  
 
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 A Change in the Weather, written by Andrew Plotkin. A Change in the Weather was originally released as part of the IF Competition, where it took first place. 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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| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load weather" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waiting on the shore; sand yields beneath my feet Floyd | The water shouts and roars and rushes Floyd | And breaks on the rocks, and Floyd | Never comes near to where I wait. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "press space" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | The picnic is going full blast, which is exactly why you've wandered Floyd | away from it. It's not that you don't like your new companions; it's Floyd | just that after weeks of spending each day around them, a noisy weekend Floyd | cook-out isn't the way to relax. Some exploration -- on your own -- is Floyd | an appealing thought. Floyd | Floyd | None of them noticed you drifting away, anyhow. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER Floyd | An Interactive Short Story Floyd | Copyright 1995-6 by Andrew Plotkin. Please copy and play freely. Floyd | (First-time players should type "about".) Floyd | Release 6 / Serial number 960613 / Inform v1405 Library 5/8 Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Meadow Floyd | The grasses are fragrant under the sunshine of a late, late summer Floyd | afternoon. A stream chatters by at your feet, and a weathered old Floyd | wooden bridge stretches across it to the east. Beyond the stream, a Floyd | scrubby hillside stretches upward. Floyd | Floyd | The shouts of the volleyball players and the boom-box thump are Floyd | pleasantly far off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | I beg your pardon? Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "maybe I'll be awake by then. More likely I'll be starving and desparate for food." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I thought I was driving, T! (No worries...)" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think going west ends the game." | ||||
| Taleslinger whistles. | ||||
| Korodzik says, "I wonder what would we do if a game would demand the player to actually type "press space"." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "examine stream.." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x stream" | ||||
Floyd | It's not particularly deep, but it's spectacularly clear. Streaks of Floyd | green trail along the stones at the stream's bottom, and you see the Floyd | rare glint of a fish in the sunlight. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Floyd doesn't do interpret the command 'press space' any differently from any other command." | |||
| Korodzik says, "huh" | ||||
| Jacqueline clears the save counter. | Taleslinger says, "I say we explore a bit first." | |||
| smartgenes says, "how do you type a space i wonder" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Just to see if DW's right... (which I think he is...)" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You turn your back on the hill, and consider the distant shapes of your Floyd | companions. One of them waves hugely to you. You shrug, and begin Floyd | jogging towards them. Floyd | Floyd | *** You have a good time after all. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Meadow Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes asks, "you lose the game by going west?" | |||
| Bert says (to genes), "By pressing the green space button here in the Toyshop." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x fish" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "(so, instread of a good time, we're going elsewhere, heh)" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to sg), "Just like you loose Curses by going >d." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "inventory" | ||||
| DavidW says, "x bridge" | ||||
| Korodzik says, "catch fish" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x bridge" | ||||
Floyd | A narrow span of weathered wood crosses the stream here. The boards are Floyd | vaguely warped, and the handrails aren't quite connected each to the Floyd | next, but it's held this long and you expect it will probably support Floyd | you. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "x sky" | |||
| Taleslinger asks, "Maybe we shouldn't have a driver after all and just save often?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to K), "We can't see the fish, so I doubt we can catch them, but I can try." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x sky" | ||||
Floyd | The sun is sinking slowly in a clear blue sky. It's the end of a long, Floyd | long summer afternoon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "catch fish" | ||||
| WeirdBeard arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take fish" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "just background info i think... though we could go back if we need some water" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Cross the bridge?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "yep" | ||||
| Korodzik says, "well, i guess it's east-going time for us" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "yeh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cross bridge" | ||||
Floyd | The bridge creaks as you cross it, and sways a bit. Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | A slope descends to the noisy stream to the west. The old wooden bridge Floyd | which spans it leans comfortably against the bank at your feet. To the Floyd | east rises the flank of the hill, shining in the afternoon sunlight; Floyd | two usable trails lead up around it, to the south and the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Did we look at the stream or the stones?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "The stream yes." | ||||
| Korodzik says, "the stream, yes, the stones, no" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "The stones, no." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Timing." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x stones" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x stream" | ||||
Floyd | It's not particularly deep, but it's spectacularly clear. Streaks of Floyd | green trail along the stones at the stream's bottom, and you see the Floyd | rare glint of a fish in the sunlight. Floyd | Floyd | The sun is lazily approaching the horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "timed sun." | |||
| Taleslinger x hill? | Taleslinger asks, "x hill?" | |||
| smartgenes says, "i would just move on" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x hill" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game. Floyd | Floyd | > | Korodzik asks, "s or ne?" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "S or NE?" | ||||
| Korodzik says, "Again" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to K), "Quit reading my mind!" | ||||
| Korodzik says, "sorry" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "It is freaky!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| Korodzik switches off his doubtless telepathic skills. | DavidW | On the hill is an ancient voudoo totem that curses you! | |||
| Taleslinger says, "NE" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. The park stretches Floyd | off to the north and west, a vast expanse of bright meadowland, patched Floyd | with dark woods and stitched with streams that glitter in the sunlight. Floyd | In the distance, a lake reflects orange fire from the setting sun. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Abandoned in the mud near it is a spade. You figure someone was using Floyd | the spade to dig the trench, and you can also figure why he stopped; Floyd | the shaft is broken off about two feet up from the blade. The handle Floyd | end is nowhere in sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Man, just a second ago it was afternoon, and now the sun is setting? That was quick." | |||
| Korodzik says, "Time passes quickly in such beautiful landscape" | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "take shaft?" | ||||
| Bert says, "Perhaps it was late afternoon." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to T), "I think just the spade is there, not its shaft." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take spad" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take spade" | ||||
Floyd | The broken spade is stuck in the dried mud. The shaft bends slightly; Floyd | perhaps you can pull it free. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to T), "Okay, you were right." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take shaft" | ||||
Floyd | The broken spade is stuck in the dried mud. The shaft bends slightly; Floyd | perhaps you can pull it free. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Also, it might have been a big hill." | |||
| Korodzik says, "pull spade" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "pull spade" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pull spade" | ||||
Floyd | You get a good grip on what's left of the shaft. Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | The shaft has snapped off right where it joins the blade. The blade is Floyd | left buried in the mud. Floyd | Floyd | From within some tall grass, you notice a pair of dark eyes. The grass Floyd | blinks, and then it is a small, orange fox who watches you solemnly. Floyd | Floyd | The fox chases around your feet for a moment. It seems to be watching Floyd | something you hold. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Foxes play fetch?" | |||
| Korodzik says, "there's not a lot things that we hold" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "hello fox. You want a piece of this?" | ||||
| (from Jacqueline) DavidW says, "Thump the fox on the head with the stick!" | ||||
| Korodzik says, "This fox enjoys shafts." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Kill it and cook it. Oops, wrong game." | ||||
| smartgenes asks, "were we meant oto break it?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| Korodzik says, "SHAFT FOX" | ||||
| Bert says, "X EYES 'You launch a joke application on a machine at the other end of the network. Somewhere far away, a student busy working on a term paper yelps.'" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to SG), "Not sure. It's early yet, or I'd have saved." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "throw stick" | ||||
Floyd | The fox cocks its head as you wind up; it tenses to spring, and you Floyd | hurl the stick far back into the undergrowth. With a yip the fox Floyd | streaks after it. Floyd | Floyd | A moment later it's back, bushy tail high. It drops its prize at your Floyd | feet. Floyd | Floyd | The fox chases around the spade shaft for a moment, then stops and Floyd | stares at you to make sure you didn't see. Floyd | Floyd | > | Korodzik says, "pet fox" | |||
| Korodzik says, "just because" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Aw. That is just cute." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pet fox" | ||||
Floyd | Without seeming to move, the fox is out of your way. Floyd | Floyd | The sun is settling to the horizon, amid a scattering of clouds which Floyd | have begun to drift in. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Must be a kit." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x clouds" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x sky" | ||||
Floyd | A few bands of cloud are visible on the western horizon, lit by the Floyd | reddening sun. Floyd | Floyd | The fox darts at something in the undergrowth. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Take the stick again" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take stick" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The fox vanishes. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "get blade" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get blade" | ||||
Floyd | The spade blade is stuck in the dried mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "dig mud?" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Can we wet the mud somehow?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig mud" | ||||
Floyd | The mud is dry and quite hard. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Yeah! You'll just need some sort of digging implement." | |||
| DavidW says, "I think it will rain soon." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "and a bottle" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Explore?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "explore more" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yeah, explore" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "get fox" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "to rise the score!" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "SE or E?" | ||||
| Bert says, "SCORE" | ||||
| Korodzik says, "e" | ||||
| WeirdBeard asks, "What about the undergrowth?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | That's not how life works. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Fox left." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x undergrowth" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Korodzik says, "oh wait" | |||
| Bert says, ">SMACK ZARF FOR NOT PERMITTING "SCORE"" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "So the author is if the opinion no one scores in real life?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Zarf doesn't like 'score'." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, let's also smack him for missing a bunch of scenery in a game that sort of begs for it - but this is an older game, I realize." | ||||
| Korodzik says, "no one undoes in real life, too" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "i undo my trousers" | ||||
| Bert says, "I assess my progress quite regularly in real life." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "SE or E?" | ||||
| WeirdBeard says (to talesinger), "Well, so far that's me 100%" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "e" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to wb), "Heh." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "yeah, e" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns southeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows glow in the sunlight, sweeping to the Floyd | ribbons of color on the horizon. Behind you stands the last stony lump Floyd | of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is half-buried at the base of the hilltop. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears from behind the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, ">ASK FOX ABOUT BOULDER" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x boulder" | ||||
Floyd | It's a roundish lump of rock -- about what you thought. Maybe two or Floyd | two-and-a-half feet across. Floyd | Floyd | In the shadow behind the boulder, you notice an edge of deeper Floyd | blackness. It's a cave of some sort. Floyd | Floyd | The western horizon has become a surging sea of gold and scarlet waves. Floyd | The light is magical -- a cool bronze radiance that somehow makes the Floyd | grass and foliage more intensely green than ever. Floyd | Floyd | The fox chases its tail furiously for a moment, then stops and stares Floyd | at you to make sure you didn't see. Floyd | Floyd | > | Korodzik says, "aha, a cave" | |||
| Korodzik says, "those are always worth visiting" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "save then go cave" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "yeah." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I think saving is a good idea, yes." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x cave" | ||||
Floyd | You can only see a few inches of dark emptiness behind the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | The fox chases around your feet for a moment. It seems to be watching Floyd | something you hold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "enter cave" | ||||
Floyd | There are only a few inches of space between the boulder and the cave Floyd | mouth. You can't possibly squeeze through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pry boulder" | ||||
Floyd | You grasp the boulder as best you can and heave -- fruitlessly. It's Floyd | well sunk into the ground. Floyd | Floyd | The moment is gone. The sun has set, although the clouds are still Floyd | well-lit. Floyd | Floyd | The fox vanishes. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "Throw stick in cave?" | |||
| Korodzik asks, "push boulder?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I was hoping to pry the boulder with the stick." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Then again, it broke pretty easily last time." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pry boulder with stick" | ||||
Floyd | The shaft is too thick to wedge under the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "throw stick in cave" | ||||
Floyd | That can't contain things. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "push boulder" | ||||
Floyd | You grasp the boulder as best you can and heave -- fruitlessly. It's Floyd | well sunk into the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Let's keep looking for a better wedge." | |||
| smartgenes says, "lift boulder with stick or wedge boulder" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I tried that already. The stick is too thick." | ||||
| Jacqueline | The shaft is too thick to wedge under the boulder. | ||||
| DavidW says, "Explore more." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Stuck Floyd | in the mud near it is a spade blade. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears beside a clump of weeds. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "this Zmud keeps scrolling up.. or not scrolling down for new entries" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, I went the way we came. Oops." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "pull weeds" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The ground drops off, dangerously steeply, in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Ah - we can't go that way." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows fade in the last light. Behind you stands Floyd | the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the Floyd | northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is half-buried at the base of the hilltop. The mouth of a Floyd | small cave is just visible behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears from behind the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "there was a way se further back" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "So, I guess just nw, then explore from the other locale, yeah." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "get fox" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Stuck Floyd | in the mud near it is a spade blade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER is now in its "verbose" mode, which always Floyd | gives long descriptions of locations (even if you've been there Floyd | before). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. The park stretches Floyd | off to the north and west, a vast expanse of dimming meadowland, Floyd | patched with dark woods and stitched with dark streams. In the Floyd | distance, a lake glows pale in the last light of the sky. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Stuck Floyd | in the mud near it is a spade blade. Floyd | Floyd | The sky is dimming, and a mist is rolling in, under the clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "N?" | |||
| Alex says (to Jacqueline), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that N is part of 'no'. So which part of 'no' don't you understand." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "yes try North" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The hillside drops straight down in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oops." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The hillside drops straight off to the stream in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "E, I'd say." | |||
| Bert asks, "Did we X TRENCH?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns southeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows fade in the mist. Behind you stands the Floyd | last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A small orange fox is perched nearby, staring at you with undisguised Floyd | interest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is half-buried at the base of the hilltop. The mouth of a Floyd | small cave is just visible behind it. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "but we were at the stream" | |||
| DavidW says (to Bert), "No, not yet" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Bert), "Can't remember." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x trench" | ||||
Floyd | The trench is a foot deep or so, and maybe a yard wide. It starts where Floyd | the wide trail turns, and leads west over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns southeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows fade in the mist. Behind you stands the Floyd | last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A small orange fox is perched nearby, staring at you with undisguised Floyd | interest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is half-buried at the base of the hilltop. The mouth of a Floyd | small cave is just visible behind it. Floyd | Floyd | > | WeirdBeard asks, "enter cave?" | |||
| Korodzik says, "too small for us" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, we can't." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to wb), "doesn't work, because the boulder is...timing." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "dig cave?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "There most be more to explore here, methinks." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We need to find something thin to wedge under rock." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig cave" | ||||
Floyd | You won't get far without something to dig with. Floyd | Floyd | The fox chases around your feet for a moment. It seems to be watching Floyd | something you hold. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "examine spade" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "We don't have that." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x spade" | ||||
Floyd | At this point, it's just a two-foot-long stick, broken at both ends. Floyd | Floyd | The fox chases its tail furiously for a moment, then stops and stares Floyd | at you to make sure you didn't see. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I suspect there's someplace where we can throw the stick and the fox will bring back something other than the stick." | |||
| Taleslinger asks, "throw stick in cave?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, it recognizes the shaft as a spade still. Neat." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "try it" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Taleslinger), "Tried that." | ||||
| Korodzik says, "Throw stick into" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I did that. The cave can't contain things." | ||||
| Korodzik says, "oops, ignore that" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "throw stick into cave" | ||||
Floyd | That can't contain things. Floyd | Floyd | The fox has slipped away. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes asks, "was the fox there at the time?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "hmm the cave doesnt contain things" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I think we need to find another wedge." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Or find a mystical talisman that turns us into a fox." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "And I'm thinking maybe the game is unwinnable because we broke the stick off the spade, but maybe not." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Well sure, or that." | ||||
| Korodzik asks, "maybe go down to the bottom of hill and try another path?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. The park stretches Floyd | off to the north and west, a vast expanse of dim meadowland, patched Floyd | with dark woods and stitched with dark streams. A layer of mist is Floyd | rolling across the landscape. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Stuck Floyd | in the mud near it is a spade blade. Floyd | Floyd | The mist is turning to a drizzle of rain. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears beside a clump of weeds. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "well we have no other way to get it yet" | |||
| Taleslinger says, "We could restart. It's not like We've done anything." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to T), "True." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "the rain started for us to get blade" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "go se?" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "pull weeds" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Mist Floyd | hides the stream below and the hilltop above, but the meadows and Floyd | clouds beyond sweep away into the west. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. You could probably use it to get Floyd | across. (One of those little coincidences that makes your life a little Floyd | nicer.) Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears on a nearby rock. Floyd | Floyd | The fox blinks. Floyd | Floyd | > | Korodzik says, "aha" | |||
| Bert asks, "Is anyone mapping?" | ||||
| Bert says, "(To keep track of which directions we know are blocked.)" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Not me, though we probably should." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "climb tree" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "climb tree" | ||||
Floyd | The trunk is smooth and the lowest branch is at least twenty feet in Floyd | the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | Korodzik says, "that darned fox is a regular stalker" | |||
| DavidW says, "I try to map." | ||||
| Bert asks, "X BUSH, SEARCH IT?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x bush" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the bush. Floyd | Floyd | The fox has slipped away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "search bush" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is trickling down the hill, concentrated here by some Floyd | twist of geography. It puddles on the ledge, then begins pouring down Floyd | the path to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "better to be stalked by a fox than a dog" | |||
| Bert asks, "Have we been south?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You stretch a foot towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two Floyd | quick steps. The bush trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | You are in a dense tangle of shadow, bushes, and small trees. The Floyd | ground falls away to the southeast, to the misty meadows below. Floyd | Floyd | A trail curves down to the southwest. Another cuts along the hill to Floyd | the north, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the north. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is closed. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears under a nearby bush. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "no bert" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "A shed!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | It's dark and it's raining. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "x lock" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Moo. The shed is locked, it's dark, and it's raining. This seems unpleasant." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x lock" | ||||
Floyd | The shed is weathered but sturdy, still wearing the tatters of a coat Floyd | of white paint. The door is closed. The lock looks badly rusted. Floyd | Floyd | The fox has slipped away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "hit lock with stick" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to hit the old shed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "hit lock" | ||||
Floyd | It may be weathered, but it's not weakened. You can't even shake it. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "x shed" | |||
| smartgenes says, "our inventory sucks" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x shed" | ||||
Floyd | The shed is weathered but sturdy, still wearing the tatters of a coat Floyd | of white paint. The door is closed. The lock looks badly rusted. Floyd | Floyd | You are getting tired. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Sleep daemon!" | |||
| smartgenes says, "or drink water" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drink water" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "to the north" | |||
| WeirdBeard asks, "Break lock?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "sw?" | ||||
| Alex says (to Jacqueline), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that SW is Star Wars." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I wish people hadn't taught Alex cute responses to all the directions." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "try it" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "break lock" | ||||
Floyd | It may be weathered, but it's not weakened. You can't even shake it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You stretch a foot towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two Floyd | quick steps. The bush trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Rain Floyd | hides the stream below and the hilltop above, and to the west is only Floyd | dark. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, and streams down the northwest path. Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drink water" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing suitable to drink here. Floyd | Floyd | It's dark and it's raining. Hard. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears beside a clump of weeds. Floyd | Floyd | > | Korodzik says, "*** You have died from pneumonia because you were caught in the rain ***" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Let's go see if we can get the spade yet." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "hahahaha" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Where is it, again?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "nw" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. A dark expanse Floyd | stretches to the north and west, impenetrable with rain. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | A stream of runoff water is flowing down from the southeast, and Floyd | pouring down the trench to the unseen stream below. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Stuck Floyd | in the mud near it is a spade blade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take spade" | ||||
Floyd | (the spade blade) Floyd | The spade blade slides free of the mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "wooo" | |||
| Korodzik says, "WHOOOOO" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "And the boulder?" | ||||
| Korodzik exclaims, "Spade-taking party!" | ||||
| DavidW says, "e" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns southeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, the world is cloaked in dark rain. Behind you Floyd | stands the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the Floyd | northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is half-buried at the base of the hilltop. The mouth of a Floyd | small cave is just visible behind it. Floyd | Floyd | You are getting tired. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "just need some duct tape now" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pry boulder" | ||||
Floyd | You grasp the boulder as best you can and heave -- fruitlessly. It's Floyd | well sunk into the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "wedge spade under boulder" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the spade blade or the broken spade shaft? Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "Good thing we're not on Mars. </obscure joke>" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "blade" | ||||
Floyd | The blade is thin enough to work under the boulder, but it's too short Floyd | to give you any leverage. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears beside a clump of weeds. Floyd | Floyd | The fox glances at you, or perhaps something you hold. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yep - as I suspected, possibly." | |||
| WeirdBeard asks, "Can it just be reattached?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Although, I'm not seeing why the shaft wouldn't break under the strain." | ||||
| DavidW says, "maybe there's duct tape in the shed." | ||||
| Korodzik says, ""attempt to weld spade and shaft with laser sight"" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "There may be duct tape. There may also be a restart." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Or do we want to try to break the lock with the blade?" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "theres more locations yet" | ||||
| WeirdBeard says (to floyd), "attach shaft to blade" | ||||
Floyd | You have no way to reattach the blade to the shaft. Floyd | Floyd | > | WeirdBeard says, "We could try" | |||
| smartgenes says, "gotta try it" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "W/SE/S? Is that right? To get to the shed..." | ||||
| DavidW says, "nw, se, s" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Heh. Glad I asked." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. A dark expanse Floyd | stretches to the north and west, impenetrable with rain. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | A stream of runoff water is flowing down from the southeast, and Floyd | pouring down the trench to the unseen stream below. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | You are very tired. Floyd | Floyd | > | WeirdBeard asks, ".alex nw?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Rain Floyd | hides the stream below and the hilltop above, and to the west is only Floyd | dark. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, and streams down the northwest path. Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears under a nearby bush. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You stretch a foot towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two Floyd | quick steps. The bush trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | You are in a dense tangle of shadow, bushes, and small trees. The Floyd | ground falls away to the southeast, into darkness and rain. Floyd | Floyd | A trail curves down to the southwest. Another cuts along the hill to Floyd | the north, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the north. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is closed. Floyd | Floyd | You are very tired. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears on a nearby rock. Floyd | Floyd | The fox glances at you, or perhaps something you hold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "hit lock with blad" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to hit the old shed. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "when are we gonna drop dead i wonder" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "hit lock with blade" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to hit the old shed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||||
Floyd | Sleeping out in the rain will be miserable, but you're tired enough to Floyd | do it. You curl up in the mud and grimly close your eyes... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | ||||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Stone hangs around you, unyielding grey veils in a dim grey light. The Floyd | light comes from far away: a knife-thin crack, a cold breath, and Floyd | something roaring its anger beyond. The noise stretches and stretches, Floyd | leaving you gasping for air, and then an eye opens into the heart of Floyd | soundless fury -- Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | You awaken, soaked and feverish, bathed in the listless light of an Floyd | overcast dawn. It takes some time to drag yourself down the hill -- and Floyd | then you find that the bridge has been washed out by the storm. By the Floyd | time you flounder across it, your pneumonia is well set in. Floyd | Floyd | *** Things could have turned out better. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | Korodzik exclaims, "Aha! I predicted it!" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Heehee" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "RESTORE" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "So that's our puzzle... to get into the shed or the cave, after the rain has started but before it gets really bad?" | |||
| smartgenes says, "there'll be a can of spam and tequila in the shed" | ||||
| Korodzik exclaims, "Coffee!!" | ||||
| WeirdBeard says (to floyd), "%" | Jacqueline says, "Rock on." | |||
| DavidW says, "I still say you should play fetch with the fox in several locations." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, I'm all for playing with the cute ickle fox." | ||||
| WeirdBeard says, "My lag is horrible" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | You are in a dense tangle of shadow, bushes, and small trees. The Floyd | ground falls away to the southeast, into darkness and rain. Floyd | Floyd | A trail curves down to the southwest. Another cuts along the hill to Floyd | the north, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the north. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | A small orange fox is perched nearby, staring at you with undisguised Floyd | interest. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "throw stick" | ||||
Floyd | You wind up and hurl the stick into the undergrowth. The fox turn to Floyd | watch it fly, and then looks back at you. Its expression is quite Floyd | clear: if you want the stick lost in cold, dripping-wet vegetation, Floyd | that's entirely a matter between you and the stick. Floyd | Floyd | You are very tired. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "we can go sw" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "We may need to restart at this point." | ||||
| inky arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You have barely left sight of the shed when the trail ends. It looks Floyd | like it was washed out; and the scree that covers the hill face is much Floyd | too unstable to venture across. You have no choice but to return. Floyd | Floyd | You can remain awake no longer. Sleeping out in the rain will be Floyd | miserable, but you're tired enough to do it. You curl up in the mud and Floyd | grimly close your eyes... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | Korodzik exclaims, "Do healthy exercise! One! Two! Three! Time to shake this weariness from ya!" | |||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Stone hangs around you, unyielding grey veils in a dim grey light. The Floyd | light comes from far away: a knife-thin crack, a cold breath, and Floyd | something roaring its anger beyond. The noise stretches and stretches, Floyd | leaving you gasping for air, and then an eye opens into the heart of Floyd | soundless fury -- Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | You awaken, soaked and feverish, bathed in the listless light of an Floyd | overcast dawn. It takes some time to drag yourself down the hill -- and Floyd | then you find that the bridge has been washed out by the storm. By the Floyd | time you flounder across it, your pneumonia is well set in. Floyd | Floyd | *** Things could have turned out better. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yeah, we need to restart" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waiting on the shore; sand yields beneath my feet Floyd | The water shouts and roars and rushes Floyd | And breaks on the rocks, and Floyd | Never comes near to where I wait. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | ||||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | The picnic is going full blast, which is exactly why you've wandered Floyd | away from it. It's not that you don't like your new companions; it's Floyd | just that after weeks of spending each day around them, a noisy weekend Floyd | cook-out isn't the way to relax. Some exploration -- on your own -- is Floyd | an appealing thought. Floyd | Floyd | None of them noticed you drifting away, anyhow. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER Floyd | An Interactive Short Story Floyd | Copyright 1995-6 by Andrew Plotkin. Please copy and play freely. Floyd | (First-time players should type "about".) Floyd | Release 6 / Serial number 960613 / Inform v1405 Library 5/8 Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Meadow Floyd | The grasses are fragrant under the sunshine of a late, late summer Floyd | afternoon. A stream chatters by at your feet, and a weathered old Floyd | wooden bridge stretches across it to the east. Beyond the stream, a Floyd | scrubby hillside stretches upward. Floyd | Floyd | The shouts of the volleyball players and the boom-box thump are Floyd | pleasantly far off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The bridge creaks as you cross it, and sways a bit. Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | A slope descends to the noisy stream to the west. The old wooden bridge Floyd | which spans it leans comfortably against the bank at your feet. To the Floyd | east rises the flank of the hill, shining in the afternoon sunlight; Floyd | two usable trails lead up around it, to the south and the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "try drink water" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drink water" | ||||
Floyd | You taste the water. It's cool -- with not the antiseptic bite of city Floyd | tap water, but an indefinable vitality. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I need to make lunch. bbl." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Now we shall perish of giardiasis." | ||||
| Bert says, "We call that vitality 'intestinal parasites'." | ||||
| WeirdBeard asks, "So are we supposed to find a stimulant, or a good place to sleep?" | ||||
| Bert says, "Timing." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "See you in a bit, David." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I think we're looking for a good place to sleep." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to dw), "Don't eat old rice." | ||||
| Korodzik says, "Or perhaps a miraculous pneumonia medicine." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Though I think we should just go west on the first move, have a good time, and the game ends a winner." | ||||
| WeirdBeard asks, "Shed, maybe?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Yeah, but how to get in?" | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "are there more paths to explore?" | ||||
| Bert asks, "What about the spade/boulder/cave plan?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I guess I should map." | ||||
| Bert says (to Taleslinger), "Probably." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "explore all paths" | ||||
| smartgenes starting a map | ||||
| Gunther hollers, "HI INKY" | Jacqueline says, "I'm mapping, too." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "But two maps never hurts, I guess." | ||||
| inky hollers, "hi gunther i am playing clubfloyd" | Bert says (to inky), "You are just in time. The game was just restarted." | |||
| inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. The park stretches Floyd | off to the north and west, a vast expanse of bright meadowland, patched Floyd | with dark woods and stitched with streams that glitter in the sunlight. Floyd | In the distance, a lake reflects white fire from the setting sun. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Abandoned in the mud near it is a spade. You figure someone was using Floyd | the spade to dig the trench, and you can also figure why he stopped; Floyd | the shaft is broken off about two feet up from the blade. The handle Floyd | end is nowhere in sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Is there anyplace easily reachable that we've only seen after the rain got bad that might be different now?" | |||
| Gunther hollers, "CONTINUE" | Jacqueline asks, "N and W are impossible due to cliff, right?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The hillside drops straight down in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "maybe try pulling the blade?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The hillside drops straight off to the stream in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "all locations are close" | |||
| WeirdBeard says, "Wait. If we don't wait until it's muddy, we'll break it worse." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "So, SE and E need to be mapped." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "One sec folks, as I just wander to make sure we have the whole map. I don't think we do..." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns southeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows glow in the sunlight. Behind you stands Floyd | the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the Floyd | northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is half-buried at the base of the hilltop. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "yes lets get our locations 1st" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "This is a deadend, so I shall go back and then see what was SE." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The ground drops off, dangerously steeply, in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The ground drops off, dangerously steeply, in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oops." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Abandoned in the mud near it is a spade. You figure someone was using Floyd | the spade to dig the trench, and you can also figure why he stopped; Floyd | the shaft is broken off about two feet up from the blade. The handle Floyd | end is nowhere in sight. Floyd | Floyd | From within some tall grass, you notice a pair of dark eyes. The grass Floyd | blinks, and then it is a small, orange fox who watches you solemnly. Floyd | Floyd | The fox chases its tail furiously for a moment, then stops and stares Floyd | at you to make sure you didn't see. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "nw" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, got it." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Floyd | Greenery hides the stream below and the hilltop above, but the meadows Floyd | and sky beyond sweep away endlessly to the west. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. You could probably use it to get Floyd | across. (One of those little coincidences that makes your life a little Floyd | nicer.) Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | The sun is lazily approaching the horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "the old nw-e shift-in-path trick" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "So, NW goes back? Let me check..." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | Floyd | A small orange fox is perched nearby, staring at you with undisguised Floyd | interest. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Abandoned in the mud near it is a spade. You figure someone was using Floyd | the spade to dig the trench, and you can also figure why he stopped; Floyd | the shaft is broken off about two feet up from the blade. The handle Floyd | end is nowhere in sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "the path changes direction" | |||
| Bert asks, "VERBOSE?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, forgot that on the restart" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER is now in its "verbose" mode, which always Floyd | gives long descriptions of locations (even if you've been there Floyd | before). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You stretch a foot towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two Floyd | quick steps. The bush trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | You are in a dense tangle of bushes and small trees. The ground falls Floyd | away to the southeast, to the meadows below; you can see a lake far to Floyd | the west. Floyd | Floyd | A trail curves down to the southwest. Another cuts along the hill to Floyd | the north, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the north. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The undergrowth is too dense in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You have barely left sight of the shed when the trail ends. It looks Floyd | like it was washed out; and the scree that covers the hill face is much Floyd | too unstable to venture across. You have no choice but to return. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes asks, "se?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "So, dead end - only here for the purpose of the shed." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | The undergrowth is too dense in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Going back to Steep Face and trying SW." | |||
| smartgenes says, "also w to a lake" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You stretch a foot towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two Floyd | quick steps. The bush trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Floyd | Greenery hides the stream below and the hilltop above, but the meadows Floyd | and sky beyond sweep away endlessly to the west. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a pair of dark eyes in the edge of your vision; then they are Floyd | gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I tried W - it doesn't go to the lake, the lake is just distantly visible." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | Elsewhere in the park, flowers lie in hollows and peek out from under Floyd | the brush. Here you have found a profusion of them. Sprays of white and Floyd | blue lie everywhere; the vines ripple yellow. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond a slight rise to the west, the ground drops precipitously to the Floyd | stream. A trail leads northward towards the bridge; another heads Floyd | steeply up to the east, and a third curves around the hill to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A glint in a nearby bush looks more metallic than floral. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Is that glint the spade?" | |||
| Korodzik says, "glints are always important" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "So they are." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x glint" | ||||
Floyd | It's a battered old tin bucket. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears beside a clump of weeds. Floyd | Floyd | The fox chases its tail furiously for a moment, then stops and stares Floyd | at you to make sure you didn't see. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Oho." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I don't think we'd been here before." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "So now we can wet the dirt before the rain." | ||||
| smartgenes asks, "this is spade rom no?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "yay explorinf" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Should we go try that, and then try to pry the rock?" | ||||
| WeirdBeard says, "Yes." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Does N take us there? Does that circle back?" | ||||
| Bert asks, "X, SEARCH, TAKE FLOWERS?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Let me see..." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take flowers" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take bucket" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The sun is settling to the horizon, amid a scattering of clouds which Floyd | have begun to drift in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | A slope descends to the noisy stream to the west. The old wooden bridge Floyd | which spans it leans comfortably against the bank at your feet. To the Floyd | east rises the flank of the hill, shining in the afternoon sunlight; Floyd | two usable trails lead up around it, to the south and the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a pair of dark eyes in the edge of your vision; then they are Floyd | gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. The park stretches Floyd | off to the north and west, a vast expanse of bright meadowland, patched Floyd | with dark woods and stitched with streams that glitter ruby in the Floyd | sunlight. In the distance, a lake reflects red fire from the setting Floyd | sun. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Abandoned in the mud near it is a spade. You figure someone was using Floyd | the spade to dig the trench, and you can also figure why he stopped; Floyd | the shaft is broken off about two feet up from the blade. The handle Floyd | end is nowhere in sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oops - one sec." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "fill bucket with water" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to fill the battered tin Floyd | bucket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "fill bucket" | ||||
Floyd | You fill the bucket with water. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears beside a clump of weeds. Floyd | Floyd | The fox darts at something in the undergrowth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The stream is that way. You're interested in exploring, not getting Floyd | yourself soaked and miserable. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "it doesnt seem to parser with" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "oops - ne" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. The park stretches Floyd | off to the north and west, a vast expanse of bright meadowland, patched Floyd | with dark woods and stitched with streams that glitter ruby in the Floyd | sunlight. In the distance, a lake reflects red fire from the setting Floyd | sun. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Abandoned in the mud near it is a spade. You figure someone was using Floyd | the spade to dig the trench, and you can also figure why he stopped; Floyd | the shaft is broken off about two feet up from the blade. The handle Floyd | end is nowhere in sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pour water on spade" | ||||
Floyd | You splash the water around the spade. The mud absorbs it greedily. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take spade" | ||||
Floyd | The broken spade slides free of the mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | Korodzik says, "I'm leaving soon" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "So, to the boulder!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Floyd | Greenery hides the stream below and the hilltop above, but the meadows Floyd | and sky beyond sweep away to the clouds in the west. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | The western horizon has become a surging sea of gold and scarlet waves. Floyd | The light is magical -- a cool bronze radiance that somehow makes the Floyd | grass and foliage more intensely green than ever. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "broken anyway" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to K), "Thanks for joining us." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, but longer than it was, SG." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh just a sec, let me correct something on my map." | ||||
| Bert asks, "Have we looked at it now that it's whole?" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "can we get the blade too" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x spade" | ||||
Floyd | It's a small spade; at least, the blade and about two feet of the shaft Floyd | of one. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Because we're on a timer, and I went the wrong way, I shall undo twice." | |||
| smartgenes says, "so its not broken.. naughty author" | ||||
| Bert says, "That seems likely to work." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says (to genes), "Yes it is." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "That is what the 'at least...' part means." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | Korodzik says, "Sorry to deprive you of my impressive presence." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns southeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows glow in the sunlight, sweeping to the Floyd | ribbons of color on the horizon. Behind you stands the last stony lump Floyd | of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is half-buried at the base of the hilltop. Floyd | Floyd | The western horizon has become a surging sea of gold and scarlet waves. Floyd | The light is magical -- a cool bronze radiance that somehow makes the Floyd | grass and foliage more intensely green than ever. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Korodzik disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | WeirdBeard says (to smartgenes), "It didn't break because of the water." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "wedge blade under boulder" | ||||
Floyd | You notice a cave of some sort behind the boulder. (Who would have Floyd | guessed?) Floyd | Floyd | You push the spade under the boulder, kick the blade to settle it, and Floyd | lean on the shaft. Nothing happens for a moment, and you're leaning Floyd | harder, and the boulder starts to move, and Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | The spade's shaft has broken off in your hands, right above the blade, Floyd | which is now caught under the boulder. On the other hand, you've moved Floyd | the boulder up out of its hole; it's balanced on the rim. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "woo" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "push rock" | ||||
Floyd | You grasp the boulder as best you can and heave. It goes tumbling Floyd | straight down the hill to the west, out of sight. A few moments later Floyd | you hear a rending Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | A sudden wave of nerves pulls you downhill after it.... Floyd | Floyd | You were right; the bridge has been neatly demolished, and the boulder Floyd | sits innocently in the stream, in the wreckage. So much for your little Floyd | exploration. You go off, resigned, to tell the park rangers what you've Floyd | done. Floyd | Floyd | *** Things could have turned out better. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "moo" | |||
| * Korodzik has left the channel. | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "enter cave" | ||||
Floyd | You squeeze behind the boulder and crawl inside. Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. Floyd | It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, Floyd | narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a circle of Floyd | blinding crimson to the west, partially obscured by the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | An ancient and filthy blanket is crumpled against one wall of the cave. Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. The moment is gone. The sun has set, although the Floyd | clouds are still well-lit. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Also, hahaha having to admit what you did to the park rangers." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x blanket" | ||||
Floyd | It's a ratty old blanket, torn and mouse-chewed, tangled with bits of Floyd | twig and old leaves. Nonetheless, it looks warm. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "What would you say to someone who admits a thing like that?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I would sigh, and then WRITE THEM A BIG OL' FAT TICKET FOR DESTRUCTION OF GOVERNMENT PROPERTY!" | ||||
| smartgenes disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | WeirdBeard says (to Jacquleine), "Phrased like that, TSD." | |||
| smartgenes arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | Jacqueline says, "Nah, I'd probably just sigh." | |||
| smartgenes says, "dc whats appening" | ||||
| inky says, "she wouldn't say anything, she would just quietly rub raw meat over their backpacks and send them into bear country" | ||||
| Bert says (to inky), "female bear pheromones." | ||||
| Bert says, "(Bearomones?)" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to inky), "I don't have to do that; it seems they do that themselves. Or at least one did this week (burned salmon in their fire pit and attracted a grizzly, which did not make me happy)." | ||||
| inky says, "man" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Anyway, curl up under the blanket and sleep?" | ||||
| Bert asks, "SEARCH or GET it first?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "search blanket" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take blanket" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes asks, "can you look for me?" | |||
| Bert asks, "ALso, anything to the east?" | ||||
| Bert asks, "WEAR BLANKET?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The cave narrows to a crack in back; you really can't go very far. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "wear blanket" | ||||
Floyd | You can't wear that! Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Sleep might be in order, I suppose." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf3" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Has the rain started yet at all?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||||
Floyd | You're not feeling tired yet. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Guess not." | |||
| smartgenes says, "did we wedge boulder" | ||||
| Bert says, "Perhaps there's more to do out there." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We did wedge the boulder, yet." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We could go play fetch until the rain starts." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows fade in the last light. Behind you stands Floyd | the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the Floyd | northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The sky is dimming, and a mist is rolling in, under the clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "we can break lock" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop blanket" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. The sky is dimming, and a mist is rolling in, under Floyd | the clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | WeirdBeard asks, "We can?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I want our blanket to stay dry." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "(with spade)" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We can't - we tried that before." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, the spade blade is holding the rock in place." | ||||
| smartgenes asks, "can we dig first?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm thinking we have to find an actual key, as it's said that the lock is rusty, but still quite strong." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to SG), "Well, we'd have to start over at this point. The blade is now no longer retrievable." | ||||
| Bert asks, "Did you try playing fetch everywhere?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "No, we didn't." | ||||
| smartgenes asks, "what is south of location 2?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows fade in the mist. Behind you stands the Floyd | last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears on a nearby rock. Floyd | Floyd | The fox darts at something in the undergrowth. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Location 2? What's its name?" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Edge of Meadow, you mean?" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "stream/water" | ||||
| WeirdBeard says, "We've saved, and I don't trust sleeping in the cave anyways. The rain is likely to make the rock fall again." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "South of Stream Bank is Wildflowers." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to WeirdBeard), "Quite possibly." | ||||
| Bert asks, "Anything useful you can do with the blanket?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, I left it in the cave to keep it dry." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Think I should go get it?" | ||||
| WeirdBeard says, "Sleep once we find somewhere safe." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Maybe we're supposed to sleep in the shed, but have to get in the cave just for the blanket." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "i think theres maybe a cap on total moves" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a blanket, a broken spade shaft and a battered tin Floyd | bucket. Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. The sky is dimming, and a mist is rolling in, under Floyd | the clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows fade in the last light. Behind you stands Floyd | the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the Floyd | northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The sky is dimming, and a mist is rolling in, under the clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to SG), "Yes, there is, which is why I keep undoing." | |||
| smartgenes says, "no i mean so that it is impossible to sleep" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "So, is the theory now that we're playing fetch with the fox and hoping he brings us a key?" | ||||
| Bert says (to Jacq), "Or reveals something new." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "Might work." | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Where is that damn fox?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "It may be that you need to throw the stick at something in particular that you can't reach." | |||
| Jacqueline nods at Bert. | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "RESTORE" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf3" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a blanket, a broken spade shaft and a battered tin Floyd | bucket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows fade in the last light. Behind you stands Floyd | the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the Floyd | northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "we cant throw stick "at"" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I was hoping the fox would reappear like it did a couple of times ago." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We have a couple of locations yet to map." | ||||
| Bert asks, "Does he show up this late at night?" | ||||
| Bert says, "What wit the bad weather and all." | ||||
| Bert asks (of Jacq), "Oh?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Bert), "I think we do, yeah. From Wildflowers, perhaps. We got distracted with the bucket." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Bert), "He may not show up, yeah. But we do know how to get to this point quickly now. Let me go finish mapping first..." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. The park stretches Floyd | off to the north and west, a vast expanse of dimming meadowland, Floyd | patched with dark woods and stitched with dark streams. In the Floyd | distance, a lake glows pale in the last light of the sky. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | The sky is dimming, and a mist is rolling in, under the clouds. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears beside a clump of weeds. Floyd | Floyd | The fox chases around your feet for a moment. It seems to be watching Floyd | something you hold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | A slope descends to the noisy stream to the west. The old wooden bridge Floyd | which spans it leans comfortably against the bank at your feet. To the Floyd | east rises the flank of the hill, a dark shape in the twilight; two Floyd | usable trails lead up around it, to the south and the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears on a nearby rock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | Elsewhere in the park, flowers lie in hollows and peek out from under Floyd | the brush. Here you have found a profusion of them. Sprays of white and Floyd | blue lie everywhere; the vines ripple yellow, although the blooms are Floyd | closing for the night. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond a slight rise to the west, the ground drops precipitously to the Floyd | stream. A trail leads northward towards the bridge; another heads Floyd | steeply up to the east, and a third curves around the hill to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "There was the fox, fwiw" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "The buds closing for the night is a very nice touch." | ||||
| Bert says, "Mmm. W, N, SE." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "only SE assuming that E goes to shed" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah. I'm thinking W will dead end." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beyond the rise, the hill drops almost straight down to the stream. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yep." | |||
| Bert exclaims, "Junp!" | ||||
| Bert says, "Er." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||
Floyd | You jump on the spot, fruitlessly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "dive like a swan" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns northeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Mist Floyd | hides the stream below and the hilltop above, but the meadows and Floyd | clouds beyond sweep away into the west. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "oh yeah the unclimable tree" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Okay, been there." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The hill is too steep and overgrown to descend. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | Elsewhere in the park, flowers lie in hollows and peek out from under Floyd | the brush. Here you have found a profusion of them. Sprays of white and Floyd | blue lie everywhere; the vines ripple yellow, although the blooms are Floyd | closing for the night. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond a slight rise to the west, the ground drops precipitously to the Floyd | stream. A trail leads northward towards the bridge; another heads Floyd | steeply up to the east, and a third curves around the hill to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | You have barely left sight of the wildflowers when the trail ends. It Floyd | looks like it was washed out; and the scree that covers the hill face Floyd | is much too unstable to venture across. You have no choice but to Floyd | return. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "hug tree?" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Okay. Anything we think we haven't seen?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Location wise, I mean?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm counting only nine locations, including the cave and the as yet unseen interior of the shed." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Is that right, SG?" | ||||
| smartgenes asks, "is there an EAST from the shed?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I don't think there is, but I can go check." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns northeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Mist Floyd | hides the stream below and the hilltop above, but the meadows and Floyd | clouds beyond sweep away into the west. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | The mist is turning to a drizzle of rain. Floyd | Floyd | The blanket is getting damp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You stretch a foot towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two Floyd | quick steps. The bush trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | You are in a dense tangle of shadow, bushes, and small trees. The Floyd | ground falls away to the southeast, to the misty meadows below. Floyd | Floyd | A trail curves down to the southwest. Another cuts along the hill to Floyd | the north, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the north. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The door to the shed is closed. You tug on it and rattle the latch, but Floyd | it's locked, and the lock looks hopelessly rusted. Floyd | Floyd | The blanket is getting damp. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "The blanket is getting daaaamp" | |||
| smartgenes says, "i got 9 but i'm not sure if location east of start maps onto the rest" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "east goes into the shed" | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "have we tried pouring water on the lock?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of Taleslinger), "No... wouldn't that... just make it rust... more?" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "it's possible that the good-condition shovel could break it" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Let me restart and make sure we have everything from Edge of Meadow, then get the blanket very quickly and save from there." | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "maybe...rusty...enough?" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "but i'd dig everywhere" | ||||
| Bert asks, "Wasn't there an untried direction from the flowers? Or no?" | ||||
| inky says, "water is nature's oil!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to SG), "Possible. I could try the breaking it with a whole shovel." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to inky), "No. Oil is nature's oil." | ||||
| inky says, "...oh" | ||||
| Bert asks (of Jacq), "Why not try sleeping in the cave first, to see what happens?" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "dont think so Bert.. we went w and se and e and n" | ||||
| Bert says (to Jacq), "Ah. That does sound complete." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Sure. Except our blanket's wet now. How about I just restore and wait, then sleep?" | ||||
| Bert asks, "You can, but you don't want to get pneumonia in the cave first?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, um, okay. Sure - that sounds like fun." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You stretch a foot towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two Floyd | quick steps. The bush trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Mist Floyd | hides the stream below and the hilltop above, but the meadows and Floyd | clouds beyond sweep away into the west. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. The park stretches Floyd | off to the north and west, a vast expanse of dark meadowland, barely Floyd | visible in the thickening mist. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | The blanket is getting damp. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert exclaims, "There's the spirit!" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns southeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows fade in the mist and rain. Behind you Floyd | stands the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the Floyd | northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | > | WeirdBeard says (to inky), "Water is nature's Dasani, silly." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "enter cave" | ||||
Floyd | You squeeze behind the boulder and crawl inside. Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. Floyd | It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, Floyd | narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a lit circle of Floyd | grey to the west, partially obscured by the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. It's dark and it's raining. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||||
Floyd | You wrap yourself snugly in the blanket and curl up on the floor. It's Floyd | hard, but you're dry and warm. What else could you ask for? Your eyes Floyd | close and the cave drifts away... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | Jacqueline asks, "Wait... dry and warm?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "BUG" | ||||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Stone dissolves around you as move up and forwards, into a grainy grey Floyd | light. A mindless roar stretches in all directions; but it is troubled Floyd | by a distant murmur. The new sound swells, whispering, pounding, then Floyd | shouting at you, and you cannot make it out and you cannot make it go Floyd | -- Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Something awakens you. Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. Floyd | It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, Floyd | narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a dim circle of Floyd | grey to the west, partially obscured by the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | The voices are still audible. They surge and swell, on the edge of Floyd | audibility, somewhere to the west. You are almost certain you hear your Floyd | name being called. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Okay, we're crazy now." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||
Floyd | A sussurus of voices comes from the west, too faint to make out but too Floyd | loud to ignore. You are almost certain you hear your name, though, and Floyd | something in you moves to respond. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Sussurus. That's a word you don't see everyday." | |||
| WeirdBeard asks, "So did we just sleep the game away?" | ||||
| Bert says, "The 'damp message is probably more of a warning. I bet if you see it more than a couple times, the blanket ends up wet instead of damp." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Try >call" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "So, we're lost, and the park rangers are coming to find us." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "yell" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. The rain lashes your face. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, the world is cloaked in dark rain, and scarred Floyd | with distant lightning. Behind you stands the last stony lump of hill. Floyd | A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The blanket has gotten quite soaked. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||
Floyd | A sussurus of voices comes from the west, too faint to make out but too Floyd | loud to ignore. You are almost certain you hear your name, though, and Floyd | something in you moves to respond. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "W?" | |||
| Alex says (to Jacqueline), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that W is an old unix windowing system." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I thought we couldn't go W from here." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, wait, yes we can." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The ground drops off, dangerously steeply, in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh, wait, no we can't!" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "This is why I did poorly on multiple choice tests - always second guessing first impulses." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Well, folks? What do we want to do?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, one quick moment. Be right back." | ||||
| Bert asks, "Look for the bridge?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Back." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Go to the bridge? okay." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. A black expanse Floyd | stretches to the north and west, impenetrable with rain. Every few Floyd | moments, a directionless flicker of lightning tries to pull detail from Floyd | the darkness; but there is only mist. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | A stream of runoff water is flowing down from the southeast, and Floyd | pouring down the trench to the unseen stream below. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | A slope descends to the noisy stream to the west. The old wooden bridge Floyd | which spans it leans uncertainly against the bank at your feet. To the Floyd | east rises the flank of the hill, a black shape made of night and rain; Floyd | two usable trails lead up around it, to the south and the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, and you realize the sounds comes from the west, from Floyd | the other side of the stream. And they are coming closer. You are very Floyd | sure, suddenly, that you do not want them to reach you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "VAMPIRES!" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "WEREWOVES!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "RANGERS!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "SOMETHING!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf4" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Let's let 'em reach us." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The thought of crossing into that darkness, with its inhabitants, is Floyd | beyond bearing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Okay, let's not." | |||
| Bert asks, "Shout?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "shout" | ||||
Floyd | Whom do you want to shout that to? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "voices" | ||||
Floyd | Whom do you want to shout that to? Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert blinks. | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "yell to voices" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "yell" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "scream" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Um, whom do you want to shout that to, Bert?" | |||
| smartgenes says, "hide beneath blanket" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "hide" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shout to voices" | ||||
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I have about half an hour, fwiw." | |||
| smartgenes says, "i think it is just death approaching us" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "As does, I think, Bert." | ||||
| Bert asks, "How's the shed handled the storm?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Dunno - I'll go see." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. A black expanse Floyd | stretches to the north and west, impenetrable with rain. Every few Floyd | moments, a directionless flicker of lightning tries to pull detail from Floyd | the darkness; but there is only mist. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | A stream of runoff water is flowing down from the southeast, and Floyd | pouring down the trench to the unseen stream below. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Rain Floyd | hides the stream below and the hilltop above, and to the west is only Floyd | dark. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, and streams down the northwest path. Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You stretch a foot towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two Floyd | quick steps. The bush trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | You are in a dense tangle of shadow, bushes, and small trees. The Floyd | ground falls away to the southeast, into darkness and rain. Floyd | Floyd | A trail curves down to the southwest. Another cuts along the hill to Floyd | the north, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the north. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is closed. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Looks no different, I think." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a blanket, a broken spade shaft and a battered tin Floyd | bucket. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We could try the water on the lock idea, for lack of something else to do." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You stretch a foot towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two Floyd | quick steps. The bush trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Rain Floyd | hides the stream below and the hilltop above, and to the west is only Floyd | dark. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, and streams down the northwest path. Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. Simultaneously the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. It is echoed by a splintering concussion right above your Floyd | head, or, from the feel of it, just inside. Floyd | Floyd | You watch the tree topple through blobs of dull color. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | The runoff water is backing up behind the fallen tree. Floyd | Floyd | You pick yourself up shakily, although you can't quite remember Floyd | falling. The air is full of smoke. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | A profusion of flowers lie here, mostly furled against the rain. Edges Floyd | of white and blue and yellow barely show in the darkness. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond a slight rise to the west, the ground drops precipitously to the Floyd | stream. A trail leads northward towards the bridge; another heads Floyd | steeply up to the east, and a third curves around the hill to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "So, the tree thing was interesting and I almost missed it." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x tree" | ||||
Floyd | The tree has fallen downslope, across the path, and is lying awkwardly Floyd | in the undergrowth. The upper end -- which is to say, the lower end -- Floyd | is blackened and split. Floyd | Floyd | The runoff water begins to spill out from behind the tree, down the Floyd | southwest path. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "fill bucket" | ||||
Floyd | You fill the bucket with water. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "yes i was just trying to figure that out from the map cos tree was n" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Let me go try the water on the lock business, then we'll come back to see what's happening here." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You stretch a foot towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two Floyd | quick steps. The bush trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | You are in a dense tangle of shadow, bushes, and small trees. The Floyd | ground falls away to the southeast, into darkness and rain. Floyd | Floyd | A trail curves down to the southwest. Another cuts along the hill to Floyd | the north, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the north. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pour water on lock" | ||||
Floyd | The water splashes over the old shed and dribbles away. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "hit lock" | ||||
Floyd | It may be weathered, but it's not weakened. You can't even shake it. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere below, you hear a terrible Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | You know without seeing that the bridge has been destroyed. You begin Floyd | to rush downhill, but the trail seems to stretch and time takes on the Floyd | weight of nightmare... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | smartgenes asks, "anyone with me on restart & dig?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm not really into the random digging, but I guess we could. We need to find a key somewhere." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, bridge is gone again." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I wonder how close we were to the end this time." | ||||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | You awaken in the cave, sore and cold, bathed in the listless light of Floyd | an overcast dawn. By the time you wade across the swollen stream, Floyd | you're as soaked and miserable as if you'd slept out in the rain after Floyd | all. You reach civilization exhausted and with what promises to be a Floyd | lovely cough. Floyd | Floyd | *** Things could have turned out better. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Well, better than pneumonia death." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waiting on the shore; sand yields beneath my feet Floyd | The water shouts and roars and rushes Floyd | And breaks on the rocks, and Floyd | Never comes near to where I wait. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | ||||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | The picnic is going full blast, which is exactly why you've wandered Floyd | away from it. It's not that you don't like your new companions; it's Floyd | just that after weeks of spending each day around them, a noisy weekend Floyd | cook-out isn't the way to relax. Some exploration -- on your own -- is Floyd | an appealing thought. Floyd | Floyd | None of them noticed you drifting away, anyhow. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER Floyd | An Interactive Short Story Floyd | Copyright 1995-6 by Andrew Plotkin. Please copy and play freely. Floyd | (First-time players should type "about".) Floyd | Release 6 / Serial number 960613 / Inform v1405 Library 5/8 Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Meadow Floyd | The grasses are fragrant under the sunshine of a late, late summer Floyd | afternoon. A stream chatters by at your feet, and a weathered old Floyd | wooden bridge stretches across it to the east. Beyond the stream, a Floyd | scrubby hillside stretches upward. Floyd | Floyd | The shouts of the volleyball players and the boom-box thump are Floyd | pleasantly far off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "I'm against the dig." | |||
| inky says, "well, any time you see a big text dump that is a good sign you're on the right path" | ||||
| Bert says, "I'd restore to where you woke up." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "So, just the one locale from here, so that answers one question." | ||||
| Bert says (to inky), "Unless that text dump ends with '*** Things could have turned out better. ***'." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "so it was the volleyball players who were after us" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Bert), "Well, I was thinking about solving the cave very, very quickly, then playing fetch." | ||||
| inky says, "well yeah, offer not valid for ending text" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "no it was the location east of here i wondered about" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "E of here is Stream Bank, SG." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The bridge creaks as you cross it, and sways a bit. Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | A slope descends to the noisy stream to the west. The old wooden bridge Floyd | which spans it leans comfortably against the bank at your feet. To the Floyd | east rises the flank of the hill, shining in the afternoon sunlight; Floyd | two usable trails lead up around it, to the south and the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes asks, "and south hits wildflowers does it?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, you mean departing from here." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, south is Wildflowers." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | Elsewhere in the park, flowers lie in hollows and peek out from under Floyd | the brush. Here you have found a profusion of them. Sprays of white and Floyd | blue lie everywhere; the vines ripple yellow. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond a slight rise to the west, the ground drops precipitously to the Floyd | stream. A trail leads northward towards the bridge; another heads Floyd | steeply up to the east, and a third curves around the hill to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A glint in a nearby bush looks more metallic than floral. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get glint" | ||||
Floyd | (It turns out to be a battered old tin bucket.) Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "lol nice shortcut" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER is now in its "verbose" mode, which always Floyd | gives long descriptions of locations (even if you've been there Floyd | before). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "fill bucket" | ||||
Floyd | You fill the bucket with water. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. The park stretches Floyd | off to the north and west, a vast expanse of bright meadowland, patched Floyd | with dark woods and stitched with streams that glitter in the sunlight. Floyd | In the distance, a lake reflects white fire from the setting sun. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Abandoned in the mud near it is a spade. You figure someone was using Floyd | the spade to dig the trench, and you can also figure why he stopped; Floyd | the shaft is broken off about two feet up from the blade. The handle Floyd | end is nowhere in sight. Floyd | Floyd | The sun is lazily approaching the horizon. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a pair of dark eyes in the edge of your vision; then they are Floyd | gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pour water on spade" | ||||
Floyd | You splash the water around the spade. The mud absorbs it greedily. Floyd | Floyd | From within some tall grass, you notice a pair of dark eyes. The grass Floyd | blinks, and then it is a small, orange fox who watches you solemnly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take spade" | ||||
Floyd | The broken spade slides free of the mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns southeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows glow in the thickening sunlight. Behind Floyd | you stands the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to Floyd | the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is half-buried at the base of the hilltop. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "wedge blade under rock" | ||||
Floyd | You notice a cave of some sort behind the boulder. (Who would have Floyd | guessed?) Floyd | Floyd | You push the spade under the boulder, kick the blade to settle it, and Floyd | lean on the shaft. Nothing happens for a moment, and you're leaning Floyd | harder, and the boulder starts to move, and Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | The spade's shaft has broken off in your hands, right above the blade, Floyd | which is now caught under the boulder. On the other hand, you've moved Floyd | the boulder up out of its hole; it's balanced on the rim. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "hey dig first and check the lock too" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Floyd | Greenery hides the stream below and the hilltop above, but the meadows Floyd | and sky beyond sweep away endlessly to the west. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. You could probably use it to get Floyd | across. (One of those little coincidences that makes your life a little Floyd | nicer.) Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a pair of dark eyes in the edge of your vision; then they are Floyd | gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You heft the broken spade, considering your balance. You stretch a foot Floyd | towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two quick steps. The bush Floyd | trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | You are in a dense tangle of bushes and small trees. The ground falls Floyd | away to the southeast, to the meadows below; you can see a lake far to Floyd | the west. Floyd | Floyd | A trail curves down to the southwest. Another cuts along the hill to Floyd | the north, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the north. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Nice addition about the spade when crossing the gap." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "hit lock with spade" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to hit the old shed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "hit lock" | ||||
Floyd | It may be weathered, but it's not weakened. You can't even shake it. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "break lock" | |||
| WeirdBeard asks, "Have we tried super-rusting the lock?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Break and hit are both 'attack,' I'm assuming." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "break lock" | ||||
Floyd | It may be weathered, but it's not weakened. You can't even shake it. Floyd | Floyd | The sun is settling to the horizon, amid a scattering of clouds which Floyd | have begun to drift in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to WB), "If that rain didn't do it..." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says (to WB), "If that rain didn't do it..." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "We poured water on the lock, WB." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "It did nothing." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "it only gets two word cvommands" | ||||
| WeirdBeard says, "Oh." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to dig in? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ground" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You heft the broken spade, considering your balance. You stretch a foot Floyd | towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two quick steps. The bush Floyd | trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Floyd | Greenery hides the stream below and the hilltop above, but the meadows Floyd | and sky beyond sweep away endlessly to the west. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears beside a clump of weeds. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "dig weeds" | |||
| WeirdBeard asks, "dig clump?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Where, precisely, are you wanting to dig?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Timing." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig weeds" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "the weeds is just a random thing..." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig dirt" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "dig in the location with the flowers" | |||
| smartgenes says, "maybe i'm sending us on a wild flower chase" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | Elsewhere in the park, flowers lie in hollows and peek out from under Floyd | the brush. Here you have found a profusion of them. Sprays of white and Floyd | blue lie everywhere; the vines ripple yellow. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond a slight rise to the west, the ground drops precipitously to the Floyd | stream. A trail leads northward towards the bridge; another heads Floyd | steeply up to the east, and a third curves around the hill to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The sun is settling to the horizon, amid a scattering of clouds which Floyd | have begun to drift in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig flowers" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to dig in? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dirt" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "dig park" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x ground" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig park" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Are we done digging yet?" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Can I restart and get the blanket quickly, then?" | ||||
| Bert says, "Please." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'll try digging one other spot..." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | A slope descends to the noisy stream to the west. The old wooden bridge Floyd | which spans it leans comfortably against the bank at your feet. To the Floyd | east rises the flank of the hill, shining in the afternoon sunlight; Floyd | two usable trails lead up around it, to the south and the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig bank" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "yes.. looks like dig doesnt work" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to restart? | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waiting on the shore; sand yields beneath my feet Floyd | The water shouts and roars and rushes Floyd | And breaks on the rocks, and Floyd | Never comes near to where I wait. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | ||||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | The picnic is going full blast, which is exactly why you've wandered Floyd | away from it. It's not that you don't like your new companions; it's Floyd | just that after weeks of spending each day around them, a noisy weekend Floyd | cook-out isn't the way to relax. Some exploration -- on your own -- is Floyd | an appealing thought. Floyd | Floyd | None of them noticed you drifting away, anyhow. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER Floyd | An Interactive Short Story Floyd | Copyright 1995-6 by Andrew Plotkin. Please copy and play freely. Floyd | (First-time players should type "about".) Floyd | Release 6 / Serial number 960613 / Inform v1405 Library 5/8 Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Meadow Floyd | The grasses are fragrant under the sunshine of a late, late summer Floyd | afternoon. A stream chatters by at your feet, and a weathered old Floyd | wooden bridge stretches across it to the east. Beyond the stream, a Floyd | scrubby hillside stretches upward. Floyd | Floyd | The shouts of the volleyball players and the boom-box thump are Floyd | pleasantly far off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The bridge creaks as you cross it, and sways a bit. Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | A slope descends to the noisy stream to the west. The old wooden bridge Floyd | which spans it leans comfortably against the bank at your feet. To the Floyd | east rises the flank of the hill, shining in the afternoon sunlight; Floyd | two usable trails lead up around it, to the south and the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | Elsewhere in the park, flowers lie in hollows and peek out from under Floyd | the brush. Here you have found a profusion of them. Sprays of white and Floyd | blue lie everywhere; the vines ripple yellow. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond a slight rise to the west, the ground drops precipitously to the Floyd | stream. A trail leads northward towards the bridge; another heads Floyd | steeply up to the east, and a third curves around the hill to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A glint in a nearby bush looks more metallic than floral. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take glint" | ||||
Floyd | (It turns out to be a battered old tin bucket.) Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "but wasn't there one location where the fox was ointing something out" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "Did the fox do anything useful yet?" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Wat there?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "er, was there?" | ||||
| Bert says, "I don't remember the fox pointing anything out anywhere." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER is now in its "verbose" mode, which always Floyd | gives long descriptions of locations (even if you've been there Floyd | before). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "fill bucket" | ||||
Floyd | You fill the bucket with water. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. The park stretches Floyd | off to the north and west, a vast expanse of bright meadowland, patched Floyd | with dark woods and stitched with streams that glitter in the sunlight. Floyd | In the distance, a lake reflects white fire from the setting sun. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Abandoned in the mud near it is a spade. You figure someone was using Floyd | the spade to dig the trench, and you can also figure why he stopped; Floyd | the shaft is broken off about two feet up from the blade. The handle Floyd | end is nowhere in sight. Floyd | Floyd | The sun is lazily approaching the horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pour water on spade" | ||||
Floyd | You splash the water around the spade. The mud absorbs it greedily. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take spade" | ||||
Floyd | The broken spade slides free of the mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns southeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows glow in the thickening sunlight. Behind Floyd | you stands the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to Floyd | the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is half-buried at the base of the hilltop. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "wedge blade under boulder" | ||||
Floyd | You notice a cave of some sort behind the boulder. (Who would have Floyd | guessed?) Floyd | Floyd | You push the spade under the boulder, kick the blade to settle it, and Floyd | lean on the shaft. Nothing happens for a moment, and you're leaning Floyd | harder, and the boulder starts to move, and Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | The spade's shaft has broken off in your hands, right above the blade, Floyd | which is now caught under the boulder. On the other hand, you've moved Floyd | the boulder up out of its hole; it's balanced on the rim. Floyd | Floyd | From within some tall grass, you notice a pair of dark eyes. The grass Floyd | blinks, and then it is a small, orange fox who watches you solemnly. Floyd | Floyd | The fox chases around your feet for a moment. It seems to be watching Floyd | something you hold. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes asks, "dig mud?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You squeeze behind the boulder and crawl inside. Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. Floyd | It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, Floyd | narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a circle of Floyd | scarlet and gold to the west, partially obscured by the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | An ancient and filthy blanket is crumpled against one wall of the cave. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Corporal_Touchy arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | Jacqueline sighs and undoes to try that. | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig mud" | ||||
Floyd | You scrape some mud away. Aside from getting your hands dirty, it Floyd | accomplishes little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns southeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows glow in the thickening sunlight. Behind Floyd | you stands the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to Floyd | the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is half-buried at the base of the hilltop. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "wedge blade under rock" | ||||
Floyd | You notice a cave of some sort behind the boulder. (Who would have Floyd | guessed?) Floyd | Floyd | You push the spade under the boulder, kick the blade to settle it, and Floyd | lean on the shaft. Nothing happens for a moment, and you're leaning Floyd | harder, and the boulder starts to move, and Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | The spade's shaft has broken off in your hands, right above the blade, Floyd | which is now caught under the boulder. On the other hand, you've moved Floyd | the boulder up out of its hole; it's balanced on the rim. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "sorry.. i'm of the old school use for spade brigade" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "enter cave" | ||||
Floyd | You squeeze behind the boulder and crawl inside. Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. Floyd | It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, Floyd | narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a circle of Floyd | scarlet and gold to the west, partially obscured by the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | An ancient and filthy blanket is crumpled against one wall of the cave. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take blanket" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. The sun is settling to the horizon, amid a Floyd | scattering of clouds which have begun to drift in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf5" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows glow in the sunlight, sweeping to the Floyd | ribbons of color on the horizon. Behind you stands the last stony lump Floyd | of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Hm... can the fox appear at the shed? Can he hop across the gap?" | |||
| smartgenes says, "can we push boulder" | ||||
| inky says, "when you pushed it before it broke the bridge" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "ah" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to SG), "We can - it rolls down the hill, destroys the bridge, and we answer to the park rangers." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "And trust me - you don't want to have to answer to the park rangers." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "(kidding)" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "tell fox to climb the tree now, you little blighter" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Foxes can't climb, SG. That's cats." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "and bring the key down with you" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Or black bears." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Canines are generally poor climbers." | ||||
| Corporal_Touchy says, "Evening clubbers. Sorry I missed today's challenge had some programming work to do. :/" | ||||
| Bert says, "It seems like we haven't actually done much of anything around the tree after we woke up." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "the challenge is still ON" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Bert), "No, that's true." | ||||
| inky asks, "you pushed it over or something, didn't you?" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "it fell over with the thunderclap" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "No, it - right." | ||||
| Bert says (to inky), "I think we restored to go digging just a few turns after we discovered it." | ||||
| Corporal_Touchy asks (of smartgenes), "Yeah, but I don't like joining late. Will there be a second game tonight?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "It was hit by lightning." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to CT), "No." | ||||
| Corporal_Touchy exclaims (at Jacqueline), "sorry!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to CT), "No need to apologize - I was just answering your question." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "(to touchy) we have a bucket of water, a blanket (which can get wet), a shed with a lock, a tree, a stream, a foc, and the stick of a broken spade.. oh and a cave" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "a foc is a fox" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We restarted so that I could check out a couple of mapping things and dig. Now we've restarted and gotten the blanket as quickly as possible and saved." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I could go ahead and sleep, if you want." | ||||
| Bert says, "I would sleep and save, yeah." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "mmkay" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | From within some tall grass, you notice a pair of dark eyes. The grass Floyd | blinks, and then it is a small, orange fox who watches you solemnly. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "oh save and sleep" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "throw stick" | ||||
Floyd | The fox cocks its head as you wind up; it tenses to spring, and you Floyd | hurl the stick far back into the undergrowth. With a yip the fox Floyd | streaks after it. Floyd | Floyd | A moment later it's back, bushy tail high. It drops its prize at your Floyd | feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I've already saved." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I just have to wait for it to get rainy and stuff to sleep." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take stick" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "throw stick" | ||||
Floyd | The fox cocks its head as you wind up; it tenses to spring, and you Floyd | hurl the stick far back into the undergrowth. With a yip the fox Floyd | streaks after it. Floyd | Floyd | A moment later it's back, bushy tail high. It drops its prize at your Floyd | feet with an unexpected clink. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take stick" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The western horizon has become a surging sea of gold and scarlet waves. Floyd | The light is magical -- a cool bronze radiance that somehow makes the Floyd | grass and foliage more intensely green than ever. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "enter cave" | ||||
Floyd | You squeeze behind the boulder and crawl inside. Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. Floyd | It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, Floyd | narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a circle of Floyd | blinding crimson to the west, partially obscured by the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "ooh magical" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||||
Floyd | It's not even dark yet! Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. The moment is gone. The sun has set, although the Floyd | clouds are still well-lit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||||
Floyd | You're not feeling tired yet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | smartgenes says, "examine back of cave" | |||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. The sky is dimming, and a mist is rolling in, under Floyd | the clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x back of cave" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||||
Floyd | You're not feeling tired yet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. The mist is turning to a drizzle of rain. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes asks, "did we examine fox?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes. First playthrough." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||||
Floyd | You're not feeling tired yet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. It's dark and it's raining. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||||
Floyd | You wrap yourself snugly in the blanket and curl up on the floor. It's Floyd | hard, but you're dry and warm. What else could you ask for? Your eyes Floyd | close and the cave drifts away... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | ||||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Stone dissolves around you as move up and forwards, into a grainy grey Floyd | light. A mindless roar stretches in all directions; but it is troubled Floyd | by a distant murmur. The new sound swells, whispering, pounding, then Floyd | shouting at you, and you cannot make it out and you cannot make it go Floyd | -- Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Something awakens you. Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. Floyd | It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, Floyd | narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a dim circle of Floyd | grey to the west, partially obscured by the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | The voices are still audible. They surge and swell, on the edge of Floyd | audibility, somewhere to the west. You are almost certain you hear your Floyd | name being called. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. The rain lashes your face. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, the world is cloaked in dark rain, and scarred Floyd | with distant lightning. Behind you stands the last stony lump of hill. Floyd | A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A rusty steel key is lying on the ground. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The blanket has gotten quite soaked. Floyd | Floyd | That's odd. The steel key doesn't seem as rusty as you first thought. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop blanket" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. The rain lashes your face. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, the world is cloaked in dark rain, and scarred Floyd | with distant lightning. Behind you stands the last stony lump of hill. Floyd | A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A rusty steel key is lying on the ground. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | That's odd. The steel key doesn't seem as rusty as you first thought. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Wait - steel key?!" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Where did that come from?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "The blanket?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We SEARCHED the blanket!" | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "maybe we are beneath a steel sky?" | ||||
| Bert asks, "Not saving right after waking up?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Oh, it was just lying here?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "What, under the boulder?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Bert), "Sorry, probably should have." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "how did we miss it last time" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I can save now." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to SG), "I am not sure." | ||||
| Bert says (to Jacq), "Check when you threw the stick." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Let me undo to where we woke up and then save." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | WeirdBeard says, "I have work to do. See you guys next week." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| WeirdBeard announces, "ifMUD was brought to you today by the letters W and B and by the number 42." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes asks, "did it fall out the blanket?" | |||
| Bert says, "No." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm not sure how many to go back." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf6" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. Floyd | It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, Floyd | narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a lit circle of Floyd | grey to the west, partially obscured by the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. It's dark and it's raining. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||||
Floyd | You wrap yourself snugly in the blanket and curl up on the floor. It's Floyd | hard, but you're dry and warm. What else could you ask for? Your eyes Floyd | close and the cave drifts away... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | ||||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Stone dissolves around you as move up and forwards, into a grainy grey Floyd | light. A mindless roar stretches in all directions; but it is troubled Floyd | by a distant murmur. The new sound swells, whispering, pounding, then Floyd | shouting at you, and you cannot make it out and you cannot make it go Floyd | -- Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Something awakens you. Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. Floyd | It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, Floyd | narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a dim circle of Floyd | grey to the west, partially obscured by the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | The voices are still audible. They surge and swell, on the edge of Floyd | audibility, somewhere to the west. You are almost certain you hear your Floyd | name being called. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop blanket" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. The rain lashes your face. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, the world is cloaked in dark rain, and scarred Floyd | with distant lightning. Behind you stands the last stony lump of hill. Floyd | A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A rusty steel key is lying on the ground. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | That's odd. The steel key doesn't seem as rusty as you first thought. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take key" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "To the shed?" | |||
| smartgenes asks, ""as you first thought"?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah. Dunno about that 'as you first thought thing.'" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. A black expanse Floyd | stretches to the north and west, impenetrable with rain. Every few Floyd | moments, a directionless flicker of lightning tries to pull detail from Floyd | the darkness; but there is only mist. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | A stream of runoff water is flowing down from the southeast, and Floyd | pouring down the trench to the unseen stream below. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Rain Floyd | hides the stream below and the hilltop above, and to the west is only Floyd | dark. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. You could probably use it to get Floyd | across. (One of those little coincidences that makes your life a little Floyd | nicer.) Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, and streams down the northwest path. Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You stretch a foot towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two Floyd | quick steps. The bush trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | You are in a dense tangle of shadow, bushes, and small trees. The Floyd | ground falls away to the southeast, into darkness and rain. Floyd | Floyd | A trail curves down to the southwest. Another cuts along the hill to Floyd | the north, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the north. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "unlock shed" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to unlock the old shed with? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "key" | ||||
Floyd | The lock is stiff. You give the key a jerk; the latch scrapes, and the Floyd | door swings open. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert | Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "throw stick" | |||
| smartgenes says, "haha" | ||||
| Bert says, "'The fox cocks its head as you wind up; it tenses to spring, and you hurl the stick far back into the undergrowth. With a yip the fox streaks after it.'" | ||||
| Bert says, "'A moment later it's back, bushy tail high. It drops its prize at your feet with an unexpected clink.'" | ||||
| Bert | Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take stick" | ||||
| Bert says, "'You can't see any such thing." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Bert), "Thanks." | ||||
| Bert says, "You're welcome." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "go-go shed" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "So that was the puzzle, and I just missed it whilst screwing around. heh." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You step hesitantly into the darkness. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | You feel the hollow darkness of an enclosed space. To the west, an Floyd | oblong of flat grey half-light betrays the doorway. Nothing else is Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder from outside. Floyd | Floyd | The pure white fades into a greenish glare. Flat colored shadows show Floyd | the outlines of everything around you; you hold your head still to Floyd | focus on the afterimages. Floyd | Floyd | In a Small Shed Floyd | The shed is only a few paces long, and nearly empty. The door is to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | A pair of large canvas bags is piled untidily here. One is rather Floyd | dirty; the other has a tear along one seam, from which sand dribbles Floyd | onto the ground. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "clink? (also, back)" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Yeah, we got the key." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, I have to leave soonish." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Wonder how close we are." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "it was a bug DavidW" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "what was a bug?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "No, it wasn't a bug - it was us not paying attention." | ||||
| Bert says, "I imagine Zarf assumed that when you threw the stick, you'd pay attention to the message that it gave and would have seen the key." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes." | ||||
| smartgenes asks, "i thought we had the key already?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Nope." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "we reloaded then" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x bags" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the dirty sandbag or the torn sandbag? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dirty sandbag" | ||||
Floyd | It's a canvas bag, more than two feet long. The surface is liberally Floyd | smeared with mud. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | It is dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "What was it that destroyed the bridge before?" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "We have to wait for lightning for a light source, I take it?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, the bridge has been destroyed twice." | ||||
| Bert asks, "A lightning strike, or the tree falling, or the boulder, or the water flooding it?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Once by us - the rock - and once by lightning." | ||||
| Bert says, "The second time, I mean." | ||||
| DavidW says, "And maybe wash off the mud from the sandbag to read any markings." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I think it was lightning." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "clean dirty bag" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes asks, "no the rock knocks down the tree, no?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "No, SG." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "The tree is hit by lightning" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "clean dirty sandbag" | smartgenes says, "i mean the lightning knocks down the tree" | |||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We have to wait for lightning, methinks." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. Simultaneously the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder from outside. It is echoed by a splintering crash from Floyd | somewhere outside. Floyd | Floyd | The pure white fades into a greenish glare. Flat colored shadows show Floyd | the outlines of everything around you; you hold your head still to Floyd | focus on the afterimages. Floyd | Floyd | In a Small Shed Floyd | The shed is only a few paces long, and nearly empty. The door is to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | A pair of large canvas bags is piled untidily here. One is rather Floyd | dirty; the other has a tear along one seam, from which sand dribbles Floyd | onto the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We get two turns of light." | |||
| DavidW says, "oh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Please drive, by all means, as I have to go soon." | ||||
| DavidW says, "no, I'm quite lost. Better if someone else drove." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, unfortunately I think both Bert and I need to head out." | ||||
| You have been superseded. | ||||
| --- Disconnected on Sunday, August 10, 2008, 11:58 AM --- | ||||
| --- Connected for 2 hours, 33 minutes, 29 seconds --- | ||||
| --- Connected on Sunday, August 10, 2008, 11:58 AM --- | ||||
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| ifMUD | ||||
| An interactive conversation | ||||
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| Release 4 / Serial number 990908 / perlMUD v2.1z | ||||
| The Seventh Sea | ||||
| This is it! The mythical Seventh Sea! Arr, there'll be plunderin' tonight! | ||||
| You can see: Shh! sign, dartboard, Cast of Characters, Saturday 6pm EST group, Sunday 3pm EST group, Jehiela, Yasmina, fudge dice, megacounter, aspect tracker, drama die dispenser, pile of 10-sided dice, dice bag, sorte deck | ||||
| Players: GM, Cat, Gert | ||||
| Visible Exits: south, west | ||||
| There are 11 new messages on #games/roleplaying/7thsea. | ||||
| There are 43 new messages on #games/roleplaying/D&D. | ||||
| There are 8 new messages on #games/roleplaying/Helvetica. | ||||
| There are 24 new messages on #games/roleplaying/rpg. | ||||
| There is one new message on #games/roleplaying/shadowrun. | ||||
| There are 15 new messages on #games/roleplaying/Spirit. | ||||
| There are 7 new messages on #games/roleplaying/TPK. | ||||
| There are 7 new messages on #games/roleplaying/ussura. | ||||
| There are 3 new messages on #games/whiz-games. | ||||
| There are 51 new messages on #if/clubfloyd. | ||||
| There are 2 new messages on the main bulletin board. | ||||
| You mute all channels temporarily. | ||||
| You un-mute #if/clubfloyd. | ||||
| Playtime! | ||||
| Toyshop and Floyditorium | ||||
| Bulging toychests make this a child's (or child-at-heart's) dream. Play all day, play all night. A small booth has been erected and is staffed by a friendly robot. The sign over it says, "INFOKOM GAMEZ 5 cents". A small notice on the door reads, "PLEASE RETURN TOYS TO THIS ROOM WHEN YOU'RE DONE WITH THEM." | ||||
| You can see: green button, banana machine, faucets, toy catalogue, a crystal ball, cuddly walrus, clicker, cloak, tic-tac-toe, thermometer, yellow button, waldo whisper object, checkers board, Werewolf rules, bunny burger, signaling device, Mike Tyson, IF Programmer Barbie, IF FLOYD'S DOWN, TELL JOTA -- OR ELSE HE WON'T KNOW, Autohugger, Photocopier, basketball, midterm monster, frobozz magic dispenser, fun shiny toy, madlibs, orange, jukebox, FREE DONUTS machine, long-stemmed red rose, dfan's quest, miniature ifMUD, Pun Police Whistle, orange door, monkey guru, mind chess, the 'hello there, clubfloyd!' cube, apple, a zorkmid, storyharp, save button, specimen jar, soda reading 'Don't drink me!', Gene Ray, jellybean, Best of Speed?, Gak, ClubFloyd Suggestions, colourcoding device | ||||
| Players: Waldo, Floyd, Bert, Jacqueline, DavidW, Taleslinger, inky, smartgenes, Corporal_Touchy | ||||
| Visible Exits: northeast (to the Lounge) | smartgenes says, "open sandbags" | |||
| Bert asks, "Try not to kill Perry?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | dirty sandbag: You heave the dirty sandbag, awkwardly, up into your Floyd | arms. Floyd | torn sandbag: One of these things, you can barely carry. Two, never. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | It is dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Bert), "I'm not sure what happened - I think someone tried to gank him for RPG." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Ah - yeah. I asked about this earlier." | ||||
| smartgenes asks, "hmm use for sandbags?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of Bert), "Do you guys have an alternate, or do you need Perry?" | ||||
| Bert says, "We'll be fine." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Did you let Mis know what's going on?" | ||||
| Bert says, "I just walked in there and they already seemed to know." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Is he cool?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Okay." | ||||
| Bert says, "He is so cool he is ice, baby." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We should probably set up our own logging account, since this has happened a couple of times now." | ||||
| Bert says, "Any account can be used to log.[1]" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes." | ||||
| Bert says, "[1] Offer not applicable to Guest accounts." | ||||
| inky has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | Jacqueline says, "Right." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "So, Bert and inky are heading out for RPG." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I need to go to a charity function and actually am expected to speak at it, so I have to be on time." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Who is left?" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "open dirty sandbag" | ||||
Floyd | It's sewn shut. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "I still recommend checking out the downed tree and trying to mess with and possibly move the sandbags." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I wish I could just ask for a delay until I get home, but I have company coming over this evening." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I will happily keep my system running and logging while you guys play." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Looks like SG is driving. Good deal." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I shall see you all later." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "I think you'll be able to catch up quickly. It's not like you've missed out on plot." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "looks like i volunteered myself somehow" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "There really isn't much of a plot... just puzzles." | ||||
| smartgenes asks, "so do we need to open the bags or seal them both?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I will be back later to figure out if we're on for next week or not. See you guys in a couple of hours." | ||||
| Jacqueline heads out. | ||||
| smartgenes says, "bye J" | ||||
| smartgenes asks, "has my connection blown?" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a dirty sandbag, a rusty key and a battered tin Floyd | bucket. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "I have to head out, too." | |||
| Taleslinger says, "Have fun, y'all." | ||||
| Taleslinger has to return some videotapes. | smartgenes says, "i vote for all to share moves" | |||
| Bert says (to W), "In short: we found the key, slept in the cave, woke up in the middle of the night (while there's still a thunderstorm happening), heard a search party that for some reason we don't want to reveal ourselves to, discovered that lightning has knocked the tree down, unlocked the shed, and found sandbags inside." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "What's special about the tree?" | ||||
| Bert says, "It used to be tall and unclimbable." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "there is a bridge and a stream with which we filled the bucket" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "look" | Bert says, "Now it is broken and on the ground and possibly being a useful log in some form." | |||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | You feel the hollow darkness of an enclosed space. To the west, an Floyd | oblong of flat grey half-light betrays the doorway. Nothing else is Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | You are in a dense tangle of shadow, bushes, and small trees. The Floyd | ground falls away to the southeast, into darkness and rain. Floyd | Floyd | A trail curves down to the southwest. Another cuts along the hill to Floyd | the north, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the north. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is open to the Floyd | unrelieved darkness within. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere below, you hear a terrible Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | You know without seeing that the bridge has been destroyed. You begin Floyd | to rush downhill, but the trail seems to stretch and time takes on the Floyd | weight of nightmare... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | DavidW says, "I think the dirty sandbag might be labelled or marked in some way. I would try to find out what, if anything, it says on it." | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "x dirty sandbag" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | You awaken in the cave, sore and cold, bathed in the listless light of Floyd | an overcast dawn. By the time you wade across the swollen stream, Floyd | you're as soaked and miserable as if you'd slept out in the rain after Floyd | all. You reach civilization exhausted and with what promises to be a Floyd | lovely cough. Floyd | Floyd | *** Things could have turned out better. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | Bert says, "Also, you may want to restore to the last saved game, because lightning will destroy the bridge after a certain number of turns." | |||
| Bert says, "(Did Jacq actually save after waking, or do you need to do all the waiting and sleeping again?)" | ||||
| smartgenes exclaims, "you are right!" | ||||
| smartgenes asks, "we get the key before sleeping right?" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waiting on the shore; sand yields beneath my feet Floyd | The water shouts and roars and rushes Floyd | And breaks on the rocks, and Floyd | Never comes near to where I wait. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | The picnic is going full blast, which is exactly why you've wandered Floyd | away from it. It's not that you don't like your new companions; it's Floyd | just that after weeks of spending each day around them, a noisy weekend Floyd | cook-out isn't the way to relax. Some exploration -- on your own -- is Floyd | an appealing thought. Floyd | Floyd | None of them noticed you drifting away, anyhow. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER Floyd | An Interactive Short Story Floyd | Copyright 1995-6 by Andrew Plotkin. Please copy and play freely. Floyd | (First-time players should type "about".) Floyd | Release 6 / Serial number 960613 / Inform v1405 Library 5/8 Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Meadow Floyd | The grasses are fragrant under the sunshine of a late, late summer Floyd | afternoon. A stream chatters by at your feet, and a weathered old Floyd | wooden bridge stretches across it to the east. Beyond the stream, a Floyd | scrubby hillside stretches upward. Floyd | Floyd | The shouts of the volleyball players and the boom-box thump are Floyd | pleasantly far off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Lightning destroys the bridge?" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The bridge creaks as you cross it, and sways a bit. Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | A slope descends to the noisy stream to the west. The old wooden bridge Floyd | which spans it leans comfortably against the bank at your feet. To the Floyd | east rises the flank of the hill, shining in the afternoon sunlight; Floyd | two usable trails lead up around it, to the south and the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I just wanna lie down. My stomach's all a bit queasy." | |||
| Bert says (to W), "The thing you just saw a moment ago." | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | Elsewhere in the park, flowers lie in hollows and peek out from under Floyd | the brush. Here you have found a profusion of them. Sprays of white and Floyd | blue lie everywhere; the vines ripple yellow. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond a slight rise to the west, the ground drops precipitously to the Floyd | stream. A trail leads northward towards the bridge; another heads Floyd | steeply up to the east, and a third curves around the hill to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A glint in a nearby bush looks more metallic than floral. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get glint" | ||||
Floyd | (It turns out to be a battered old tin bucket.) Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | Floyd | You catch a pair of dark eyes in the edge of your vision; then they are Floyd | gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "fill bucket" | ||||
Floyd | You fill the bucket with water. Floyd | Floyd | From within some tall grass, you notice a pair of dark eyes. The grass Floyd | blinks, and then it is a small, orange fox who watches you solemnly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "x fox" | ||||
Floyd | The fox's eyes gleam darkly. Floyd | Floyd | The sun is lazily approaching the horizon. Floyd | Floyd | The fox chases its tail furiously for a moment, then stops and stares Floyd | at you to make sure you didn't see. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The hillside is bare rock in that direction, and much too steep to Floyd | climb. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "sorry, I gotta lie down. I can't concentrate on anything." | |||
| smartgenes asks, "ok who else is with me?" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. The park stretches Floyd | off to the north and west, a vast expanse of bright meadowland, patched Floyd | with dark woods and stitched with streams that glitter in the sunlight. Floyd | In the distance, a lake reflects orange fire from the setting sun. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Abandoned in the mud near it is a spade. You figure someone was using Floyd | the spade to dig the trench, and you can also figure why he stopped; Floyd | the shaft is broken off about two feet up from the blade. The handle Floyd | end is nowhere in sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "pour water" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to pour the quantity of water on? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "mud" | ||||
Floyd | You splash the water around the spade. The mud absorbs it greedily. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get spade" | ||||
Floyd | The broken spade slides free of the mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "dig trench" | ||||
Floyd | You scrape some more dirt from the trench. Aside from getting your Floyd | hands dirty, it accomplishes little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Floyd | Greenery hides the stream below and the hilltop above, but the meadows Floyd | and sky beyond sweep away endlessly to the west. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. You could probably use it to get Floyd | across. (One of those little coincidences that makes your life a little Floyd | nicer.) Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You heft the broken spade, considering your balance. You stretch a foot Floyd | towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two quick steps. The bush Floyd | trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | You are in a dense tangle of bushes and small trees. The ground falls Floyd | away to the southeast, to the meadows below; you can see a lake far to Floyd | the west. Floyd | Floyd | A trail curves down to the southwest. Another cuts along the hill to Floyd | the north, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the north. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is closed. Floyd | Floyd | The sun is settling to the horizon, amid a scattering of clouds which Floyd | have begun to drift in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "throw stick" | ||||
Floyd | Thrown. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get stick" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "x shed" | ||||
Floyd | The shed is weathered but sturdy, still wearing the tatters of a coat Floyd | of white paint. The door is closed. The lock looks badly rusted. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "x trees" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a broken spade and a battered tin bucket. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears under a nearby bush. Floyd | Floyd | The fox darts at something in the undergrowth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "throw stick" | ||||
Floyd | Thrown. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes asks, "i thought it was hear i threw the stick?" | |||
| smartgenes says, "but there is the message about the fox darting in the undergrowth" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get stick" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The western horizon has become a surging sea of gold and scarlet waves. Floyd | The light is magical -- a cool bronze radiance that somehow makes the Floyd | grass and foliage more intensely green than ever. Floyd | Floyd | The fox has slipped away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | You are in a dense tangle of bushes, small trees, and shadow. The Floyd | ground falls away to the southeast, to the green meadows below; you can Floyd | see a lake far to the west. Floyd | Floyd | A trail curves down to the southwest. Another cuts along the hill to Floyd | the north, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the north. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "dig undergrowth" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You heft the broken spade, considering your balance. You stretch a foot Floyd | towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two quick steps. The bush Floyd | trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | The moment is gone. The sun has set, although the clouds are still Floyd | well-lit. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a pair of dark eyes in the edge of your vision; then they are Floyd | gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER is now in its "verbose" mode, which always Floyd | gives long descriptions of locations (even if you've been there Floyd | before). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns southeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows fade in the last light. Behind you stands Floyd | the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the Floyd | northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is half-buried at the base of the hilltop. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears under a nearby bush. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "throw stick" | ||||
Floyd | Thrown. Floyd | Floyd | The fox darts at something in the undergrowth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get stick" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wedge boulder" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to wedge the boulder in? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wedge stick" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to wedge the broken spade in? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a broken spade and a battered tin bucket. Floyd | Floyd | The fox vanishes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wedge boulder" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to wedge the boulder in? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "with spade" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wedge spade" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to wedge the broken spade in? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "in boulder" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to in. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes asks, "huh what was the command?" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "pry boulder" | ||||
Floyd | As you lean over the boulder, you notice a cave of some sort behind it. Floyd | Floyd | You grasp the boulder as best you can and heave -- fruitlessly. It's Floyd | well sunk into the ground. Floyd | Floyd | The sky is dimming, and a mist is rolling in, under the clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "lift boulder" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "insert spade" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to insert the broken spade in? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "in boulder" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "insert spade" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to insert the broken spade in? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "boulder" | ||||
Floyd | You push the spade under the boulder, kick the blade to settle it, and Floyd | lean on the shaft. Nothing happens for a moment, and you're leaning Floyd | harder, and the boulder starts to move, and Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | The spade's shaft has broken off in your hands, right above the blade, Floyd | which is now caught under the boulder. On the other hand, you've moved Floyd | the boulder up out of its hole; it's balanced on the rim. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "that was damm stoopid author commands" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get boulder" | ||||
Floyd | The boulder is too heavy to lift. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get blade" | ||||
Floyd | The boulder is resting full on the spade blade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You squeeze behind the boulder and crawl inside. Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. Floyd | It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, Floyd | narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a lit circle of Floyd | grey to the west, partially obscured by the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | An ancient and filthy blanket is crumpled against one wall of the cave. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "x blanket" | ||||
Floyd | It's a ratty old blanket, torn and mouse-chewed, tangled with bits of Floyd | twig and old leaves. Nonetheless, it looks warm. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows fade in the mist. Behind you stands the Floyd | last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The mist is turning to a drizzle of rain. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "throw stick" | ||||
Floyd | Thrown. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get stick" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | ||||
| smartgenes arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows fade in the mist and rain. Behind you Floyd | stands the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the Floyd | northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "running verrry sloooowwww" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wait" | ||||
| smartgenes goes home. | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wait" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | It's dark and it's raining. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears from behind the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | The fox glances at you, or perhaps something you hold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "throw stick" | ||||
Floyd | You wind up and hurl the stick into the undergrowth. The fox turn to Floyd | watch it fly, and then looks back at you. Its expression is quite Floyd | clear: if you want the stick lost in cold, dripping-wet vegetation, Floyd | that's entirely a matter between you and the stick. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get stick" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes asks, "huh?" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, the world is cloaked in rain. Behind you stands Floyd | the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the Floyd | northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A small orange fox is perched nearby, staring at you with undisguised Floyd | interest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The fox disappears in a flash of orange fur. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "go cave" | ||||
Floyd | You squeeze behind the boulder and crawl inside. Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. Floyd | It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, Floyd | narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a dim circle of Floyd | grey to the west, partially obscured by the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | An ancient and filthy blanket is crumpled against one wall of the cave. Floyd | Floyd | You are getting tired. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a broken spade shaft and a battered tin bucket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows fade in the mist. Behind you stands the Floyd | last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You squeeze behind the boulder and crawl inside. Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. Floyd | It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, Floyd | narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a lit circle of Floyd | grey to the west, partially obscured by the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | An ancient and filthy blanket is crumpled against one wall of the cave. Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. The mist is turning to a drizzle of rain. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||||
Floyd | You're not feeling tired yet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wear blanke" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "go blanket" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wear blanket" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the blanket) Floyd | You can't wear that! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. It's dark and it's raining. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You are getting tired. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||||
Floyd | You wrap yourself snugly in the blanket and curl up on the floor. It's Floyd | hard, but you're dry and warm. What else could you ask for? Your eyes Floyd | close and the cave drifts away... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Stone dissolves around you as move up and forwards, into a grainy grey Floyd | light. A mindless roar stretches in all directions; but it is troubled Floyd | by a distant murmur. The new sound swells, whispering, pounding, then Floyd | shouting at you, and you cannot make it out and you cannot make it go Floyd | -- Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Something awakens you. Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. Floyd | It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, Floyd | narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a dim circle of Floyd | grey to the west, partially obscured by the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | The voices are still audible. They surge and swell, on the edge of Floyd | audibility, somewhere to the west. You are almost certain you hear your Floyd | name being called. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "f" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. The rain lashes your face. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, the world is cloaked in dark rain, and scarred Floyd | with distant lightning. Behind you stands the last stony lump of hill. Floyd | A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The blanket has gotten quite soaked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "drop blanket" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. The rain lashes your face. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, the world is cloaked in dark rain, and scarred Floyd | with distant lightning. Behind you stands the last stony lump of hill. Floyd | A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. A black expanse Floyd | stretches to the north and west, impenetrable with rain. Every few Floyd | moments, a directionless flicker of lightning tries to pull detail from Floyd | the darkness; but there is only mist. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | A stream of runoff water is flowing down from the southeast, and Floyd | pouring down the trench to the unseen stream below. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. Simultaneously the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. It is echoed by a splintering crash from the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The torrent of runoff slackens sharply; in moments there is only a Floyd | trickle left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere below, you hear a terrible Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | You know without seeing that the bridge has been destroyed. You begin Floyd | to rush downhill, but the trail seems to stretch and time takes on the Floyd | weight of nightmare... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | You awaken in the cave, sore and cold, bathed in the listless light of Floyd | an overcast dawn. By the time you wade across the swollen stream, Floyd | you're as soaked and miserable as if you'd slept out in the rain after Floyd | all. You reach civilization exhausted and with what promises to be a Floyd | lovely cough. Floyd | Floyd | *** Things could have turned out better. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows fade in the mist. Behind you stands the Floyd | last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears from behind the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "throw stick" | ||||
Floyd | The fox cocks its head as you wind up; it tenses to spring, and you Floyd | hurl the stick far back into the undergrowth. With a yip the fox Floyd | streaks after it. Floyd | Floyd | A moment later it's back, bushy tail high. It drops its prize at your Floyd | feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get stick" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The mist is turning to a drizzle of rain. Floyd | Floyd | The fox glances at you, or perhaps something you hold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows fade in the mist and rain. Behind you Floyd | stands the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the Floyd | northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A small orange fox is perched nearby, staring at you with undisguised Floyd | interest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The fox blinks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "push boulder" | ||||
Floyd | You grasp the boulder as best you can and heave. It goes tumbling Floyd | straight down the hill to the west, out of sight. A few moments later Floyd | you hear a rending Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | A sudden wave of nerves pulls you downhill after it.... Floyd | Floyd | You were right; the bridge has been neatly demolished, and the boulder Floyd | sits innocently in the stream, in the wreckage. So much for your little Floyd | exploration. You go off, resigned, to tell the park rangers what you've Floyd | done. Floyd | Floyd | *** Things could have turned out better. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a broken spade shaft and a battered tin bucket. Floyd | Floyd | The fox disappears in a flash of orange fur. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "somehow i lost the bucket in the earlier game" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. The park stretches Floyd | off to the north and west, a vast expanse of dark meadowland, barely Floyd | visible in the thickening mist. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "throw stick" | ||||
Floyd | Thrown. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get stick" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The trickle of runoff coming down the southeast path gains strength. Floyd | Rapidly it becomes a small torrent, pouring by you, out along the Floyd | trench, and down to the stream below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW has disconnected. | ||||
| DavidW goes home. | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns southeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows fade in the mist and rain. Behind you Floyd | stands the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the Floyd | northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | It's dark and it's raining. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears on a nearby rock. Floyd | Floyd | The fox suddenly shakes a shower of droplets off itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | The underbrush is too dense in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | The ground drops off, dangerously steeply, in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | The underbrush is too dense in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. A dark expanse Floyd | stretches to the north and west, impenetrable with rain. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | A stream of runoff water is flowing down from the southeast, and Floyd | pouring down the trench to the unseen stream below. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | A slope descends to the noisy stream to the west. The old wooden bridge Floyd | which spans it leans uncertainly against the bank at your feet. To the Floyd | east rises the flank of the hill, a black shape made of night and rain; Floyd | two usable trails lead up around it, to the south and the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "fill bucket" | ||||
Floyd | You fill the bucket with water. Floyd | Floyd | You are getting tired. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The hillside is bare rock in that direction, and much too steep to Floyd | climb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | A profusion of flowers lie here, mostly furled against the rain. Edges Floyd | of white and blue and yellow barely show in the darkness. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond a slight rise to the west, the ground drops precipitously to the Floyd | stream. A trail leads northward towards the bridge; another heads Floyd | steeply up to the east, and a third curves around the hill to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns northeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Rain Floyd | hides the stream below and the hilltop above, and to the west is only Floyd | dark. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, and streams down the northwest path. Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears on a nearby rock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "throw stick" | ||||
Floyd | You wind up and hurl the stick into the undergrowth. The fox turn to Floyd | watch it fly, and then looks back at you. Its expression is quite Floyd | clear: if you want the stick lost in cold, dripping-wet vegetation, Floyd | that's entirely a matter between you and the stick. Floyd | Floyd | It's dark and it's raining. Hard. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get stick" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "f" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. Floyd | It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, Floyd | narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a dim circle of Floyd | grey to the west, partially obscured by the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. The rain lashes your face. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, the world is cloaked in dark rain, and scarred Floyd | with distant lightning. Behind you stands the last stony lump of hill. Floyd | A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The blanket has gotten quite soaked. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "drop blanket" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. The rain lashes your face. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, the world is cloaked in dark rain, and scarred Floyd | with distant lightning. Behind you stands the last stony lump of hill. Floyd | A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to restart? | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Waiting on the shore; sand yields beneath my feet Floyd | The water shouts and roars and rushes Floyd | And breaks on the rocks, and Floyd | Never comes near to where I wait. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | The picnic is going full blast, which is exactly why you've wandered Floyd | away from it. It's not that you don't like your new companions; it's Floyd | just that after weeks of spending each day around them, a noisy weekend Floyd | cook-out isn't the way to relax. Some exploration -- on your own -- is Floyd | an appealing thought. Floyd | Floyd | None of them noticed you drifting away, anyhow. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER Floyd | An Interactive Short Story Floyd | Copyright 1995-6 by Andrew Plotkin. Please copy and play freely. Floyd | (First-time players should type "about".) Floyd | Release 6 / Serial number 960613 / Inform v1405 Library 5/8 Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Meadow Floyd | The grasses are fragrant under the sunshine of a late, late summer Floyd | afternoon. A stream chatters by at your feet, and a weathered old Floyd | wooden bridge stretches across it to the east. Beyond the stream, a Floyd | scrubby hillside stretches upward. Floyd | Floyd | The shouts of the volleyball players and the boom-box thump are Floyd | pleasantly far off to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The bridge creaks as you cross it, and sways a bit. Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | A slope descends to the noisy stream to the west. The old wooden bridge Floyd | which spans it leans comfortably against the bank at your feet. To the Floyd | east rises the flank of the hill, shining in the afternoon sunlight; Floyd | two usable trails lead up around it, to the south and the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | Elsewhere in the park, flowers lie in hollows and peek out from under Floyd | the brush. Here you have found a profusion of them. Sprays of white and Floyd | blue lie everywhere; the vines ripple yellow. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond a slight rise to the west, the ground drops precipitously to the Floyd | stream. A trail leads northward towards the bridge; another heads Floyd | steeply up to the east, and a third curves around the hill to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A glint in a nearby bush looks more metallic than floral. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get glint" | ||||
Floyd | (It turns out to be a battered old tin bucket.) Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "fill bucket" | ||||
Floyd | You fill the bucket with water. Floyd | Floyd | From within some tall grass, you notice a pair of dark eyes. The grass Floyd | blinks, and then it is a small, orange fox who watches you solemnly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "f ne" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. The park stretches Floyd | off to the north and west, a vast expanse of bright meadowland, patched Floyd | with dark woods and stitched with streams that glitter in the sunlight. Floyd | In the distance, a lake reflects white fire from the setting sun. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Abandoned in the mud near it is a spade. You figure someone was using Floyd | the spade to dig the trench, and you can also figure why he stopped; Floyd | the shaft is broken off about two feet up from the blade. The handle Floyd | end is nowhere in sight. Floyd | Floyd | The sun is lazily approaching the horizon. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears on a nearby rock. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "have to throw the stick early" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "pour water" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to pour the quantity of water on? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "mud" | ||||
Floyd | You splash the water around the spade. The mud absorbs it greedily. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get spade" | ||||
Floyd | The broken spade slides free of the mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns southeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows glow in the thickening sunlight. Behind Floyd | you stands the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to Floyd | the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is half-buried at the base of the hilltop. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "pry boulder with spade" | ||||
Floyd | You notice a cave of some sort behind the boulder. (Who would have Floyd | guessed?) Floyd | Floyd | You push the spade under the boulder, kick the blade to settle it, and Floyd | lean on the shaft. Nothing happens for a moment, and you're leaning Floyd | harder, and the boulder starts to move, and Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | The spade's shaft has broken off in your hands, right above the blade, Floyd | which is now caught under the boulder. On the other hand, you've moved Floyd | the boulder up out of its hole; it's balanced on the rim. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears on a nearby rock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "throw stick" | ||||
Floyd | The fox cocks its head as you wind up; it tenses to spring, and you Floyd | hurl the stick far back into the undergrowth. With a yip the fox Floyd | streaks after it. Floyd | Floyd | A moment later it's back, bushy tail high. It drops its prize at your Floyd | feet. Floyd | Floyd | The sun is settling to the horizon, amid a scattering of clouds which Floyd | have begun to drift in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows glow in the sunlight, sweeping to the Floyd | ribbons of color on the horizon. Behind you stands the last stony lump Floyd | of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A small orange fox is perched nearby, staring at you with undisguised Floyd | interest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a broken spade shaft here. Floyd | Floyd | The fox chases its tail furiously for a moment, then stops and stares Floyd | at you to make sure you didn't see. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "throw stick" | ||||
Floyd | The fox cocks its head as you wind up; it tenses to spring, and you Floyd | hurl the stick far back into the undergrowth. With a yip the fox Floyd | streaks after it. Floyd | Floyd | A moment later it's back, bushy tail high. It drops its prize at your Floyd | feet with an unexpected clink. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes asks, "well thats really stupid.. why should you do it twice?" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows glow in the sunlight, sweeping to the Floyd | ribbons of color on the horizon. Behind you stands the last stony lump Floyd | of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A rusty steel key is lying on the ground. Floyd | Floyd | A small orange fox is perched nearby, staring at you with undisguised Floyd | interest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get key" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The fox darts at something in the undergrowth. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "i hate badly written games" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You squeeze behind the boulder and crawl inside. Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. Floyd | It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, Floyd | narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a circle of Floyd | scarlet and gold to the west, partially obscured by the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | An ancient and filthy blanket is crumpled against one wall of the cave. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. The western horizon has become a surging sea of Floyd | gold and scarlet waves. The light is magical -- a cool bronze radiance Floyd | that somehow makes the grass and foliage more intensely green than Floyd | ever. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. The moment is gone. The sun has set, although the Floyd | clouds are still well-lit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. The sky is dimming, and a mist is rolling in, under Floyd | the clouds. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. The mist is turning to a drizzle of rain. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You glance outside. It's dark and it's raining. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You are getting tired. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "sleep" | ||||
Floyd | You take the blanket, wrap yourself snugly in it, and curl up on the Floyd | floor. It's hard, but you're dry and warm. What else could you ask for? Floyd | Your eyes close and the cave drifts away... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "yo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Stone dissolves around you as move up and forwards, into a grainy grey Floyd | light. A mindless roar stretches in all directions; but it is troubled Floyd | by a distant murmur. The new sound swells, whispering, pounding, then Floyd | shouting at you, and you cannot make it out and you cannot make it go Floyd | -- Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Something awakens you. Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. Floyd | It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, Floyd | narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a dim circle of Floyd | grey to the west, partially obscured by the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | The voices are still audible. They surge and swell, on the edge of Floyd | audibility, somewhere to the west. You are almost certain you hear your Floyd | name being called. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "h" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. The rain lashes your face. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The blanket has gotten quite soaked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "drop blanket" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "i will drop the blanket which i never picked up" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a rusty key and a battered tin bucket. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | That's odd. The steel key doesn't seem as rusty as you first thought. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. The rain lashes your face. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | Floyd | A stream of runoff water is flowing down from the southeast, and Floyd | pouring down the trench to the unseen stream below. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Rain Floyd | hides the stream below and the hilltop above, and to the west is only Floyd | dark. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. You could probably use it to get Floyd | across. (One of those little coincidences that makes your life a little Floyd | nicer.) Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, and streams down the northwest path. Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You stretch a foot towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two Floyd | quick steps. The bush trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | You are in a dense tangle of shadow, bushes, and small trees. The Floyd | ground falls away to the southeast, into darkness and rain. Floyd | Floyd | A trail curves down to the southwest. Another cuts along the hill to Floyd | the north, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the north. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is closed. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "unlock shed" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to unlock the old shed with? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "key" | ||||
Floyd | The lock is stiff. You give the key a jerk; the latch scrapes, and the Floyd | door swings open. Floyd | Floyd | That's odd. The steel key doesn't seem as rusty as you first thought. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You step hesitantly into the darkness. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | You feel the hollow darkness of an enclosed space. To the west, an Floyd | oblong of flat grey half-light betrays the doorway. Nothing else is Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "hence jacq's thing sbout the time-limit" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wait" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder from outside. Floyd | Floyd | The pure white fades into a greenish glare. Flat colored shadows show Floyd | the outlines of everything around you; you hold your head still to Floyd | focus on the afterimages. Floyd | Floyd | In a Small Shed Floyd | The shed is only a few paces long, and nearly empty. The door is to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | A pair of large canvas bags is piled untidily here. One is rather Floyd | dirty; the other has a tear along one seam, from which sand dribbles Floyd | onto the ground. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get torn" | ||||
Floyd | You heave the torn sandbag, awkwardly, up into your arms. You manage to Floyd | do it without straining the torn cloth further. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | It is dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the north. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is open to the Floyd | unrelieved darkness within. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. Simultaneously the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. It is echoed by a splintering crash from the north. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You heft the torn sandbag, considering your balance. You stretch a foot Floyd | towards the bush, shift your weight, and take two quick steps. The bush Floyd | trembles but holds. Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | Floyd | A bush is growing out of a crack in the hillside, to the south. It's Floyd | right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | The lone tree has been laid low. About ten feet still sticks up from Floyd | the ground; the rest lies across the path and downslope, splintered and Floyd | scorched. Floyd | Floyd | A heavy branch seems to have been blown from the tree. It lies on the Floyd | ground nearby. One end is still burning. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, behind the fallen tree. Floyd | Floyd | The runoff water begins to spill out from behind the tree, down the Floyd | southwest path. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | Floyd | The trickle of rainwater coming down the east path gains strength. Floyd | Rapidly it becomes a small torrent. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | Floyd | The trickle of runoff coming down the south path gains strength. Floyd | Rapidly it becomes a small torrent. Floyd | Floyd | The runoff water is pouring down to the stream, right over the bridge Floyd | pilings. The muddy earth below the bridge is wearing away. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, and you realize the sounds comes from the west, from Floyd | the other side of the stream. And they are coming closer. You are very Floyd | sure, suddenly, that you do not want them to reach you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "drop torn" | ||||
Floyd | You lower the torn sandbag to the ground, trying not to strain it. Floyd | Floyd | The runoff water is backing up behind the torn sandbag. Floyd | Floyd | You jerk as a shape darts past you. Wild orange fury -- it's the fox, Floyd | hurtling up onto the bridge like an avenging spirit. The fox crouches Floyd | on the wet planks and stares fiercely out to the west. Floyd | Floyd | The distant murmur of voices, across the bridge, seems closer now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns southeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "push boulder" | ||||
Floyd | You grasp the boulder as best you can and heave. It goes tumbling Floyd | straight down the hill to the west, out of sight. A few moments later Floyd | you hear a rending Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | You feel a freezing rush down your back, and you know without seeing Floyd | that the bridge below has been destroyed. You begin to rush downhill, Floyd | but the trail seems to stretch and time takes on the weight of Floyd | nightmare... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "push boulder" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | You awaken in the cave, sore and cold, bathed in the listless light of Floyd | an overcast dawn. By the time you wade across the swollen stream, Floyd | you're as soaked and miserable as if you'd slept out in the rain after Floyd | all. You reach civilization exhausted and with what promises to be a Floyd | lovely cough. Floyd | Floyd | *** Things could have turned out better. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "push boulder southwest" | ||||
Floyd | You grasp the boulder as best you can and heave. It goes tumbling down Floyd | the hill to the south, curving west with the slope. A few moments later Floyd | you hear a small snap. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get blad" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get blade" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | Floyd | The bush seems to have been utterly demolished by the falling boulder. Floyd | Nothing is left in the crack but a couple of splinters. (One of those Floyd | little coincidences that makes your life a little stranger.) Floyd | Floyd | The lone tree has been laid low. About ten feet still sticks up from Floyd | the ground; the rest lies across the path and downslope, splintered and Floyd | scorched. Floyd | Floyd | A heavy branch seems to have been blown from the tree. It lies on the Floyd | ground nearby, blackened but no longer burning. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, behind the fallen tree, and streams down the southwest path. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wedge blade" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to wedge the spade blade in? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "in crack" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wedge blade" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to wedge the spade blade in? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "crack" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to crack? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wedge blade in crack" | ||||
Floyd | The spade blade slips into the crack. You stretch and give it a couple Floyd | of whacks, to wedge it in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "this is written quite quite terribly" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get branch" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| baf arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | smartgenes says, "ive had quite enough.. this is just rubbish" | |||
| baf disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Rain Floyd | hides the stream below and the hilltop above, and to the west is only Floyd | dark. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | The spade blade is jammed into a crack in the hillside, to the south. Floyd | It's right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | The lone tree has been laid low. About ten feet still sticks up from Floyd | the ground; the rest lies across the path and downslope, splintered and Floyd | scorched. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, behind the fallen tree, and streams down the southwest path. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You heft the heavy branch, considering your balance. You realize that Floyd | you'll never make it across. The blade only sticks out a few inches Floyd | from the hillside; you'd be off-balance enough by yourself, never mind Floyd | what you're carrying. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, the world is cloaked in dark rain, and scarred Floyd | with distant lightning. Behind you stands the last stony lump of hill. Floyd | A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "push boulder sw" | ||||
Floyd | You grasp the boulder as best you can and heave. It goes tumbling down Floyd | the hill to the south, curving west with the slope. A few moments later Floyd | you hear a small snap. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | The ground drops off, dangerously steeply, in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The ground drops off, dangerously steeply, in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | Floyd | The fox is crouched on the bridge, staring out to the west with Floyd | impenetrable intensity. Floyd | Floyd | A torn sandbag is lying in a narrow part of the path. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | The fox's ears twitch tensely. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | Floyd | The boulder is lying near here, on the path, wedged against the rise. Floyd | Floyd | A stream of runoff water is flowing down from the east, and backing up Floyd | on the path here. Floyd | Floyd | The runoff water is backing up behind the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns northeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | Floyd | The bush seems to have been utterly demolished by the falling boulder. Floyd | Nothing is left in the crack but a couple of splinters. (One of those Floyd | little coincidences that makes your life a little stranger.) Floyd | Floyd | The lone tree has been laid low. About ten feet still sticks up from Floyd | the ground; the rest lies across the path and downslope, splintered and Floyd | scorched. Floyd | Floyd | A heavy branch seems to have been blown from the tree. It lies on the Floyd | ground nearby, blackened but no longer burning. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, behind the fallen tree, and streams down the southwest path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a rusty key and a battered tin bucket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "push boulder sw" | ||||
Floyd | You grasp the boulder as best you can and heave. It goes tumbling down Floyd | the hill to the south, curving west with the slope. A few moments later Floyd | you hear a small snap. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get blade" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | Floyd | The bush seems to have been utterly demolished by the falling boulder. Floyd | Nothing is left in the crack but a couple of splinters. (One of those Floyd | little coincidences that makes your life a little stranger.) Floyd | Floyd | The lone tree has been laid low. About ten feet still sticks up from Floyd | the ground; the rest lies across the path and downslope, splintered and Floyd | scorched. Floyd | Floyd | A heavy branch seems to have been blown from the tree. It lies on the Floyd | ground nearby, blackened but no longer burning. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, behind the fallen tree, and streams down the southwest path. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | The gap is too wide to jump, and you'll never get a foothold in that Floyd | crack. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get branch" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | The gap is too wide to jump, and you'll never get a foothold in that Floyd | crack. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wedge blade in crack" | ||||
Floyd | The spade blade slips into the crack. You stretch and give it a couple Floyd | of whacks, to wedge it in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You heft the heavy branch, considering your balance. You realize that Floyd | you'll never make it across. The blade only sticks out a few inches Floyd | from the hillside; you'd be off-balance enough by yourself, never mind Floyd | what you're carrying. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You heft the heavy branch, considering your balance. You realize that Floyd | you'll never make it across. The blade only sticks out a few inches Floyd | from the hillside; you'd be off-balance enough by yourself, never mind Floyd | what you're carrying. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "restore" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a rusty key and a battered tin bucket. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "push boulder sw" | ||||
Floyd | You grasp the boulder as best you can and heave. It goes tumbling down Floyd | the hill to the south, curving west with the slope. A few moments later Floyd | you hear a small snap. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get blade" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | The underbrush is too dense in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | Floyd | The bush seems to have been utterly demolished by the falling boulder. Floyd | Nothing is left in the crack but a couple of splinters. (One of those Floyd | little coincidences that makes your life a little stranger.) Floyd | Floyd | The lone tree has been laid low. About ten feet still sticks up from Floyd | the ground; the rest lies across the path and downslope, splintered and Floyd | scorched. Floyd | Floyd | A heavy branch seems to have been blown from the tree. It lies on the Floyd | ground nearby, blackened but no longer burning. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, behind the fallen tree, and streams down the southwest path. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get branch" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wedge crack with blade" | ||||
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wedge blade in crack" | ||||
Floyd | The spade blade slips into the crack. You stretch and give it a couple Floyd | of whacks, to wedge it in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "j" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a heavy branch, a rusty key and a battered tin bucket. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You heft the heavy branch, considering your balance. You realize that Floyd | you'll never make it across. The blade only sticks out a few inches Floyd | from the hillside; you'd be off-balance enough by yourself, never mind Floyd | what you're carrying. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a heavy branch, a rusty key and a battered tin bucket. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "j" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a heavy branch, a rusty key and a battered tin bucket. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "mysterious case of the disappearing inventory" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You heft the heavy branch, considering your balance. You realize that Floyd | you'll never make it across. The blade only sticks out a few inches Floyd | from the hillside; you'd be off-balance enough by yourself, never mind Floyd | what you're carrying. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||||
Floyd | heavy branch: Dropped. Floyd | rusty key: Dropped. Floyd | battered tin bucket: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "drop all except branch" | ||||
Floyd | rusty key: Dropped. Floyd | battered tin bucket: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You heft the heavy branch, considering your balance. You realize that Floyd | you'll never make it across. The blade only sticks out a few inches Floyd | from the hillside; you'd be off-balance enough by yourself, never mind Floyd | what you're carrying. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "even though i am carrying nothing" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a heavy branch. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "j" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | Floyd | The fox is crouched on the bridge, staring out to the west with Floyd | impenetrable intensity. Floyd | Floyd | A torn sandbag is lying in a narrow part of the path. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "x fox" | ||||
Floyd | The fox's eyes gleam darkly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "kick fox" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | Floyd | The boulder is lying near here, on the path, wedged against the rise. Floyd | Floyd | A stream of runoff water is flowing down from the east, and backing up Floyd | on the path here. Floyd | Floyd | The runoff water is backing up behind the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "x water" | ||||
Floyd | A stream of runoff water is flowing down from the east, and backing up Floyd | on the path here. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | The runoff water is backing up behind the boulder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns northeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | Floyd | The spade blade is jammed into a crack in the hillside, to the south. Floyd | It's right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | The lone tree has been laid low. About ten feet still sticks up from Floyd | the ground; the rest lies across the path and downslope, splintered and Floyd | scorched. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, behind the fallen tree, and streams down the southwest path. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You heft the heavy branch, considering your balance. You realize that Floyd | you'll never make it across. The blade only sticks out a few inches Floyd | from the hillside; you'd be off-balance enough by yourself, never mind Floyd | what you're carrying. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "no way round" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "j" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "drop branch" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You flatten your body against the hillside, and stretch a foot towards Floyd | the spade blade, off-center though you'll be. One quick step; you Floyd | manage to fall forward onto the trail rather than sideways. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | Floyd | The spade blade is jammed into a crack in the hillside, to the north. Floyd | It's right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is open to the Floyd | unrelieved darkness within. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes asks, "wouldnt a stick help you get across some crazy crack?" | |||
| smartgenes says, "i am going to poke the author in the eye with this branch" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You step hesitantly into the darkness. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder from outside. Floyd | Floyd | The pure white fades into a greenish glare. Flat colored shadows show Floyd | the outlines of everything around you; you hold your head still to Floyd | focus on the afterimages. Floyd | Floyd | In a Small Shed Floyd | The shed is only a few paces long, and nearly empty. The door is to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | A dirty sandbag is lying on the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| baf arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get dirty sandbag" | ||||
Floyd | You heave the dirty sandbag, awkwardly, up into your arms. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | It is dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "k" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "x sandbag" | ||||
Floyd | It's too dark to see. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | Floyd | The spade blade is jammed into a crack in the hillside, to the north. Floyd | It's right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is open to the Floyd | unrelieved darkness within. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "drop bag" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get bag" | ||||
Floyd | You heave the dirty sandbag, awkwardly, up into your arms. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere below, you hear a terrible Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | You know without seeing that the bridge has been destroyed. You begin Floyd | to rush downhill, but the trail seems to stretch and time takes on the Floyd | weight of nightmare... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get bag" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | You awaken in the cave, sore and cold, bathed in the listless light of Floyd | an overcast dawn. By the time you wade across the swollen stream, Floyd | you're as soaked and miserable as if you'd slept out in the rain after Floyd | all. You reach civilization exhausted and with what promises to be a Floyd | lovely cough. Floyd | Floyd | *** Things could have turned out better. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "j" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The hill is too steep and overgrown to descend. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "k" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | Floyd | The spade blade is jammed into a crack in the hillside, to the north. Floyd | It's right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is open to the Floyd | unrelieved darkness within. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You heft the dirty sandbag, considering your balance. You realize that Floyd | you'll never make it across. The blade only sticks out a few inches Floyd | from the hillside; you'd be off-balance enough by yourself, never mind Floyd | what you're carrying. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The undergrowth is too dense in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "throw sandbag" | ||||
Floyd | Thrown. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "throw sandbag across bluff" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "k" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | Floyd | The spade blade is jammed into a crack in the hillside, to the north. Floyd | It's right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is open to the Floyd | unrelieved darkness within. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The undergrowth is too dense in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The undergrowth is too dense in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You have barely left sight of the shed when the trail ends. It looks Floyd | like it was washed out; and the scree that covers the hill face is much Floyd | too unstable to venture across. You have no choice but to return. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | The undergrowth is too dense in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | The ground drops almost straight down in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | No trails go up the hill from here, and the undergrowth is too heavy to Floyd | push through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER is now in its "verbose" mode, which always Floyd | gives long descriptions of locations (even if you've been there Floyd | before). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | You are in a dense tangle of shadow, bushes, and small trees. The Floyd | ground falls away to the southeast, into darkness and rain. Floyd | Floyd | A trail curves down to the southwest. Another cuts along the hill to Floyd | the north, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | The spade blade is jammed into a crack in the hillside, to the north. Floyd | It's right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is open to the Floyd | unrelieved darkness within. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore h" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to restore. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "h" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You crawl out. The rain lashes your face. Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The blanket has gotten quite soaked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, the world is cloaked in dark rain, and scarred Floyd | with distant lightning. Behind you stands the last stony lump of hill. Floyd | A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "push boulder sw" | ||||
Floyd | You grasp the boulder as best you can and heave. It goes tumbling down Floyd | the hill to the south, curving west with the slope. A few moments later Floyd | you hear a small snap. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get blade" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | The underbrush is too dense in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | Floyd | The bush seems to have been utterly demolished by the falling boulder. Floyd | Nothing is left in the crack but a couple of splinters. (One of those Floyd | little coincidences that makes your life a little stranger.) Floyd | Floyd | The lone tree has been laid low. About ten feet still sticks up from Floyd | the ground; the rest lies across the path and downslope, splintered and Floyd | scorched. Floyd | Floyd | A heavy branch seems to have been blown from the tree. It lies on the Floyd | ground nearby, blackened but no longer burning. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, behind the fallen tree, and streams down the southwest path. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get branch" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wedge blade in crack" | ||||
Floyd | The spade blade slips into the crack. You stretch and give it a couple Floyd | of whacks, to wedge it in place. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You heft the heavy branch, considering your balance. You realize that Floyd | you'll never make it across. The blade only sticks out a few inches Floyd | from the hillside; you'd be off-balance enough by yourself, never mind Floyd | what you're carrying. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "k" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | You feel the hollow darkness of an enclosed space. To the west, an Floyd | oblong of flat grey half-light betrays the doorway. Nothing else is Floyd | visible. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | Floyd | The spade blade is jammed into a crack in the hillside, to the north. Floyd | It's right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is open to the Floyd | unrelieved darkness within. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "throw bag across" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to throw the dirty sandbag across? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "bluff" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "throw bag across bluff" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "throw bag north" | ||||
Floyd | You heave the dirty sandbag across the gap; it thuds onto the trail on Floyd | the other side. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes says, "horseshit" | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You flatten your body against the hillside, and stretch a foot towards Floyd | the spade blade, off-center though you'll be. One quick step; you Floyd | manage to fall forward onto the trail rather than sideways. Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | Floyd | The spade blade is jammed into a crack in the hillside, to the south. Floyd | It's right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | A dirty sandbag is lying on the ground. Floyd | Floyd | A heavy branch lies on the ground nearby, blackened but no longer Floyd | burning. Floyd | Floyd | The lone tree has been laid low. About ten feet still sticks up from Floyd | the ground; the rest lies across the path and downslope, splintered and Floyd | scorched. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, behind the fallen tree, and streams down the southwest path. The Floyd | sandbag is lying in the torrent, but the path is too wide here; the Floyd | water pours around it. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere below, you hear a terrible Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | You know without seeing that the bridge has been destroyed. You begin Floyd | to rush downhill, but the trail seems to stretch and time takes on the Floyd | weight of nightmare... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | You awaken in the cave, sore and cold, bathed in the listless light of Floyd | an overcast dawn. By the time you wade across the swollen stream, Floyd | you're as soaked and miserable as if you'd slept out in the rain after Floyd | all. You reach civilization exhausted and with what promises to be a Floyd | lovely cough. Floyd | Floyd | *** Things could have turned out better. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore h" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "h" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying a blanket, a rusty key and a battered tin bucket. Floyd | Floyd | That's odd. The steel key doesn't seem as rusty as you first thought. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "j" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Rain Floyd | hides the stream below and the hilltop above, and to the west is only Floyd | dark. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | The spade blade is jammed into a crack in the hillside, to the south. Floyd | It's right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | The lone tree has been laid low. About ten feet still sticks up from Floyd | the ground; the rest lies across the path and downslope, splintered and Floyd | scorched. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, behind the fallen tree, and streams down the southwest path. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "push boulder sw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You heft the heavy branch, considering your balance. You realize that Floyd | you'll never make it across. The blade only sticks out a few inches Floyd | from the hillside; you'd be off-balance enough by yourself, never mind Floyd | what you're carrying. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "j" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "drop branch" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder. Floyd | Floyd | Afterimages hang around you in a greenish glare. You blink furiously, Floyd | trying to sort out the shadows from what's really there. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You flatten your body against the hillside, and stretch a foot towards Floyd | the spade blade, off-center though you'll be. One quick step; you Floyd | manage to fall forward onto the trail rather than sideways. Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | Floyd | The spade blade is jammed into a crack in the hillside, to the north. Floyd | It's right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is open to the Floyd | unrelieved darkness within. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You step hesitantly into the darkness. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | A no-time, eternal instant of light lances through you, snapping your Floyd | mind to silence. A moment later the silence is broken by a Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | of thunder from outside. Floyd | Floyd | The pure white fades into a greenish glare. Flat colored shadows show Floyd | the outlines of everything around you; you hold your head still to Floyd | focus on the afterimages. Floyd | Floyd | In a Small Shed Floyd | The shed is only a few paces long, and nearly empty. The door is to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | A dirty sandbag is lying on the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get dirt sandbag" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | In a Small Shed Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get dirty sandbag" | ||||
Floyd | You heave the dirty sandbag, awkwardly, up into your arms. Floyd | Floyd | The afterimages evaporate into a black dazzle. Floyd | Floyd | It is dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge of Bluff Floyd | Floyd | The spade blade is jammed into a crack in the hillside, to the north. Floyd | It's right in the gap in the northern path. Floyd | Floyd | An old shed stands just to the east. It's weathered but sturdy, still Floyd | wearing the tatters of a coat of white paint. The door is open to the Floyd | unrelieved darkness within. Floyd | Floyd | The voices surge, then fade. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "throw sandbag n" | ||||
Floyd | You heave the dirty sandbag across the gap; it thuds onto the trail on Floyd | the other side. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You flatten your body against the hillside, and stretch a foot towards Floyd | the spade blade, off-center though you'll be. One quick step; you Floyd | manage to fall forward onto the trail rather than sideways. Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | Floyd | The spade blade is jammed into a crack in the hillside, to the south. Floyd | It's right in the gap in the southern path. Floyd | Floyd | A dirty sandbag is lying on the ground. Floyd | Floyd | A heavy branch lies on the ground nearby, blackened but no longer Floyd | burning. Floyd | Floyd | The lone tree has been laid low. About ten feet still sticks up from Floyd | the ground; the rest lies across the path and downslope, splintered and Floyd | scorched. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is flowing down the hillside here. It puddles on the Floyd | ledge, behind the fallen tree, and streams down the southwest path. The Floyd | sandbag is lying in the torrent, but the path is too wide here; the Floyd | water pours around it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "get sandbag" | ||||
Floyd | You heave the dirty sandbag, awkwardly, up into your arms. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere below, you hear a terrible Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | You know without seeing that the bridge has been destroyed. You begin Floyd | to rush downhill, but the trail seems to stretch and time takes on the Floyd | weight of nightmare... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Hit any key.] | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | You awaken in the cave, sore and cold, bathed in the listless light of Floyd | an overcast dawn. By the time you wade across the swollen stream, Floyd | you're as soaked and miserable as if you'd slept out in the rain after Floyd | all. You reach civilization exhausted and with what promises to be a Floyd | lovely cough. Floyd | Floyd | *** Things could have turned out better. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond Floyd | the trees and brush, meadows fade in the mist. Behind you stands the Floyd | last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the Floyd | hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just Floyd | enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "push boulder" | ||||
Floyd | You grasp the boulder as best you can and heave. It goes tumbling Floyd | straight down the hill to the west, out of sight. A few moments later Floyd | you hear a rending Floyd | Floyd | Crack! Floyd | Floyd | A sudden wave of nerves pulls you downhill after it.... Floyd | Floyd | You were right; the bridge has been neatly demolished, and the boulder Floyd | sits innocently in the stream, in the wreckage. So much for your little Floyd | exploration. You go off, resigned, to tell the park rangers what you've Floyd | done. Floyd | Floyd | *** Things could have turned out better. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "push boulder sw" | ||||
Floyd | You grasp the boulder as best you can and heave. It goes tumbling down Floyd | the hill to the south, curving west with the slope. A few moments later Floyd | you hear a small snap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | The underbrush is too dense in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Near Top of Hill Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Rocky Outlook Floyd | A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. The park stretches Floyd | off to the north and west, a vast expanse of dim meadowland, patched Floyd | with dark woods and stitched with dark streams. A layer of mist is Floyd | rolling across the landscape. Floyd | Floyd | A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where Floyd | you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the Floyd | hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Floyd | Floyd | The mist is turning to a drizzle of rain. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears under a nearby bush. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "(what's today's selection?)" | |||
| smartgenes says, "a change in the weather" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "just me left playing though" | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "Ah, ok." | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "Np - I figured I'd end up missing it entirely." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "really badly written" | ||||
| Bert says, "Yeah, I think the formal CF session ended a while back." | ||||
| ParserGirl asks, "That's fine - any word on next week?" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "like it accepts wedge blade in crack" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "not wedge crack with blade" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Jacq will discuss next week's when she gets back later today." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "and not wedge blade "in what?" crack" | ||||
| ParserGirl says, "ouch" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "and you throw sandbag north" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "not throw sandbag across bluff" | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stream Bank Floyd | A slope descends to the noisy stream to the west. The old wooden bridge Floyd | which spans it leans uncertainly against the bank at your feet. To the Floyd | east rises the flank of the hill, a dark shape in the twilight; two Floyd | usable trails lead up around it, to the south and the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | A profusion of flowers lie here, mostly furled against the rain. Edges Floyd | of white and blue and yellow show in the dim light. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond a slight rise to the west, the ground drops precipitously to the Floyd | stream. A trail leads northward towards the bridge; another heads Floyd | steeply up to the east, and a third curves around the hill to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The boulder is lying near here, on the path, wedged against the rise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns northeast as it climbs. Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Mist Floyd | hides the stream below and the hilltop above, but the meadows and Floyd | clouds beyond sweep away into the west. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | The bush seems to have been utterly demolished by the falling boulder. Floyd | Nothing is left in the crack but a couple of splinters. (One of those Floyd | little coincidences that makes your life a little stranger.) Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The hill is too steep and overgrown to descend. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl has had her fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | The trail turns west as it descends. Floyd | Floyd | Wildflowers Floyd | A profusion of flowers lie here, mostly furled against the rain. Edges Floyd | of white and blue and yellow show in the dim light. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond a slight rise to the west, the ground drops precipitously to the Floyd | stream. A trail leads northward towards the bridge; another heads Floyd | steeply up to the east, and a third curves around the hill to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | The boulder is lying near here, on the path, wedged against the rise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The hill is too steep and overgrown to climb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | The gap is too wide to jump, and you'll never get a foothold in that Floyd | crack. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wedge crack with blade" | ||||
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | [Previous turn undone] Floyd | Floyd | > | McMartin says (to smartgenes), "It helps to remember when ACITW was written." | |||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "wedge blade in crack" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | smartgenes asks, "when was it written?" | |||
| McMartin says, "1995. I think it might even be Inform *5*, not yet 6." | ||||
| McMartin says, "It's definitely old enough that the base library will crash an interpreter in strict mode." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "by1995 you had some awesomely written games on Spectrum" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "but i suppose the PC wasn't a games machine then" | ||||
| McMartin asks, "... do you have any idea of the history of the game you're playing at all?" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "no, none" | ||||
| McMartin says, "It's from the first IFComp, which was intended to be the first situation where people who weren't the language designer ever used the development system." | ||||
| McMartin says, "In an effort to get the language and library better exercised." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "i can see it tends to accept only 2 word commands, but sometimes it needs 4" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "i wonder if the author had played many games" | ||||
| McMartin says, "That shouldn't be true in either sense, unless you're counting articles, in which case the first is false" | ||||
| McMartin says, "ha. 'Yes.'" | ||||
| McMartin says, "The game you're playing won the comp." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "well commands such as "wedge crack" it asks what with" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "early commands that we gave 4 terms to weren't understood" | ||||
| McMartin says, "The author of the game and the author of the world model were not the same." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "but you do need to push boulder southwest for instance" | ||||
| smartgenes asks, "by world model do you mean Inform?" | ||||
| McMartin says, "Yes, and specifically the Inform libraries" | ||||
| McMartin says, "Which prior to 1995 had essentially only been used to back Curses." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "well of course.. but Inform is a tool to develop games from" | ||||
| baf has decided to waive his right to party. | smartgenes says, "it had its limitations then" | |||
| McMartin says, "Right, but, for instance, WEDGE is not a standard verb, so Plotkin added it. While PUSH ROCK SOUTHWEST is a standard action." | ||||
| McMartin says, "This was also Plotkin's first seriously intended game, IIRC." | ||||
| smartgenes asks, "what is IIRC?" | ||||
| Alex says (to smartgenes), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that IIRC is If I Recall Correctly." | ||||
| McMartin says, "I suspect you'd find works by the same author with more experience and a later time frame, like Spider and Web or Dreamhold, to be significantly smoother." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "thought you meant an IRC channel" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "he doesnt seem to have the knowledge of what went before though" | ||||
| Jacqueline is back. | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "You guys are done, and just chatting, it would appear." | ||||
| McMartin says, "Knowing what a game did, and knowing how to write it yourself with a system that has just been released, are not the same thing." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "we're discussing the game's weaknesses" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Huh - gave up?" | ||||
| McMartin says, "Well, I'm claiming your complaints are not on point." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "i think they are" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, that's unfortunate. It happens, though. Sorry I couldn't hang out." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "if it's just an experiment in a new system then it's just an experiement" | ||||
| McMartin says, "Your complaint, as near as I can tell, is that a game written in Inform 5 as the first work of an author doesn't play identically to a Spectrum game." | ||||
| McMartin says, "This is not on point because the intended experience emulation was Infocoms, for one, and because the Spectrum didn't leave Europe to any degree worth mentioning, for two." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "no my complaint is that a game written in 1995 should have a better parser than this" | ||||
| McMartin says, "If you have Infocom reflexes, Inform 1-5 have a perfectly acceptable parser." | ||||
| smartgenes asks, "so it is a US-based game?" | ||||
| McMartin says, "And should, for instance, happily accept > FRED, TAKE ALL BUT ROPE." | ||||
| McMartin says, "Plotkin lives in the US, yes." | ||||
| McMartin says, "Nelson does not but had extensive experience with it and the TERA system, IIRC." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "yes but you have to admit WEDGE BLADE IN CRACK rather than WEDGE CRACK is a bit rough" | ||||
| McMartin says, "That depends a great deal." | ||||
| McMartin says, "WEDGE CRACK I can't even parse." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "not as bad as THe Hobbit and The Boggit mind where you have to CLIMB INTO not CLIMB IN" | ||||
| Bert asks, "What in the world is 'wedge crack' even supposed to mean?" | ||||
| McMartin says, "As a person. It sounds like you're trying to jam the crack into something." | ||||
| * NewsBoy hollers, "Extra! Extra! Jacqueline has posted message 52, about 'No game this coming week!', to the bulletin board! Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, know wot I mean?" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "JAM CRACK WITH OBJECT" | ||||
| McMartin says, "WEDGE and JAM are not synonyms." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "not JAM OBJECT INTO CRACK" | ||||
| McMartin says, "Yeah, see, WEDGE X says X is the DO, not the IO to me." | ||||
| McMartin says, "Furthermore, my first shot at that would have been PUT BLADE IN CRACK." | ||||
| Bert says, "'JAM CRACK WITH OBJECT' would make sense if the crack were moving, maybe." | ||||
| Bert says, "But it sounds really strange to me otherwise." | ||||
| Bert says, "I could imagine 'JAM GEARS WITH WRENCH' or 'WEDGE DOOR WITH WEDGE'..." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "anyway the real complaint was that you had to WEDGE BLADE IN CRACK" | ||||
| McMartin says, "Yeah, and I'm clearly unimpressed" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "but when you WEDGE BLADE - in what? - crack .. it doesn't understand" | ||||
| Bert asks, "You couldn't just PUT BLADE IN CRACK?" | ||||
| McMartin says, "And yes, the custom-designed disambiguation questions took a very long time to make it into the standard development systems." | ||||
| McMartin says, "It's still not easy, and in modern engines the usual technique is to guess a reasonable indirect object." | ||||
| McMartin says, "And then offer alternatives as the question." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "JAM squeeze or wedge into a space" | ||||
| * NewsBoy hollers, "Extra! Extra! Jacqueline has posted message 53, about 'Please Vote!', to the bulletin board! WELCOME to the WORLD of TOMORROW!!!" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "WEDGE = thrust tightly into" | ||||
| McMartin says, "Right, but PUT is a standard verb and those two aren't." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "so close synonyms" | ||||
| smartgenes says, "i don't know if it accepts put" | ||||
| Bert says, "I'm kinda surprised that WEDGE worked at all." | ||||
| McMartin says, "So unless I was cued by the text I'd never even think of issuing the command." | ||||
| smartgenes says, "jacq came up with WEDGE" | ||||
| Bert says, "So I guess I'm impressed at the author's thoroughness." | ||||
| McMartin says (to Bert), "Well, the next question is whether, say, 'wedge apple on table' just sets it there." | ||||
| McMartin says, "In which case it's just a matter of adding synonyms for the basic actions." | ||||
| smartgenes says (to Floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Steep Face Floyd | You're standing on a ledge, on a rather steep, overgrown hillface. Mist Floyd | hides the stream below and the hilltop above, but the meadows and Floyd | clouds beyond sweep away into the west. Floyd | Floyd | Trails angle down to the northwest and southwest. Another crosses the Floyd | hill to the south, but a chunk is washed out, too wide to jump across. Floyd | Floyd | The bush seems to have been utterly demolished by the falling boulder. Floyd | Nothing is left in the crack but a couple of splinters. Floyd | Floyd | Among the hill's brush and scraggly trees, the tree that stands here Floyd | stands alone. You might be able to get your arms around it, and you Floyd | might not; it must reach nearly as high as the hilltop itself. Floyd | Floyd | Runoff water is trickling down the hill, concentrated here by some Floyd | twist of geography. It puddles on the ledge, then begins pouring down Floyd | the path to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | The fox appears under a nearby bush. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Insert and PutOn are two different actions in Inform." | |||
| Bert says, "So you'd have to check WEDGE APPLE IN BAG." | ||||
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