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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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