  
 
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 What Happens in Vagueness, written by The IF Whispers Team. What Happens in Vagueness is the fourth creation from an IF Whispers collaboration, which is a sort of interactive fiction coded in the spirit of exquisite corpse, where multiple authors create a single piece of interactive fiction, but each author only has access to the code directly preceding theirs. You can learn more about the game, including how to download it, by visiting the ifWiki. 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 vagueness" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Just your luck. You were on your way to your Aunt Mabel's 100th Floyd | birthday party when your car finally gave up the ghost. Not like it Floyd | hasn't been trying to do that for weeks, but on a student budget a Floyd | newer car was out of reach. Nothing to do but walk to the nearest town Floyd | and see about other transportation. Floyd | Floyd | What Happens In Vagueness Floyd | An Interactive Collaboration by The IFW4 Team Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 080825 / Inform 7 build 5T18 (I6/v6.31 lib Floyd | 6/12N) Floyd | Type "about" for more information. Floyd | Floyd | By Your Car Floyd | You're standing on a stretch of road by your car. On the sides of the Floyd | road is nothing but flat, dry ground and nothing to see at all to the Floyd | horizon. The sign you passed a few miles back said it was about 10 Floyd | miles to the nearest town, the name of which you've already forgotten. Floyd | Seeing as it's even farther back to the previous town, the only way to Floyd | go is forward to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see your car and a road sign here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You're tall and thirsty. Too old to be drifting loose, too young to Floyd | have done anything much to deserve confirmation - your tattoos show Floyd | that much. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says, "Thanks maga" | Jacqueline says, "This one is a free for all, anyone can type commands to Floyd." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x tattoos" | ||||
Floyd | Your right arm, left hand and the left side of your face are partially Floyd | covered with blocky, rounded glyphs precisely specifying your age, Floyd | blood type, status (social, economic, marital) and affiliations Floyd | (birth-clan, adopted clan, moiety, college). None of which are going to Floyd | impress anybody, except for the adopted-clan part, perhaps; Aunt Floyd | Mabel's reputation extends across the known world. But even so, the Floyd | conspicuous hollow circles on the backs of both hands mark you as Floyd | unconfirmed. Floyd | Floyd | Curb skitters about. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks (of Limax), "Thanks maga for what?" | |||
| Limax says, "THe description" | ||||
| Limax says, "I left the person generic" | ||||
| DavidW arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | Jacqueline says, "Ah." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x curb" | ||||
Floyd | Now this here is a pedigree Chattanooga brindled mooch-hound. This Floyd | noble breed, of which Curb forms paradigm and pinnacle, is eight kinds Floyd | of crazy, twelve kinds of stupid and every kind of mean. Floyd | Floyd | You didn't exactly plan for a hound. A friend's bitch whelped, you were Floyd | trying to act cute around a girl, and you were not at that time Floyd | familiar with the quirks of the breed. The puppy got a home, you got a Floyd | lifelong companion, the girl got eight stitches and the hell out of Floyd | Dodge. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scratches his ear. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Now I make coffee and I'll be back shortly" | |||
| DavidW says, "I ... need ... coffee" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x car" | ||||
Floyd | This piece of junk has seen you through three years of school. You just Floyd | needed it to last a little longer. Too bad it didn't. Other than that, Floyd | it's got the usual things you'd find on a car... steering wheel, those Floyd | little pedals that's supposed to make it go "zoom," oh, and there's Floyd | also a trunk in back. Floyd | Floyd | Thrown across the back seat you can see the guitar. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at Treasure Huntery Lesson 1. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take guitar" | ||||
Floyd | The car isn't open. Floyd | Floyd | Curb gnaws hungrily on his own forepaw. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "What's the premise?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open car" | ||||
Floyd | You open the car. Floyd | Floyd | Curb writhes about on his back, kicking his hind legs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Roger arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | your car keys Floyd | an alligator stetson (being worn) Floyd | your panga Floyd | Treasure Huntery Lesson 1 Floyd | Floyd | Curb sniffs at the road sign like the horrible little pervert he is. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We're on a deserted road ten miles from the nearest town, nothing visible in any direction, and our car has broken down." | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x sign" | ||||
Floyd | At some juncture of the distant past it may, you surmise, have Floyd | displayed information of some kind; the original content has been Floyd | effaced, but it still tells you something; to wit, folks here have ammo Floyd | to waste and don't mind shooting at trash. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the car keys. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take guitar" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "what? Again?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "play guitar" | ||||
Floyd | You play a few notes of "Puff, the Magic Dragon". Contrary to IF Floyd | convention, you actually play quite well. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to DavidW), "heh" | |||
| Taleslinger says, "I remember looking up Panga." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open trunk" | ||||
Floyd | Twenty hours on the road are starting to take its toll on your motor Floyd | skills: on the first try, you fumble the keys and drop them onto the Floyd | blacktop. With a yelp of joy, Curb snaps them up and dodges out of Floyd | reach. Well, fuck. Floyd | Floyd | Curb starts at nothing, and half falls over in a desperate attempt to Floyd | escape it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| jwalrus arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | olethros asks, "hey, guitar, no banjo?" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "take keys" | ||||
Floyd | That dog has a laudable attitude towards the defence of private Floyd | property, and you have no desire to add a ragged, septic hand wound to Floyd | your troubles. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to swallow your car keys, chokes, and brings them back Floyd | up. He doesn't drop them, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Damn that mut." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "er, mutt" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "hit dog" | ||||
Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "pet dog" | ||||
Floyd | your guitar Floyd | an alligator stetson (being worn) Floyd | your panga Floyd | Treasure Huntery Lesson 1 Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to swallow your car keys, chokes, and brings them back Floyd | up. He doesn't drop them, though. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You vigorously pat Curb's head until he closes his eyes and nearly Floyd | falls asleep. The second you stop, though, he returns to his same old Floyd | self. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to howl, but it devolves into a whimper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read lesson" | ||||
Floyd | "Treasure Huntery Lesson 1: Maps" is a slim pamphlet that gives just Floyd | the basics. You've read it a thousand times, but it never hurts to have Floyd | it on hand. Floyd | Floyd | Curb snaps at flies. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros asks, "stetson?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm assuming we do want to see what's in the trunk before we hike east." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to olethros), "A cowboy hat." | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push car eas" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push car east" | ||||
Floyd | The car cannot be pushed from place to place. Floyd | Floyd | Curb chases his tail, squealing frustration. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "The car was my description" | |||
| olethros says, "the hell it can't!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read pamphlet" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "cut off curb's tail" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read treasure huntery" | ||||
Floyd | "The first thing any treasure hunter needs is a map. It's no good to Floyd | just go looking for treasure with no idea of where to look! You may be Floyd | skeptical about the existence of actual treasure maps, but in fact the Floyd | people who hid treasure generally wanted to be able to find it again, Floyd | or even to let their heirs or accomplices find it in the event that Floyd | they could not. This doesn't mean they made it easy!" Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "It was shadowy imps that took our keys the last time, wasn't it?" | |||
| Limax says (to olethros), "You set the parking brake and broke it so that it can never be moved, so there. nyah" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | It might be a good idea to close the car first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "close car.e." | ||||
Floyd | You close the car. Floyd | Floyd | You silently trudge down the road toward the town, wherever it may be. Floyd | Floyd | Paved Highway Floyd | This lonely stretch of road seems to continue east toward the horizon. Floyd | The sides of the road haven't changed much either. It's still flat, dry Floyd | ground. You can see your car in the distance to the west. Floyd | Floyd | A ways down the road you can make out a solitary billboard. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Taleslinger), "Wait." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros asks, "cant you open the trunk with a lever from inside the car?" | |||
| DavidW asks, "Did anyone check the glove compartment?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Don't we want to try to solve this trunk thing before going east?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You trudge back toward your car. Floyd | Floyd | By Your Car Floyd | You're standing on a stretch of road by your car. On the sides of the Floyd | road is nothing but flat, dry ground and nothing to see at all to the Floyd | horizon. The sign you passed a few miles back said it was about 10 Floyd | miles to the nearest town, the name of which you've already forgotten. Floyd | Seeing as it's even farther back to the previous town, the only way to Floyd | go is forward to the east. Floyd | Floyd | You can see your car and a road sign here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open car" | ||||
Floyd | You open the car. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to swallow your car keys, chokes, and brings them back Floyd | up. He doesn't drop them, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x trunk" | ||||
Floyd | Yep. It's a trunk, and it's at the back of the car. You can't remember Floyd | if you put anything useful in there before you left your house or not. Floyd | Floyd | Naturally, a protective geesoofus is prominently displayed. You Floyd | wouldn't cross the badlands without one. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to swallow your car keys, chokes, and brings them back Floyd | up. He doesn't drop them, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "l in car" | ||||
Floyd | The car is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get in car" | ||||
Floyd | You get into the car. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to swallow your car keys, chokes, and brings them back Floyd | up. He doesn't drop them, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "open trunk" | ||||
Floyd | You lack a key that fits the trunk. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scratches his ear. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x glove compartment" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "search car" | ||||
Floyd | The car is empty. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to swallow your car keys, chokes, and brings them back Floyd | up. He doesn't drop them, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "curb, open trunk" | ||||
Floyd | Curb has better things to do. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to swallow your car keys, chokes, and brings them back Floyd | up. He doesn't drop them, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "hit dog over head with guitar" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to hit Curb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x wheel" | ||||
Floyd | That's what you would use to steer the car, if it actually worked. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to swallow your car keys, chokes, and brings them back Floyd | up. He doesn't drop them, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "hit dog with guitar" | ||||
Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | Curb fixes you with a look of abject guilt and keens softly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tickle curb" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "kick curb" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Have we any food?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "curb, sit" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | your guitar Floyd | an alligator stetson (being worn) Floyd | your panga Floyd | Treasure Huntery Lesson 1 Floyd | Floyd | Curb chases his tail, squealing frustration. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | (on the car keys) Floyd | Curb has better things to do. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to swallow your car keys, chokes, and brings them back Floyd | up. He doesn't drop them, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "perhaps if we gave him something else" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "give hat to dog" | ||||
Floyd | Like hell! That good-for-nothing hound destroys everything you own, but Floyd | you've got to keep some things sacred. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to swallow your car keys, chokes, and brings them back Floyd | up. He doesn't drop them, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "give panga to dog" | ||||
Floyd | Curb watches the panga with a sceptical eye, considers its merits Floyd | relative to the car keys, decides that you're trying to manipulate him Floyd | and scampers to a safe distance. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to swallow your car keys, chokes, and brings them back Floyd | up. He doesn't drop them, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "ha" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x panga" | ||||
Floyd | Two feet of heavy, sharp iron with a single blade. Machete, some call Floyd | it. It's not much, but you're stuck with it. Floyd | Floyd | When you was born, your folks were in a bad way; they'd just gotten run Floyd | out of the Dakotas, were getting just whatever work they could find Floyd | till a House turned up that was accepting indentured, and didn't have Floyd | the money to get anything better. So you got bound to this overgrown Floyd | sheath-knife. Floyd | Floyd | It's a good tool and all, and your folks did all they could to get it, Floyd | but - any road, you're bound to it now, so make the best of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "What's a panga? A knife?" | |||
| maga says, "machete" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "attack curb with panga" | ||||
Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to swallow your car keys, chokes, and brings them back Floyd | up. He doesn't drop them, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sign" | ||||
Floyd | At some juncture of the distant past it may, you surmise, have Floyd | displayed information of some kind; the original content has been Floyd | effaced, but it still tells you something; to wit, folks here have ammo Floyd | to waste and don't mind shooting at trash. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to swallow your car keys, chokes, and brings them back Floyd | up. He doesn't drop them, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "dice curgb" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "get sign" | ||||
Floyd | That's fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | Curb snaps viciously at you, then backs away with his tail between his Floyd | legs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "kiss curb" | ||||
Floyd | Keep your mind on the game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "give treasure huntery to curb" | ||||
Floyd | Curb watches Treasure Huntery Lesson 1 with a sceptical eye, considers Floyd | its merits relative to the car keys, decides that you're trying to Floyd | manipulate him and scampers to a safe distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "I'm going to let other people drive" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "topple car" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "kick trunk" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "hit trunk" | ||||
Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Perhaps there's food/stick/bone elsewhere for Curb to play with." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, hm. Yeah." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Or a frisbee" | ||||
| Jacqueline nods. | ||||
| DavidW says, "Or a cat" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I will quit." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "If the cat is a solution." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Let's explore, I guess." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | It might be a good idea to close the car first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "close car. e." | ||||
Floyd | You close the car. Floyd | Floyd | Your car is done for. It's not going to go anywhere. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to swallow your car keys, chokes, and brings them back Floyd | up. He doesn't drop them, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "out. close car. e." | ||||
Floyd | You can't get out of the closed car. Floyd | Floyd | That's already closed. Floyd | Floyd | Curb tries to gnaw at your heels, but you kick him away. Floyd | Floyd | Your car is done for. It's not going to go anywhere. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scratches his ear. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "Gar." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "open car. out. close car. e." | ||||
Floyd | You open the car. Floyd | Floyd | Curb snaps viciously at you, then backs away with his tail between his Floyd | legs. Floyd | Floyd | You get out of the car. Floyd | Floyd | By Your Car Floyd | You're standing on a stretch of road by your car. On the sides of the Floyd | road is nothing but flat, dry ground and nothing to see at all to the Floyd | horizon. The sign you passed a few miles back said it was about 10 Floyd | miles to the nearest town, the name of which you've already forgotten. Floyd | Seeing as it's even farther back to the previous town, the only way to Floyd | go is forward to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see your car and a road sign here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb skitters about. Floyd | Floyd | You close the car. Floyd | Floyd | You silently trudge down the road toward the town, wherever it may be. Floyd | Floyd | Paved Highway Floyd | This lonely stretch of road seems to continue east toward the horizon. Floyd | The sides of the road haven't changed much either. It's still flat, dry Floyd | ground. You can see your car in the distance to the west. Floyd | Floyd | A ways down the road you can make out a solitary billboard. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Taleslinger), "heh. Sorry we trapped you in the car." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x billboard" | ||||
Floyd | FIFTYMILE Floyd | Critter Museum & General Store Floyd | * Water - Tobbaco - Erotica - Local Crafts * Floyd | Floyd | The paint's faded and worn away in patches, and you can see no evidence Floyd | of life; but that needn't mean anything, out here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "'Tobbaco'?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Typo." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "But probably intentional, I suspect." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Let's get some erotica water." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I sense this description is a product of road trips across America on which maga has been a passenger with me." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "lick billboard" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You continue to trudge down the road, you car falling away from sight Floyd | behind you. Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | As the highway continues to the east, you can see a rutted dirt path Floyd | heading off to the north toward what looks like a small farmhouse. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x farmhouse" | ||||
Floyd | It's seen better days. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "This sure sounds familiar." | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Does it?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "I am thinking of the Texas Chainsaw massacre." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I say we visit the farmhouse" | ||||
| Limax says, "Since it was maga, it probably is intentional" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Maybe I have played this before?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Taleslinger), "heh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You head toward the small farmhouse. Floyd | Floyd | Trading Post Porch Floyd | A wide porch of wood slats, with the obligatory animal skulls nailed up Floyd | against the wall. South leads back to the road; north takes you inside. Floyd | Floyd | Just outside the shadowed doorway, a parched corpse slumps in a Floyd | rocking-chair, a long gun across his knees. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says (to DavidW), "I don't think you have, unless you played it when it came out" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "WOO! I SCORED TEN!" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Maybe I did and forgot." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I didn't even TRY, and I SCORED." | ||||
| Limax exclaims, "Jacq's a 10!" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x corpse" | ||||
Floyd | Tall guy. Thin, but that's most likely just how you get when you dry Floyd | out. Old clothes; someone already took his hat and been through his Floyd | pockets. Buzzards been at him, so you can't tell much else. Had a red Floyd | beard. Gun still lying across his lap. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to swallow your car keys, chokes, and brings them back Floyd | up. He doesn't drop them, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x gun" | ||||
Floyd | Long enough barrel, but it's just a home-made matchlock. Badly made, Floyd | too - the lock's blown wide open. Likely that's what got him. Certainly Floyd | didn't help him any. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "take gun" | ||||
Floyd | With a sharp tug, you pull the gun from the corpse's stiff hands. As Floyd | you do, the blasted lock falls apart entirely, leaving you with just Floyd | the long musket-barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "take that, backwater Heston" | |||
| DavidW says, "If there's a trapdoor inside and a dirt cellar, ..." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x barrel" | ||||
Floyd | A musket barrel about five and a half feet long. More suited to a Floyd | drainpipe than a gun, but you're in no place to judge. Floyd | Floyd | Curb snaps at flies. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "There is" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Huh. You've already played?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "ah. Then I must've played it and forgot." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Trading Post Main Room Floyd | Light spills through dust-caked windows and cracks in the log walls. It Floyd | doesn't show up much. Some shelves, an old counter that may once have Floyd | held a till, an uneven plank floor; must have been looted a dozen times Floyd | over. Over in one corner there's a trapdoor. Floyd | Floyd | On the shelves are a Twinkie, a strip of bison jerky, and a Son of Toil Floyd | bar. Floyd | Floyd | No phone, of course. Not that you were expecting one, at this point. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Shows how memorable it is" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I play lots of games." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Despite being an author, I've only seen two sections." | ||||
| Limax says, "IF Whispers - Games to go to sleep by" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Limax), "Well, if people would speak up instead of whispering maybe I'd be able to keep my eyes open." | ||||
| Limax says, "Ha ha" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "I played a few sections, but only dimly remember them." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | Twinkie: Taken. Floyd | strip of bison jerky: Taken. Floyd | Son of Toil bar: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "I'l just sit here and play my banjo and let my troubles go away" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "give jerky to curb" | ||||
Floyd | You wave the strip of bison jerky at Curb. His ears prick up, and he Floyd | abandons the car keys immediately, almost taking your fingers off as he Floyd | snatches the delicious treat away from you. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to howl, but it devolves into a whimper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take keys" | ||||
Floyd | You steel your courage. Dog slobber is no picnic. Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to howl, but it devolves into a whimper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "eat jerkie" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Okay, back to the car!" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Trading Post Porch Floyd | A wide porch of wood slats, with the obligatory animal skulls nailed up Floyd | against the wall. South leads back to the road; north takes you inside. Floyd | Floyd | Just outside the shadowed doorway, a parched corpse slumps in a Floyd | rocking-chair. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | As the highway continues to the east, you can see a rutted dirt path Floyd | heading off to the north toward what looks like a small farmhouse. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You silently head back in the direction of your car. Floyd | Floyd | You silently trudge down the road toward the town, wherever it may be. Floyd | Floyd | Paved Highway Floyd | This lonely stretch of road seems to continue east toward the horizon. Floyd | The sides of the road haven't changed much either. It's still flat, dry Floyd | ground. You can see your car in the distance to the west. Floyd | Floyd | A ways down the road you can make out a solitary billboard. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You trudge back toward your car. Floyd | Floyd | By Your Car Floyd | You're standing on a stretch of road by your car. On the sides of the Floyd | road is nothing but flat, dry ground and nothing to see at all to the Floyd | horizon. The sign you passed a few miles back said it was about 10 Floyd | miles to the nearest town, the name of which you've already forgotten. Floyd | Seeing as it's even farther back to the previous town, the only way to Floyd | go is forward to the east. Floyd | Floyd | You can see your car and a road sign here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x sign" | ||||
Floyd | At some juncture of the distant past it may, you surmise, have Floyd | displayed information of some kind; the original content has been Floyd | effaced, but it still tells you something; to wit, folks here have ammo Floyd | to waste and don't mind shooting at trash. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "unlock trunk" | ||||
Floyd | You insert your key in the trunk and it pops open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "look in trunk" | ||||
Floyd | In the trunk are a glow-jar and an offering. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "take all from trunk" | ||||
Floyd | glow-jar: Taken. Floyd | offering: Not much you can do with these until you have some form of Floyd | transport; you sure as hell ain't smoking them. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the panga. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x offering" | ||||
Floyd | One thousand packs of filterless Camels, your birthday gift to Aunt Floyd | Mabel. Hopefully it'll be a sufficient offering for her to confirm you, Floyd | but that's no sure thing. Floyd | Floyd | Curb snatches up the offering in his mouth and gnaws noisily at it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "PLay guitar" | ||||
Floyd | You play a few notes of some Rick Astley song you can't remember the Floyd | name of. Contrary to IF convention, you actually play quite well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "play guitar" | ||||
Floyd | You play a few notes of some Rick Astley song you can't remember the Floyd | name of. Contrary to IF convention, you actually play quite well. Floyd | Floyd | Curb starts at nothing, and half falls over in a desperate attempt to Floyd | escape it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x jar" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "play guitar" | ||||
Floyd | Some of the crazier hill-tribes sell this glowy liquid stuff. It's Floyd | nasty stuff - you wouldn't want to get it on your skin - but you figure Floyd | that if it's sealed in a Ball jar you should be just fine. Anyhow, it Floyd | gives off a decent light that never goes out, which is why you paid Floyd | fifty smokes for it. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You play a few notes of "Chobits ending theme 2". Contrary to IF Floyd | convention, you actually play quite well. Floyd | Floyd | Eyes rolling nervously, Curb hunches over and humps thin air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Korodzik arrives, ready to play with the toys. | Limax says, "I love random stuff" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "So... where to now?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "That trapdoor?" | ||||
| Taleslinger nods. | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | It might be a good idea to close the trunk first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "close trunk. e. e. n. n." | ||||
Floyd | You slam down the trunk and it clicks shut. Floyd | Floyd | Curb chews contentedly on the offering Floyd | You silently trudge down the road toward the town, wherever it may be. Floyd | Floyd | Paved Highway Floyd | This lonely stretch of road seems to continue east toward the horizon. Floyd | The sides of the road haven't changed much either. It's still flat, dry Floyd | ground. You can see your car in the distance to the west. Floyd | Floyd | A ways down the road you can make out a solitary billboard. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | You continue to trudge down the road, you car falling away from sight Floyd | behind you. Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | As the highway continues to the east, you can see a rutted dirt path Floyd | heading off to the north toward what looks like a small farmhouse. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Whether you like it or not. Floyd | Floyd | You head toward the small farmhouse. Floyd | Floyd | Trading Post Porch Floyd | A wide porch of wood slats, with the obligatory animal skulls nailed up Floyd | against the wall. South leads back to the road; north takes you inside. Floyd | Floyd | Just outside the shadowed doorway, a parched corpse slumps in a Floyd | rocking-chair. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | Trading Post Main Room Floyd | Light spills through dust-caked windows and cracks in the log walls. It Floyd | doesn't show up much. Some shelves, an old counter that may once have Floyd | held a till, an uneven plank floor; must have been looted a dozen times Floyd | over. Over in one corner there's a trapdoor. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline is eating breakfast and will let T drive... | |||
| DavidW says, "...and fall into my trap" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "I thought we'd all drive." | ||||
| Limax says, "Bwa ha ha" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, we will, but I'm eating." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "So I'm watching and will jump in if I want to." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Don't type with your mouth full!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open trapdoor" | ||||
Floyd | You open the trapdoor. Floyd | Floyd | A pale moth flutters out of the cellar. You reflexively make a warding Floyd | sign - though they don't help much with Curb, so their potency against Floyd | curses and doom seems to be limited. Floyd | Floyd | Curb writhes about on his back, kicking his hind legs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Holding the glow-jar before you, panga at the ready, you cautiously Floyd | descend into the cellar. Floyd | Floyd | Root Cellar Floyd | Plenty of sweat went into digging this cellar out, and it smells like Floyd | it. Wooden shelves are hammered into the dirt walls, covered in grime. Floyd | Dirt steps are cut into one wall, leading up to a trap door. Floyd | Floyd | You hear an eager whine, and Curb barrels into the trap-door from Floyd | above, which just misses your head as it slams shut. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "And I'm drinking coffee and playing my banjo... and I really should be finishing up this handbell piece that I promised people a few weeks ago" | |||
| Taleslinger says, "I am about to make a late dinner and get some ironing done." | ||||
| Korodzik goes home. | Jacqueline says, "I would like to kill the dog now." | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Can we kill the dog now?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "curse" | ||||
Floyd | Blasphemy! Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "No" | |||
| DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "No" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "kill curb with panga" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Bad Jacqueline." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x trapdoor" | ||||
Floyd | A crude wooden trapdoor bolted into the floor with rustic iron hinges. Floyd | Floyd | A heavy sound suggests Curb might have been walking around, but just Floyd | sat down again. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "maga never implemented it... and he's needed later on" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Root Cellar Floyd | Plenty of sweat went into digging this cellar out, and it smells like Floyd | it. Wooden shelves are hammered into the dirt walls, covered in grime. Floyd | Dirt steps are cut into one wall, leading up to a trap door. Floyd | Floyd | It sounds like Curb is gnawing on something above the trapdoor. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Wait... is Curb - ah." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "He's lucky I can't get to him." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x shelves" | ||||
Floyd | Ain't much to one of these shelves. A couple of two-by-fours sunk into Floyd | the wall, and some one-by-fours set across, and some dirt. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scuffles at the trapdoor, as though trying to dig through it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "search shelves" | ||||
Floyd | There is nothing on the cellar shelves. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "You can blame your husband" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search dirt" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the packed dirt, the dirt corner, or the dirt steps? Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "hey, I left the possibility open for other people to implement killing it" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I am shocked at this. Maga seemed like such a cat person." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "corner" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says (to Jacq), "that is why the dog is so very horrible" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search packed dirt" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jota says, "Whoops. I guess I missed the start." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "dig packed dirt" | Jota says, "Maybe next week." | |||
Floyd | With what, your panga? Floyd | Floyd | Curb howls mournfully. Thank goodness the trapdoor muffles some sound. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | Well, if you must, you must. It's a tool before all else, it's true. Floyd | You start hacking away at the dirt. Floyd | Floyd | It's a really crummy tool for this job, though. Floyd | Floyd | After a while, you hear a "thunk", and realize you've hit wood. A Floyd | little more work, and you realize there's a sort of a cubby down there Floyd | - a place to stash things where they won't be disturbed. Except by Floyd | jerks with pangas, of course. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "kill dragon / With your bare hands? / yes" | |||
| DavidW says, "love it" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x wood" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Ah yes... one of the classic moments" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cubby" | ||||
Floyd | A rough hole has been hacked into the ground here, down to a little Floyd | cubby made of wood. Tucked into the cubby are a diary, an old bolt, and Floyd | a piece of paper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | diary: Taken. Floyd | old bolt: Taken. Floyd | piece of paper: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read paper" | ||||
Floyd | An old, brittle, yellowing piece of paper, maybe once a shopping list, Floyd | written in big, painful capital letters. Some of it has succumbed to Floyd | time, but what you can read says: Floyd | Floyd | (smudge) RTS CREAM Floyd | 2 DOSEN EGG Floyd | 6 HINDGE BOLTS Floyd | 50# LEAD FOR SHOOTING Floyd | HALF DOSEN LEMONS Floyd | MEDECENE FO(smudge)MPA Floyd | Floyd | The rest is all a blur. Floyd | Floyd | You hear the familiar sounds of Curb eating his own vomit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros has disconnected. | ||||
| olethros was too old and infirm for your purpose. | DavidW says, "ah yes. I remember the old bolt now." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "GAH RANDOM CURB MESSAGES" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I've definitely played this before." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Curb), "I'm *EATING* *BREAKFAST*, thank you very much." | ||||
| Jacqueline reswallows a bit of her breakfast burrito that tried to escape when she read the bit about Curb eating his own vomit. | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x diary" | ||||
Floyd | A worn-out leather diary, written in a crabbed hand. Your letters were Floyd | never all so good as that, and you wouldn't want to try reading this Floyd | mess in anything but good light. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Root Cellar Floyd | Plenty of sweat went into digging this cellar out, and it smells like Floyd | it. Wooden shelves are hammered into the dirt walls, covered in grime. Floyd | Dirt steps are cut into one wall, leading up to a trap door. A rough Floyd | hole has been dug - or cut, really - into the corner. Floyd | Floyd | Curb howls mournfully. Thank goodness the trapdoor muffles some sound. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell cellar" | ||||
Floyd | You smell nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shelves" | ||||
Floyd | Ain't much to one of these shelves. A couple of two-by-fours sunk into Floyd | the wall, and some one-by-fours set across, and some dirt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shelves" | ||||
Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x bolt" | ||||
Floyd | You try to open the trapdoor, but it seems to be stuck. Or Curb has set Floyd | his mangy behind down on it, which seems just about as likely. Floyd | Floyd | It sounds like Curb is gnawing on something above the trapdoor. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | (the old bolt) Floyd | Actually, it's only part of an old bolt. It's rusty, stained, and the Floyd | end is broken off, so it's only about an inch long. Floyd | Floyd | Hmm. Bolts needing changed, and this one's broken and rusty. Might be Floyd | too much to hope for... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | A crude wooden trapdoor bolted into the floor with rustic iron hinges. Floyd | Now that you look closely, those bolts do look somewhat old and shabby. Floyd | Certainly no match for, say, your panga. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit door" | ||||
Floyd | You bruise your knuckles on the bolts. Maybe you should find something Floyd | else to use. Floyd | Floyd | You hear the familiar sounds of Curb eating his own vomit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "hit bolts with panga" | ||||
Floyd | Armed with your newfound knowledge - and your trusty panga - you lay Floyd | into the trapdoor's bolts. They shatter with a few sharp blows each. Floyd | Floyd | As you are attacking the last bolt, there's a dangerous creaking sound, Floyd | and suddenly the trapdoor collapses, spilling dust, rust, and your Floyd | ever-faithful friend, Curb, down onto your head. But at least the Floyd | trapdoor is open again! Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Trading Post Main Room Floyd | Light spills through dust-caked windows and cracks in the log walls. It Floyd | doesn't show up much. Some shelves, an old counter that may once have Floyd | held a till, an uneven plank floor; must have been looted a dozen times Floyd | over. Over in one corner there's a trapdoor. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read diary" | ||||
Floyd | A worn-out leather diary, written in a crabbed hand. Your letters were Floyd | never all so good as that, and it's hard to make out exactly what the Floyd | owner was writing about, but it looks like he spent some time in Floyd | Afterbliss. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think the rifle barrel would've been a better tool there." | |||
| Limax says, "Let's see..." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Well, I didn't hurt the panga, did I?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Fortunately not" | ||||
| Limax says, "That would have been vimes" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I just sort of went with the game's suggestion." | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "Author" | ||||
Floyd | Scene 4, "Ghosts", was written by Marius Mueller. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Ah. We're in section 4 now" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, I forgot about the >AUTHOR verb." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "But it just started." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read diary" | ||||
Floyd | A worn-out leather diary, written in a crabbed hand. Your letters were Floyd | never all so good as that, and it's hard to make out exactly what the Floyd | owner was writing about, but it looks like he spent some time in Under Floyd | a Tree. Floyd | Floyd | Curb vomits from excitement, his ribcage convulsing. He laps up the Floyd | result hurriedly, before you steal his prize. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "'Author' is based on who built the current room, I imagine. Probably not everything in the room, however." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Right." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Nor the horrible things Curb is doing." | ||||
| maga says, "muahahaha" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to davidW), "No, it's built so a new scene starts after certain things have happened." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Trading Post Main Room Floyd | Light spills through dust-caked windows and cracks in the log walls. It Floyd | doesn't show up much. Some shelves, an old counter that may once have Floyd | held a till, an uneven plank floor; must have been looted a dozen times Floyd | over. Over in one corner there's a trapdoor. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a piece of paper Floyd | an old bolt Floyd | a diary Floyd | a glow-jar (providing light) Floyd | your car keys (disgusting) Floyd | a Son of Toil bar Floyd | a Twinkie Floyd | a musket barrel Floyd | your guitar Floyd | an alligator stetson (being worn) Floyd | your panga Floyd | Treasure Huntery Lesson 1 Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x bar" | ||||
Floyd | Son of Toil bars contain protein and suchlike for the man with work on Floyd | his mind. You never had so much work on your mind that you could stand Floyd | the taste. The packaging is attractively decorated with an image of Floyd | some Bible feller in a generic act of honest labour. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "eat bar" | ||||
Floyd | You feel a strong personal disinclination against such a venture. Say Floyd | what you will. Maybe it's on account of your weak non-toiling Floyd | constitution or some such. Floyd | Floyd | Curb has apparently grown bored with the offering. If you want it, Floyd | you'll have to brave a great deal of slobber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take offering" | ||||
Floyd | Not much you can do with these until you have some form of transport; Floyd | you sure as hell ain't smoking them. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x offering" | ||||
Floyd | One thousand packs of filterless Camels, your birthday gift to Aunt Floyd | Mabel. Hopefully it'll be a sufficient offering for her to confirm you, Floyd | but that's no sure thing. Floyd | Floyd | It's covered in dog slobber and chew marks. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the panga. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "And yet Curb could carry it." | |||
| maga says, "Curb shouldn't really be able to take those; that's a bug" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | ||||
| Limax says, "Hm" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x twinkie" | ||||
Floyd | One of the foulest creations of the Former Age, but they contain Floyd | calories of some kind and they never rot. You don't blame the looters Floyd | for leaving it, though. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tattoo" | ||||
Floyd | Your right arm, left hand and the left side of your face are partially Floyd | covered with blocky, rounded glyphs precisely specifying your age, Floyd | blood type, status (social, economic, marital) and affiliations Floyd | (birth-clan, adopted clan, moiety, college). None of which are going to Floyd | impress anybody, except for the adopted-clan part, perhaps; Aunt Floyd | Mabel's reputation extends across the known world. But even so, the Floyd | conspicuous hollow circles on the backs of both hands mark you as Floyd | unconfirmed. Floyd | Floyd | Curb gnaws hungrily on his own forepaw. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "So, um. Out and then on up the road?" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "confirm myself" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "go ahead" | |||
| Taleslinger says, "I can't drive right now." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Trading Post Porch Floyd | A wide porch of wood slats, with the obligatory animal skulls nailed up Floyd | against the wall. South leads back to the road; north takes you inside. Floyd | Floyd | Just outside the shadowed doorway, a parched corpse slumps in a Floyd | rocking-chair. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Junction Floyd | As the highway continues to the east, you can see a rutted dirt path Floyd | heading off to the north toward what looks like a small farmhouse. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You walk for a few sandy miles, out into the desert, and night begins Floyd | to fall, slowly, like a dead parachutist. In the distance, the Floyd | whispering wind takes on a howl - looks like a sandstorm is on its way. Floyd | By the time you realize this, however, you've gone to far to go back to Floyd | your car. Floyd | Floyd | And so, in the depths of nights, with the sandstorm building up its Floyd | inhuman, demonic power around you, you find yourself on... Floyd | Floyd | The Saloon porch Floyd | The building is in the state you've expected from a ghost town. Its Floyd | upper floor is completely gone, but the front is still standing, and Floyd | you can barely make out the words Kissing Bandit Saloon in sun-bleached Floyd | red paint. One half of a swinging door leads north, inside. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "If anyone uses this to go back and fix bugs/errors, 'you've gone TOO far'" | |||
| inky arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | Taleslinger whistles. | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Taleslinger), "Worry not, we all make typos. :) Just noting it." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, hooray Kissing Bandit Saloon." | ||||
| DavidW says, "y'know, if Curb were a cat, it'd be hacking up hairballs." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "True enough." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You enter through the swing door, Curb on your heels. Floyd | Floyd | In the saloon Floyd | This room is much smaller than what the movies tell you. A stairway Floyd | leads up to a gallery, though most of the roof and the upper floor is Floyd | missing. A few chairs and tables gather dust, accompanied by a lone Floyd | piano in a corner. Floyd | A counter is near the back wall. Floyd | An impressive chandelier dangles from the remains of the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | On the counter is an empty pewter mug. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the counter is a shelf lined with a row of casks. Floyd | Floyd | An empty lemon juice bottle lies abandoned by the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "play piano" | ||||
Floyd | You play some notes from "The Late Goodybe" by Poets of the Fall, but Floyd | then realize that the piano is one of those automatons. It even Floyd | features some screechy lyrics. You can make something about a guy Floyd | called Tom, who was a slinger, but not slinging "a gun". Something Floyd | about a more lyrical meaning. Thankfully, the record ends soon. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the Son of Toil bar and makes a famished whine. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, ""famished"?" | |||
| Gunther hollers (to inky), "HELLO TO YOU TOO" | Jacqueline says, "Hungry." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "author" | ||||
Floyd | Scene 4, "Ghosts", was written by Marius Mueller. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | shelf: That's fixed in place. Floyd | empty glass bottle: Taken. Floyd | empty pewter mug: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "slinger .... tale" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x mug" | ||||
Floyd | It's empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x bottle" | ||||
Floyd | It's a clear glass bottle with a jaunty picture of an anthropomorphized Floyd | lemon on the label. However, it is bone dry inside. Floyd | Floyd | Curb savagely gnaws at his genitals with slurpy snarls of contentment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky hollers, "I am watching clubfloyd gunther" | Taleslinger says, "Yeah, it" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "You are a horrible person." | ||||
| DavidW says, "oh, Curb, you beast" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "'s a stupid joke. But also a hint!" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Taleslinger), "oh I know" | ||||
| maga cackles | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take mug, bottle" | ||||
Floyd | empty pewter mug: You already have that. Floyd | empty glass bottle: You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | Curb stares at the rum cask with paranoid fascination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x cask" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the beer cask, the wine cask, the moonshine cask, Floyd | the rum cask, the sarsaparilla cask, or the lemonade cask? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x moonshine" | ||||
Floyd | It has "XXXXX" stencilled on the front. Wow, five X's? That must be Floyd | strong stuff! Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the musket barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x sarsaparilla" | maga says, "I would like to point out that I am in no way responsible for this" | |||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the sarsaparilla cask. Floyd | Floyd | Curb skitters about. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "Take note that two scenes are mixed together here." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I thought it was 'sasparilla' for some reason." | ||||
| DavidW says, "The townfolk have their own way of spelling things." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I see." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x wine" | ||||
Floyd | It's labelled "House White". There doesn't seem to be a house red. Floyd | Maybe the patrons of this saloon preferred delicate, subtle flavors. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x beer" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the beer cask. Floyd | Floyd | Curb chases his tail, squealing frustration. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x lemonade" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the lemonade cask. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x rum" | ||||
Floyd | It has the words "RED RUM" scratched crudely into the wood. Funny, the Floyd | R's are backward. Maybe it's cyrillic and it really says YAED YAUM. Floyd | Floyd | Curb sniffs at the rum cask like the horrible little pervert he is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "fill mug with moonshine" | ||||
Floyd | The pewter mug is now full of moonshine. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. My dictionary has it as 'sarsaparilla'." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, I've probably just been pronouncing it wrong my entire life. Fortunately, this has not come up too often." | ||||
| DavidW says, "no, it lists both pronounciations" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Huh. So, I just saved. I guess I'll drink up." | ||||
| DavidW says, "The r is optionally said" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Ah, good." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drink shine" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drink moonshine" | ||||
Floyd | (the pewter mug of moonshine) Floyd | You slam it back. Ahh, refreshing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | In the saloon Floyd | This room is much smaller than what the movies tell you. A stairway Floyd | leads up to a gallery, though most of the roof and the upper floor is Floyd | missing. A few chairs and tables gather dust, accompanied by a lone Floyd | piano in a corner. Floyd | A counter is near the back wall. Floyd | An impressive chandelier dangles from the remains of the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the counter is a shelf lined with a row of casks. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Aw. I was hoping the world'd go all wobbly." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x chandelier" | ||||
Floyd | An old, cobwebbed chandelier. Looks like some sort of map is stuck in Floyd | the chandelier. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to howl, but it devolves into a whimper. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "maybe you should try swinging from the chandelier" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take map\" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take map" | ||||
Floyd | You can't reach it up there. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scratches his ear. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "push table" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get on table" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get on chair" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get on counter" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get on piano" | DavidW says, "In a bar without furniture..." | |||
Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | Curb tries to gnaw on the shelf. You shoo him off before he does too Floyd | much damage. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get map with barrel" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to get the treasure map. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "throw barrel at map" | ||||
Floyd | (the musket barrel at the treasure map) Floyd | Futile. Floyd | Floyd | Curb writhes about on his back, kicking his hind legs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "throw barrel at chandelier" | ||||
Floyd | (the musket barrel at the chandelier) Floyd | You can't quite throw that high. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the Son of Toil bar and makes a famished whine. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. I think I had something at this point that we haven't found yet, somehow." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "stand on curb" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can stand on. Floyd | Floyd | Curb skitters about. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "stand on curb's head and jump up and down vigorously." | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "Another approach, perhaps. Other than standing on things." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heh. Oh, I wasn't try to solve the puzzle there." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I was just trying to kill Curb again." | ||||
| GDorn arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||
Floyd | You jump on the spot, fruitlessly. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the car keys. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| GDorn says, ".. floyd curb stomp curb" | ||||
| GDorn says (to floyd), "curb stomp curb" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| GDorn says (to floyd), "curbstomp curb" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to GDorn), "yay" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Except that I would never curb stomp anyone, not even Curb." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take curb" | ||||
Floyd | He's too heavy to carry about, and you'd get fleas. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the panga. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "Curbstump? I'm dumpstruck." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Taleslinger), "Please ask someone else to explain it by whispering so I don't have to hear the details. It's gruesome." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Not me. I don't know." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | an empty pewter mug Floyd | an empty glass bottle Floyd | a piece of paper Floyd | an old bolt Floyd | a diary Floyd | a glow-jar (providing light) Floyd | your car keys (disgusting) Floyd | a Son of Toil bar Floyd | a Twinkie Floyd | a musket barrel Floyd | your guitar Floyd | an alligator stetson (being worn) Floyd | your panga Floyd | Treasure Huntery Lesson 1 Floyd | Floyd | Curb writhes about on his back, kicking his hind legs. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Okay. Um, so. I'm guessing throwing other stuff is not the answer." | |||
| DavidW says, "I think I know two ways of getting the map, but one way involves stuff we don't have." | ||||
| Limax asks, "Where are we?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "OH URBAN DICTIONARY NO" | ||||
| Limax says, "Oh... a treasure hunt" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stairs Floyd | You've climbed half-way up the stairs. To go any further would be Floyd | foolishly risking your life. Floyd | Floyd | An old piece of cloth sticks to the floorboards here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take cloth" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cloth" | ||||
Floyd | An old piece of blue cloth. Could be ripped out from a pair of jeans or Floyd | something. Floyd | Floyd | Curb snaps at flies. Floyd | Floyd | Curb eyes the piece of cloth with more than curiosity, something akin Floyd | to keen interest. He sniffs it expectantly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show cloth to curb" | ||||
Floyd | Curb sniffs the shred of cloth. He then holds up his head, and just for Floyd | a moment, you can see, even in this big, repulsive heap of fat meat and Floyd | dirty fur, the wolf, scenting the deer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "go curb" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | Curb goes down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | In the saloon Floyd | This room is much smaller than what the movies tell you. A stairway Floyd | leads up to a gallery, though most of the roof and the upper floor is Floyd | missing. A few chairs and tables gather dust, accompanied by a lone Floyd | piano in a corner. Floyd | A counter is near the back wall. Floyd | An impressive chandelier dangles from the remains of the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the counter is a shelf lined with a row of casks. Floyd | Floyd | Curb frantically digs a hole in a corner. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | Curb tries to gnaw on the beer cask. You shoo him off before he does Floyd | too much damage. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hole" | ||||
Floyd | A hole, not as artfully dug as what you did in the cellar, but what can Floyd | you expect from Curb? Floyd | In it you can see a skull. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the panga. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take skull" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Curb tries to gnaw on the piano. You shoo him off before he does too Floyd | much damage. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x it" | ||||
Floyd | A human skull. It's wearing an eyepatch that's in surprisingly good Floyd | condition. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the empty pewter mug. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take eyepatch" | ||||
Floyd | You slide the eyepatch off the skull. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scratches at the ground with his forepaws. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in skull" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the shred of cloth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shake it" | ||||
Floyd | Violence is not the answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put bolt in eyepatch" | ||||
| olethros arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | ||||
Floyd | The eyepatch won't keep anything in it for long. If you want to sling Floyd | the old bolt at something, you should just sling the old bolt at it Floyd | directly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sling bolt at map" | ||||
Floyd | Taking good aim, and a few practice swings, you haul your missile at Floyd | the treasure map- up and up it goes- Floyd | Hit! Floyd | The treasure map tumbles down. But so does a part of the chandelier, Floyd | knocking you out. The last thing you hear is Curbs anxious growling. Floyd | The last thing you feel, unfortunately, is Curbs wet tongue, licking Floyd | your cheek. Then, thankfully, you pass out. Floyd | Floyd | *** You have knocked yourself out.*** Floyd | Floyd | You wake up with a bad headache. Outside, the sun is shining again, Floyd | the sandstorm is gone. Curb has rolled up at your side, and for all his Floyd | faults, you love him for that. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | In the saloon Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "awwww curbbb" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put bolt in barrel" | ||||
Floyd | (the musket barrel) Floyd | That can't contain things. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "blow barrel" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit chandelier with barrel" | ||||
Floyd | (the musket barrel) Floyd | It's high up on the ceiling, out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | Curb sniffs at the counter like the horrible little pervert he is. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I thought the barrel might be used as a blowgun" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Belatedly, very cool. Well done." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sling bolt at map" | ||||
Floyd | Taking good aim, and a few practice swings, you haul your missile at Floyd | the treasure map- up and up it goes- Floyd | Hit! Floyd | The treasure map tumbles down. But so does a part of the chandelier, Floyd | knocking you out. The last thing you hear is Curbs anxious growling. Floyd | The last thing you feel, unfortunately, is Curbs wet tongue, licking Floyd | your cheek. Then, thankfully, you pass out. Floyd | Floyd | *** You have knocked yourself out.*** Floyd | Floyd | You wake up with a bad headache. Outside, the sun is shining again, Floyd | the sandstorm is gone. Curb has rolled up at your side, and for all his Floyd | faults, you love him for that. Floyd | Floyd | Curb stares at the lemonade cask with paranoid fascination. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take map" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Curb sniffs at the chairs. like the horrible little pervert he is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x map" | ||||
Floyd | Well, it's obviously a treasure map, because it has a big X on it to Floyd | mark the spot. But it's a pretty strange map: it's completely blank, Floyd | and has a light iridescent sheen to it, like a photographic plate. Floyd | Also, it's strangely warm to the touch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "rub map" | ||||
Floyd | You achieve nothing by this. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read map" | ||||
Floyd | Well, it's obviously a treasure map, because it has a big X on it to Floyd | mark the spot. But it's a pretty strange map: it's completely blank, Floyd | and has a light iridescent sheen to it, like a photographic plate. Floyd | Also, it's strangely warm to the touch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "touch map" | ||||
Floyd | It's definitely hotter in some spots than others. Floyd | Floyd | Curb vomits from excitement, his ribcage convulsing. He laps up the Floyd | result hurriedly, before you steal his prize. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Do we have a heat source somewhere?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a treasure map Floyd | an eyepatch Floyd | a skull Floyd | a shred of cloth Floyd | an empty pewter mug Floyd | an empty glass bottle Floyd | a piece of paper Floyd | a diary Floyd | a glow-jar (providing light) Floyd | your car keys (disgusting) Floyd | a Son of Toil bar Floyd | a Twinkie Floyd | a musket barrel Floyd | your guitar Floyd | an alligator stetson (being worn) Floyd | your panga Floyd | Treasure Huntery Lesson 1 Floyd | Floyd | Curb snaps at flies. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Don't think so. Unless the glow jar is warm." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "touch jar" | ||||
Floyd | You feel nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | Curb fixes you with a look of abject guilt and keens softly. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "I think there's something behind the bar you can use" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "author" | ||||
Floyd | Scene 5, "Invisiclues", was written by Carl Muckenhoupt. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "But I don't recall" | |||
| inky says, "heh" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read treasure huntery" | ||||
Floyd | "For one thing, the maps are often nearly as well-hidden as the Floyd | treasures themselves. However, that doesn't mean you're left to search Floyd | aimlessly. The purpose of the map is defeated if no one has access to Floyd | it, so treasure maps can usually be found among the effects of the Floyd | treasure-hiders, or in places they frequented. Look in residences, Floyd | gathering-places, and vehicles." Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at Treasure Huntery Lesson 1. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | "Once you've found your map, the next step is deciphering it. Treasure Floyd | maps are usually encrypted or obfuscated in some way. Edgar Allan Poe's Floyd | short story The Gold Bug tells about a map that has instructions Floyd | written in code... and also in invisible ink!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | "Invisible ink is actually surprisingly common in authentic treasure Floyd | maps -- and one of the main reasons that there are still treasure maps Floyd | that have gone undetected. The most popular form of invisible ink is Floyd | ordinary lemon juice, although any weak acid works just as well. When Floyd | heat is applied to the paper, the parts weakened by the lemon juice Floyd | discolor more quickly. There are recorded attempts at developing an ink Floyd | that would work the other way around, but to our knowledge this has Floyd | never been done successfully." Floyd | Floyd | Curb scratches his ear. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "aHA" | |||
| DavidW says, "ah. So add lemon to the heat ink" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lemonade" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the lemonade cask. Floyd | Floyd | Curb attempts to howl, but it devolves into a whimper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "fill mug with lemonade" | Jacqueline says, "Yeah. There's some in the bar." | |||
Floyd | The lemonade cask seems to be empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "NOOO" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lemon" | ||||
Floyd | It's a clear glass bottle with a jaunty picture of an anthropomorphized Floyd | lemon on the label. However, it is bone dry inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Perhaps another acid, then." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a treasure map Floyd | an eyepatch Floyd | a skull Floyd | a shred of cloth Floyd | an empty pewter mug Floyd | an empty glass bottle Floyd | a piece of paper Floyd | a diary Floyd | a glow-jar (providing light) Floyd | your car keys (disgusting) Floyd | a Son of Toil bar Floyd | a Twinkie Floyd | a musket barrel Floyd | your guitar Floyd | an alligator stetson (being worn) Floyd | your panga Floyd | Treasure Huntery Lesson 1 Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the diary. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open jar" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "like, um, vinegar. Which would be old wine." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cask" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the beer cask, the wine cask, the moonshine cask, Floyd | the rum cask, the sarsaparilla cask, or the lemonade cask? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "fill mug with wine" | ||||
Floyd | The pewter mug is now full of vinegar. Floyd | Floyd | Curb skitters about. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Hm, yeah. Perhaps." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pour vinegar on map" | ||||
Floyd | (the pewter mug of vinegar on the treasure map) Floyd | Little wisps of vinegar-scented smoke curl upward as an image appears Floyd | on the map. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x map" | ||||
Floyd | The map shows an incomprehensible noisy pattern of red and blue pixels Floyd | with a big black X in the middle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x pixels" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x map" | ||||
Floyd | The map shows an incomprehensible noisy pattern of red and blue pixels Floyd | with a big black X in the middle. Floyd | Floyd | Curb fixes you with a look of abject guilt and keens softly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read map" | ||||
Floyd | The map shows an incomprehensible noisy pattern of red and blue pixels Floyd | with a big black X in the middle. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "we need a filter. Either red or blue, but most likely red." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "fill bottle with rum" | ||||
Floyd | The glass bottle is now full of rum. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scratches at the ground with his forepaws. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x rum" | ||||
Floyd | (the glass bottle of rum) Floyd | The rum is a brilliant red color, but it smells like rum all the same. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look at map through bottle" | ||||
Floyd | Aha! When you look through the red rum, you the pattern becomes clear. Floyd | Instead of a map, all you see is the word "LUXOR". Floyd | Floyd | What the heck? The treasure is in Egypt? Floyd | Floyd | Well, there's nothing for it. If you're going to get that treasure, Floyd | you'll have to get to Egypt. One plane flight later, some checking with Floyd | the remainder of the map, and you find your way to a worn-down souk by Floyd | the Necropolis. Floyd | Floyd | Shisha Souk Floyd | You've followed your treasure map to this dingy little tobacco house on Floyd | the eastern bank of the Nile. Sleepy old men gather around the hookahs Floyd | and trade smoke. A cabinet full of curiosities lines the back wall. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scratches at the ground with his forepaws. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | |||
| DavidW says, "booyah" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of DW), "Are you remembering all this?" | ||||
| Limax says, "Woo" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Since you've played before, however long ago?" | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "Author" | ||||
Floyd | Scene 6, "The One-Armed Time Bandit", was written by Michael Martin. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Or was that a legit non-remembered guess?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "yeah, I'm slowly remembering as I play" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Not that I care, honestly, as I'm not into puzzles myself and am mostly just enjoying watching the game progress." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I remembered the eyepatch, but not where." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "author" | ||||
Floyd | Scene 6, "The One-Armed Time Bandit", was written by Michael Martin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "author" | ||||
Floyd | Scene 6, "The One-Armed Time Bandit", was written by Michael Martin. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Timing." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x men" | ||||
Floyd | The clientele here doesn't seem to be paying attention to much. Even Floyd | the nicotine isn't keeping them alert. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cabinet" | ||||
Floyd | In the cabinet are some artifacts. Floyd | Floyd | Curb tries to gnaw on the tables. You shoo him off before he does too Floyd | much damage. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x artifacts" | ||||
Floyd | These are relics and gewgaws from all over the world. One in particular Floyd | catches your eye - a softwood box with your family crest imprinted on Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the alligator stetson. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x box" | ||||
Floyd | This fine sandalwood box must be some lost heirloom of your family Floyd | line; it's got your crest on the lid. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the diary. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x crest" | ||||
Floyd | It's the same symbol and motto that has been passed down through your Floyd | family for generations: An extinguished lantern under the phrase SIC Floyd | SEMPER RIMORIS. Floyd | Floyd | Curb savagely gnaws at his genitals with slurpy snarls of contentment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take box" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the piece of paper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open box" | ||||
Floyd | You open the heirloom box, revealing a decoder ring and a slip of Floyd | paper. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the panga. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read slip" | ||||
Floyd | This old slip of paper has the mysterious message DSAJX YPFC, XUJPER on Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the Twinkie and makes a famished whine. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Ha. Beat to the punch" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ring" | ||||
Floyd | This decoder ring has a wheel that matches letters to other letters. Floyd | Surely, with this, the darkest secrets of the cosmos are yours. Floyd | Floyd | [To use the decoder ring, type the command DECODE (text), where (text) Floyd | is the text you wish to decode.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear ring" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the decoder ring) Floyd | You put on the decoder ring. Floyd | Floyd | Curb stares at the tables with paranoid fascination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tables" | ||||
Floyd | The tables here are stained with years of smoking. Floyd | Floyd | Curb snaps at flies. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "decode dsajx ypfc, xujper" | ||||
Floyd | Using your mighty ancestral decoder ring, you decode DSAJX YPFC, XUJPER Floyd | to WRONG CITY, GENIUS. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha ha" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heehee" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "decode luxor" | ||||
Floyd | You ponder the map. "LUXOR" alone really isn't much of a clue to Floyd | finding the treasure on its own. Perhaps if you put your ancestral Floyd | decoder ring to work, it will produce a new clue. Let's see. "L" maps Floyd | to "V", "U" to "E"... Floyd | Floyd | You feel a certain sinking feeling as you guess the rest. Yep. "LUXOR" Floyd | decodes to "VEGAS". You've been searching on the wrong continent all Floyd | this time. At least you did get that it was in a desert, though. Floyd | Floyd | Time to book another flight. Floyd | Floyd | Gambling Pit at the Luxor Floyd | It's dry as a bone out there, but at least in here the drinks flow Floyd | freely. The map, suitably reinterpreted to this locale, lead you to Floyd | this slot machine, right on the X in LUXOR. All around you, blinking, Floyd | screaming electronics want to take your money, but your steely resolve Floyd | remains undeterred. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | Curb skitters about. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "man, texas?" | |||
| inky says, "oh" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x machine" | ||||
Floyd | This slot machine looks much like the others here; video screens Floyd | showing results, lots and lots of flashing lights and exciting sounds, Floyd | and a slot with which you may insert all your money. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "This whole game has been oddly coherent thus far." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play machine" | ||||
Floyd | You stick a token in the machine and pull the lever. Lemon, Lemon, Floyd | and... your family crest? This is no ordinary slot machine. Floyd | Floyd | It's no ordinary payout mechanism, either. A chute opens up beneath Floyd | you, and you slide into darkness. Floyd | Floyd | Central Broadcasting Floyd | This is more like it! The chute took you into this awesome command Floyd | center. An important-looking door leads off to the north, while more Floyd | unassuming ones lead in all other cardinal directions. Surely some hint Floyd | to the treasure must be in this secret complex. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a ladder here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the alligator stetson. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "GAH" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "author" | ||||
Floyd | Scene 6, "The One-Armed Time Bandit", was written by Michael Martin. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "which way, gentlefolk?" | |||
| Taleslinger says, "Yeah, I was thinking it went downhill from Luxor." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Should we have looked around in the gambling pit more first?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to jacq), "#belated. Thank you." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Should we undo?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Or just carry on?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think we're where we're meant to be." | ||||
| DavidW says, "But Aunt Mabel's gonna have to do without her smokes." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of Taleslinger), "Thanks for what? For whispering to you what curb stomping is, despite it being painful to think about, let alone type in detail?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "heh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, okay." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ladder" | ||||
Floyd | This ladder leads back up to the casino floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "climb ladder" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Gambling Pit at the Luxor Floyd | You're here in front of a slot machine situated right on top of the X Floyd | in the Luxor's logo. All around you, blinking, screaming electronics Floyd | want to take your money, but your steely resolve remains undeterred. A Floyd | dark passage in front of the slot machine leads down. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We can climb back up, it seems" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x x" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x electronics" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I guess there really isn't much to do here aside from what we did already." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x slot" | ||||
Floyd | This slot machine looks much like the others here; video screens Floyd | showing results, lots and lots of flashing lights and exciting sounds, Floyd | and a slot with which you may insert all your money. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the decoder ring. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Central Broadcasting Floyd | This is clearly some kind of command center. An important-looking door Floyd | leads off to the north, while more unassuming ones lead in all other Floyd | cardinal directions. Surely some hint to the treasure must be in this Floyd | secret complex. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a ladder here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Whether you like it or not. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "heh" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to jacq), "For the kind words for my horrendeously underimplemented part." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Meme Broadcast Chamber Floyd | The acoustics in this room look carefully shaped, which is odd, because Floyd | the centerpiece of this room is in fact a huge brass cannon. Floyd | Floyd | As you enter, a booming voice intones, "STAND BY FOR MIND CONTROL." Floyd | | Jacqueline says (to T), "heh. Oh. You're welcome." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | Jacqueline says, "Um." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "l" | maga exclaims, "weresnake!" | |||
| Nitku pushes the green 'space' button. | Limax says, "Ha" | |||
| DavidW says, "I think this part might be forced keyboarding" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | Jacqueline asks, "Or is Floyd down?" | |||
| Limax asks, "Did Floyd lose it?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "and we can't see the response. Dunno if Floyd can't handle it or not." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ssssssssssss" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ssssssssssssss" | Jacqueline asks, "Oh, is something weird going on?" | |||
| inky says, "ha ha ha" | ||||
DavidW | Floyd | As you enter, a booming voice intones, "STAND BY FOR MIND CONTROL." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "IDGI" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "l" | Limax says, "I can't remember what happens in this part of the game" | |||
| inky says, "well, the trace is like" | ||||
| inky | read(0, "l\n", 4096) = 2 | ||||
| inky | write(1, " ", 1) = 1 | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "Hello" | DavidW says, "I'm thinking it's forced keyboarding." | |||
| inky says, "so I think floyd is seeing your stuff and still writing out stuff" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I personally think it looks like Floyd is b0rked." | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "test" | ||||
| Taleslinger pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
| DavidW presses the yellow enter button. | DavidW says, "oopsie" | |||
| inky says, "yeah, I think the written-out thing is just really long" | ||||
Floyd | >stand by for mind control Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The booming voice continues, "GO SOUTH." Floyd | | Limax says, "Ugh" | |||
| inky says, "oh, man, this is going to take forever" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh man." | ||||
Floyd | >go south Floyd | Floyd | Central Broadcasting Floyd | This is clearly some kind of command center. An important-looking door Floyd | leads off to the north, while more unassuming ones lead in all other Floyd | cardinal directions. Surely some hint to the treasure must be in this Floyd | secret complex. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a ladder here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Mime Broadcast Chamber Floyd | This room is decorated in the severest of blacks and whites. Everything Floyd | is dead silent. A passageway leads quietly back up to the north. Floyd | Floyd | An invisible box squats against the south wall. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a phantom wind machine here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ok, I guess we're back in normal" | |||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "Author" | ||||
Floyd | Scene 6, "The One-Armed Time Bandit", was written by Michael Martin. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Boy, the next time I see McMartin...." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x invisible box" | ||||
Floyd | You can't make much out about it, seeing as how it is invisible. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wind machine" | ||||
Floyd | This is a small switch, painted in severe black and white. It is Floyd | labeled "PHANTOM WIND MACHINE". Beneath that, in much smaller letters, Floyd | is inscribed KUKURQPUVW. Floyd | Floyd | The phantom wind machine is currently switched off. Floyd | Floyd | Curb writhes about on his back, kicking his hind legs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "decode kukurqpuvw" | ||||
Floyd | Using your mighty ancestral decoder ring, you decode KUKURQPUVW to Floyd | MEMESHIELD. Floyd | Floyd | Curb gnaws hungrily on his own forepaw. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on machine" | ||||
Floyd | You switch on the device, and suddenly a powerful wind assaults your Floyd | face. Oddly, your hair and possessions seem totally unaffected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | It's slow going fighting through the imaginary wind that's whipping Floyd | your face. Floyd | Floyd | Central Broadcasting Floyd | This is clearly some kind of command center. An important-looking door Floyd | leads off to the north, while more unassuming ones lead in all other Floyd | cardinal directions. Surely some hint to the treasure must be in this Floyd | secret complex. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a ladder here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Whether you like it or not. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | It's slow going fighting through the imaginary wind that's whipping Floyd | your face. Floyd | Floyd | MAME Broadcast Chamber Floyd | This room appears to be some sort of shrine to old arcade games. A Floyd | passage leads back east. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shrine" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shrine" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Firion exclaims, "MAME Chamber? Now I've seen everything!" | |||
| Taleslinger says, "I haven't played this." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x games" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x arcade" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "play" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to play? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "play arcade" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Doesn't seem to be anything in the MAME right now" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | It's slow going fighting through the imaginary wind that's whipping Floyd | your face. Floyd | Floyd | Central Broadcasting Floyd | This is clearly some kind of command center. An important-looking door Floyd | leads off to the north, while more unassuming ones lead in all other Floyd | cardinal directions. Surely some hint to the treasure must be in this Floyd | secret complex. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a ladder here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | The wind abruptly stops. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read map" | ||||
Floyd | The map shows an incomprehensible noisy pattern of red and blue pixels Floyd | with a big black X in the middle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Mome Broadcast Chamber Floyd | This room looks set to receive important religious pronouncements. A Floyd | passage leads back west. Floyd | Floyd | A tall statue of a benevolent-looking mother figure dominates the room. Floyd | Floyd | On the Mome statue is a Mome hat. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hat" | ||||
Floyd | (the alligator stetson) Floyd | You never seen an alligator, but it's certain they make a fine hat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "take hat" | ||||
Floyd | (the alligator stetson) Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | Curb savagely gnaws at his genitals with slurpy snarls of contentment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "mome hat" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "take mome hat" | ||||
Floyd | Though you realize that you risk the dreaded Mome Wrath for your Floyd | defilement, you collect the Mome hat. Floyd | Floyd | Curb sniffs at the Mome statue like the horrible little pervert he is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mome hat" | ||||
Floyd | This enormous hat signifies that one is the Mome. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "IDGI" | |||
| DavidW says, "And mimsy where the borograves and the mome rath outgrabe." | ||||
| DavidW says, "er were" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "take mome hat, wear it" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The Jabberwocky from Alice in the Looking- Glass" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "wear it" | ||||
Floyd | You put on the Mome hat. Floyd | Floyd | > | Nitku says, "borogoves" | |||
| DavidW says, "er, through" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Nitku), "and yes, thanks" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a Mome hat (being worn) Floyd | some gambling tokens Floyd | a decoder ring (being worn) Floyd | a heirloom box (open) Floyd | a slip of paper Floyd | a treasure map Floyd | an eyepatch Floyd | a skull Floyd | a shred of cloth Floyd | an empty pewter mug Floyd | a glass bottle of rum Floyd | a piece of paper Floyd | a diary Floyd | a glow-jar (providing light) Floyd | your car keys (disgusting) Floyd | a Son of Toil bar Floyd | a Twinkie Floyd | a musket barrel Floyd | your guitar Floyd | an alligator stetson (being worn) Floyd | your panga Floyd | Treasure Huntery Lesson 1 Floyd | Floyd | Curb writhes about on his back, kicking his hind legs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pray" | ||||
Floyd | You mumble a prayer from your childhood: Floyd | Floyd | I see the moon, and the moon sees me. Floyd | God bless the moon and God bless me. Floyd | Floyd | It's a pretty selfish prayer, when you think about it. I mean, the moon Floyd | is covered, but I guess you really don't care about anything or anyone Floyd | else, do you? Floyd | Floyd | I swear... you belong in Vegas. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the piece of paper. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "we are wearing two hats!" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "haha... that's my prayer." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Taleslinger), "a common IF malady" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "And it's one I used to say all the time when I was a kid." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Mome Broadcast Chamber Floyd | This room looks set to receive important religious pronouncements. A Floyd | passage leads back west. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | A tall statue of a benevolent-looking mother figure dominates the room. Floyd | Floyd | Curb sniffs at the Mome statue like the horrible little pervert he is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
Floyd | The Mome's hat has been stolen. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at Treasure Huntery Lesson 1. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "this is bloody good for an ifwhispers" | |||
| Taleslinger says, "But the moon *is* blessed too." | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You're tall and thirsty. Too old to be drifting loose, too young to Floyd | have done anything much to deserve confirmation - your tattoos show Floyd | that much. Floyd | Floyd | Curb chases his tail, squealing frustration. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "kiss statue" | ||||
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Taleslinger), "Yeah, the moon, and me, and nothing else." | |||
| Taleslinger says, "ah." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask mome about treasure" | ||||
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "This statue doesn't live up to the standards set by Galatea." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "mome" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Though admittedly one could reword the prayer to something like:" | |||
| Jacqueline | I see Curb and Curb sees me, | ||||
| Jacqueline | God bless Curb and God bless me. | ||||
| inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x tattoos" | Limax says, "Hee hee" | |||
Floyd | Your right arm, left hand and the left side of your face are partially Floyd | covered with blocky, rounded glyphs precisely specifying your age, Floyd | blood type, status (social, economic, marital) and affiliations Floyd | (birth-clan, adopted clan, moiety, college). None of which are going to Floyd | impress anybody, except for the adopted-clan part, perhaps; Aunt Floyd | Mabel's reputation extends across the known world. But even so, the Floyd | conspicuous hollow circles on the backs of both hands mark you as Floyd | unconfirmed. Floyd | Floyd | Curb starts at nothing, and half falls over in a desperate attempt to Floyd | escape it. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "So we had MAME to the west, Mome to the east, and 'mime' to the south." | |||
| 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." | ||||
| inky asks (of Alex), "o?" | ||||
| Alex says (to inky), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that O is part of 'no'. So which part of 'no' don't you understand. Also, would you like to buy an O. Furthermore, ascii 79 is O. Also, ascii 111 is O." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Alex), "Oh dear." | ||||
| Alex exclaims (at Jacqueline), "Awwwk! No parse found!" | ||||
| Limax says, "Haa haa" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Well, north is probably Meme, and we turned on the Memeshield." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to alex), "No dear!" | ||||
| Alex exclaims (at Taleslinger), "Awwwk! No parse found!" | ||||
| DavidW says, "So we probably can go north now." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Central Broadcasting Floyd | This is clearly some kind of command center. An important-looking door Floyd | leads off to the north, while more unassuming ones lead in all other Floyd | cardinal directions. Surely some hint to the treasure must be in this Floyd | secret complex. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a ladder here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "mime" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Mime Broadcast Chamber Floyd | This room is decorated in the severest of blacks and whites. Everything Floyd | is dead silent. A passageway leads quietly back up to the north. Floyd | Floyd | An invisible box squats against the south wall. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a phantom wind machine here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x machine" | ||||
Floyd | This is a small switch, painted in severe black and white. It is Floyd | labeled "PHANTOM WIND MACHINE". Beneath that, in much smaller letters, Floyd | is inscribed KUKURQPUVW. Floyd | Floyd | The phantom wind machine is currently switched off. Floyd | Floyd | Curb fixes you with a look of abject guilt and keens softly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on machine" | ||||
Floyd | You switch on the device, and suddenly a powerful wind assaults your Floyd | face. Oddly, your hair and possessions seem totally unaffected. Floyd | Floyd | Curb vomits from excitement, his ribcage convulsing. He laps up the Floyd | result hurriedly, before you steal his prize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | It's slow going fighting through the imaginary wind that's whipping Floyd | your face. Floyd | Floyd | Central Broadcasting Floyd | This is clearly some kind of command center. An important-looking door Floyd | leads off to the north, while more unassuming ones lead in all other Floyd | cardinal directions. Surely some hint to the treasure must be in this Floyd | secret complex. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a ladder here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | It's slow going fighting through the imaginary wind that's whipping Floyd | your face. Floyd | Floyd | Meme Broadcast Chamber Floyd | The acoustics in this room look carefully shaped, which is odd, because Floyd | the centerpiece of this room is in fact a huge brass cannon. Floyd | Floyd | A booming voice intones a command at you. The winds surrounding you Floyd | distort the voice. You think it said "STAND BY FOR MIME CONTRAIL." Floyd | | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | Jacqueline asks, "Wait, are you doing that on purpose?" | |||
| olethros says, "someone reboot DW" | DavidW asks, "You have another suggestion?" | |||
| Taleslinger hits DW on the back of the head. | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Huh. I guess I just don't get what you're ... nevermind." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "mime contrail" | inky says, "he's making it type out the forced text again" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cannon" | ||||
Floyd | >stand by for mime contrail Floyd | You enter the cannon. Floyd | Floyd | The booming voice continues with what sounds like "NOW SHOOT." Floyd | | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shoot cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shoot cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shoot cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shoot cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shoot cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shoot cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shoot cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shoot cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shoot cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shoot cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shoot cannon" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shoot cannon" | ||||
Floyd | >fire cannon Floyd | The cannon fires, rocketing you through the plate glass window and into Floyd | the room beyond. Floyd | Floyd | Back Office Floyd | It's not as tidy as it was before you made your grand entrance through Floyd | the window to the south, but this is still a perfectly functional Floyd | office. An official-looking door leads west. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shoot cannon" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "oh there is hackery" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Ah. Now I see. I misunderstood what happened to get us out of it last time." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the plate glass window, except for the Floyd | fact that it's been smashed into a hojillion pieces, thus allowing you Floyd | access to the room beyond. Floyd | Floyd | Curb sniffs at your tattoos like the horrible little pervert he is. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "Me too." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | It's slow going fighting through the imaginary wind that's whipping Floyd | your face. Floyd | Floyd | Giving Lounge Floyd | You are in a brightly-lit pillared underground chamber, with purple Floyd | shag carpeting and a group of very generous people. A back office lies Floyd | to the east, while the west end of the lounge gives off a gentle glow. Floyd | Floyd | You can see Bruce K, Corinne Q, Sammy Z-E, a Cubist shape, a red Floyd | square, a gray square, a brown square, and a black square here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | The wind abruptly stops. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "author" | ||||
Floyd | Scene 7, "TBA", was written by N.B. Horvath. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | Cubist shape: Taken. Floyd | red square: Taken. Floyd | gray square: Taken. Floyd | brown square: Taken. Floyd | black square: Taken. Floyd | slip of paper: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Bruce K gifts a small wooden fish to Corinne Q. Corinne Q hands a small Floyd | wooden woodchuck to Bruce K. Floyd | Floyd | Sammy Z-E transfers a plastic card to Bruce K. Bruce K passes a bolt of Floyd | cloth to Sammy Z-E. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ooh, I disliked this one" | |||
| Limax says, "Yeah. It's fairly random" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "me too. It's purely random evil from hell." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Does someone want to drive for this? I'd like to fast forward this scene." | ||||
| Fang arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read slip" | ||||
Floyd | This old slip of paper has the mysterious message DSAJX YPFC, XUJPER on Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | Bruce K gives a bolt of inspiration to Sammy Z-E. Sammy Z-E presents a Floyd | small wooden house to Bruce K. Floyd | Floyd | Sammy Z-E forks over a bolt of cloth to Bruce K. Bruce K gives a bolt Floyd | of cloth to Sammy Z-E. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "And I'm out of coffee" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Okay, this I remember, since it's the section before mine." | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a slip of paper Floyd | a black square Floyd | a brown square Floyd | a gray square | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x paper" | ||||
Floyd | a red square Floyd | a Cubist shape Floyd | a Mome hat (being worn) Floyd | some gambling tokens Floyd | a decoder ring (being worn) Floyd | a heirloom box (open but empty) Floyd | a treasure map Floyd | an eyepatch Floyd | a skull Floyd | a shred of cloth Floyd | an empty pewter mug Floyd | a glass bottle of rum Floyd | a piece of paper Floyd | a diary Floyd | a glow-jar (providing light) Floyd | your car keys (disgusting) Floyd | a Son of Toil bar Floyd | a Twinkie Floyd | a musket barrel Floyd | your guitar Floyd | an alligator stetson (being worn) Floyd | your panga Floyd | Treasure Huntery Lesson 1 Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "But it was fiddly getting through it." | |||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the slip of paper, or the piece of paper? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "give square to sammy" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the black square, the brown square, the gray square, Floyd | or the red square? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x piece" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the shred of cloth, or the piece of paper? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x piece of paper" | ||||
Floyd | An old, brittle, yellowing piece of paper, maybe once a shopping list, Floyd | written in big, painful capital letters. Some of it has succumbed to Floyd | time, but what you can read says: Floyd | Floyd | (smudge) RTS CREAM Floyd | 2 DOSEN EGG Floyd | 6 HINDGE BOLTS Floyd | 50# LEAD FOR SHOOTING Floyd | HALF DOSEN LEMONS Floyd | MEDECENE FO(smudge)MPA Floyd | Floyd | The rest is all a blur. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Gateway Floyd | This end of the Giving Lounge is bathed in gentle light. A set of Floyd | (literally) pearly gates stands to the west. Floyd | Floyd | You pause to reflect on this for a moment. The fact that the pearly Floyd | gates are underground adds that extra touch of Vegas oddness to the Floyd | scene. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a set of pearly gates and a guardian angel here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x angel" | ||||
Floyd | Actually he's dressed as a Roman centurion, but you can tell that he's Floyd | a guardian angel from the "HELLO MY NAME IS" name tag. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read tag" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The angel gently blocks your way. "Sorry my child. You are not Floyd | enlightened. You do not match. Not yet." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask angel about enlightenment" | ||||
Floyd | There is no reply. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the panga. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask angel about match" | ||||
Floyd | There is no reply. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the treasure map. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "think deeply" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to think. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Giving Lounge Floyd | You are in a brightly-lit pillared underground chamber, with purple Floyd | shag carpeting and a group of very generous people. A back office lies Floyd | to the east, while the west end of the lounge gives off a gentle glow. Floyd | Floyd | You can see Bruce K, Corinne Q, and Sammy Z-E here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | Bruce K gifts a small wooden fish to Sammy Z-E. Sammy Z-E transfers a Floyd | souvenir clock to Bruce K. Floyd | Floyd | Sammy Z-E gifts a small wooden fish to Corinne Q. Corinne Q gifts a Floyd | bolt of lightning to Sammy Z-E. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| GDorn disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | Taleslinger says, "We need to get a set of three." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "So, since I remember this bit I guess I'll stay out of it and hush. This and the next section." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give cubist shape to sammy" | ||||
Floyd | You give the Cubist shape to Sammy Z-E. Sammy Z-E donates a bolt of Floyd | cloth to you. Floyd | Floyd | Corinne Q passes a souvenir anchor to Bruce K. Bruce K gives a souvenir Floyd | clock to Corinne Q. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give bolt of cloth to corinne" | ||||
Floyd | You give the bolt of cloth to Corinne Q. Corinne Q gives a plastic Floyd | sword to you. Floyd | Floyd | Bruce K gifts a plastic shield to Sammy Z-E. Sammy Z-E hands a plastic Floyd | card to Bruce K. Floyd | Floyd | Sammy Z-E gifts a plastic shield to Bruce K. Bruce K forks over a Floyd | plastic card to Sammy Z-E. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "What set are we going for?" | |||
| DavidW says, "Squares, I suppose" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bruce" | ||||
Floyd | Bruce K is identified by an extremely generic "HELLO MY NAME IS" name Floyd | tag. He looks to be in his fifties. He stands a little over 6 feet Floyd | tall, but he is stooped over slightly. He is wearing golf clothes and Floyd | out-of-fashion glasses. Bruce K is carrying a plastic shield, a Floyd | souvenir anchor, a souvenir basketball, and a bolt of inspiration. Floyd | Floyd | Corinne Q passes a souvenir clock to Sammy Z-E. Sammy Z-E forks over a Floyd | souvenir clock to Corinne Q. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "I rememeber NB telling me he didn't like it too well either, but had trouble coming up with an idea" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sammy" | ||||
Floyd | Sammy Z-E is identified by an extremely generic "HELLO MY NAME IS" name Floyd | tag. He is probably in his early twenties but looks ten years younger Floyd | than that. Sammy Z-E is carrying a plastic card, a Cubist shape, a Floyd | bolt of lightning, and a small wooden woodchuck. Floyd | Floyd | Bruce K transfers a souvenir basketball to Sammy Z-E. Sammy Z-E gives a Floyd | small wooden woodchuck to Bruce K. Floyd | Floyd | Corinne Q gives a small wooden house to Sammy Z-E. Sammy Z-E presents a Floyd | souvenir basketball to Corinne Q. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We could collect souvenirs, or plastics, or woodens, I guess" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit corinne" | ||||
Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | Corinne Q gives a bolt of cloth to Sammy Z-E. Sammy Z-E transfers a Floyd | plastic card to Corinne Q. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "or bolts" | |||
| Taleslinger says, "It'd say bolts." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "What would?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "But it really doesn't matter." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Err, I'd." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x corinne" | ||||
Floyd | Corinne Q is identified by an extremely generic "HELLO MY NAME IS" name Floyd | tag. She is thirtysomething, stylish and attractive but a little Floyd | nervous-looking. Corinne Q is carrying a plastic card, a souvenir Floyd | basketball, a souvenir clock, and a small wooden fish. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x square" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the black square, the brown square, the gray square, Floyd | or the red square? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bolt" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the bolt of inspiration, the bolt of cloth, or the Floyd | bolt of lightning? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wooden" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the small wooden woodchuck, the small wooden fish, Floyd | or the small wooden house? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x souvenir" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the souvenir anchor, the souvenir basketball, or the Floyd | souvenir clock? Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I guess it can't be squares, for some reason" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x black square" | ||||
Floyd | This looks like another MOMA projectile. Floyd | Floyd | Corinne Q gives a souvenir clock to Bruce K. Bruce K gifts a souvenir Floyd | anchor to Corinne Q. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x brown square" | ||||
Floyd | This looks like another MOMA projectile. Floyd | Floyd | Corinne Q hands a small wooden fish to Bruce K. Bruce K gives a small Floyd | wooden fish to Corinne Q. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give black square to bruce" | ||||
Floyd | You give the black square to Bruce K. Bruce K gives a plastic shield to Floyd | you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Firion has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x plastic" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the plastic card, the plastic shield, or the plastic Floyd | sword? Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax asks, "How close are we?" | |||
| DavidW says, "not at all" | ||||
| Limax says, "Hm" | ||||
| DavidW says, "It's not obvious what the goal is" | ||||
| Limax says, "Let me drive for a moment" | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a plastic shield Floyd | a plastic sword Floyd | a slip of paper Floyd | a brown square Floyd | a gray square Floyd | a red square Floyd | a Mome hat (being worn) Floyd | some gambling tokens Floyd | a decoder ring (being worn) Floyd | a heirloom box (open but empty) Floyd | a treasure map Floyd | an eyepatch Floyd | a skull Floyd | a shred of cloth Floyd | an empty pewter mug Floyd | a glass bottle of rum Floyd | a piece of paper Floyd | a diary Floyd | a glow-jar (providing light) Floyd | your car keys (disgusting) Floyd | a Son of Toil bar Floyd | a Twinkie Floyd | a musket barrel Floyd | your guitar Floyd | an alligator stetson (being worn) Floyd | your panga Floyd | Treasure Huntery Lesson 1 Floyd | Floyd | Corinne Q passes a souvenir basketball to Sammy Z-E. Sammy Z-E presents Floyd | a bolt of lightning to Corinne Q. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "PLEASE" | |||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "x corinne" | ||||
Floyd | Corinne Q is identified by an extremely generic "HELLO MY NAME IS" name Floyd | tag. She is thirtysomething, stylish and attractive but a little Floyd | nervous-looking. Corinne Q is carrying a bolt of lightning, a small Floyd | wooden fish, a souvenir anchor, and a plastic card. Floyd | Floyd | Bruce K forks over a souvenir clock to Sammy Z-E. Sammy Z-E donates a Floyd | Cubist shape to Bruce K. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "(I asked that ages ago)" | |||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "Give brown square to corinne" | ||||
Floyd | You give the brown square to Corinne Q. Corinne Q gives a brown square Floyd | to you. Floyd | Floyd | Bruce K hands a bolt of inspiration to Corinne Q. Corinne Q gives a Floyd | small wooden fish to Bruce K. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "Give brown square to corinne" | ||||
Floyd | You give the brown square to Corinne Q. Corinne Q forks over a plastic Floyd | card to you. Floyd | Floyd | You glow with enlightenment. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "THere we go" | |||
| DavidW says, "ooh" | ||||
| Limax says, "We have all the plastic" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf3" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Now let's get out of here" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Gateway Floyd | This end of the Giving Lounge is bathed in gentle light. A set of Floyd | (literally) pearly gates stands to the west. Floyd | Floyd | You pause to reflect on this for a moment. The fact that the pearly Floyd | gates are underground adds that extra touch of Vegas oddness to the Floyd | scene. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a set of pearly gates and a guardian angel here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | You glow with enlightenment. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "awright" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The angel opens the gates with a smile, and you pass beyond. Could the Floyd | treasure you seek lie beyond? Floyd | Floyd | Vegas Heaven Floyd | The underground Las Vegas version of Heaven is as big as a major city Floyd | railway terminal and brilliantly lit, with a high vault ceiling painted Floyd | sky blue. Vapory, cottoney off-white structures flit about the room, Floyd | blown by a pleasant breeze from discreetly placed and deeply muffled Floyd | fans. It's all spectacularly fake, of course, but with superb Floyd | production values. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a set of pearly gates and a heart-shaped bed here. Floyd | Floyd | And, more to the point, there's someone on the bed. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "Author" | ||||
Floyd | Scene 8, "Heaven is Heart-Shaped Bed", was written by Jacqueline A Floyd | Lott. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax asks, "Hm. Do I know who that is?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x someone" | ||||
Floyd | The woman on the bed is nothing short of a goddess. And it's not just Floyd | the tacky Vegas version of Heaven that's making you think that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bed" | ||||
Floyd | The, um, goddess is lying down on a heart-shaped bed. Maybe it's more Floyd | of a couch. It doesn't seem to have any sheets or anything... it seems Floyd | to be upholstered in white fur. Looks soft, though. Floyd | Floyd | The couch, I mean. Floyd | Floyd | Well, the goddess too. Floyd | Floyd | I mean, she's not fat or anything. Just soft. You know, her skin. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the empty pewter mug. Floyd | Floyd | > | Firion asks, "Question: Is it good to expand my knowledge of various IF games before I start playing in ClubFloyd?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "goddess, hi" | ||||
Floyd | There is no reply. Floyd | Floyd | Curb vomits from excitement, his ribcage convulsing. He laps up the Floyd | result hurriedly, before you steal his prize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask goddess about goddess" | ||||
Floyd | She just smiles at you seductively. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scratches his ear. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask goddess about treasure" | ||||
Floyd | She giggles a little, but doesn't say a word. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the red square. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask goddess about vegas" | ||||
Floyd | She raises an eyebrow, but remains silent. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under bed" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the musket barrel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask goddess about curb" | ||||
Floyd | She giggles a little, but doesn't say a word. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scratches his ear. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "I don't know how to answer that" | |||
| inky says, "no" | ||||
| Limax says, "IF Whispers is always quite fiddly" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give tokens to goddess" | ||||
Floyd | The Goddess doesn't seem interested. Floyd | Floyd | Curb skitters about. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give twinkie to goddess" | ||||
Floyd | The Goddess doesn't seem interested. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bed" | ||||
Floyd | You advance toward her, but she shakes her head. "I don't think so, Floyd | lover. I'm not quite that easy... I'm a goddess, after all." Floyd | Floyd | Curb scratches at the ground with his forepaws. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I had stepped away. I see you are now in my section. Oh my." | |||
| inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "kiss goddess" | ||||
Floyd | You walk toward her, but she raises a hand to stop you. "Sorry, my Floyd | darling. I'm not quite that easy... I'm a goddess, after all." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pray" | ||||
Floyd | You prostrate yourself before the goddess. Floyd | Floyd | She lowers her gaze. "Welcome to Heaven, you fiendish thing. Come here, Floyd | lover." Floyd | Floyd | Curb chases his tail, squealing frustration. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bed" | ||||
Floyd | You walk toward her, and she welcomes you with open arms. She smiles as Floyd | you climb up into the big, white, furry couch. Floyd | Floyd | Just one kiss, and the world seems to dissolve around you... Floyd | Floyd | Afterbliss | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "kiss her" | ||||
Floyd | Oh, now you've done it. Or at least, you presume that you've done it, Floyd | since you don't really remember anything after that first kiss. You're Floyd | all alone on your conjugal couch. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You can't see "her" (the Goddess) at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Afterbliss Floyd | Oh, now you've done it. Or at least, you presume that you've done it, Floyd | since you don't really remember anything after that first kiss. You're Floyd | all alone on your conjugal couch. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | Curb writhes about on his back, kicking his hind legs. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "Best apropos Curb line." | |||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "Author" | ||||
Floyd | Scene 9, "Hell Hath No Fury", was written by Brian Rapp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand" | ||||
Floyd | The floor opens up beneath you, and you fall for an exceedingly great Floyd | distance... Floyd | Floyd | Hell Floyd | Cut off from everything good in the universe, your sensations are Floyd | limited to pain, frustration, and ennui. You are immersed in an endless Floyd | sea of fire, which certainly doesn't help matters. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a devil, a helicopter, and a red gear here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x gear" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the red gear. Floyd | Floyd | Goodness gracious me. What sort of thing just appeared in your hands? Floyd | Some sort of box? | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x devil" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | The banality of evil is personified by this loathsome fellow, who Floyd | doesn't project fear so much as an intense longing to be anywhere other Floyd | than in his presence. Floyd | Floyd | The devil looks in your direction and says "Cerberus! Where have you Floyd | been?" He then seizes Curb by the neck and drags him away, continuing | Jacqueline says, "Also, there were a couple of options back there. Possibly should have saved." | |||
Floyd | to abuse the animal for abandoning his duty. You are unable to care Floyd | about this turn of events, but notice that the devil has lost his Floyd | helmet during the struggle. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I have no idea if the two roads come back together or not. I reckon they must." | |||
| Limax says, "DavidW saved right after we glowed with enlightenment" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take helmet, gear" | ||||
Floyd | helmet: The imp on your left shoulder warns you: "Thou shalt not Floyd | steal." On your right shoulder, G. K. Chesterton replies: "Thieves Floyd | respect property. They merely wish the property to become their Floyd | property that they may more perfectly respect it." You hadn't noticed Floyd | either of these apparitions before this moment, but find yourself Floyd | leaning in the direction of the latter. You pick up the horned helmet. Floyd | red gear: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "So that's pretty close" | |||
| Limax says, "They do" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to jacq), "Well done." | ||||
| Limax says, "Ferret 'cheated' there. :)" | ||||
| Limax says, "If you go to heaven, you fall to hell" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x helicopter" | ||||
Floyd | This helicopter is a magical shade of black that casts neither Floyd | reflections nor shadows. It is almost entirely featureless, inside and Floyd | out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gear" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the red gear. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear helmet" | ||||
Floyd | It suddenly becomes difficult to think. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "think" | ||||
Floyd | Unbearably hellish music overwhelms your thoughts. You struggle Floyd | mightily to think about something else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove helmet" | ||||
Floyd | You take off the helmet. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Third hat, btw" | |||
| Limax exclaims, "Woo!" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hell Floyd | Cut off from everything good in the universe, your sensations are Floyd | limited to pain, frustration, and ennui. You are immersed in an endless Floyd | sea of fire, which certainly doesn't help matters. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a helicopter here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x fire" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter helicopter" | ||||
Floyd | You get into the helicopter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pray" | ||||
Floyd | You mumble a prayer from your childhood: Floyd | Floyd | I see the moon, and the moon sees me. Floyd | God bless the moon and God bless me. Floyd | Floyd | It's a pretty selfish prayer, when you think about it. I mean, the moon Floyd | is covered, but I guess you really don't care about anything or anyone Floyd | else, do you? Floyd | Floyd | I swear... you belong in Vegas. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x helicopter" | ||||
Floyd | You search in vain for any kind of control mechanism. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear helmet" | ||||
Floyd | It suddenly becomes difficult to think. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | The helicopter has no obvious controls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think" | ||||
Floyd | The helicopter hovers amidst the flames and describes a very slow Floyd | spiral in the air, as if it were searching for something. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think" | ||||
Floyd | The helicopter hovers amidst the flames and describes a very slow Floyd | spiral in the air, as if it were searching for something. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The helicopter has no obvious controls. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think u" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to think. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think up" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to think. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think look" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to think. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think" | ||||
Floyd | The helicopter hovers amidst the flames and describes a very slow Floyd | spiral in the air, as if it were searching for something. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "find curb" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about curb" | ||||
Floyd | That won't do. You want to be thinking of something smaller, something Floyd | you can take with you wherever you may go. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about hope" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about life" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about loss" | ||||
Floyd | Yes, loss... You've lost something of value, and you need to think on Floyd | it more fully. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about treasure" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about love" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about mother" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about home" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about goddess" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about map" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "any ideas?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a red gear Floyd | a G. K. Chesterton on your right shoulder Floyd | an imp on your left shoulder Floyd | a helmet (being worn) Floyd | a Nox box (closed) Floyd | an accordion Floyd | a plastic card Floyd | a plastic shield Floyd | a plastic sword Floyd | a slip of paper Floyd | a gray square Floyd | a red square Floyd | a Mome hat (being worn) Floyd | some gambling tokens Floyd | a decoder ring (being worn) Floyd | a heirloom box (open but empty) Floyd | a treasure map Floyd | an eyepatch Floyd | a skull Floyd | a shred of cloth Floyd | an empty pewter mug Floyd | a glass bottle of rum Floyd | a piece of paper Floyd | a diary Floyd | a glow-jar (providing light) Floyd | your car keys (disgusting) Floyd | a Son of Toil bar Floyd | a Twinkie Floyd | a musket barrel Floyd | an alligator stetson (being worn) Floyd | your panga Floyd | Treasure Huntery Lesson 1 Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x imp" | ||||
Floyd | As if suddenly embarrassed by your attention, both figments disappear Floyd | without a sound. You straighten your shoulders with a certain sense of Floyd | relief, and appreciate the opportunity to do so. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think" | ||||
Floyd | The helicopter hovers amidst the flames and describes a very slow Floyd | spiral in the air, as if it were searching for something. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about gear" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gear" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the red gear. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about imp" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x imp" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hell (in the helicopter) Floyd | Cut off from everything good in the universe, your sensations are Floyd | limited to pain, frustration, and ennui. You are immersed in an endless Floyd | sea of fire, which certainly doesn't help matters. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x nox box" | ||||
Floyd | The box is square, solid black, and inlaid with strands of silver that Floyd | makes an unusual and almost hypnotic pattern on all six sides. It's Floyd | just about the size of the old Christmas presents you used to shake as Floyd | a kid to guess their contents. Floyd | Floyd | The Nox Box makes a slight humming noise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "Put gear in box" | ||||
Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | The Nox box is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open nox box" | ||||
Floyd | You open the Nox box, revealing a gear slot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put gear in it" | ||||
Floyd | (the red gear in the Nox box) Floyd | You put the red gear into the gear slot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "author" | ||||
Floyd | Scene 9, "Hell Hath No Fury", was written by Brian Rapp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think" | ||||
Floyd | The helicopter hovers amidst the flames and describes a very slow Floyd | spiral in the air, as if it were searching for something. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x nox" | ||||
Floyd | The box is square, solid black, and inlaid with strands of silver that Floyd | makes an unusual and almost hypnotic pattern on all six sides. It's Floyd | just about the size of the old Christmas presents you used to shake as Floyd | a kid to guess their contents. Floyd | Floyd | The Nox Box makes a slight humming noise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "THink about home" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shake box" | ||||
Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | An alarming rattling sound comes from within the gear slot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a helmet (being worn) Floyd | a Nox box (open) Floyd | a gear slot Floyd | a red gear Floyd | an accordion Floyd | a plastic card Floyd | a plastic shield Floyd | a plastic sword Floyd | a slip of paper Floyd | a gray square Floyd | a red square Floyd | a Mome hat (being worn) Floyd | some gambling tokens Floyd | a decoder ring (being worn) Floyd | a heirloom box (open but empty) Floyd | a treasure map Floyd | an eyepatch Floyd | a skull Floyd | a shred of cloth Floyd | an empty pewter mug Floyd | a glass bottle of rum Floyd | a piece of paper Floyd | a diary Floyd | a glow-jar (providing light) Floyd | your car keys (disgusting) Floyd | a Son of Toil bar Floyd | a Twinkie Floyd | a musket barrel Floyd | an alligator stetson (being worn) Floyd | your panga Floyd | Treasure Huntery Lesson 1 Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close box" | ||||
Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | You close the Nox box. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x box" | ||||
Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | The box is square, solid black, and inlaid with strands of silver that Floyd | makes an unusual and almost hypnotic pattern on all six sides. It's Floyd | just about the size of the old Christmas presents you used to shake as Floyd | a kid to guess their contents. Floyd | Floyd | The Nox Box makes a slight humming noise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shake box" | ||||
Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | As the box shakes, you get a vague impression of a house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "shake box" | ||||
Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | As the box shakes, you get a vague impression of a house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about house" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "Think about house" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pattern" | ||||
Floyd | The pattern, although still confusingly complex, gives you the vague Floyd | impression of a house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about home" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Darn" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about key" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "think about vegas" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "think about bed" | ||||
Floyd | Your thoughts instead turn to feelings of loss... Poignant loss... Loss Floyd | of something tangible and true. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a helmet (being worn) Floyd | a Nox box (closed) Floyd | an accordion Floyd | a plastic card Floyd | a plastic shield Floyd | a plastic sword Floyd | a slip of paper Floyd | a gray square Floyd | a red square Floyd | a Mome hat (being worn) Floyd | some gambling tokens Floyd | a decoder ring (being worn) Floyd | a heirloom box (open but empty) Floyd | a treasure map Floyd | an eyepatch Floyd | a skull Floyd | a shred of cloth Floyd | an empty pewter mug Floyd | a glass bottle of rum Floyd | a piece of paper Floyd | a diary Floyd | a glow-jar (providing light) Floyd | your car keys (disgusting) Floyd | a Son of Toil bar Floyd | a Twinkie Floyd | a musket barrel Floyd | an alligator stetson (being worn) Floyd | your panga Floyd | Treasure Huntery Lesson 1 Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "think about dog" | ||||
Floyd | That won't do. You want to be thinking of something smaller, something Floyd | you can take with you wherever you may go. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x accordion" | ||||
Floyd | Black as night, black as coal. You wouldn't mind at all the prospect of Floyd | seeing it blotted out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play it" | ||||
Floyd | Your rendition of "Chariots of Fire" is far more depressing than it has Floyd | any right to be. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about guitar" | ||||
Floyd | The helicopter whirs with newfound energy, and whisks you away at what Floyd | can only be described as the speed of thought. Flames and darkness and Floyd | loss all evaporate in a hurricane of recovered emotion... Floyd | Floyd | Blinding White Background Floyd | A nothingness full of whiteness surrounds you. The only way out is not Floyd | to leave. Disconcertingly, one of your possessions is making a faint Floyd | buzzing sound. Floyd | Floyd | You can see your guitar here. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ya!" | |||
| Limax says, "That was hard" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "play guitar" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the guitar) Floyd | You play a few notes of "Greensleeves." Contrary to IF convention, you Floyd | actually play quite well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x nox" | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "author" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x box" | ||||
Floyd | The box is square, solid black, and inlaid with strands of silver that Floyd | makes an unusual and almost hypnotic pattern on all six sides. It's Floyd | just about the size of the old Christmas presents you used to shake as Floyd | a kid to guess their contents. Floyd | Floyd | The Nox Box makes a noticable buzzing sound. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Scene 10, "Endgame", was written by Mark J Musante. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | The box is square, solid black, and inlaid with strands of silver that Floyd | makes an unusual and almost hypnotic pattern on all six sides. It's Floyd | just about the size of the old Christmas presents you used to shake as Floyd | a kid to guess their contents. Floyd | Floyd | The Nox Box makes a noticable buzzing sound. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Excellent. We're almost done" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pattern" | ||||
Floyd | The pattern, although still confusingly complex, gives you the vague Floyd | impression of a house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen to nox" | ||||
Floyd | The Nox Box makes a noticable buzzing sound. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shake nox" | ||||
Floyd | As the box shakes, you get a vague impression of a house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Blinding White Background Floyd | A nothingness full of whiteness surrounds you. The only way out is not Floyd | to leave. Disconcertingly, one of your possessions is making a faint Floyd | buzzing sound. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "remove helmet" | ||||
Floyd | You take off the helmet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "touch box" | ||||
Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | You feel nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | But you aren't in anything at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x box" | ||||
Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | The box is square, solid black, and inlaid with strands of silver that Floyd | makes an unusual and almost hypnotic pattern on all six sides. It's Floyd | just about the size of the old Christmas presents you used to shake as Floyd | a kid to guess their contents. Floyd | Floyd | The Nox Box makes a noticable buzzing sound. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "don't leave" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open box" | ||||
Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | You open the Nox box, revealing a gear slot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in slot" | ||||
Floyd | In the gear slot is a red gear. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close box" | ||||
Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | You close the Nox box. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "roll box" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x helicopter" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "lick box" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x guitar" | ||||
Floyd | Your faithful rosewood six-string. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Blinding White Background Floyd | A nothingness full of whiteness surrounds you. The only way out is not Floyd | to leave. Disconcertingly, one of your possessions is making a faint Floyd | buzzing sound. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stay" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||
Floyd | The Nox Box makes a noticable buzzing sound. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "x box" | ||||
Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | The box is square, solid black, and inlaid with strands of silver that Floyd | makes an unusual and almost hypnotic pattern on all six sides. It's Floyd | just about the size of the old Christmas presents you used to shake as Floyd | a kid to guess their contents. Floyd | Floyd | The Nox Box makes a noticable buzzing sound. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "don't go" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "push box" | ||||
Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | As it moves, it makes a faint hum through the air, but the humming Floyd | subsides once you stop. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "maybe make the box stop buzzing?" | |||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Blinding White Background Floyd | A nothingness full of whiteness surrounds you. The only way out is not Floyd | to leave. Disconcertingly, one of your possessions is making a faint Floyd | buzzing sound. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "open box" | ||||
Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | You open the Nox box, revealing a gear slot. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "No, the buzzing means it works" | |||
| DavidW says, "I think we need to wear the helmet again" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "close box" | ||||
Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | You close the Nox box. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "push pattern" | ||||
Floyd | It's firmly embedded in the box's surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "wear helmet" | ||||
Floyd | It suddenly becomes difficult to think. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about guitar" | ||||
Floyd | Unbearably hellish music overwhelms your thoughts. You struggle Floyd | mightily to think about something else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "think about house" | ||||
Floyd | Unbearably hellish music overwhelms your thoughts. You struggle Floyd | mightily to think about something else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think" | ||||
Floyd | Unbearably hellish music overwhelms your thoughts. You struggle Floyd | mightily to think about something else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "think about music" | ||||
Floyd | Unbearably hellish music overwhelms your thoughts. You struggle Floyd | mightily to think about something else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about home" | ||||
Floyd | Unbearably hellish music overwhelms your thoughts. You struggle Floyd | mightily to think about something else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about aunt mabel" | ||||
Floyd | Unbearably hellish music overwhelms your thoughts. You struggle Floyd | mightily to think about something else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "play guitar" | ||||
Floyd | You play a few notes of "Chobits ending theme 2". Contrary to IF Floyd | convention, you actually play quite well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search guitar" | ||||
Floyd | The guitar is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "x pattern" | ||||
Floyd | The pattern, although still confusingly complex, gives you the vague Floyd | impression of a house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "think about house" | ||||
Floyd | Unbearably hellish music overwhelms your thoughts. You struggle Floyd | mightily to think about something else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "touch house" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "touch pattern" | ||||
Floyd | A snap of static jumps from the pattern to your fingers, and the world Floyd | collapses around you! Floyd | Floyd | Basement Floyd | This would be pitch-black if it weren't for your glow-jar and a bit of Floyd | light coming in via the window. A rickety staircase leads upwards. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a cupboard (closed) here. Floyd | Floyd | The Nox Box seems to have vanished from your possessions. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "There we go" | |||
| DavidW says, "oh!" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open cupboard" | ||||
Floyd | You open the cupboard, revealing a yellow gear and a blue gear. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take gears" | ||||
Floyd | yellow gear: Taken. Floyd | blue gear: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Let's see... we dont' have the box at the moment" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | With a blink and a flash, you're suddenly somewhere a bit more Floyd | familiar... Floyd | Floyd | Gambling Pit at the Luxor Floyd | You're here in front of a slot machine situated right on top of the X Floyd | in the Luxor's logo. All around you, blinking, screaming electronics Floyd | want to take your money, but your steely resolve remains undeterred. A Floyd | dark passage in front of the slot machine leads down. Floyd | Floyd | Your possessions shift slightly. The Nox Box seems to have returned. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "get box" | ||||
Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open nox" | ||||
Floyd | You open the Nox box, revealing a gear slot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put yellow gear in nox" | ||||
Floyd | You put the yellow gear into the gear slot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put blue gear in nox" | ||||
Floyd | You put the blue gear into the gear slot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close nox" | ||||
Floyd | You close the Nox box. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shake nox" | ||||
Floyd | As the box shakes, you get a vague impression of a field. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch pattern" | ||||
Floyd | A snap of static jumps from the pattern to your fingers, and the world Floyd | collapses around you! Floyd | Floyd | Grassy Field Floyd | A wide open field with a blue sky above. Far off in the distance, Floyd | towards the setting sun, you can see a large, lone tree. Closer by, Floyd | like nearly on top of you, is an enormous trebuchet. Floyd | Floyd | You can see an orange gear here. Floyd | Floyd | The Nox Box has vanished again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take orange gear" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tree" | ||||
Floyd | Far off in the distance, you can just make out a tree poking up over Floyd | the tall grass. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x trebuchet" | ||||
Floyd | The enormity of this enormous trebuchet is enor... is staggering. The Floyd | wheels themselves are easily forty feet in diameter, if not more. The Floyd | top reaches too high to even estimate. The rope is thicker than a tree Floyd | trunk. A really thick tree trunk. The sling is currently empty, and an Floyd | amusingly small lever built into the side looks like it'll set it off. Floyd | Floyd | Far overhead, you hear the buzzing of a plane. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x plane" | ||||
Floyd | You can definitely hear it, but you can't quite see it. Floyd | Floyd | The buzzing becomes louder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The plane is almost directly overhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The plane continues on its way across the sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x rope" | ||||
Floyd | The enormity of this enormous trebuchet is enor... is staggering. The Floyd | wheels themselves are easily forty feet in diameter, if not more. The Floyd | top reaches too high to even estimate. The rope is thicker than a tree Floyd | trunk. A really thick tree trunk. The sling is currently empty, and an Floyd | amusingly small lever built into the side looks like it'll set it off. Floyd | Floyd | The buzzing becomes very faint as the plane flies out of view. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | With a blink and a flash, you're suddenly somewhere a bit more Floyd | familiar... Floyd | Floyd | Trading Post Porch Floyd | A wide porch of wood slats, with the obligatory animal skulls nailed up Floyd | against the wall. South leads back to the road; north takes you inside. Floyd | Floyd | Just outside the shadowed doorway, a parched corpse slumps in a Floyd | rocking-chair. Floyd | Floyd | Your possessions shift slightly. The Nox Box seems to have returned. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open nox" | ||||
Floyd | You open the Nox box, revealing a gear slot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put orange gear in slot" | ||||
Floyd | You put the orange gear into the gear slot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close box" | ||||
Floyd | (the Nox box) Floyd | You close the Nox box. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shake nox" | ||||
Floyd | As the box shakes, you get a vague impression of a tree. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch pattern" | ||||
Floyd | A snap of static jumps from the pattern to your fingers, and the world Floyd | collapses around you! Floyd | Floyd | Under a Tree Floyd | A tree stands majestically in the middle of a great open field. The Floyd | sun, just rising over the horizon, makes the tree's shadow stretch off Floyd | over the grass into the distance. The field continues in all Floyd | directions. Floyd | Floyd | The Nox Box has vanished again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tree" | ||||
Floyd | You're not exactly sure what kind of tree this is as you're not a Floyd | botanist. However, it is tall and sturdy and makes a nice amount of Floyd | shade, and high up in the branches you can just make out a gear of some Floyd | hue or other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb tree" | ||||
Floyd | With a blink and a flash, you're suddenly somewhere a bit more Floyd | familiar... Floyd | Floyd | Stairs Floyd | You've climbed half-way up the stairs. To go any further would be Floyd | foolishly risking your life. Floyd | Floyd | Your possessions shift slightly. The Nox Box seems to have returned. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x nox" | ||||
Floyd | The box is square, solid black, and inlaid with strands of silver that Floyd | makes an unusual and almost hypnotic pattern on all six sides. It's Floyd | just about the size of the old Christmas presents you used to shake as Floyd | a kid to guess their contents. Floyd | Floyd | The Nox Box makes a noticable buzzing sound. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pattern" | ||||
Floyd | The pattern, although still confusingly complex, gives you the vague Floyd | impression of a tree. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shake nox" | ||||
Floyd | As the box shakes, you get a vague impression of an enclosed space. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch nox" | ||||
Floyd | You feel nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch pattern" | ||||
Floyd | A snap of static jumps from the pattern to your fingers, and the world Floyd | collapses around you! Floyd | Floyd | Plane Cabin Floyd | Hunched over in a cramped, lurching, noisy cabin makes your back hurt Floyd | and endangers your hearing. Wires and cables are strung neatly nearly Floyd | everywhere, and pipes prove useful when you need to grab onto Floyd | something. A hatch in the ceiling leads to the deck above you, and a Floyd | door is set into the hull of the plane. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a hull door, a hatch, and a giant silver sphere here. Floyd | Floyd | The Nox Box has vanished again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sphere" | ||||
Floyd | Although the sphere appears to be silver, you can't be certain exactly Floyd | what metal it's made of. The surface of it dances and swirls before Floyd | your eyes, and when you lean close to it, your reflection distorts Floyd | amusingly. At least, you assume your nose isn't that big. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "author" | ||||
Floyd | Scene 10, "Endgame", was written by Mark J Musante. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Alreayd did that. :)" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, sorry. I'm sort of half here and couldn't find it in scrollback." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch" | ||||
Floyd | You open the hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | With a blink and a flash, you're suddenly somewhere a bit more Floyd | familiar... Floyd | Floyd | Central Broadcasting Floyd | This is clearly some kind of command center. An important-looking door Floyd | leads off to the north, while more unassuming ones lead in all other Floyd | cardinal directions. Surely some hint to the treasure must be in this Floyd | secret complex. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a ladder here. Floyd | Floyd | Your possessions shift slightly. The Nox Box seems to have returned. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "No problem. I just like teasing" | |||
| Taleslinger says, "this reminds me of Jigsaw, but on drugs" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I keep forgetting." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch pattern" | ||||
Floyd | A snap of static jumps from the pattern to your fingers, and the world Floyd | collapses around you! Floyd | Floyd | Plane Cabin Floyd | Hunched over in a cramped, lurching, noisy cabin makes your back hurt Floyd | and endangers your hearing. Wires and cables are strung neatly nearly Floyd | everywhere, and pipes prove useful when you need to grab onto Floyd | something. A hatch in the ceiling leads to the deck above you, and a Floyd | door is set into the hull of the plane. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a hull door, a hatch, and a giant silver sphere here. Floyd | Floyd | The Nox Box has vanished again. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax asks, "You mean Graham wasn't?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hull door" | ||||
Floyd | You open the hull door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wires" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "I don't think so." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push sphere" | ||||
Floyd | You roll the sphere out the door! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter hull door" | ||||
Floyd | You leap to your death. And your death takes a while to hit you, mostly Floyd | because it comes in the form of the ground, which was far far below the Floyd | plane. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 90 out of a possible 100, in 413 turns. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Plane Cabin Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch door" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch" | ||||
Floyd | That's already open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | With a blink and a flash, you're suddenly somewhere a bit more Floyd | familiar... Floyd | Floyd | The Saloon porch Floyd | The building is in the state you've expected from a ghost town. Its Floyd | upper floor is completely gone, but the front is still standing, and Floyd | you can barely make out the words Kissing Bandit Saloon in sun-bleached Floyd | red paint. One half of a swinging door leads north, inside. Floyd | Floyd | Your possessions shift slightly. The Nox Box seems to have returned. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "Why did you push the sphere out?" | |||
| DavidW says, "You'll see." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shake nox" | ||||
Floyd | As the box shakes, you get a vague impression of a house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | As the box shakes, you get a vague impression of a field. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger gets it. "aha | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch pattern" | ||||
Floyd | A snap of static jumps from the pattern to your fingers, and the world Floyd | collapses around you! Floyd | Floyd | Grassy Field Floyd | A wide open field with a blue sky above. Far off in the distance, Floyd | towards the setting sun, you can see a large, lone tree. Closer by, Floyd | like nearly on top of you, is an enormous trebuchet. Floyd | Floyd | The Nox Box has vanished again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x trebuchet" | ||||
Floyd | The enormity of this enormous trebuchet is enor... is staggering. The Floyd | wheels themselves are easily forty feet in diameter, if not more. The Floyd | top reaches too high to even estimate. The rope is thicker than a tree Floyd | trunk. A really thick tree trunk. The sling is currently empty, and an Floyd | amusingly small lever built into the side looks like it'll set it off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | Far overhead, you hear the buzzing of a plane. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The buzzing becomes louder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The plane is almost directly overhead. Floyd | A glint of light shines briefly below the plane. You squint but can't Floyd | make it out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The plane continues on its way across the sky. Floyd | The glint of light becomes brighter, and a rushing, crackly, whooshing Floyd | sound is coming from it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The buzzing becomes very faint as the plane flies out of view. Floyd | The glint of light rushes towards the ground at a fantastic rate. It Floyd | thuds into the earth, throwing up rocks and dirt in an amazing display. Floyd | Still more amazingly, it bounces up into the air and with a neat Floyd | "plop", lands gently onto the trebuchet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull lever" | ||||
Floyd | Slowly at first, and then with increasing speed, the trebuchet pulls Floyd | the loaded sling underneath and then the sling swings free. It flies Floyd | far out into the distance and curves upwards in an arc that seems slow Floyd | only because of the distance involved. At the top of the swing, almost Floyd | up into the clouds, you see a flash of light as the sphere is thrown Floyd | clear of the sling. It flies high into the air and you wait and wait as Floyd | it comes down almost at the horizon. And right into the large lone tree Floyd | in the distance. The tree shudders once and is still. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Yay trebuchet" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | With a blink and a flash, you're suddenly somewhere a bit more Floyd | familiar... Floyd | Floyd | In the saloon Floyd | This room is much smaller than what the movies tell you. A stairway Floyd | leads up to a gallery, though most of the roof and the upper floor is Floyd | missing. A few chairs and tables gather dust, accompanied by a lone Floyd | piano in a corner. Floyd | A counter is near the back wall. Floyd | An impressive chandelier dangles from the remains of the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | Curb has dug a hole into the ground here. Floyd | Floyd | Behind the counter is a shelf lined with a row of casks. Floyd | Floyd | Your possessions shift slightly. The Nox Box seems to have returned. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shake nox" | ||||
Floyd | As the box shakes, you get a vague impression of a tree. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch pattern" | ||||
Floyd | A snap of static jumps from the pattern to your fingers, and the world Floyd | collapses around you! Floyd | Floyd | Under a Tree Floyd | A tree stands majestically in the middle of a great open field. The Floyd | sun, just rising over the horizon, makes the tree's shadow stretch off Floyd | over the grass into the distance. The field continues in all Floyd | directions. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a giant silver sphere and an indigo gear here. Floyd | Floyd | The Nox Box has vanished again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take indigo" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sphere" | ||||
Floyd | Although the sphere appears to be silver, you can't be certain exactly Floyd | what metal it's made of. The surface of it dances and swirls before Floyd | your eyes, and when you lean close to it, your reflection distorts Floyd | amusingly. At least, you assume your nose isn't that big. Despite the Floyd | fact that it took quite a journey since you saw it last, it appears Floyd | completely unharmed, with not a scratch to be seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tree" | ||||
Floyd | You're not exactly sure what kind of tree this is as you're not a Floyd | botanist. However, it is tall and sturdy and makes a nice amount of Floyd | shade, although many of the branches are splintered and broken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | With a blink and a flash, you're suddenly somewhere a bit more Floyd | familiar... Floyd | Floyd | Gateway Floyd | This end of the Giving Lounge is bathed in gentle light. A set of Floyd | (literally) pearly gates stands to the west. Floyd | Floyd | You pause to reflect on this for a moment. The fact that the pearly Floyd | gates are underground adds that extra touch of Vegas oddness to the Floyd | scene. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a set of pearly gates and a guardian angel here. Floyd | Floyd | Your possessions shift slightly. The Nox Box seems to have returned. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open nox" | ||||
Floyd | You open the Nox box, revealing a gear slot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put indigo in nox" | ||||
Floyd | You put the indigo gear into the gear slot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close nox" | ||||
Floyd | You close the Nox box. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shake nox" | ||||
Floyd | As the box shakes, you get a vague impression of an enclosed space. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | As the box shakes, you get a vague impression of a beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch pattern" | ||||
Floyd | A snap of static jumps from the pattern to your fingers, and the world Floyd | collapses around you! Floyd | Floyd | Beach Floyd | A picturesque beach at sunset. Clich?, but extremely pleasant. The sun Floyd | glints over the waters as the waves crash gently on the shore. The Floyd | beach is secluded, with cliffs all around you. At last, you can relax. Floyd | It seems like forever ago when you started in By Your Car and your odd Floyd | and surreal journey began. But now it's over, and you've found a place Floyd | to rest. All it needs is a bit of music to be complete. Floyd | Floyd | The Nox Box has vanished again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play guitar" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "play guitar" | ||||
Floyd | You sit down in a comfortable spot, expertly tune your guitar, and play Floyd | music to match the peaceful beauty of your surroundings. Your fingers Floyd | fly over the guitar strings with the effortless ease of one who has Floyd | mastered the instrument, and you close your eyes, breathing a sigh of Floyd | completion. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have won *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 100 out of a possible 100, in 439 turns. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd | > Floyd | Please give one of the answers above. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ta da!" | |||
| DavidW says, "That nox box is swellrific." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to dw), "Wow, man." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "That was sorta crazy." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well done." | ||||
| Limax says, "YEah... I liked the nox box" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Spellbreaker has a vaguely similar box that changes pattern based on what's in it." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "the plane puzzle is great" | ||||
| Limax says, "But there you have to cast a spell thast doesn't always work" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | Please give one of the answers above. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "3" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Restore failed. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf3" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Giving Lounge Floyd | You are in a brightly-lit pillared underground chamber, with purple Floyd | shag carpeting and a group of very generous people. A back office lies Floyd | to the east, while the west end of the lounge gives off a gentle glow. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see Bruce K, Corinne Q, and Sammy Z-E here. Floyd | Floyd | Corinne Q passes a brown square to Sammy Z-E. Sammy Z-E gifts a small Floyd | wooden house to Corinne Q. Floyd | Floyd | You glow with enlightenment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "You want to revisit the goddess?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Gateway Floyd | This end of the Giving Lounge is bathed in gentle light. A set of Floyd | (literally) pearly gates stands to the west. Floyd | Floyd | You pause to reflect on this for a moment. The fact that the pearly Floyd | gates are underground adds that extra touch of Vegas oddness to the Floyd | scene. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a set of pearly gates and a guardian angel here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | You glow with enlightenment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The angel opens the gates with a smile, and you pass beyond. Could the Floyd | treasure you seek lie beyond? Floyd | Floyd | Vegas Heaven Floyd | The underground Las Vegas version of Heaven is as big as a major city Floyd | railway terminal and brilliantly lit, with a high vault ceiling painted Floyd | sky blue. Vapory, cottoney off-white structures flit about the room, Floyd | blown by a pleasant breeze from discreetly placed and deeply muffled Floyd | fans. It's all spectacularly fake, of course, but with superb Floyd | production values. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a set of pearly gates and a heart-shaped bed here. Floyd | Floyd | And, more to the point, there's someone on the bed. Floyd | Floyd | Curb scampers after you. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "blaspheme" | ||||
Floyd | "What do you think you are?" you ask. "Some kind of hot and holy little Floyd | sex muffin? I'll have you know that I possess strong moral fiber, and Floyd | will not succumb to your feminine wiles!" Floyd | Floyd | Her eyes open wide and fill with rage. "Oh, you won't, will you?" Floyd | Floyd | You catch a brief glimpse of her cleavage. "Um..." Must. Look. In. Floyd | Her. Eyes... "No. No, I won't!" Floyd | Floyd | "You're perfectly sure?" She crawls toward you a little bit more. Floyd | "Absolutely certain?" Floyd | Floyd | Gosh, I dunno. Are you sure? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "no" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | You give it some thought. Real thought, this time, not just impulse... Floyd | Floyd | And you realize that maybe the Vegas lifestyle isn't so bad. Not Floyd | really. Floyd | Floyd | Looks like it might be fun, actually, to climb up onto the fuzzy white Floyd | bed and... Floyd | Floyd | ...and what? Gosh. You're not sure. You think about that, too... Floyd | Floyd | And you decide that you'll do pretty much whatever she wants you to do. Floyd | "What the hell?" you say. "Why not?" She smiles as you climb up into Floyd | the big, white, furry couch and snuggle up beside her. Floyd | Floyd | Just one kiss, and the world seems to dissolve around you... Floyd | Floyd | Afterbliss Floyd | Oh, now you've done it. Or at least, you presume that you've done it, Floyd | since you don't really remember anything after that first kiss. You're Floyd | all alone on your conjugal couch. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the Twinkie and makes a famished whine. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Afterbliss Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | | Limax says, "Yeah, I thought I forgot to include that" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Vegas Heaven Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "blaspheme" | ||||
Floyd | "What do you think you are?" you ask. "Some kind of hot and holy little Floyd | sex muffin? I'll have you know that I possess strong moral fiber, and Floyd | will not succumb to your feminine wiles!" Floyd | Floyd | Her eyes open wide and fill with rage. "Oh, you won't, will you?" Floyd | Floyd | You catch a brief glimpse of her cleavage. "Um..." Must. Look. In. Floyd | Her. Eyes... "No. No, I won't!" Floyd | Floyd | "You're perfectly sure?" She crawls toward you a little bit more. Floyd | "Absolutely certain?" Floyd | Floyd | Gosh, I dunno. Are you sure? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | You gather all of your strength and cry out, "YES!" Floyd | Floyd | "Hm. Very well, then. Goodbye!" And with that, the floor opens up Floyd | beneath you, and you faaaallll... Floyd | Floyd | Hell Floyd | Cut off from everything good in the universe, your sensations are Floyd | limited to pain, frustration, and ennui. You are immersed in an endless Floyd | sea of fire, which certainly doesn't help matters. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a devil, a helicopter, and a red gear here. Floyd | Floyd | Curb chases his tail, squealing frustration. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Just wanted to share." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Carry on." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | | DavidW says, "I'd never guess 'blaspheme' in a hundred years. That's so nonstandard a verb." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "You have to undo twice." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Vegas Heaven Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "pet goddess" | ||||
Floyd | You stride toward her, but she shakes her head. "I'm afraid not, my Floyd | darling. I'm not quite that easy... I'm a goddess, after all." Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yeah, I can't remember what else works. Cursing might, maybe." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "curse" | ||||
Floyd | "What do you think you are?" you ask. "Some kind of hot and holy little Floyd | sex muffin? I'll have you know that I possess strong moral fiber, and Floyd | will not succumb to your feminine wiles!" Floyd | Floyd | Her eyes open wide and fill with rage. "Oh, you won't, will you?" Floyd | Floyd | You catch a brief glimpse of her cleavage. "Um..." Must. Look. In. Floyd | Her. Eyes... "No. No, I won't!" Floyd | Floyd | "You're perfectly sure?" She crawls toward you a little bit more. Floyd | "Absolutely certain?" Floyd | Floyd | Gosh, I dunno. Are you sure? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "no" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | You give it some thought. Real thought, this time, not just impulse... Floyd | Floyd | And you realize that maybe the Vegas lifestyle isn't so bad. Not Floyd | really. Floyd | Floyd | Looks like it might be fun, actually, to climb up onto the fuzzy white Floyd | bed and... Floyd | Floyd | ...and what? Gosh. You're not sure. You think about that, too... Floyd | Floyd | And you decide that you'll do pretty much whatever she wants you to do. Floyd | "What the hell?" you say. "Why not?" She smiles as you climb up into Floyd | the big, white, furry couch and snuggle up beside her. Floyd | Floyd | Just one kiss, and the world seems to dissolve around you... Floyd | Floyd | Afterbliss Floyd | Oh, now you've done it. Or at least, you presume that you've done it, Floyd | since you don't really remember anything after that first kiss. You're Floyd | all alone on your conjugal couch. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | Curb peers curiously at the panga. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I think it's hinted at, but can't recall. Been so long since I wrote it." | |||
| Taleslinger says, "panga is such a strange word" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "give hat to goddess" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the Mome hat, or the alligator stetson? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "stetson" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "give mome hat to goddess" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a plastic card Floyd | a plastic shield Floyd | a plastic sword Floyd | a slip of paper Floyd | a gray square Floyd | a red square Floyd | a Mome hat (being worn) Floyd | some gambling tokens Floyd | a decoder ring (being worn) Floyd | a heirloom box (open but empty) Floyd | a treasure map Floyd | an eyepatch Floyd | a skull Floyd | a shred of cloth Floyd | an empty pewter mug Floyd | a glass bottle of rum Floyd | a piece of paper Floyd | a diary Floyd | a glow-jar (providing light) Floyd | your car keys (disgusting) Floyd | a Son of Toil bar Floyd | a Twinkie Floyd | a musket barrel Floyd | your guitar Floyd | an alligator stetson (being worn) Floyd | your panga Floyd | Treasure Huntery Lesson 1 Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x goddess" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Afterbliss Floyd | Oh, now you've done it. Or at least, you presume that you've done it, Floyd | since you don't really remember anything after that first kiss. You're Floyd | all alone on your conjugal couch. Floyd | Floyd | Curb detracts from the scenic value of the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | Curb skitters about. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Afterbliss Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Afterbliss Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "hm, anything important we missed?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "So... timing. Was just going to ask if we were done or going back for other things." | ||||
| Limax says, "I don't know if we did" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I can't think of anything significant that was missed. Maybe some songs on the guitar." | ||||
| Limax says, "That might be about it" | ||||
| Limax says, "But that could take forever to make sure we played all the songs" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh. Ture." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "er, true." | ||||
| Limax says, "I didn't see the typo" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Mmkay. I'll process the transcript, then." | ||||
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