, by the look of Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "get form" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "look in jacket" | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing. Not even a molecule of pocket lint. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are a half-eaten nougat bar and some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | That lazy son of a bitch Benson is perched on his precious stool, Floyd | leaning back against the files with his feet up on the desk like Floyd | always. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "give form to benson" | ||||
Floyd | Benson takes the file request form, squints at it, turns it Floyd | upside-down, then looks you over suspiciously. He checks the form Floyd | again. He scratches his head. Floyd | Floyd | "Well," he says finally, "all right... but try to stamp it closer to Floyd | the edge next time, will you?" Floyd | Floyd | He turns his back to you and starts digging through the file cabinets. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "give form to benson" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take bar" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stool" | ||||
Floyd | "Take a hike," snaps Benson. "I need this stool to reach the high Floyd | files. You want one, get your own." Floyd | Floyd | Benson turns back to you, shaking his head. "I can't find that file Floyd | anywhere -- hey!" He leans over and snatches the sticky nougat bar Floyd | from you. "Get your own, if you're that hungry!" Floyd | Floyd | Benson stretches his arms noisily. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit less frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "eat bar" | ||||
Floyd | You take a deep breath and scarf down the nougat bar. Almost Floyd | immediately you begin to gag -- the stuff is essentially nothing but Floyd | sawdust and cushion stuffing coated with a thin layer of brown, edible Floyd | paste. But you force it down anyway, gobbling the whole thing in a Floyd | matter of seconds. Floyd | Floyd | Benson turns back to you, shaking his head. "I can't find that file Floyd | anywhere in our archives," he says. "Sorry." Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit less frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "ugh. Why eat it?" | |||
| Marvin says, "So he can't take it back." | ||||
| DavidW says, "But, that's not why we wanted it." | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine stands there silently. Mocking you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin asks, "Why did we want it?" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | Benson strolls by and heads straight for the vending machine, ignoring Floyd | you completely. He pops a few coins into the slot and pushes 'A'. Floyd | Floyd | The machine dutifully grinds out another nougat bar, which snags on Floyd | the wire, like always, just before it can drop into the receptacle. Floyd | Floyd | Benson leans his hip against the machine and gives it a deft shove. Floyd | The machine rocks back alarmingly, comes forward again, overbalances Floyd | and tips over. Benson never even sees it coming. Glass breaks, Floyd | Beechnut flies everywhere, and the machine, which weighs in excess of Floyd | 1,500 pounds, crushes the hapless son of a bitch before he can even Floyd | squawk for help. Floyd | Floyd | Satisfying; very satisfying. Looks like Benson and the machine both Floyd | got what was coming to them. By pitting your enemies against one Floyd | another, you've come out on top. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "Because of that" | |||
| DavidW says, "well, I don't ... oh. That works." | ||||
| aash29 says, "#clubfloyd yay" | Marvin says, "Right, he wouldn't have come to the machine if he could just take the bar back." | |||
| Spinster says, "Turn off autosay" | DavidW asks, "Of course, we didn't key the key ... or can we now?" | |||
| grim says (to floyd), "get key" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "yay" | |||
| grim says, "glass broken" | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "get nickel" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x machine" | ||||
Floyd | The machine is lying face down, its innards smashed and scattered Floyd | across the floor. A ragged hole has been hacked into the back of the Floyd | machine like some sort of crude, mechanical nephrectomy scar, Floyd | providing access to the inner workings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x workings" | ||||
Floyd | It's a lot of mechanical stuff, mostly beyond you. Anyway, it never Floyd | worked right when it was intact, so why should it be of any use now? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x benson" | ||||
Floyd | Benson is finished; the heavy vending machine squashed him like bug Floyd | under a brick. He lies face up and spread-eagled, half-under the Floyd | vending machine, his glasses slightly askew. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "I hope the nickel wasn't needed" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take glasses" | ||||
Floyd | Gingerly you tug at the glasses, but they don't seem to want to come Floyd | off. Looking closely, you see that this is because they seem to be Floyd | attached directly to Benson's flesh, right behind the ears. Floyd | Floyd | Pulling a little harder, you notice that the skin is in fact giving a Floyd | little bit, pulling away from Benson's head like the edge of a rubber Floyd | mask. And underneath the edge of skin, you can see... Floyd | Floyd | ... you can see something blue. Floyd | Floyd | At that precise moment, Biedermeyer walks up behind you. Floyd | Floyd | "Ah, thank you, but there's no need to mess with that," he says. Floyd | Instinctively you jerk your hand away from the glasses and drop your Floyd | gaze to the floor. Floyd | Floyd | "I know you want to help and all but, well... you know how it is. Floyd | Everything's fine here, everything's under control," says Biedermeyer Floyd | awkwardly. "Your concern is appreciated, but there's, uh, there's Floyd | really nothing more you can do." Effortlessly, he lifts the vending Floyd | machine with one hand and pulls Benson's corpse out from under it with Floyd | the other. "Go ahead and get on back to work now. Thank you." And he Floyd | hauls off Benson as casually as if he had just cleaned up a spilled Floyd | soda. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit less frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Man, I just killed some poor bastard." | |||
| Marvin says, "Oh..." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Benson is *blue* under his skin?!?!?" | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "save" | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "bluemen3" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | You are currently feeling totally frosty. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "I'm thinking of something blue... something blue. Something bluuue." | |||
| DavidW says, "I guess we can score the stool now. fwiw" | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | You can see the stool here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take stool" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read scattered" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the scattered papers) Floyd | You've got enough papers to push on your own desk without pushing any Floyd | of Benson's. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x archives" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search scattered" | ||||
Floyd | You gingerly lift up a couple of sheets of paper, and discover a pair Floyd | of scissors underneath. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are an in-tray (which is empty), an out-tray (which is Floyd | empty) and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are a pair of scissors and some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take scissors" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "waait loot" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x cabinets" | ||||
Floyd | The filing cabinets cover the entire east wall. Their drawers are Floyd | perpetually closed. You've never even seen Benson go into them; then Floyd | again, you've never handed him a stamped request form, either. Floyd | Floyd | Well, except for today, anyway. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Yeah, sorry." | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "search cabinets" | ||||
Floyd | Eagerly, you pull open a drawer and start riffling through the manila Floyd | folders inside, but all the folders in that drawer are empty. You slam Floyd | the drawer shut and open another one. Those folders are empty, too. Floyd | Drawer after drawer, each filled with manila folders, each manila Floyd | folder blank and empty. These worthless filing cabinets have nothing Floyd | in them, nothing in them at all. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit less frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "I'm just wondering if we can get anything from the reader." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open drawer" | ||||
Floyd | It's just empty folders. All of it. There's absolutely nothing in Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x desk" | ||||
Floyd | It's an ordinary-looking desk. A bit smaller then yours, but everybody Floyd | knows Benson's a lazy imbecile. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under desk" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "OK, go ahead" | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are an in-tray (which is empty), an out-tray (which is Floyd | empty) and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x scissors" | ||||
Floyd | They're blunt scissors. They only let you use blunt scissors here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Furman's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are Furman, a plastic cup (in which is some nasty coffee) Floyd | and a microfiche reader. Floyd | Floyd | Furman's jacket is hanging neatly up on its hook, just like always. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x reader" | ||||
Floyd | Furman loves that reader; it's like his special toy. He never lets Floyd | anyone else touch it -- says it's "too complicated," though it can't Floyd | be that difficult if a terminal moron like Furman can operate it. Floyd | Anyway, the only controls are a toggle switch and a small button. Floyd | The microfiche reader is currently switched on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x furman" | ||||
Floyd | Furman is sprawled across his desk, totally gone. His glasses seem to Floyd | have gone crooked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take glasses" | ||||
Floyd | Time to get to the bottom of this, goddammit -- you give the glasses a Floyd | determined yank, stripping away a large swatch of Furman's face along Floyd | with it. Floyd | Floyd | The head underneath is small and perfectly round, like a shot-put Floyd | ball. The skin is a uniform, creamy, day-dreamy blue. And the eyes... Floyd | Floyd | Good jesus god almighty the eyes-- Floyd | Floyd | "Go back to your desk now," Biedermeyer says brusquely, stepping Floyd | between you and the body. He slips the glasses from your numb fingers. Floyd | "There's work to be done." Floyd | Floyd | You turn away, stomach heaving, as that bastard Biedermeyer bundles Floyd | away the body. When you finally look back, both Biedermeyer and Furman Floyd | are gone. As if nothing had ever happened. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit less frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x toggle" | ||||
Floyd | It's a simple toggle switch with a symbol at either end, like this: Floyd | Floyd | O Floyd | ! Floyd | X Floyd | Floyd | The switch is currently pointing toward 'O'. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x jacket" | ||||
Floyd | Neat, creased and free of lint. It's enough to make you sick. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "search it" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing. Not even a molecule of pocket lint. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take it" | ||||
Floyd | You pull Furman's jacket down, leaving the empty hanger dangling on Floyd | the hook. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "get hanger" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take hook" | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "push button" | ||||
Floyd | That's fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | (the big green button) Floyd | The machine beeps at you; it won't copy anything unless there's Floyd | something on the glass. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "Mine mine all mine" | |||
| Marvin says, "Heh." | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x reader" | ||||
Floyd | Furman loves that reader; it's like his special toy. He never lets Floyd | anyone else touch it -- says it's "too complicated," though it can't Floyd | be that difficult if a terminal moron like Furman can operate it. Floyd | Anyway, the only controls are a toggle switch and a small button. Floyd | The microfiche reader is currently switched on. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Photocopy the bill." | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "look in reader" | ||||
Floyd | Finally! A peek at Furman's precious little secrets... Floyd | Floyd | What the hell...?! Floyd | Floyd | The screen is filled with nothing but line after line of scrambled Floyd | mumbo-jumbo. There's nothing to this piece-of-crap microfiche reader Floyd | at all. That son of a bitch Furman's been playing you for a sucker Floyd | this whole time! Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more steamed.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x small button" | ||||
Floyd | It's a simple button, labeled with a symbol like this: Floyd | Floyd | >> Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "push it" | ||||
Floyd | The text scrolls past in a bright blur. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Good plan." | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x machine" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the microfiche reader or the photocopier? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "put bill in photocopier" | ||||
Floyd | The photocopier isn't open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x photocopier" | ||||
Floyd | The photocopier is a hulking technological monstrosity that you've Floyd | never been able to satisfactorily figure out. It's got about fourteen Floyd | billion buttons on it and the only one you know how to use is the big Floyd | green one marked 'COPY'. There's also a lid on top (paper goes in), Floyd | and a small hopper off to one side (paper comes out). That's as Floyd | familiar as you've ever cared to (or are ever likely to) get with this Floyd | thing. Floyd | Floyd | Currently, the lid is closed and the hopper is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "I've got to mow my lawn. later all" | |||
| Ellison has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "open photocopier" | ||||
Floyd | You open the copier. There is nothing on the glass. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "put bill in photocopier" | ||||
Floyd | You put the crumpled dollar bill on the glass. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "press button" | ||||
Floyd | (the big green button) Floyd | The machine beeps at you; it won't copy anything unless you close the Floyd | lid first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close lid" | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "close lid" | ||||
Floyd | You close the photocopier. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | That's already closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "press button" | ||||
Floyd | (the big green button) Floyd | The copier vibrates ominously as its inner workings begin to churn. A Floyd | ghastly light seeps out from under the edges of the lid, there is a Floyd | terrible noise like a wet canvas being sucked through a mail slot... Floyd | Floyd | ... and a copy of the dollar bill drops out the other side and lands Floyd | in the hopper. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Although maybe we should have done this earlier." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open lid" | ||||
Floyd | You open the copier. On the glass is the original crumpled dollar Floyd | bill. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bill" | ||||
Floyd | (the original crumpled dollar bill) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x copy" | ||||
Floyd | (the big green button) Floyd | Big, green and friendly. You can't go wrong with 'COPY'. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take copy" | ||||
Floyd | (the big green button) Floyd | That's fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x copy of the dollar bill" | ||||
Floyd | It's a reasonable facsimile of a dollar bill, although it's not going Floyd | to fool anybody as long as it's just a picture of a dollar bill in the Floyd | middle of an eight and a half by eleven inch sheet of paper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "cut copy of the dollar bill with scissors" | ||||
Floyd | Carefully, you cut the excess paper from around the image of the Floyd | dollar bill. The end product is a little ragged around the edges, but Floyd | otherwise not too shabby. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit less steamed.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Oh, right, scissors." | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | If you feel like visiting that bastard Biedermeyer, you can go north; Floyd | otherwise you can wander around the rest of the office to the east, Floyd | south or southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "yup" | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine is lying face down and smashed amidst a pile of Floyd | nougat bars and Beechnut gum. Floyd | Floyd | There's a ragged hole hacked into the east wall, where the vending Floyd | machine used to stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Do we still need change, though?" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "put dollar bill in machine" | ||||
Floyd | Why bother? Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Also, a whole in the east wall" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "put copy of dollar bill in machine" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying the original crumpled dollar bill, a hanger, Furman's Floyd | jacket, a pair of scissors, the stool, a shiny key, a wooden shim, a Floyd | memo, some paperwork, a little white bottle (which is open), inside Floyd | which are some gray pills, a little gray bottle (which is open), Floyd | inside which are some white pills and an ink stamp. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to Martin), "oho" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "look in hole" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the hole in the wall or the broken vending machine? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "look in hole in the wall" | ||||
Floyd | You hunker down and peer into the hole. It appears to go all the way Floyd | through the wall, but you can't see anything but empty darkness on the Floyd | other side. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can go north to the restroom if you want, though you might want to Floyd | save yourself some agony and just drive something sharp into your Floyd | bladder, instead. Otherwise, there's west, southwest or south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "enter hole" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the hole in the wall or the broken vending machine? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "wall" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Just go east" | |||
| Marvin says, "I did." | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can go north to the restroom if you want, though you might want to Floyd | save yourself some agony and just drive something sharp into your Floyd | bladder, instead. Otherwise, there's west, southwest or south. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "yep" | |||
| DavidW says, "hm" | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x hole in wall" | ||||
Floyd | It's about six inches across, just big enough to put your fist Floyd | through. It's in roughly the same place that the hole in the vending Floyd | machine would be, if the vending machine were still standing against Floyd | the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "reach in hole in wall" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in machine" | ||||
Floyd | Peering into the machine, you can see the bent and shattered inner Floyd | mechanisms, but not much else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bill changer" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the original Floyd | crumpled dollar bill. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x changer" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "pot" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x pot" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x machine" | ||||
Floyd | The machine is lying face down, its innards smashed and scattered Floyd | across the floor. A ragged hole has been hacked into the back of the Floyd | machine like some sort of crude, mechanical nephrectomy scar, Floyd | providing access to the inner workings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x inner workings" | ||||
Floyd | It's a lot of mechanical stuff, mostly beyond you. Anyway, it never Floyd | worked right when it was intact, so why should it be of any use now? Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "We could try the restroom" | |||
| DavidW says, "Or use the key for B's room." | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "look in hole" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the hole in the wall or the broken vending machine? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "look in hole in wall" | ||||
Floyd | You hunker down and peer into the hole. It appears to go all the way Floyd | through the wall, but you can't see anything but empty darkness on the Floyd | other side. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unfold hanger" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "go ahead" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "straighten hanger" | ||||
Floyd | The hanger doesn't really need it so much. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The restroom door wheezes shut behind you as you pass through. Floyd | Predictably, the smoke detector goes off as soon as you walk through Floyd | the door, cutting through your skull like a dull bone saw. Floyd | Floyd | Restroom Floyd | Floyd | The plastic smoke detector is stuck to the center of the ceiling like Floyd | a crazy orange limpet. Floyd | Floyd | The fire extinguisher is sitting in its usual corner, gathering dust. Floyd | Floyd | The smoke detector is still shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x hanger" | ||||
Floyd | It's a hanger. Big deal. Floyd | Floyd | That whine is killing you. Your head feels like it's trying to give Floyd | birth to a crazed, pecking kiwi-bird. It's no good, you can't stay Floyd | frosty here; desperately, half-blind from the swirling orange Floyd | holocaust pressing in on you from all sides, you lurch to the door and Floyd | stumble out into the office. Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine is lying face down and smashed amidst a pile of Floyd | nougat bars and Beechnut gum. Floyd | Floyd | There's a ragged hole hacked into the east wall, where the vending Floyd | machine used to stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "oops" | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The restroom door wheezes shut behind you as you pass through. Floyd | Predictably, the smoke detector goes off as soon as you walk through Floyd | the door, cutting through your skull like a dull bone saw. Floyd | Floyd | Restroom Floyd | Floyd | The plastic smoke detector is stuck to the center of the ceiling like Floyd | a crazy orange limpet. Floyd | Floyd | The fire extinguisher is sitting in its usual corner, gathering dust. Floyd | Floyd | The smoke detector is still shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Nougat earplugs?" | |||
| grim says (to floyd), "get fire extinguisher" | ||||
Floyd | Grunting, you pick up the heavy fire extinguisher, hefting it once or Floyd | twice to get your grip. Floyd | Floyd | That whine is killing you. Your head feels like it's trying to give Floyd | birth to a crazed, pecking kiwi-bird. It's no good, you can't stay Floyd | frosty here; desperately, half-blind from the swirling orange Floyd | holocaust pressing in on you from all sides, you lurch to the door and Floyd | stumble out into the office. Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine is lying face down and smashed amidst a pile of Floyd | nougat bars and Beechnut gum. Floyd | Floyd | There's a ragged hole hacked into the east wall, where the vending Floyd | machine used to stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | grim says, "oh hang on" | |||
| grim says, "stand on stool" | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "n, drop stool" | Marvin says, "Aha." | |||
Floyd | The restroom door wheezes shut behind you as you pass through. Floyd | Predictably, the smoke detector goes off as soon as you walk through Floyd | the door, cutting through your skull like a dull bone saw. Floyd | Floyd | Restroom Floyd | Floyd | The plastic smoke detector is stuck to the center of the ceiling like Floyd | a crazy orange limpet. Floyd | Floyd | The smoke detector is still shrieking. Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | That whine is killing you. Your head feels like it's trying to give Floyd | birth to a crazed, pecking kiwi-bird. It's no good, you can't stay Floyd | frosty here; desperately, half-blind from the swirling orange Floyd | holocaust pressing in on you from all sides, you lurch to the door and Floyd | stumble out into the office. Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine is lying face down and smashed amidst a pile of Floyd | nougat bars and Beechnut gum. Floyd | Floyd | There's a ragged hole hacked into the east wall, where the vending Floyd | machine used to stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n, stand on stool" | ||||
Floyd | The restroom door wheezes shut behind you as you pass through. Floyd | Predictably, the smoke detector goes off as soon as you walk through Floyd | the door, cutting through your skull like a dull bone saw. Floyd | Floyd | Restroom Floyd | Floyd | The plastic smoke detector is stuck to the center of the ceiling like Floyd | a crazy orange limpet. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see the stool here. Floyd | Floyd | The smoke detector is still shrieking. Floyd | You get onto the stool. Floyd | Floyd | That whine is killing you. Your head feels like it's trying to give Floyd | birth to a crazed, pecking kiwi-bird. It's no good, you can't stay Floyd | frosty here; desperately, half-blind from the swirling orange Floyd | holocaust pressing in on you from all sides, you lurch to the door and Floyd | stumble out into the office. Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine is lying face down and smashed amidst a pile of Floyd | nougat bars and Beechnut gum. Floyd | Floyd | There's a ragged hole hacked into the east wall, where the vending Floyd | machine used to stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The headache pills might help" | |||
| DavidW says, "The grey ones" | ||||
| Marvin says, "Don't have enough time." | ||||
| Marvin says, "Oh, yeah." | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "save" | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "bluemen4" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take gray pill" | ||||
Floyd | You toss one into your mouth and swallow it dry. It scrapes down your Floyd | throat like a chunk of gravel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The restroom door wheezes shut behind you as you pass through. Floyd | Predictably, the smoke detector goes off as soon as you walk through Floyd | the door, cutting through your skull like a dull bone saw. Floyd | Floyd | Restroom Floyd | Floyd | The plastic smoke detector is stuck to the center of the ceiling like Floyd | a crazy orange limpet. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see the stool here. Floyd | Floyd | The smoke detector is still shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "stand on stool" | ||||
Floyd | You get onto the stool. Floyd | Floyd | That whine is killing you. Your head feels like it's trying to give Floyd | birth to a crazed, pecking kiwi-bird. It's no good, you can't stay Floyd | frosty here; desperately, half-blind from the swirling orange Floyd | holocaust pressing in on you from all sides, you lurch to the door and Floyd | stumble out into the office. Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine is lying face down and smashed amidst a pile of Floyd | nougat bars and Beechnut gum. Floyd | Floyd | There's a ragged hole hacked into the east wall, where the vending Floyd | machine used to stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| aash29 says (to floyd), "open z" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take gum" | ||||
Floyd | What the hell for? It's worthless garbage. Let that bastard Floyd | Biedermeyer clean it up, if he wants. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| aash29 says (to floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | Hmm. A vaguely pleasant tingling sensation is crawling up your scalp Floyd | from the base of your skull. Must be those pills kicking in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The restroom door wheezes shut behind you as you pass through. Floyd | Predictably, the smoke detector goes off as soon as you walk through Floyd | the door, cutting through your skull like a dull bone saw. Floyd | Floyd | Restroom Floyd | Floyd | The plastic smoke detector is stuck to the center of the ceiling like Floyd | a crazy orange limpet. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see the stool here. Floyd | Floyd | The tingling spreads throughout your entire head, making it all warm Floyd | and numb and kind of floaty. Floyd | Floyd | The smoke detector is still shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "stand on stool" | ||||
Floyd | You get onto the stool. Floyd | Floyd | The smoke detector is still shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "open detector" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | The tingling is starting to fade. Floyd | Floyd | The smoke detector is still shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Restroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take detector" | ||||
Floyd | That's fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | The tingling is starting to fade. Floyd | Floyd | The smoke detector is still shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Restroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x detector" | ||||
Floyd | That piece of crap hasn't detected so much as a bugfart since the day Floyd | they installed it. It only (and always) goes off whenever someone Floyd | actually enters the bathroom, letting forth with a piercing shriek Floyd | high enough to break up kidney stones. A further deterrent for anyone Floyd | too comatose to be bothered by the paint, probably. Floyd | Floyd | The tingling is starting to fade. Floyd | Floyd | The smoke detector is still shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "turn detector off" | ||||
Floyd | It's just a featureless disk of orange plastic, no way to turn the Floyd | damn thing on or off. Floyd | Floyd | You're back to normal again, unfortunately, and the screaming is Floyd | slowly pushing its way into your head again. Floyd | Floyd | The smoke detector is still shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Restroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "hit detector with extinguisher" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Furiously, you whale on the smoke detector until the plastic casing Floyd | splits and cracks open. Its wiry innards hang in sagging loops like Floyd | the guts of an eviscerated cow. Floyd | Floyd | You're back to normal again, unfortunately, and the screaming is Floyd | slowly pushing its way into your head again. Floyd | Floyd | The smoke detector is still shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Restroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "hit detector with extinguisher" | ||||
Floyd | Furiously, you whale on the smoke detector until the plastic casing Floyd | splits and cracks open. Its wiry innards hang in sagging loops like Floyd | the guts of an eviscerated cow. Floyd | Floyd | You're back to normal again, unfortunately, and the screaming is Floyd | slowly pushing its way into your head again. Floyd | Floyd | The smoke detector is still shrieking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "cut wires" | ||||
Floyd | (with the scissors) Floyd | The wires hiss and smoke and spray sparks in your face as you Floyd | relentlessly gnaw through them with the blunt scissors -- but Floyd | perseverance and a frosty attitude pay off in the end as the last wire Floyd | snaps, and the smoke detector falls silent. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin exclaims, "Yay!" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Restroom (on the stool) Floyd | Every wall, fixture and counter surface in this restroom is painted an Floyd | intolerably bright, eye-bending nuclear orange. The reasoning behind Floyd | this choice of decor is unclear -- perhaps the hope is that someone Floyd | who is tense enough to crack walnuts with his ass cheeks isn't going Floyd | to be spending lots of time on a toilet seat. Anyway, there's a sink Floyd | and mirror in the north wall, and a stall to the east. Or you could Floyd | just leave to the south. Floyd | Floyd | The gutted smoke detector hangs limply from the ceiling, its innards Floyd | exposed and dangling. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin exclaims, "We've killed two blue guys, a fire alarm and a vending machine!" | |||
| grim asks, "yes, why'd we do that again?" | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x mirror" | ||||
Floyd | You're looking sharp as ever. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "I don't know." | |||
| DavidW says, "We don't know yet." | ||||
| Marvin says, "Maybe we're just an ass." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x skin" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster asks, "Cause it was bothering us?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You're looking sharp as ever. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove glasses" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x sink" | ||||
Floyd | It doesn't work. It's never worked. If you want anything to drink Floyd | around here, you'll have to brave the coffee. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to get off the stool first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "get off stall" | ||||
Floyd | But you aren't on the stall door at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "get off stool" | ||||
Floyd | You get off the stool. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "get off stool" | ||||
Floyd | But you aren't on the stool at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Restroom Floyd | Every wall, fixture and counter surface in this restroom is painted an Floyd | intolerably bright, eye-bending nuclear orange. The reasoning behind Floyd | this choice of decor is unclear -- perhaps the hope is that someone Floyd | who is tense enough to crack walnuts with his ass cheeks isn't going Floyd | to be spending lots of time on a toilet seat. Anyway, there's a sink Floyd | and mirror in the north wall, and a stall to the east. Or you could Floyd | just leave to the south. Floyd | Floyd | The gutted smoke detector hangs limply from the ceiling, its innards Floyd | exposed and dangling. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see the stool here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't, since the stall door is in the way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the stall door or the restroom door? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "open stall door" | ||||
Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock it with key" | ||||
Floyd | You can't reach the bolt from outside the stall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "look under stall door" | ||||
Floyd | There's only a few inches between the bottom of the stall door the Floyd | bathroom floor, not nearly enough to crawl under. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock it with hanger" | ||||
Floyd | You jam the coat hanger through the narrow gap and wiggle it around Floyd | until it hooks onto the sliding bolt. Then, with a jerk, you pull the Floyd | bolt back, unlocking the door. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | You open the stall door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Stall Floyd | Other than the nauseating paint job, there's not much to distinguish Floyd | this bathroom stall from the thousands of similar ilk. Toilet; toilet Floyd | paper dispenser; the door to your west; that's pretty much it. Floyd | Floyd | Funny, though. As familiar as all this is, you're sure you've never Floyd | seen the inside of this particular stall before. As far as you can Floyd | remember, you've never been in here at all. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | You are currently feeling totally frosty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "look in toilet" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing, not even any water. Not even, you note with some confusion, a Floyd | hole for the water to drain through. That's right, just a featureless Floyd | porcelain bowl. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||||
Floyd | You close the stall door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | Interesting. You've never seen it from this side before. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x dispenser" | ||||
Floyd | A little metal box bolted to the side of the stall. There is no toilet Floyd | paper in it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in it" | ||||
Floyd | No toilet paper in there; not a single square. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), " x toilet" | ||||
Floyd | Your standard fixture, sculpted from harsh orange porcelain. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take dispenser" | ||||
Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "flush toilet" | ||||
Floyd | There's no handle, no chain, no button. No way to flush it. And Floyd | nothing in it to flush anyway. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "sit on toilet" | ||||
Floyd | You turn around and lower yourself onto the seat. Aside from the fact Floyd | that you are now facing the other direction, little has changed. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Maybe we can kill the toilet." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look up" | ||||
Floyd | The ceiling is painted bright orange, just like everything else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x walls" | ||||
Floyd | The walls here are painted bright orange, just like everything else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x floor" | ||||
Floyd | The floor is paved with bright orange linoleum tile. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "hit toilet with fire extinguisher" | ||||
Floyd | You give the toilet a good, hard thump. You thump it again, a bit Floyd | harder this time. Next thing you know, you're pounding on the toilet Floyd | again and again for all you're worth -- you stop yourself, feeling a Floyd | bit light-headed. Damn. You hate it when that happens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tile" | ||||
Floyd | The floor is paved with bright orange linoleum tile. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push toilet" | ||||
Floyd | You are unable to. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull it" | ||||
Floyd | You are unable to. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter it" | ||||
Floyd | But you're already on the toilet. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin asks, "Okay, should we maybe try the key on the locked door?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on it" | ||||
Floyd | But you're already on the toilet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x dispenser" | ||||
Floyd | A little metal box bolted to the side of the stall. There is no toilet Floyd | paper in it. Floyd | Floyd | There's also a little keyhole on the side facing the toilet. You Floyd | didn't notice it before, since you were looking at it from the other Floyd | side. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Or that." | |||
| DavidW asks, "keyhole here?" | ||||
| Marvin says, "We could try the key on that." | ||||
| Spinster says, "That's the evilest puzzle on the game, I think" | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "unlock dispenser with key" | ||||
Floyd | You insert the shiny key into the keyhole and twist it clockwise. A Floyd | mechanism inside the toilet paper dispenser clicks, and the bathroom Floyd | is filled with a rumbling sound. Suddenly, the entire rear wall of the Floyd | stall spins on a hidden axis, taking the toilet and yourself along Floyd | with it... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Restroom (on the toilet) Floyd | You're in a narrow, irregular passageway behind the east wall of the Floyd | restroom. The walls are all dust and splintered wood and ragged Floyd | plaster, and the floor is bare concrete. Floyd | Floyd | A thin, cringing man in the tattered remains of a business suit is Floyd | standing here, grinning and cracking his knuckles. Floyd | Floyd | You wonder if any of the others know about this place. You sure as Floyd | hell didn't. Floyd | Floyd | The thin man grabs your hand and starts pumping it vigorously before Floyd | you can even get up off the toilet. Floyd | Floyd | "Hi there," he says breathlessly. "Robertson. You must have gotten my Floyd | message." Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I thought I LOOKED at the door" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "x man" | ||||
Floyd | A decrepit scarecrow of a man, Robertson appears to be in the advanced Floyd | stages of some sort of horrific drug withdrawal. He jitters, frets, Floyd | drools occasionally, and cracks his knuckles obsessively. Floyd | Floyd | Also, you notice, he has a couple of odd scars on his head, one right Floyd | behind each ear. Floyd | Floyd | "I've been waiting back here for I don't know how long," he pants. Floyd | "They tried to get me, too, you know?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "ask man about glasses" | ||||
Floyd | Robertson recoils. "Don't ever let them put those on you! Don't EVER Floyd | let them!" He rubs convulsively behind his ears. "Almost got me, you Floyd | know. Almost made me love myself!" Floyd | Floyd | "They tried to teach me... " Robertson suddenly straightens up, darts Floyd | his skinny head around like a spooked heron. He cracks his knuckles a Floyd | few times. Then he leans in close. "They tried to teach me how to Floyd | love," he whispers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | "But I got away, you know?" Robertson grins, and does a weird, Floyd | shuffling sort of jig. "Dug my way back here. They can't find me. Floyd | Don't know where to look. You know? I'm still digging, too. Pretty Floyd | soon I'll break through to the outside, and then I'm out of here." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "ask man about outside" | ||||
Floyd | At the moment, you can't think of anything intelligent to say about Floyd | that, so you wisely keep your mouth shut. No point in looking stupid. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "ask man about biedemeyer" | ||||
Floyd | At the moment, you can't think of anything intelligent to say about Floyd | that, so you wisely keep your mouth shut. No point in looking stupid. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "ask man about biedermeyer" | ||||
Floyd | Robertson shudders. "Worst thing about him is, we all know who he is, Floyd | you know?" We just can't say." Floyd | Floyd | Robertson snaps his fingers and makes a sound like a rocket ship Floyd | lifting off. "Out of here," he whispers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "ask man about hole" | ||||
Floyd | "I bored right through it with this," Robertson says, showing you the Floyd | letter opener. "That's how I got my food, you know? That's how I put Floyd | the key out for you." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "ask man about key" | ||||
Floyd | "Yeah, that was me," says Robertson. "Slipped it into the machine, you Floyd | know? Through the back. Figured no one'd be looking for it. Except Floyd | you. Hee, hee," he giggles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "ask man about toilet" | ||||
Floyd | "That's my secret way in, you know." Robertson grins and hunches his Floyd | shoulders. "Like Batman." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "ask man about memo" | ||||
Floyd | "It was pretty tricky, getting that note into your box, you know?" Floyd | Robertson says. "But I did it. Can't tell you how -- it's a secret. Floyd | But I had help. Chubby pink fairies." Robertson looks around Floyd | furtively. "That's all I can say... for now." Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ha ha" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "ask man about microfiche" | ||||
Floyd | Robertson nods vigorously, but you're not sure whether he really Floyd | comprehends a word you're saying. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "ask man about benson" | ||||
Floyd | "Took them even longer to change him than it did Furman." Robertson Floyd | nodes. "Wouldn't have thought it, looking at him, you know? He was Floyd | slippery. Not slippery enough, though, know what I mean? Ha! Ha!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "ask man about reader" | ||||
Floyd | Robertson nods vigorously, but you're not sure whether he really Floyd | comprehends a word you're saying. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "ask man about furman" | ||||
Floyd | "Yeah, he went down pretty fast, you know? First to go." Robertson Floyd | bears his teeth. "Scuttling little yes-man. A fucking beetle." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "ask man about me" | ||||
Floyd | "Been watching you, you know? You're different; I can tell. Why I sent Floyd | you the note." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "ask man about himself" | ||||
Floyd | At the moment, you can't think of anything intelligent to say about Floyd | that, so you wisely keep your mouth shut. No point in looking stupid. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "ask man about man" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, Robertson, Benson, Furman or Biedermeyer? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "ask man about robertson" | ||||
Floyd | Robertson smiles. "That's me, know what I mean? Me. Is me. Not them." Floyd | He taps the scars behind either ear with his index fingers. "Got away, Floyd | see, and now I'm Robertson. I'm still me." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "ask man about blue" | ||||
Floyd | Robertson suddenly grabs you by the shirt front. "That's what I've Floyd | been trying to tell you, man! That's what's going on out there" That's Floyd | what they're turning into! That's what they're trying to turn YOU Floyd | into!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "ask man about mask" | ||||
Floyd | Robertson shakes his head, and will say no more. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Restroom (on the toilet) Floyd | You're in a narrow, irregular passageway behind the east wall of the Floyd | restroom. The walls are all dust and splintered wood and ragged Floyd | plaster, and the floor is bare concrete. Floyd | Floyd | Robertson hovers nearby, smiling and cringing like a pathetic Floyd | sycophant. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "stand" | ||||
Floyd | As soon as you stand up, the wall spins again, whisking the toilet Floyd | away and leaving you with nothing but a blank wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "uh" | |||
| Spinster says, "Follow the path I guess" | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Restroom Floyd | You're in a narrow, irregular passageway behind the east wall of the Floyd | restroom. The walls are all dust and splintered wood and ragged Floyd | plaster, and the floor is bare concrete. Floyd | Floyd | Robertson hovers nearby, smiling and cringing like a pathetic Floyd | sycophant. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "So we live behind the toilet with Robertson?" | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "save" | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "bluemen5" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "I guess there is a 'passageway'. Probably north and/or south?" | |||
| Marvin says, "Oh, hey, there are hints, if we're really stuck." | ||||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Snack Bar Floyd | More of the same dirty, broken passageway. It looks as though the Floyd | entire east wall of the office has been hollowed out from one end to Floyd | the other. Floyd | Floyd | A ragged hole in the west wall lets a dusty beam of light in. Floyd | Floyd | Robertson follows you, fawning and cringing by turns. He points to the Floyd | ragged hole. "Dug that out myself, you know?" he says proudly. "With Floyd | this." He shows you a steel letter opener, its blade scratched and Floyd | pitted. "Only way to get food. Guy's got to eat, you know?" Floyd | Floyd | Robertson giggles suddenly, and then looks at you as though he Floyd | seriously suspects you of being stark barking mad. Floyd | Floyd | Then he smiles. "Got a water cache, too," he says, jerking his thumb Floyd | toward the south end of the passage. "They're scared of water, you Floyd | know? Can't stand the stuff. That's why nothing works around here. I Floyd | managed to get some, though, so they won't be coming round here Floyd | anytime soon, know what I mean?" And he throws his head back and Floyd | laughs. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Not that I'm saying we are, just that I'd forgotten." | |||
| Spinster says (to floyd), "ask robertson about water" | ||||
Floyd | "Only thing they're afraid of, you know," whispers Robertson. "Can't Floyd | stand the touch of it. Won't have it anywhere near them." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "ask man about cache" | ||||
Floyd | "My private stash," says Robertson. He gives you a sly look. "It's Floyd | right up ahead," he says, gesturing toward the south end of the Floyd | corridor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hole" | ||||
Floyd | It's about six inches across, just big enough to put your fist Floyd | through. It's in roughly the same place that the hole in the vending Floyd | machine would be, if the vending machine were still standing against Floyd | the other side of the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Spinster says, "Gotta go. Have fun" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind Benson's Corner Floyd | The passage narrows to a tight squeeze at the south end, little more Floyd | than a glorified crack in the plaster, really. Floyd | Floyd | An ancient, dusty water cooler is stashed way back in the far corner. Floyd | Floyd | Most of the limited floor space is occupied by a large metal drawer Floyd | sticking out of the western wall at roughly knee-level. You have to Floyd | practically climb over it to maneuver. Floyd | Floyd | You realize suddenly that Robertson has become very quiet. A dim Floyd | reflection in the curved, plastic side of the water tank catches your Floyd | eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| aash29 says (to floyd), "hit robertson" | ||||
Floyd | You whirl around, fists up and swinging. But the shifty bastard is too Floyd | quick for you. He fends off your bare knuckles with a strength born of Floyd | desperation, and plunges the blade into your throat. You go down Floyd | gurgling. That crazy son of a bitch never stops grinning at you like a Floyd | starving hyena, the whole damn time. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have totally lost it *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In this game, you have only managed to get yourself totally steamed. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| aash29 says (to floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Behind Benson's Corner Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x cooler" | ||||
Floyd | It's an old office water cooler -- you're not sure how you recognize Floyd | it, but you're sure you've seen one before. There's a plastic spigot Floyd | poking out the front, and there's even a little bit of water sloshing Floyd | around in the tank. Floyd | Floyd | Robertson suddenly lunges at you, screaming, "GUY'S GOTTA EAT YOU Floyd | KNOW! GUY'S GOTTA EAT YOU KNOW!!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x reflection" | ||||
Floyd | The tank is a cylinder of clear, thick plastic sitting on top of the Floyd | water cooler. There's a small quantity of water down in the bottom of Floyd | the tank. Floyd | Floyd | Growling and foaming like an animal, Robertson lunges again, and this Floyd | time he's too quick for you. The letter opener punches through your Floyd | abdomen and breaks off halfway down the blade. As you sink to your Floyd | knees, clutching your gut, Robertson kicks you over onto your back, Floyd | sits on your chest, and plunges the jagged stump of the letter opener Floyd | into your throat again and again, drooling and yelping like a starved Floyd | hyena all the while. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have totally lost it *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In this game, you have only managed to get yourself totally steamed. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oops" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Behind Benson's Corner Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Behind Benson's Corner Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We didn't bring any food." | |||
| Marvin says, "Um." | ||||
| grim asks, "is that it then?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I don't know." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Snack Bar | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | A ragged hole in the west wall lets a dusty beam of light in. Floyd | Floyd | Robertson staggers after you, laughing and hacking at the air with his Floyd | letter opener. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Snack Bar Floyd | More of the same dirty, broken passageway. It looks as though the Floyd | entire east wall of the office has been hollowed out from one end to Floyd | the other. Floyd | Floyd | Robertson isn't looking so good. He's eyeing you up and down in an Floyd | decidedly un-frosty way. Floyd | Floyd | A ragged hole in the west wall lets a dusty beam of light in. Floyd | Floyd | Robertson suddenly lunges at you, screaming, "GUY'S GOTTA EAT YOU Floyd | KNOW! GUY'S GOTTA EAT YOU KNOW!!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kick wall" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the hole in the wall or the wall? Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "I'm thinking we need to use the water." | |||
| grim says (to floyd), "hit robertson with fire extinguisher" | ||||
Floyd | You whirl around, swinging the heavy fire extinguisher like a golf Floyd | club, in a rising arc that catches him right under the chin. Floyd | Everything below his nose flattens up into his upper jaw like a cheap Floyd | piece of origami. He hits the floor, his precious letter opener Floyd | clattering from his limp fingers. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Oh, good idea." | |||
| grim exclaims, "brilliant!" | ||||
| grim says, "didn't expect that to work at all" | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind Benson's Corner Floyd | Floyd | An ancient, dusty water cooler is stashed way back in the far corner. Floyd | Floyd | Most of the limited floor space is occupied by a large metal drawer Floyd | sticking out of the western wall at roughly knee-level. You have to Floyd | practically climb over it to maneuver. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take cooler" | ||||
Floyd | That's fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | grim says, "all problems can be solved by hitting them with a fire extinguisher" | |||
| DavidW asks, "Maybe the drawer is the way back?" | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x drawer" | ||||
Floyd | It's a rectangular, open-topped box made of metal, about five feet Floyd | long, two feet wide and two feet deep. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter drawer" | ||||
Floyd | You fold yourself awkwardly into the cramped metal box, noticing, as Floyd | you do so, a small gray button mounted on the inside. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push button" | ||||
Floyd | With a jarring bang, the entire drawer slides into the west wall, Floyd | taking you along with it... Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner (in the steel drawer) Floyd | As usual, Benson's corner of the office, is a filthy sty. Files, Floyd | papers, supplies lying around everywhere. You don't know how anyone Floyd | could work in these conditions. A vast bank of filing cabinets stands Floyd | against the west wall, behind Benson's desk. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | Your body is wedged firmly into the drawer with all the grace and Floyd | comfort of a molting heron in a Hefty bag. Floyd | Floyd | There is, for some reason, a small gray button mounted on the inner Floyd | side of the drawer. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | As soon as you clamber out, the drawer retracts jerkily back into the Floyd | east wall, slamming shut with a bang. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "man." | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are an in-tray (which is empty), an out-tray (which is Floyd | empty) and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | Your phone is ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "answer phone" | ||||
Floyd | You pick up the receiver and place it against your ear. It's Floyd | Biedermeyer. Floyd | Floyd | "This is Biedermeyer," says Biedermeyer. "I would like you to step Floyd | into my office, please. Immediately." Floyd | Floyd | Then he hangs up. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit less frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "uh-oh." | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin asks, "Can we get a cup, and get some water?" | |||
| DavidW says, "Can we ... yeah." | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Furman's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are a plastic cup (in which is some nasty coffee) and a Floyd | microfiche reader. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take cup" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "empty cup" | ||||
Floyd | You can't pour the nothing; it's not a liquid! Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "empty coffee" | ||||
Floyd | The nasty coffee can't contain things. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "pour coffee" | ||||
Floyd | Stop trying to make a mess. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "dump coffee" | ||||
Floyd | Stop trying to make a mess. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drink coffee" | ||||
Floyd | The nasty coffee might stick going down, don't you think? Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit less frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Yes, because we haven't made a mess already." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Furman's Corner Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I forgot. The coffee's spiked." | |||
| Marvin says, "Yeah." | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine is lying face down and smashed amidst a pile of Floyd | nougat bars and Beechnut gum. Floyd | Floyd | There's a ragged hole hacked into the east wall, where the vending Floyd | machine used to stand. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The restroom door wheezes shut behind you as you pass through. Floyd | Floyd | Restroom Floyd | Floyd | The gutted smoke detector hangs limply from the ceiling, its innards Floyd | exposed and dangling. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see the stool here. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't, since the stall door is in the way. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the stall door or the restroom door? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "stall" | ||||
Floyd | You open the stall door. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Stall Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Restroom Floyd | Floyd | The gutted smoke detector hangs limply from the ceiling, its innards Floyd | exposed and dangling. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see the stool here. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "pour coffee in sink" | ||||
Floyd | You dump the nasty coffee into the sink, and it swirls harmlessly Floyd | away. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Yeah, I was gonna pour it in the toilet, then I remembered the sink." | |||
| grim says (to floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Stall Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "sit on toilet" | ||||
Floyd | You turn around and lower yourself onto the seat. Aside from the fact Floyd | that you are now facing the other direction, little has changed. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "unlock dispenser" | ||||
Floyd | (with the shiny key) Floyd | You insert the shiny key into the keyhole and twist it clockwise. A Floyd | mechanism inside the toilet paper dispenser clicks, and the bathroom Floyd | is filled with a rumbling sound. Suddenly, the entire rear wall of the Floyd | stall spins on a hidden axis, taking the toilet and yourself along Floyd | with it... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Restroom (on the toilet) Floyd | You're in a narrow, irregular passageway behind the east wall of the Floyd | restroom. The walls are all dust and splintered wood and ragged Floyd | plaster, and the floor is bare concrete. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "stand" | ||||
Floyd | As soon as you stand up, the wall spins again, whisking the toilet Floyd | away and leaving you with nothing but a blank wall. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Snack Bar Floyd | Floyd | Robertson is gravy. His digging days are over. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a letter opener here. Floyd | Floyd | A ragged hole in the west wall lets a dusty beam of light in. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind Benson's Corner Floyd | Floyd | An ancient, dusty water cooler is stashed way back in the far corner. Floyd | Floyd | Most of the limited floor space is occupied by a large metal drawer Floyd | sticking out of the western wall at roughly knee-level. You have to Floyd | practically climb over it to maneuver. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Snack Bar Floyd | Floyd | Robertson is gravy. His digging days are over. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a letter opener here. Floyd | Floyd | A ragged hole in the west wall lets a dusty beam of light in. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take opener" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind Benson's Corner Floyd | Floyd | An ancient, dusty water cooler is stashed way back in the far corner. Floyd | Floyd | Most of the limited floor space is occupied by a large metal drawer Floyd | sticking out of the western wall at roughly knee-level. You have to Floyd | practically climb over it to maneuver. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "fill cup with water" | ||||
Floyd | The water is inside an enclosed tank -- you can't get at it. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x cooler" | ||||
Floyd | It's an old office water cooler -- you're not sure how you recognize Floyd | it, but you're sure you've seen one before. There's a plastic spigot Floyd | poking out the front, and there's even a little bit of water sloshing Floyd | around in the tank. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x spigot" | ||||
Floyd | The little plastic spigot is old, warped and corroded. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "open spigot" | ||||
Floyd | The spigot is too corroded; it won't work. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "cut spigot" | ||||
Floyd | (with the scissors) Floyd | You can't get the little blades around the spigot well enough to cut Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "cut spigot with opener" | ||||
Floyd | You don't have anything to cut with! Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "stab cooler" | ||||
Floyd | You jab the letter opener into the side of the tank, puncturing the Floyd | thick plastic. When you let go, the blade stays, vibrating slightly. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "get opener" | ||||
Floyd | The blade pulls free with a sharp squeak. Immediately, water begins Floyd | trickling out through the hole. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | The water trickles slowly out of the tank. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "fill cup with water" | ||||
Floyd | You hold the cup under the thin trickle until it fills up with water, Floyd | at which point the trickle dies away. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "enter drawer" | ||||
Floyd | You fold yourself awkwardly into the cramped metal box, noticing, as Floyd | you do so, a small gray button mounted on the inside. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, on the other side of the wall, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "push button" | ||||
Floyd | With a jarring bang, the entire drawer slides into the west wall, Floyd | taking you along with it... Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner (in the steel drawer) Floyd | As usual, Benson's corner of the office, is a filthy sty. Files, Floyd | papers, supplies lying around everywhere. You don't know how anyone Floyd | could work in these conditions. A vast bank of filing cabinets stands Floyd | against the west wall, behind Benson's desk. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | Your body is wedged firmly into the drawer with all the grace and Floyd | comfort of a molting heron in a Hefty bag. Floyd | Floyd | There is, for some reason, a small gray button mounted on the inner Floyd | side of the drawer. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | As soon as you clamber out, the drawer retracts jerkily back into the Floyd | east wall, slamming shut with a bang. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere in the office, you can hear a phone ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are an in-tray (which is empty), an out-tray (which is Floyd | empty) and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | Your phone is ringing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "I think we should ave" | |||
| DavidW says, "I agree" | ||||
| Marvin says, "s/ave/save/" | ||||
| Marvin asks, "Um... save 4? save 5?" | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "bluemen umpty" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "answer phone" | ||||
Floyd | You pick up the receiver and place it against your ear. It's Floyd | Biedermeyer. Floyd | Floyd | "This is Biedermeyer," says Biedermeyer. "I would like you to step Floyd | into my office, please. Immediately." Floyd | Floyd | Then he hangs up. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit less frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Furman's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk is a microfiche reader. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Short Corridor Floyd | Floyd | The door to Biedermeyer's office stands just slightly ajar. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin asks, "We ready for this?" | |||
| DavidW says, "I guess" | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | You nudge the door slightly with your fingertips, and it slowly, Floyd | slowly creaks open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | A cool, languid ribbon of fear uncurls inside your stomach as you step Floyd | over the threshold... Floyd | Floyd | Biedermeyer's Office Floyd | Biedermeyer's inner sanctum: a featureless cube with smooth, gray Floyd | walls, and his desk sitting in the exact center like a great black Floyd | sarcophagus. There is one door. It is south. Floyd | Floyd | The door to Biedermeyer's office stands open. Floyd | Floyd | Biedermeyer taps his foot impatiently. Floyd | Floyd | The door slams shut behind you. Floyd | Floyd | Biedermeyer steps calmly around his desk. He takes a deep breath, and Floyd | adjusts his glasses slightly. Then he looks at you and says, "Frankly, Floyd | I don't know what we're going to do with you." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "ask biedermeyer about blue" | ||||
Floyd | "Yes, I realize that must have been upsetting to see," Biedermeyer Floyd | says, nodding patiently. "But you have only yourself to blame. Soon Floyd | you would have been ready, if only you had played by the rules." Floyd | Floyd | "We tried," he goes on, his voice sad, "to provide you with an Floyd | environment that was safe." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "ask biedermeyer about robertson" | ||||
Floyd | "Ah, yes, poor Robertson," he sighs. "A failed experiment. One I'm not Floyd | proud of. The blame is entirely mine, of course. I should have looked Floyd | after him more closely." He chuckles. "I almost made the same mistake Floyd | with you." Floyd | Floyd | "We tried to give you something familiar, something that you would Floyd | have no trouble..." he pauses, searching mentally for the right word. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "ask biedermeyer about glasses" | ||||
Floyd | Biedermeyer smiles. "It's good to see you finally taking an interest," Floyd | he says. "You would have been issued a pair yourself, soon, if you had Floyd | only stuck with the program." Floyd | Floyd | "-- accommodating," he blurts suddenly. "Yes. Something you would have Floyd | no trouble accommodating. We never wanted this to be anything other Floyd | than a most pleasant experience for you." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask biedermeyer about program" | ||||
Floyd | Biedermeyer spreads his hands in a curiously benedictory manner. "Why, Floyd | this is your home," he says softly. "This is your salvation. Didn't Floyd | you know that? This is your only hope of refuge from the demons that Floyd | hounded you here from your former life. You should be grateful that we Floyd | let you work here at all. I daresay, you could never find a better job Floyd | than this, even if you spent your whole life trying." Floyd | Floyd | "God knows, you needed it after what you'd been through out there." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "ask biedermeyer about former life" | ||||
Floyd | Biedermeyer shakes his head. "No remembering, now. Naughty, naughty." Floyd | Floyd | Biedermeyer gives you a stern look. "But that wasn't good enough for Floyd | you, was it?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "ask biedermeyer about furman" | ||||
Floyd | Biedermeyer looks almost proud. "I couldn't ask for a more exemplary Floyd | employee." Floyd | Floyd | "You had to fight us every step of the way, didn't you? You really Floyd | thought that you knew better than us what was good for you. You Floyd | thought you could heal all on your own." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask biedermeyer about demons" | ||||
Floyd | Biedermeyer shakes his head. "No remembering, now. Naughty, naughty." Floyd | Floyd | Biedermeyer shakes his head. "Well, I must say I have no patience for Floyd | that. And I do not feel sorry for you. I will not tolerate Floyd | busy-bodies, know-betters, or rule-scoffers in my office." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "ask biedermeyer about office" | ||||
Floyd | "It's high time you got used to it," says Biedermeyer ominously. Floyd | "You're staying here for a long, long time." Floyd | Floyd | With a sharp tug, Biedermeyer pulls off his glasses. They come off Floyd | with a small sucking sound. He rubs the bridge of his nose a bit, and Floyd | when he looks up you can see translucent membranes nictitating briefly Floyd | across his pupils. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Eventually we should throw water at him." | |||
| Marvin says, "Yeah." | ||||
| DavidW says, "(I bet)" | ||||
| grim says, "the time is surely coming" | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | "Your days of youthful rebellion are at an end, my boy," he says Floyd | softly, stepping close to you. "I know you think this will be a bad Floyd | thing, but I promise you: soon you will see that it had to be done. Floyd | Soon you will see everything." And he reaches out while you are held Floyd | paralyzed by his reptile gaze, and he slips the glasses onto your Floyd | face. Floyd | Floyd | There is a brief burning sensation as something worms quickly into Floyd | your skull behind each of your ears. Floyd | Floyd | "There, now," you hear Biedermeyer whisper, "isn't that better?" Floyd | Floyd | And the funny thing is -- it is. It is much better. And he's right -- Floyd | pretty soon, you DO see everything. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have learned to love yourself *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In this game, you have finally managed to love life. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Oh, that was the time." | |||
| grim says, "heh" | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Biedermeyer's Office Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "throw water at biedermeyer" | ||||
Floyd | With a convulsive jerk of your arm, you dash the water into the Floyd | bastard's smug, repulsive face. Biedermeyer stops dead, silent, just Floyd | blinking at you stupidly as the water drips down his skin. Floyd | Floyd | And then the hissing begins. And Biedermeyer's skin starts dripping Floyd | along with the water. Floyd | Floyd | With a sudden, strangled shriek, Biedermeyer lurches backward, digging Floyd | his nails into the flesh of his face. "Oh, you miserable little shit!" Floyd | he yells. "What the bloody fuck have you done?" Already his voice is Floyd | starting to slur, gurgling as though he were speaking through a Floyd | mouthful of cold maple syrup. Floyd | Floyd | He turns to you, and his face is a dripping mess running with streaks Floyd | of oozing blue. Whatever monstrous, cerulean visage lay behind his Floyd | mask of skin is melting along with everything else. He holds his hands Floyd | out to you imploringly -- the fingers are pouring away down his arms Floyd | like superheated candle stubs. Floyd | Floyd | "Uh cuhd... uhf duhn... suh muhsh... fuh yuh..." he gurgles, and then Floyd | his entire body slops down into itself, leaving nothing but a Floyd | bluish-pinkish puddle of ooze on the floor, with his thick black Floyd | glasses lying unharmed in the middle of it. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | You are currently loving life. Floyd | Floyd | > | grim says, "mmm, ooze" | |||
| Marvin says, "Uh..." | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take glasses" | ||||
Floyd | You gingerly pluck the glasses from the puddle and shake the worst of Floyd | the goo off them. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Biedermeyer's Office Floyd | Biedermeyer's inner sanctum: a featureless cube with smooth, gray Floyd | walls, and his desk sitting in the exact center like a great black Floyd | sarcophagus. There is one door. It is south. Floyd | Floyd | All that's left of that bastard Biedermeyer is a puddle of melted goo Floyd | in the middle of the carpet. Floyd | Floyd | The door to Biedermeyer's office stands just slightly ajar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "get goo" | ||||
Floyd | That's fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I kinda expected a Wicked Witch melting." | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x desk" | ||||
Floyd | A huge slab of black marble, shot through with soft veins of gray and Floyd | polished to a glassy brilliance. It looks more like something you'd Floyd | lay a dead king on than a place to put your paperwork; and sure Floyd | enough, its slick, cool surface is utterly pristine. Floyd | Floyd | Set flush into the otherwise featureless side of the desk is a slim Floyd | rectangle of dark metal. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x metal" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the metal drawer or the shiny key? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "drawer" | ||||
Floyd | The metal rectangle is perfectly smooth and flat, and silvery-black, Floyd | like polished hematite. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | The rectangle is set so precisely flush with the side of the desk, you Floyd | can't get a grip around the edge to pull it out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "push it" | ||||
Floyd | As soon as your fingers brush against the burnished metal, the Floyd | rectangle slides out of the desk: silently, fluidly. Very, very cool. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in it" | ||||
Floyd | In the metal drawer is a silver tile. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tile" | ||||
Floyd | (the silver tile) Floyd | It's a flat square of silvery metal, apparently blank on both sides. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take it" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Okay, I just want to try putting the glasses on." | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "wear glasses" | ||||
Floyd | You settle the glasses firmly onto your nose. They fit rather tightly, Floyd | chafing uncomfortably behind your ears. Floyd | Floyd | Your vision blurs momentarily as your eyes adjust to the strange Floyd | lenses, but after a second or two you're seeing fine. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Hmm..." | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x tile" | ||||
Floyd | (the silver tile) Floyd | Blurry, but just visible, you can see out the number 9070 etched Floyd | across one side of the tile. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I dunno about that." | |||
| DavidW says, "oh." | ||||
| grim says, "hmm me neither" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove glasses" | ||||
Floyd | You take off the glasses. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Ah, see, I can read the tile because of the glasses." | |||
| DavidW says, "yeah" | ||||
| Marvin says, "I was expected them to kill me." | ||||
| grim also | ||||
| Marvin says, "So..." | ||||
| Marvin says, "9070" | ||||
| Marvin asks, "?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "oh. Furman's reader." | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't, since the door to Biedermeyer's office is in the way. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The glasses will help there too." | |||
| Marvin says, "Good plan." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I bet." | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | You nudge the door slightly with your fingertips, and it slowly, Floyd | slowly creaks open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Short Corridor Floyd | Floyd | The door to Biedermeyer's office stands open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Furman's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk is a microfiche reader. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "wear glasses" | ||||
Floyd | You settle the glasses firmly onto your nose. They fit rather tightly, Floyd | chafing uncomfortably behind your ears. Floyd | Floyd | Your vision blurs momentarily as your eyes adjust to the strange Floyd | lenses, but after a second or two you're seeing fine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "look in reader" | ||||
Floyd | The entry currently on the screen reads: Floyd | Floyd | ANAMNESIS FILE C280579 Floyd | ::mnemonic distribution levels: IX-EJ-KD-2 Floyd | ::Subject in 5th grade. Subject arrives at school wearing shorts Floyd | purchased by subject's mother (Xref C280274). The shorts are blue with Floyd | white stripe, 60%-40% poly-cotton blend, size 8. Note: Subject has Floyd | been experiencing growth spurts, and currently fits size 8 1/2. Floyd | Subject experiences extreme apprehension re: social acceptance, Floyd | fashion etiquette, inadequate fit of shorts. At 11:13, shorts split up Floyd | the back seam when Subject sits down in front of Tracy Haddington Floyd | (Xref P120884), triggering extreme shame response; subject Floyd | undergoes... Floyd | Floyd | You tear your eyes away from the screen with a shudder. For a moment, Floyd | you can almost hear the ghostly echoes of children jeering, which Floyd | gently dissolves into the sound of a woman's throaty chuckle. Then Floyd | that, too, fades. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit less frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x reader" | ||||
Floyd | Furman loves that reader; it's like his special toy. He never lets Floyd | anyone else touch it -- says it's "too complicated," though it can't Floyd | be that difficult if a terminal moron like Furman can operate it. Floyd | Anyway, the only controls are a toggle switch and a small button. Floyd | The microfiche reader is currently switched on. Floyd | Floyd | Those damn glasses are still chafing. You wiggle them around on your Floyd | nose a bit, trying to get comfortable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "push small button" | ||||
Floyd | The text scrolls past in a bright blur. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "look in reader" | ||||
Floyd | You hesitate. The thought of looking at the screen again fills you Floyd | with a vague sort of dread. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Hmm." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove glasses" | ||||
Floyd | The glasses tug at your skin as you try to pull them off, gripping Floyd | rather tightly at the flesh behind your ears. Unnerved, you pull Floyd | harder -- and they suddenly pop free with a tiny sound like velcro. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin asks, "Okay, don't wear the glasses too long?" | |||
| DavidW says, "We can't leave the glasses on for too long at a time." | ||||
| Marvin says, "I have *no* idea what to do now." | ||||
| DavidW says, "There's the button on the reader." | ||||
| grim asks, "everything is dead so we need to get out?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "er, the toggle" | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "x tile" | ||||
Floyd | (the silver tile) Floyd | It's a flat square of silvery metal, apparently blank on both sides. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "switch toggle" | ||||
Floyd | That's already on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "push toggle" | ||||
Floyd | The screen goes dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "push toggle" | ||||
Floyd | The screen lights up with glowing lines of text. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh" | |||
| DavidW says, "hm." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Does turning the reader off help us any?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x copy of bill" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "bill" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bill" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the counterfeit bill or the original crumpled Floyd | dollar bill? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "counterfeit" | ||||
Floyd | It wouldn't fool a person (it isn't green), but otherwise it's a Floyd | pretty accurate reproduction of a dollar bill. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Perhaps x tiles in the Restroom while wearing glasses?" | |||
| DavidW says, "This tile has to go somewhere." | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine is lying face down and smashed amidst a pile of Floyd | nougat bars and Beechnut gum. Floyd | Floyd | There's a ragged hole hacked into the east wall, where the vending Floyd | machine used to stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The number 9020 might be a phone number." | |||
| DavidW says, "er, 9010" | ||||
| DavidW says, "er, 9070" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The restroom door wheezes shut behind you as you pass through. Floyd | Floyd | Restroom Floyd | Floyd | The gutted smoke detector hangs limply from the ceiling, its innards Floyd | exposed and dangling. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see the stool here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tiles" | ||||
Floyd | The floor is paved with bright orange linoleum tile. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear glasses" | ||||
Floyd | You settle the glasses firmly onto your nose. They fit rather tightly, Floyd | chafing uncomfortably behind your ears. Floyd | Floyd | Your vision blurs momentarily as your eyes adjust to the strange Floyd | lenses, but after a second or two you're seeing fine. Floyd | Floyd | Some random thought is nagging at you. You're not sure what it is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tiles" | ||||
Floyd | The floor is paved with bright orange linoleum tile. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "think" | ||||
Floyd | Yeah. Think real hard. Floyd | Floyd | An odd prickling sensation crawls briefly along the back of your Floyd | scalp, and your vision ripples again slightly. Funny; the glasses Floyd | aren't chafing you anymore. They feel perfectly comfortable, in fact. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove tiles" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the floor) Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove glasses" | ||||
Floyd | The glasses grip your flesh behind the ears with a frightening Floyd | suction. The harder you pull, the more it hurts. Floyd | Floyd | The fucking things won't come off! Floyd | Floyd | There's that nagging worry again. Something you were supposed to do, Floyd | and forgot... what was it? Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more steamed.] Floyd | Floyd | > | grim says, "oh dear..." | |||
| DavidW asks, "Can we undo a lot?" | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Restroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Restroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | grim asks, "is there a difference between undo and /undo ?" | |||
| DavidW says, "yes" | ||||
| Marvin says, "Yes." | ||||
| Marvin says, "Basically, multiple /undo should work." | ||||
| Marvin says, "Even where multiple undo doesn't." | ||||
| DavidW says, "And undo only works once." | ||||
| grim says, "figures" | ||||
| grim says, "so I probably /undid the undo, if you see what I mean" | ||||
| Marvin says, "No, it's fine." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Restroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Restroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Restroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Restroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I suspect that we're supposed to get trapped with the glasses on, though, unfortunately." | |||
| DavidW says, "And I bet we can't get more water either." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Can we enter B's desk? It's a 'sarcophagus'." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take papers" | ||||
Floyd | (the scattered papers) Floyd | You've got enough papers to push on your own desk without pushing any Floyd | of Benson's. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Furman's Corner Floyd | Floyd | On the desk is a microfiche reader. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take reader" | ||||
Floyd | That's fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under it" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take jacket" | ||||
Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear it" | ||||
Floyd | It wouldn't fit you, and anyway you're not about to go mincing around Floyd | in Furman's clothes. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "hm. So what's the jacket for?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hook" | ||||
Floyd | It's a little metal hook screwed into the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unscrew hook" | ||||
Floyd | It is fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | grim asks, "to hide the coat hanger?" | |||
| DavidW says, "ah. I guess." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search jacket" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing. Not even a molecule of pocket lint. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Short Corridor Floyd | Floyd | The door to Biedermeyer's office stands open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | LITTLE BLUE MEN is now in its "verbose" mode, which always gives long Floyd | descriptions of locations (even if you've been there before). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Short Corridor Floyd | This short, empty corridor connects the main office area, to the Floyd | south, with Biedermeyer's office, to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The door to Biedermeyer's office stands open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Biedermeyer's Office Floyd | Biedermeyer's inner sanctum: a featureless cube with smooth, gray Floyd | walls, and his desk sitting in the exact center like a great black Floyd | sarcophagus. There is one door. It is south. Floyd | Floyd | The door to Biedermeyer's office stands open. Floyd | Floyd | All that's left of that bastard Biedermeyer is a puddle of melted goo Floyd | in the middle of the carpet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter desk" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "x desk" | ||||
Floyd | A huge slab of black marble, shot through with soft veins of gray and Floyd | polished to a glassy brilliance. It looks more like something you'd Floyd | lay a dead king on than a place to put your paperwork; and sure Floyd | enough, its slick, cool surface is utterly pristine. Floyd | Floyd | A slim, metallic drawer extends from the otherwise featureless side of Floyd | the desk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter drawer" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "look under desk" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch drawer" | ||||
Floyd | You feel nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "close door" | ||||
Floyd | You try to pull the door closed, but it won't stay shut. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | The door is open already. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | It is ominously unobtrusive. A pane of pebbled glass allows light to Floyd | come through, but prevents you from seeing anything on the other side. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hmm" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x glass" | ||||
Floyd | It is ominously unobtrusive. A pane of pebbled glass allows light to Floyd | come through, but prevents you from seeing anything on the other side. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "look in drawer" | ||||
Floyd | The metal drawer is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The drawer might be like a diskette drive." | |||
| DavidW says, "In which case, the tile is like a diskette." | ||||
| grim asks, "any other slots for the tile to go into?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I can't think of a good choice for one. I doubt the vending machine would take it." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take pane" | ||||
Floyd | That's fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jota asks, "Did you ever do anything with the number?" | |||
| Jota says, "(Successfully or unsuccessfully?)" | ||||
| DavidW says, "no, not yet." | ||||
| Jota nods. | ||||
| grim says, "not yet, let's try ringing it" | ||||
| Jota says, "(I don't remember what it's used for, so I'm curious.)" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Dialing it on the phone? Sure." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Short Corridor Floyd | This short, empty corridor connects the main office area, to the Floyd | south, with Biedermeyer's office, to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The door to Biedermeyer's office stands open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Furman's Corner Floyd | The northwest corner is Furman's area. Everything is tucked away and Floyd | tidy, which is exactly how that obsessive freak likes it. The Floyd | photocopier squats over by the west wall, and a short corridor to the Floyd | north leads to that bastard Biedermeyer's office. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk is a microfiche reader. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | This is your scratching ground, your own little slice of the shit pie Floyd | these sons of bitches call an office -- and don't think for a second Floyd | that you didn't have to fight like hell to get it. Neatly shoved away Floyd | into the southwest corner of the general work area, where they think Floyd | you can't get into any mischief. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are an in-tray (which is empty), an out-tray (which is Floyd | empty) and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin asks, "The phone doesn't have a dial, does it?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x phone" | ||||
Floyd | Oh yeah, the phone. You can't make outgoing calls on it; there's no Floyd | dial. You don't even know why it's on your desk. Presumably, you're Floyd | expected to answer it if it rings, but it never does. Never has. Not Floyd | once. Not ever. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh. No dial." | |||
| DavidW says, "The buttons on the vending machine were lettered A to J." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | What few pathetic nods to biological necessity are allowed by the firm Floyd | have been shoved away into the northeast corner. There's a coffee Floyd | maker in the corner, a vending machine against the east wall, and a Floyd | door to the restroom to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine is lying face down and smashed amidst a pile of Floyd | nougat bars and Beechnut gum. Floyd | Floyd | There's a ragged hole hacked into the east wall, where the vending Floyd | machine used to stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x buttons" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "lift machine" | ||||
Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move machine" | ||||
Floyd | You are unable to. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bar" | ||||
Floyd | What the hell for? It's worthless garbage. Let that bastard Floyd | Biedermeyer clean it up, if he wants. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jota asks, "Did anyone else's desk have a phone?" | |||
| grim says (to floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | As usual, Benson's corner of the office, is a filthy sty. Files, Floyd | papers, supplies lying around everywhere. You don't know how anyone Floyd | could work in these conditions. A vast bank of filing cabinets stands Floyd | against the west wall, behind Benson's desk. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Not that I saw" | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a silver tile, some glasses, a letter opener, a Floyd | plastic cup, a fire extinguisher, the original crumpled dollar bill, a Floyd | hanger, Furman's jacket, a pair of scissors, a shiny key, a wooden Floyd | shim, a memo, some paperwork, a little white bottle (which is open), Floyd | inside which are some gray pills, a little gray bottle (which is Floyd | open), inside which are some white pills and an ink stamp. Floyd | Floyd | > | grim asks, "how about we put the glasses on and go with that?" | |||
| Jota says (to Floyd), "Hmm. Anything else in B's office?" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "I guess." | |||
| Jota asks, "Hmm. Anything else in B's office?" | ||||
| Marvin says, "We can always undo." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I hope we can undo." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "save" | Jota says, "You could save." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jota says, "Timing." | |||
| Marvin says, "We could ..." | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "wear glasses" | ||||
Floyd | You settle the glasses firmly onto your nose. They fit rather tightly, Floyd | chafing uncomfortably behind your ears. Floyd | Floyd | Your vision blurs momentarily as your eyes adjust to the strange Floyd | lenses, but after a second or two you're seeing fine. Floyd | Floyd | Some random thought is nagging at you. You're not sure what it is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ok. Let's try the glasses." | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | An odd prickling sensation crawls briefly along the back of your Floyd | scalp, and your vision ripples again slightly. Funny; the glasses Floyd | aren't chafing you anymore. They feel perfectly comfortable, in fact. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "x nagging thought" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | There's that nagging worry again. Something you were supposed to do, Floyd | and forgot... what was it? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think" | ||||
Floyd | Yeah. Think real hard. Floyd | Suddenly, you remember -- the paperwork! It never got filed! How could Floyd | you have let a careless mistake slip by? You chide yourself, then Floyd | remind yourself that it's been a hectic day -- anytime an office Floyd | undergoes a 75% staff turnover, you can expect there's going to be a Floyd | few loose ends left around when it's all over. Floyd | Floyd | Guess it's up to you to sort them out, then. Right? Floyd | Floyd | You take your ink stamp firmly in hand. It's time to get to work. Floyd | You're looking forward to it, really. After all, this is where you've Floyd | always wanted to be, doing what you've always wanted to do. You could Floyd | never find a better job than this, even if you spent your whole life Floyd | looking. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have learned to love yourself *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In this game, you have finally managed to love life. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | DavidW says, "yeah, that's what I figured would happen" | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | grim says, "no clues there then" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a silver tile, some glasses, a letter opener, a Floyd | plastic cup, a fire extinguisher, the original crumpled dollar bill, a Floyd | hanger, Furman's jacket, a pair of scissors, a shiny key, a wooden Floyd | shim, a memo, some paperwork, a little white bottle (which is open), Floyd | inside which are some gray pills, a little gray bottle (which is Floyd | open), inside which are some white pills and an ink stamp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read bill" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing written on the original crumpled dollar bill. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x nickel" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Didn't we get a nickel way back when?" | |||
| grim says, "we put it in the machine" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "we did?" | ||||
| grim says, "yup" | ||||
| DavidW says, "drat" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "You expected 5 cents to be enough to buy something?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | What few pathetic nods to biological necessity are allowed by the firm Floyd | have been shoved away into the northeast corner. There's a coffee Floyd | maker in the corner, a vending machine against the east wall, and a Floyd | door to the restroom to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine is lying face down and smashed amidst a pile of Floyd | nougat bars and Beechnut gum. Floyd | Floyd | There's a ragged hole hacked into the east wall, where the vending Floyd | machine used to stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | grim didn't do it! | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push coin return" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x button" | ||||
Floyd | You push it to get some coffee, if you think you can stomach it. Floyd | Floyd | > | grim says, "pretty sure it's lost in there now" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "break machine" | ||||
Floyd | You give the broken vending machine a good, hard thump. You thump it Floyd | again, a bit harder this time. Next thing you know, you're pounding on Floyd | the broken vending machine again and again for all you're worth -- you Floyd | stop yourself, feeling a bit light-headed. Damn. You hate it when that Floyd | happens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "x workings" | ||||
Floyd | It's a lot of mechanical stuff, mostly beyond you. Anyway, it never Floyd | worked right when it was intact, so why should it be of any use now? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| aash29 says (to floyd), "search machine" | ||||
Floyd | Peering into the machine, you can see the bent and shattered inner Floyd | mechanisms, but not much else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take mechanisms" | ||||
Floyd | They're hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "get workings" | ||||
Floyd | They're hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| aash29 says (to floyd), "search mechanisms" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search mechanisms" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x glasses" | ||||
Floyd | The thick, black, and somewhat sticky glasses are all that remains of Floyd | that former bastard, Biedermeyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "clean glasses" | ||||
Floyd | It doesn't get a whole lot cleaner. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm tempted to examine ceilings for clues at this point." | |||
| Jota says, "Strangely, I don't remembe this part of the game being this hard." | ||||
| Jota says, "Although I don't remember what to do next." | ||||
| Jota says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | What few pathetic nods to biological necessity are allowed by the firm Floyd | have been shoved away into the northeast corner. There's a coffee Floyd | maker in the corner, a vending machine against the east wall, and a Floyd | door to the restroom to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine is lying face down and smashed amidst a pile of Floyd | nougat bars and Beechnut gum. Floyd | Floyd | There's a ragged hole hacked into the east wall, where the vending Floyd | machine used to stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jota says (to Floyd), "x gum" | ||||
Floyd | It's all over the place; dozens of nougat bars and hundreds of sticks Floyd | of Beechnut, all squishing and melting underfoot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jota says (to Floyd), "get gum" | ||||
Floyd | What the hell for? It's worthless garbage. Let that bastard Floyd | Biedermeyer clean it up, if he wants. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to Jota), "We skipped a bit with the vending machine. We never put the fake bill in it." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search bars" | ||||
Floyd | You sift through the wreckage for a while, but find nothing of any Floyd | interest or use. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move machine" | ||||
Floyd | You are unable to. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put fake bill in slot" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x slot" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x changer" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | As usual, Benson's corner of the office, is a filthy sty. Files, Floyd | papers, supplies lying around everywhere. You don't know how anyone Floyd | could work in these conditions. A vast bank of filing cabinets stands Floyd | against the west wall, behind Benson's desk. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x supplies" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x files" | ||||
Floyd | The filing cabinets cover the entire east wall. Their drawers are Floyd | perpetually closed. You've never even seen Benson go into them; then Floyd | again, you've never handed him a stamped request form, either. Floyd | Floyd | Well, except for today, anyway. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||||
Floyd | The featureless grid of white, acoustical tiles hanging above your Floyd | head is unbroken in every direction. Every third or fourth tile Floyd | contains a softly humming fluorescent light. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jota says (to Floyd), "search cabinets" | ||||
Floyd | It's just empty folders. All of it. There's absolutely nothing in Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tiles" | ||||
Floyd | The featureless grid of white, acoustical tiles hanging above your Floyd | head is unbroken in every direction. Every third or fourth tile Floyd | contains a softly humming fluorescent light. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "move tiles" | ||||
| Jota says (to Floyd), "x light" | ||||
Floyd | The ceiling is out of your reach. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | The blue-white rectangles of brightly glowing plastic generate an Floyd | irritating hum that just tickles the edge of human hearing. Floyd | Occasionally, one of them will flicker slightly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jota says (to Floyd), "get tile" | ||||
Floyd | (the silver tile) Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "stand on desk" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a silver tile, some glasses, a letter opener, a Floyd | plastic cup, a fire extinguisher, the original crumpled dollar bill, a Floyd | hanger, Furman's jacket, a pair of scissors, a shiny key, a wooden Floyd | shim, a memo, some paperwork, a little white bottle (which is open), Floyd | inside which are some gray pills, a little gray bottle (which is Floyd | open), inside which are some white pills and an ink stamp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||
Floyd | You hear that ringing in your ears again, just like always. Damn sound Floyd | never goes away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | What few pathetic nods to biological necessity are allowed by the firm Floyd | have been shoved away into the northeast corner. There's a coffee Floyd | maker in the corner, a vending machine against the east wall, and a Floyd | door to the restroom to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine is lying face down and smashed amidst a pile of Floyd | nougat bars and Beechnut gum. Floyd | Floyd | There's a ragged hole hacked into the east wall, where the vending Floyd | machine used to stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The restroom door wheezes shut behind you as you pass through. Floyd | Floyd | Restroom Floyd | Every wall, fixture and counter surface in this restroom is painted an Floyd | intolerably bright, eye-bending nuclear orange. The reasoning behind Floyd | this choice of decor is unclear -- perhaps the hope is that someone Floyd | who is tense enough to crack walnuts with his ass cheeks isn't going Floyd | to be spending lots of time on a toilet seat. Anyway, there's a sink Floyd | and mirror in the north wall, and a stall to the east. Or you could Floyd | just leave to the south. Floyd | Floyd | The gutted smoke detector hangs limply from the ceiling, its innards Floyd | exposed and dangling. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see the stool here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take stool" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | What few pathetic nods to biological necessity are allowed by the firm Floyd | have been shoved away into the northeast corner. There's a coffee Floyd | maker in the corner, a vending machine against the east wall, and a Floyd | door to the restroom to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine is lying face down and smashed amidst a pile of Floyd | nougat bars and Beechnut gum. Floyd | Floyd | There's a ragged hole hacked into the east wall, where the vending Floyd | machine used to stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | As usual, Benson's corner of the office, is a filthy sty. Files, Floyd | papers, supplies lying around everywhere. You don't know how anyone Floyd | could work in these conditions. A vast bank of filing cabinets stands Floyd | against the west wall, behind Benson's desk. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "If you want to reach the tiles." | |||
| DavidW says, "Perhaps my idea to examine ceilings wasn't far off after all." | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "drop stool. stand on stool" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | You get onto the stool. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "push tiles" | ||||
Floyd | The ceiling is still just a few millimeters beyond the tips of your Floyd | fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tiles" | ||||
Floyd | The featureless grid of white, acoustical tiles hanging above your Floyd | head is unbroken in every direction. Every third or fourth tile Floyd | contains a softly humming fluorescent light. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push tiles with extinguisher" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push tiles with opener" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "hit tiles with extinguisher" | ||||
Floyd | The ceiling is still just a few millimeters beyond the tips of your Floyd | fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a silver tile, some glasses, a letter opener, a Floyd | plastic cup, a fire extinguisher, the original crumpled dollar bill, a Floyd | hanger, Furman's jacket, a pair of scissors, a shiny key, a wooden Floyd | shim, a memo, some paperwork, a little white bottle (which is open), Floyd | inside which are some gray pills, a little gray bottle (which is Floyd | open), inside which are some white pills and an ink stamp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "break tiles" | ||||
Floyd | The ceiling is still just a few millimeters beyond the tips of your Floyd | fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| aash29 says (to floyd), "get tile" | ||||
Floyd | (the silver tile) Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| aash29 says (to floyd), "jump" | ||||
Floyd | Your head slams painfully against the ceiling. Lousy, stupid, Floyd | stinking, crappy ceiling! You try to rub your head and shake your fist Floyd | at the same time, but the coordination required is beyond you. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more steamed.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| aash29 says (to floyd), "x ceiling" | ||||
Floyd | The featureless grid of white, acoustical tiles hanging above your Floyd | head is unbroken in every direction. Every third or fourth tile Floyd | contains a softly humming fluorescent light. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You get off the stool. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stool" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Furman's Corner Floyd | The northwest corner is Furman's area. Everything is tucked away and Floyd | tidy, which is exactly how that obsessive freak likes it. The Floyd | photocopier squats over by the west wall, and a short corridor to the Floyd | north leads to that bastard Biedermeyer's office. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk is a microfiche reader. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | If you feel like visiting that bastard Biedermeyer, you can go north; Floyd | otherwise you can wander around the rest of the office to the east, Floyd | south or southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Short Corridor Floyd | This short, empty corridor connects the main office area, to the Floyd | south, with Biedermeyer's office, to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The door to Biedermeyer's office stands open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Biedermeyer's Office Floyd | Biedermeyer's inner sanctum: a featureless cube with smooth, gray Floyd | walls, and his desk sitting in the exact center like a great black Floyd | sarcophagus. There is one door. It is south. Floyd | Floyd | The door to Biedermeyer's office stands open. Floyd | Floyd | All that's left of that bastard Biedermeyer is a puddle of melted goo Floyd | in the middle of the carpet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||||
Floyd | The featureless grid of white, acoustical tiles hanging above your Floyd | head is unbroken in every direction. Every third or fourth tile Floyd | contains a softly humming fluorescent light. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put stool on desk" | ||||
Floyd | You put the stool on the desk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on stool" | ||||
Floyd | (getting onto the desk) Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stool" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop it" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on it" | ||||
Floyd | You get onto the stool. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||||
Floyd | The featureless grid of white, acoustical tiles hanging above your Floyd | head is unbroken in every direction. Every third or fourth tile Floyd | contains a softly humming fluorescent light. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open tiles" | ||||
Floyd | The ceiling is still just a few millimeters beyond the tips of your Floyd | fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch tiles" | ||||
Floyd | The ceiling is still just a few millimeters beyond the tips of your Floyd | fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push tiles" | ||||
Floyd | The ceiling is still just a few millimeters beyond the tips of your Floyd | fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You get off the stool. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put shim on stool" | ||||
Floyd | You put the wooden shim on the stool. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on shim" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shim" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put shim under stool" | ||||
Floyd | You're getting nowhere fast, buddy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop shim" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stool" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put stool on shim" | ||||
Floyd | Putting things on the wooden shim would achieve nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shim" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin asks, "Anyone else feel like seeing if the hints can help?" | |||
| DavidW says, "hm. It's not like we have a phone book to stand on." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop stool" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put tile on stool" | ||||
Floyd | (the silver tile on the stool) Floyd | You put the silver tile on the stool. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "I'm wondering if we've messed up somewhere." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on tile" | ||||
Floyd | (the silver tile) Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take tile" | ||||
Floyd | (the silver tile) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "maybe" | |||
| grim says, "it seems to me that if you mess up you get a death ending" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Shall we get a hint?" | ||||
| grim says, "although I suppose if we didn't take the water in to biedermeyer that would have been a mess-up" | ||||
| Marvin says, "I'm ready to get a hint." | ||||
| grim says, "I guess so" | ||||
| Marvin says, "Because I have no idea what to do next." | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "hint" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Helpful Hints Floyd | Floyd | Use the arrow keys to point to a question. Floyd | Press ENTER to select the question. Floyd | Press BACKSPACE to back out of the menu system. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > Just what the hell is going on here, anyway? Floyd | What do I do at my desk? Floyd | What do I do at Furman's desk? Floyd | What do I do in Biedermeyer's office? Floyd | So what do I do with this number? | DavidW says, "We could examine all the ceilings to see if one stands out." | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "q" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Biedermeyer's Office Floyd | Biedermeyer's inner sanctum: a featureless cube with smooth, gray Floyd | walls, and his desk sitting in the exact center like a great black Floyd | sarcophagus. There is one door. It is south. Floyd | Floyd | The door to Biedermeyer's office stands open. Floyd | Floyd | All that's left of that bastard Biedermeyer is a puddle of melted goo Floyd | in the middle of the carpet. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see the stool here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Short Corridor Floyd | This short, empty corridor connects the main office area, to the Floyd | south, with Biedermeyer's office, to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The door to Biedermeyer's office stands open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||||
Floyd | The featureless grid of white, acoustical tiles hanging above your Floyd | head is unbroken in every direction. Every third or fourth tile Floyd | contains a softly humming fluorescent light. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Furman's Corner Floyd | The northwest corner is Furman's area. Everything is tucked away and Floyd | tidy, which is exactly how that obsessive freak likes it. The Floyd | photocopier squats over by the west wall, and a short corridor to the Floyd | north leads to that bastard Biedermeyer's office. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk is a microfiche reader. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||||
Floyd | The featureless grid of white, acoustical tiles hanging above your Floyd | head is unbroken in every direction. Every third or fourth tile Floyd | contains a softly humming fluorescent light. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | This is your scratching ground, your own little slice of the shit pie Floyd | these sons of bitches call an office -- and don't think for a second Floyd | that you didn't have to fight like hell to get it. Neatly shoved away Floyd | into the southwest corner of the general work area, where they think Floyd | you can't get into any mischief. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are an in-tray (which is empty), an out-tray (which is Floyd | empty) and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||||
Floyd | The featureless grid of white, acoustical tiles hanging above your Floyd | head is unbroken in every direction. Every third or fourth tile Floyd | contains a softly humming fluorescent light. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | As usual, Benson's corner of the office, is a filthy sty. Files, Floyd | papers, supplies lying around everywhere. You don't know how anyone Floyd | could work in these conditions. A vast bank of filing cabinets stands Floyd | against the west wall, behind Benson's desk. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||||
Floyd | The featureless grid of white, acoustical tiles hanging above your Floyd | head is unbroken in every direction. Every third or fourth tile Floyd | contains a softly humming fluorescent light. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | What few pathetic nods to biological necessity are allowed by the firm Floyd | have been shoved away into the northeast corner. There's a coffee Floyd | maker in the corner, a vending machine against the east wall, and a Floyd | door to the restroom to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine is lying face down and smashed amidst a pile of Floyd | nougat bars and Beechnut gum. Floyd | Floyd | There's a ragged hole hacked into the east wall, where the vending Floyd | machine used to stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||||
Floyd | The featureless grid of white, acoustical tiles hanging above your Floyd | head is unbroken in every direction. Every third or fourth tile Floyd | contains a softly humming fluorescent light. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The restroom door wheezes shut behind you as you pass through. Floyd | Floyd | Restroom Floyd | Every wall, fixture and counter surface in this restroom is painted an Floyd | intolerably bright, eye-bending nuclear orange. The reasoning behind Floyd | this choice of decor is unclear -- perhaps the hope is that someone Floyd | who is tense enough to crack walnuts with his ass cheeks isn't going Floyd | to be spending lots of time on a toilet seat. Anyway, there's a sink Floyd | and mirror in the north wall, and a stall to the east. Or you could Floyd | just leave to the south. Floyd | Floyd | The gutted smoke detector hangs limply from the ceiling, its innards Floyd | exposed and dangling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||||
Floyd | The ceiling is painted bright orange, just like everything else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "hit mirror with fire extinguisher" | ||||
Floyd | You give the mirror a good, hard thump. You thump it again, a bit Floyd | harder this time. Next thing you know, you're pounding on the mirror Floyd | again and again for all you're worth -- you stop yourself, feeling a Floyd | bit light-headed. Damn. You hate it when that happens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look behind mirror" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take mirror" | ||||
Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | grim says, "pesky plastic mirrors" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x detector" | ||||
Floyd | That piece of crap hasn't detected so much as a bugfart since the day Floyd | they installed it. It only (and always) goes off whenever someone Floyd | actually enters the bathroom, letting forth with a piercing shriek Floyd | high enough to break up kidney stones. A further deterrent for anyone Floyd | too comatose to be bothered by the paint, probably. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "scratch paint" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x paint" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cut wall" | ||||
Floyd | (with the scissors) Floyd | You can't get the little blades around the wall well enough to cut it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "scrape paint" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x paint" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search walls" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search wall" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Hmm." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hint" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Helpful Hints Floyd | Floyd | Use the arrow keys to point to a question. Floyd | Press ENTER to select the question. Floyd | Press BACKSPACE to back out of the menu system. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > Just what the hell is going on here, anyway? Floyd | What do I do at my desk? Floyd | What do I do at Furman's desk? Floyd | What do I do in Biedermeyer's office? Floyd | So what do I do with this number? | Marvin says, "Can I try something? It involves wearing the glasses." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "q" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Restroom Floyd | Every wall, fixture and counter surface in this restroom is painted an Floyd | intolerably bright, eye-bending nuclear orange. The reasoning behind Floyd | this choice of decor is unclear -- perhaps the hope is that someone Floyd | who is tense enough to crack walnuts with his ass cheeks isn't going Floyd | to be spending lots of time on a toilet seat. Anyway, there's a sink Floyd | and mirror in the north wall, and a stall to the east. Or you could Floyd | just leave to the south. Floyd | Floyd | The gutted smoke detector hangs limply from the ceiling, its innards Floyd | exposed and dangling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Snack Bar Floyd | What few pathetic nods to biological necessity are allowed by the firm Floyd | have been shoved away into the northeast corner. There's a coffee Floyd | maker in the corner, a vending machine against the east wall, and a Floyd | door to the restroom to the north. Floyd | Floyd | The vending machine is lying face down and smashed amidst a pile of Floyd | nougat bars and Beechnut gum. Floyd | Floyd | There's a ragged hole hacked into the east wall, where the vending Floyd | machine used to stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Benson's Corner Floyd | As usual, Benson's corner of the office, is a filthy sty. Files, Floyd | papers, supplies lying around everywhere. You don't know how anyone Floyd | could work in these conditions. A vast bank of filing cabinets stands Floyd | against the west wall, behind Benson's desk. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are some scattered papers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | This is your scratching ground, your own little slice of the shit pie Floyd | these sons of bitches call an office -- and don't think for a second Floyd | that you didn't have to fight like hell to get it. Neatly shoved away Floyd | into the southwest corner of the general work area, where they think Floyd | you can't get into any mischief. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are an in-tray (which is empty), an out-tray (which is Floyd | empty) and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "wear glasses" | ||||
Floyd | You settle the glasses firmly onto your nose. They fit rather tightly, Floyd | chafing uncomfortably behind your ears. Floyd | Floyd | Your vision blurs momentarily as your eyes adjust to the strange Floyd | lenses, but after a second or two you're seeing fine. Floyd | Floyd | Some random thought is nagging at you. You're not sure what it is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x phone" | ||||
Floyd | Oh yeah, the phone. You can't make outgoing calls on it; there's no Floyd | dial. You don't even know why it's on your desk. Presumably, you're Floyd | expected to answer it if it rings, but it never does. Never has. Not Floyd | once. Not ever. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "Okay." | |||
| Marvin says, "I wanted to see if the phone looked any different." | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "take phone" | ||||
Floyd | Silence. Nothing on the line but hissing silence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "wear glasses" | ||||
Floyd | You settle the glasses firmly onto your nose. They fit rather tightly, Floyd | chafing uncomfortably behind your ears. Floyd | Floyd | Your vision blurs momentarily as your eyes adjust to the strange Floyd | lenses, but after a second or two you're seeing fine. Floyd | Floyd | Some random thought is nagging at you. You're not sure what it is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x tile" | ||||
Floyd | (the silver tile) Floyd | Blurry, but just visible, you can see out the number 9070 etched Floyd | across one side of the tile. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "say" | ||||
Floyd | (to yourself) Floyd | There is no reply. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hold on" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn tile over" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn tile" | ||||
Floyd | (the silver tile) Floyd | Nothing obvious happens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn over tile" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I guess that's not it" | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a silver tile, a wooden shim, some glasses, a letter Floyd | opener, a plastic cup, a fire extinguisher, the original crumpled Floyd | dollar bill, a hanger, Furman's jacket, a pair of scissors, a shiny Floyd | key, a memo, some paperwork, a little white bottle (which is open), Floyd | inside which are some gray pills, a little gray bottle (which is Floyd | open), inside which are some white pills and an ink stamp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "hint" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Helpful Hints Floyd | Floyd | Use the arrow keys to point to a question. Floyd | Press ENTER to select the question. Floyd | Press BACKSPACE to back out of the menu system. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > Just what the hell is going on here, anyway? Floyd | What do I do at my desk? Floyd | What do I do at Furman's desk? Floyd | What do I do in Biedermeyer's office? Floyd | So what do I do with this number? | DavidW says, "I wonder where the pink chubby fairies are supposed to be." | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "instructions on how to use floyd" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Helpful Hints Floyd | Floyd | Use the arrow keys to point to a question. Floyd | Press ENTER to select the question. Floyd | Press BACKSPACE to back out of the menu system. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > Just what the hell is going on here, anyway? Floyd | What do I do at my desk? Floyd | What do I do at Furman's desk? Floyd | What do I do in Biedermeyer's office? Floyd | So what do I do with this number? | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "p" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Helpful Hints Floyd | Floyd | Use the arrow keys to point to a question. Floyd | Press ENTER to select the question. Floyd | Press BACKSPACE to back out of the menu system. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Just what the hell is going on here, anyway? Floyd | What do I do at my desk? Floyd | What do I do at Furman's desk? Floyd | What do I do in Biedermeyer's office? Floyd | > So what do I do with this number? | ||||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Helpful Hints Floyd | Floyd | Use the arrow keys to point to a question. Floyd | Press ENTER to select the question. Floyd | Press BACKSPACE to back out of the menu system. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Just what the hell is going on here, anyway? Floyd | What do I do at my desk? Floyd | What do I do at Furman's desk? Floyd | What do I do in Biedermeyer's office? Floyd | > So what do I do with this number? Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Try typing it into the keypad. Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | Marvin asks, "Keypad?" | |||
| DavidW asks, "What keypad?" | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "q" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Helpful Hints Floyd | Floyd | Use the arrow keys to point to a question. Floyd | Press ENTER to select the question. Floyd | Press BACKSPACE to back out of the menu system. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Just what the hell is going on here, anyway? Floyd | What do I do at my desk? Floyd | What do I do at Furman's desk? Floyd | What do I do in Biedermeyer's office? Floyd | > So what do I do with this number? | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "q" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Your Corner Floyd | This is your scratching ground, your own little slice of the shit pie Floyd | these sons of bitches call an office -- and don't think for a second Floyd | that you didn't have to fight like hell to get it. Neatly shoved away Floyd | into the southwest corner of the general work area, where they think Floyd | you can't get into any mischief. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk are an in-tray (which is empty), an out-tray (which is Floyd | empty) and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Furman's Corner Floyd | The northwest corner is Furman's area. Everything is tucked away and Floyd | tidy, which is exactly how that obsessive freak likes it. The Floyd | photocopier squats over by the west wall, and a short corridor to the Floyd | north leads to that bastard Biedermeyer's office. Floyd | Floyd | On the desk is a microfiche reader. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x copier" | ||||
Floyd | The photocopier is a hulking technological monstrosity that you've Floyd | never been able to satisfactorily figure out. It's got about fourteen Floyd | billion buttons on it and the only one you know how to use is the big Floyd | green one marked 'COPY'. There's also a lid on top (paper goes in), Floyd | and a small hopper off to one side (paper comes out). That's as Floyd | familiar as you've ever cared to (or are ever likely to) get with this Floyd | thing. Floyd | Floyd | Currently, the lid is open and the hopper contains a pile of shredded Floyd | paper and a counterfeit bill. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x reader" | ||||
Floyd | Furman loves that reader; it's like his special toy. He never lets Floyd | anyone else touch it -- says it's "too complicated," though it can't Floyd | be that difficult if a terminal moron like Furman can operate it. Floyd | Anyway, the only controls are a toggle switch and a small button. Floyd | The microfiche reader is currently switched on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "x keypad" | ||||
Floyd | It's a standard numeric keypad with keys from 0 to 9. It's looks Floyd | simple enough, but you don't really know what it does. Floyd | Floyd | > | Marvin says, "RRRRRAAARGH." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shredded" | ||||
Floyd | You did a handsome job; there isn't a scrap left big enough to be Floyd | recognizable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "type 9070 on keypad" | ||||
Floyd | As you punch in the final digit, the copier starts to hum. Ominously. Floyd | It's never made that sound before; not even the time you got your Floyd | necktie caught in the collator and, in a fit of panic, started Floyd | bludgeoning the cables in back with Furman's rolodex. No, that was Floyd | more of a guttural wheeze. This is most definitely a hum. Floyd | Floyd | Ever-wary, you take a few prudent steps back. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly, the lid flies open! A blinding white light pours out through Floyd | the glass, a coruscating torrent from the machine's inner core! Floyd | Floyd | This is it, you think, throwing up your arms to shield your eyes. The Floyd | whole thing's going nova. I'll never be frosty again -- Floyd | Floyd | ...and then the light is gone. Floyd | Floyd | Slowly, you open your eyes. Floyd | Floyd | Where the copier once stood, there is now only a slightly lighter Floyd | patch of carpet... Floyd | Floyd | ...and a door. Floyd | Floyd | [You have just become a little bit more frosty.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | You are currently feeling very frosty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | It's an utterly plain wooden door, painted white. There is a brass Floyd | doorknob on it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | Timidly, you reach out and turn the brass doorknob. It turns smoothly. Floyd | You take a deep breath. You pull the door open. Floyd | Floyd | The hinges creak, very slightly. Floyd | Floyd | Looking through the open doorway, you note with no small relief that Floyd | the other side really is everything you'd always hoped it would be. Floyd | Without an ounce of trepidation, you step through... Floyd | Floyd | | ||||
| grim pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Hillside Floyd | You are standing at the top of a hill of velvety green, overlooking a Floyd | scene of pastoral delight. In the valley below, young men and women in Floyd | wispy robes frolic chastely about, dancing together amongst the Floyd | wildflowers and the romping sheep. Everyone is laughing. Everyone has Floyd | a pretty pink balloon that they hold by its string. It is innocence Floyd | and carefree, everywhere you look. Floyd | Floyd | Also, you notice immediately, you are naked. Completely naked. This Floyd | doesn't bother you as much as part of you thinks it should. Floyd | Floyd | The sun is just setting, and the sky is the beautiful color of the Floyd | inside of seashells. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | As you stand there, dumbfounded, you notice something large and pink Floyd | gently bobbing toward you from out of the gorgeous sky. As it draws Floyd | closer, you see that it is a naked fat man. He alights on the grass Floyd | next to you and smiles in greeting. Floyd | Floyd | "Welcome," he says in a comfortingly avuncular voice. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ah. The aforementioned pink chubby fairy" | |||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "ask man about fairy" | ||||
Floyd | He smiles and answers, "My job is merely to ensure that your Floyd | transition here is as comfortable as possible. Floyd | Floyd | "We were hoping you would make it. It's been a long, difficult time Floyd | for you, I know. But you'll find it much different here." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "ask man about blue" | ||||
Floyd | "All that is behind you now," says the fat naked man. Floyd | Floyd | "You'll need these," he tells you, handing you a pink balloon and a Floyd | gown of diaphanous material. "They'll help you fit in. We've tried to Floyd | provide an environment for you that is safe. Something that you'll Floyd | have no trouble," he adds, indicating the valley with a sweep of his Floyd | pudgy hand, "...accommodating." Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "WAIT" | |||
| Marvin says, "Yeah..." | ||||
| DavidW says, "That's the same party line" | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "ask man about robertson" | ||||
Floyd | "All that is behind you now," says the fat naked man. Floyd | Floyd | "Well, enjoy your stay," says the fat naked man, clapping you heartily Floyd | on the back. "Don't misbehave, now." He raises his eyebrows and taps Floyd | the side of his nose, and for the first time you notice that he's Floyd | wearing thick, black-framed glasses. Floyd | Floyd | "Remember to stay frosty," he says as he floats away into the sunset. Floyd | Floyd | But you hardly hear him. You are filled with a rapture, a fantastic Floyd | sense of belonging like you have never before felt, as you skip down Floyd | the hillside, balloon in hand. The young men and women welcome you Floyd | with open arms, and everywhere sheep are bleating. Floyd | Floyd | You know, then, that you could never find a better place than this, Floyd | even if you spent your whole life looking. Floyd | | Marvin says, "I don't think we've got a choice, though." | |||
| DavidW says, "oh, I bet we do" | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | *** You have learned to love yourself *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In this game, you have finally managed to love life. Floyd | Floyd | This, technically, is the actual "end" of the game. You can RESTART, Floyd | RESTORE and all that jazz, if you want to, just like usual, or you can Floyd | read the author's POSTSCRIPT. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Even tapped the side of his nose" | |||
| aash29 says (to floyd), "postscript" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | "What? Are you shitting me? THIS is how it ends?!?" Floyd | Floyd | Well, yes. It took me weeks to figure out what the ending of this game Floyd | should be, and when the land of fat naked men finally dawned on me, I Floyd | realized that it was the only ending that could possibly make sense Floyd | and still be true to the story. Floyd | Floyd | Then, later, I decided that it was really just a cheap, cop-out, Floyd | shaggy dog ending and a lot of people would be pissed at me. Floyd | Floyd | Now I'm kind of leaning the other way again. Floyd | Floyd | But it's also occurred to me that I could use this unconventional Floyd | ending as an opportunity to take an analytical crowbar, if you will, Floyd | to certain pre-conceived notions we have about how IF is structured. I Floyd | don't want to attach too much unwarranted significance to this: I Floyd | didn't, after all, start out writing this game with these themes in Floyd | mind. But various comments from my beta-testers got me thinking about Floyd | these ideas, and I think they might be worth discussing, so I'll just Floyd | pass them right along to you. Floyd | Floyd | So let this, then, be my actual contribution to IF Comp '98. If even Floyd | one of these points gets mentioned on RAIF, I will feel just as Floyd | rewarded as though I were already popping open that can of Ass-Kickin' Floyd | Peanuts. Floyd | Floyd | Think about it, for a minute: Floyd | Floyd | Is this the most "optimal" ending in the game? Floyd | (And I don't mean just because you get to read this postscript!) Floyd | Floyd | Are any of the endings in the game "optimal"? Floyd | (I will maintain that getting crushed by the vending machine is a Floyd | definite loser; otherwise, any ending is up for grabs.) Floyd | Floyd | Is this ending true to the story? Was it inevitable? Could this story Floyd | have ended any other way? Floyd | Floyd | Do the motivations of the main character in a work of IF always need Floyd | to be the same as the motivations of the person playing it? What if Floyd | the main character is thoroughly dislikable, or his motivations Floyd | morally repugnant? Floyd | Floyd | Does the ultimate goal of the main character in a work of IF always Floyd | need to coincide with what the player feels is the "optimal" ending? Floyd | Floyd | If what is optimal for the player doesn't jive with what is optimal Floyd | for the main character, then how does one "win" the game? Floyd | Floyd | Maybe you should have just tossed the paperwork in the out-tray a Floyd | second time -- a winning score in less than 10 moves. Is the object of Floyd | this game really to get totally frosty -- or is it to stay totally Floyd | steamed? Floyd | Floyd | Have you actually won this game? Floyd | Floyd | Or am I just full of beans? Floyd | | DavidW says, "I was wondering it we could pop the balloon." | |||
| DavidW says, "er, if we could" | ||||
| Marvin says, "That was an odd little game." | ||||
| DavidW says, "But I guess that is the real ending after all." | ||||
| DavidW says, "yeah. odd." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I never understood the steamed/frosty business." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Perhaps the status line, if I could see it, would've helped there." | ||||
| grim says, "just guidance for when you're doing Right Things, I think" | ||||
| Marvin pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | This, technically, is the actual "end" of the game. You can RESTART, Floyd | RESTORE and all that jazz, if you want to, just like usual, or you can Floyd | read the author's POSTSCRIPT. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hillside Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hillside Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Marvin says (to Floyd), "x man" | ||||
Floyd | The man is fat -- but he's fat in a very jolly, almost healthy sort of Floyd | way. Firm and pudgy all around, with very shiny, rosy skin. Cherubic Floyd | is the sort of word that springs to mind when you look at him, Floyd | although whatever vague conceptions you ever had about cherubs (and Floyd | you never had that many) generally involved little babies with wings, Floyd | and this guy is in his forties if he's a day. Maybe they're branching Floyd | out. Floyd | Floyd | He's also completely naked. But the less said about that, the better. Floyd | Floyd | The naked fat man is carrying a gauzy robe and a pink balloon on a Floyd | long string. Floyd | Floyd | "You'll need these," he tells you, handing you a pink balloon and a Floyd | gown of diaphanous material. "They'll help you fit in. We've tried to Floyd | provide an environment for you that is safe. Something that you'll Floyd | have no trouble," he adds, indicating the valley with a sweep of his Floyd | pudgy hand, "...accommodating." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "drop balloon" | ||||
Floyd | But if you let go of the string, your balloon will fly away! Floyd | Floyd | "Well, enjoy your stay," says the fat naked man, clapping you heartily Floyd | on the back. "Don't misbehave, now." He raises his eyebrows and taps Floyd | the side of his nose, and for the first time you notice that he's Floyd | wearing thick, black-framed glasses. Floyd | Floyd | "Remember to stay frosty," he says as he floats away into the sunset. Floyd | Floyd | But you hardly hear him. You are filled with a rapture, a fantastic Floyd | sense of belonging like you have never before felt, as you skip down Floyd | the hillside, balloon in hand. The young men and women welcome you Floyd | with open arms, and everywhere sheep are bleating. Floyd | Floyd | You know, then, that you could never find a better place than this, Floyd | even if you spent your whole life looking. Floyd | | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pop balloon" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | | ||||
| grim pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | *** You have learned to love yourself *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In this game, you have finally managed to love life. Floyd | Floyd | This, technically, is the actual "end" of the game. You can RESTART, Floyd | RESTORE and all that jazz, if you want to, just like usual, or you can Floyd | read the author's POSTSCRIPT. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hillside Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hillside Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | | ||||
| grim pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | I beg your pardon? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hillside Floyd | You are standing at the top of a hill of velvety green, overlooking a Floyd | scene of pastoral delight. In the valley below, young men and women in Floyd | wispy robes frolic chastely about, dancing together amongst the Floyd | wildflowers and the romping sheep. Everyone is laughing. Everyone has Floyd | a pretty pink balloon that they hold by its string. It is innocence Floyd | and carefree, everywhere you look. Floyd | The fat naked man beams at you seraphically. Floyd | Floyd | "You'll need these," he tells you, handing you a pink balloon and a Floyd | gown of diaphanous material. "They'll help you fit in. We've tried to Floyd | provide an environment for you that is safe. Something that you'll Floyd | have no trouble," he adds, indicating the valley with a sweep of his Floyd | pudgy hand, "...accommodating." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pop balloon" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| grim says (to floyd), "get glasses" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We lost all our inventory when we entered here." | |||
| grim says, "the man is wearing some" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "break balloon" | ||||
Floyd | You give the pink balloon a good, hard thump. You thump it again, a Floyd | bit harder this time. Next thing you know, you're pounding on the pink Floyd | balloon again and again for all you're worth -- you stop yourself, Floyd | feeling a bit light-headed. Damn. You hate it when that happens. Floyd | Floyd | "Well, enjoy your stay," says the fat naked man, clapping you heartily Floyd | on the back. "Don't misbehave, now." He raises his eyebrows and taps Floyd | the side of his nose, and for the first time you notice that he's Floyd | wearing thick, black-framed glasses. Floyd | Floyd | "Remember to stay frosty," he says as he floats away into the sunset. Floyd | Floyd | But you hardly hear him. You are filled with a rapture, a fantastic Floyd | sense of belonging like you have never before felt, as you skip down Floyd | the hillside, balloon in hand. The young men and women welcome you Floyd | with open arms, and everywhere sheep are bleating. Floyd | Floyd | You know, then, that you could never find a better place than this, Floyd | even if you spent your whole life looking. Floyd | | DavidW says, "drat. I guess we can't avoid it." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push yellow" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push yellow" | ||||
Floyd | *** You have learned to love yourself *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In this game, you have finally managed to love life. Floyd | Floyd | This, technically, is the actual "end" of the game. You can RESTART, Floyd | RESTORE and all that jazz, if you want to, just like usual, or you can Floyd | read the author's POSTSCRIPT. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "well. Anything else to try before we wrap it up?" | |||
| DavidW asks, "Other comments?" | ||||
| Marvin says, "I'm done." | ||||
| Marvin says, "Comment: I wish it had been more obvious that the copier had a keypad." | ||||
| Marvin has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | DavidW says, "yeah. I missed that too." | |||
| DavidW says, "Thanks for playing, everyone. We'll be back next week with yet another game to play." | ||||
| grim says, "yes, I don't think I'd have got through the copier unhinted" | ||||
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