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ClubFloyd Transcript:
IntroComp09 by Various Authors
As played on ifMUD on September 19, 2009

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

Below is a transcript of IntroComp09. The transcript includes the (very short) awards ceremony that was held on ifMUD to announce the competition's winners, plus ClubFloyd transcripts of the three entries. You can learn more about the competition by visiting the IntroComp page on AllThingsJacq.com.

NOTE: Due to the unique nature of this transcript, I opted to leave in a couple of other channels that are normally omitted: Peanut-Gallery and CFSpoilers. The script used to process transcripts isn't programmed to look for these channels, so they've been integrated with the normally chat-free room text. I'm open to feedback on this, but do not at this time plan to include such extra discussion in the future.

If you'd like to skip to a particular point in this transcript, here are some helpful links:

     Awards Ceremony
     Gossip, by Hugo Labrande
     Obituary, by Drew and Johnny
     Selves, by J'onn Roger

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


	ToyShop & Floyditorium		#ClubFloyd Discussion




	Massive Auditorium
	"WELCOME TO THE 2009 INTROC..." reads the banner hanging over the stage (literally hanging, as it's only been nailed on one side). Seats are partly arranged on the floor in front of the stage, while waiters have been drafted to wander around with trays, but not actually provided with any hors d'oeuvre to serve. A collection of invitations to the ceremony is stacked neatly in a corner; they seem to have been printed but not mailed.

	You can see: READ THIS PLEASE, xyzzy drinking game, a chalkboard listing the XYZZY Award winners
	Players: PerrySimm, Gerynar, mulehollandaise, maga, ParserGirl
	Visible Exits: west
	Emily arrives from the west.
	maga says, "or south and then east"
	DavidW arrives from the west.
	maga says, "apologies, we're kind of operating on a wing, a prayer and a bear-menaced tourist here"
	djfletch arrives from the west.
	DrewMochak arrives from the west.
	DavidW says, "hm. The banner seems... incomplete. Almost like an intro to a banner."
	K-Y arrives from the west.
	Gerynar looks around for a seat
	DrewMochak offers a hudnred dollars to anyone who can complete it in a month
	Nitku arrives from the west.
	olethros arrives from the west.
	olethros says, "sorry I seem to have lost my invitation"
	Gerynar asks, "We need invitations?"
	Gerynar looks for a place to hide
	olethros says, "of course!"
	minghua arrives from the west.
	Gerynar runs over to the table and grabs an invitation from the top.
	mulehollandaise finds the command emote. Yay!
	Gerynar says, "I've got one now."
	maga says, "Okay, let's get this show on the road."
	maga says, "Jacqueline can't be here today, so she asked me to take over."
	olethros says, "a coup!"
	maga says, "Where by 'take over' she meant 'talk for five minutes and then shoo everybody off to ClubFloyd'."
	olethros says, "exile!"
	maga says, "Speaking of which, after the ceremony we'll be playing all three entries here on the MUD, should anybody want to come along."
	maga says, "So, well, welcome to the Introcomp '09 awards! We may lack the glamorous cast than the XYZZYs or the delicious guilty feeling of the Erins, but we do have, um..."
	[peanut-gallery] * minghua has joined the channel.
	maga exclaims, "Okay, on to the winners!"
	DavidW says, "ha ha."
	DavidW claps
	maga says, "There were only three entries this year, so everyone gets a prize. Assuming, of course, that they finish, test and release their entry before this time next year."
	maga says, "As usual, creative interpretations of 'finished, tested and released' will receive their prize money in used Canadian currency, wrapped around a decomposing salmon."
	Marvin arrives from the west.
	[peanut-gallery] olethros says, "if salmon is dead, it's decomposing"
	maga says, "So. Third place goes to a game that struck me as an attempt to do IF as murder ballad."
	[peanut-gallery] Gerynar contemplates entering next year, winning, and not finishing just to see if he'd really get a rotton salmon
	maga says, "Selves, by J'onn Roger."
	djfletch applauds
	Gerynar claps
	DavidW claps
	mulehollandaise applauds
	Emily claps
	ParserGirl applauds.
	[peanut-gallery] DavidW says, "I should write reviews of the IntroComp games. (Of course, I should do a lot of things.)"
	[peanut-gallery] Emily says, "they didn't get terribly many, so another set would be great to see"
	maga says, "First and second places were divided only by one-tenth of a point. One vote could have swung it."
	DavidW says, "wow"
	Emily says, "gosh"
	[peanut-gallery] maga says, "I wrote some but then I got jumped for this"
	maga says, "So you're all equally to blame."
	[peanut-gallery] Emily says, "I'm curious to see what you wrote"		djfletch asks, "so, is it too late to vote?"
	DavidW gulps
	mulehollandaise gulps too
	maga says, "I'd say that you're both very special and should both get first place, except that this is IntroCOMP, not IntroGroupHug."
	DavidW says, "awwwww"
	maga says, "(that's next Wednesday)"
	DavidW says, "ha ha"
	[peanut-gallery] Emily says, "introgrouphug only has one huggable NPC implemented yet anyway"
	Marvin buggers off.
	maga says, "Second place goes to a game about picking out a nice dress in which to frolic in the gutter."
	[peanut-gallery] DavidW says, "'hug' is a verb underused in IF."
	maga exclaims, "Gossip, by Hugo Labrande!"
	Emily claps
	olethros says, "hehehe (belatedly)"
	Gerynar claps
	olethros says, "hooray"
	DavidW claps!
	djfletch frolics
	mulehollandaise says, ""thank you !""
	DrewMochak chooses from a colection of mostly ornamental elvish swords
	[peanut-gallery] olethros \| > embrace death
	DrewMochak exclaims, "A duel, then!"
	mulehollandaise says, "one-tenth ? aww, it's a shame, really..."
	[peanut-gallery] djfletch says, "Keep your mind on the game."
	maga says, "Which means that this year's winner is a story on a timeless theme: a girl, a gun, an undead menace."
	maga exclaims, "Congratulations to Obituary, by Drew and Johnny!"
	DrewMochak claps for self!		Touchy asks, "huh?"
	DavidW says, "yay!"
	djfletch cheers
	Emily claps
	mulehollandaise claps
	Gerynar says, "Congradulations"
	minghua applauds
	mulehollandaise says "congratulations!"		Touchy says, "Well, I can't be here today, neither for Floyding nor for the awards. Pity."
			Gerynar says, "The awards just finished."
			DavidW says (to Touchy), "uh, you just missed the awards. Like, now."
	maga says, "If you'd like to say a few words..."
	DrewMochak says, "I'd like to thank the academy, pluralism, and all the little peopel I stepped on to get to this point"
	DrewMochak has already said too much...
	maga says, "yes yes, very good, sit down"
	DavidW says, "ha ha"
	DrewMochak says, "And, um, I'm sorry I wasn't clapping for the other folks' games, which were likely just as worthy as mine. I was jsut multitasking"
	DrewMochak silences rebelleous whispers from the corners of the autitorium with his Steelie Gaze. (TM)
	Gerynar stops whispering
	theclam arrives from the west.
	maga says, "Thanks to everybody who voted, took part or helped Jacqueline wrangle escaped votes."
	DrewMochak exclaims, "Seriously, I'm glad y'all liked the game enough to make it first, it was very long in teh making and I hope my memory will do the rest of the game justice!"
	maga says, "And thanks to Jacqueline, who does this every year however overworked she is."
	DavidW cheers the organizers and the bear-chased tourist.
	djfletch claps
	DrewMochak cheers for the fellow Alaska native!
	Gerynar claps
	ParserGirl says, "Hooray!"
	DrewMochak casually places his sword back in the display case since he got first, looking shamefaced and trying not to be noticed
	mulehollandaise goes home.
	maga says, "If you'd like to join us for a post-ceremony ClubFloyd, playing all three entries, type 'toyshop' to join us."
	Gerynar gets bored and wanders off to the Toyshop.
	minghua leaves the auditorium to the west.
	DavidW says, "thanks again, maga"
	maga gets bored and wanders off to the Toyshop.
	djfletch gets bored and wanders off to the Toyshop.
	DavidW gets bored and wanders off to the Toyshop.
	mulehollandaise arrives from the west.
	[IntroComp] maga says, "in fact, I'm fairly sure that the gun in question is the same one Jacq carries, except that she doesn't have the pansy-assed civilian magazine"
	Emily gets bored and wanders off to the Toyshop.
	mulehollandaise leaves the auditorium to the west.
	theclam gets bored and wanders off to the Toyshop.


	Playtime!
	Toyshop and Floyditorium
	Bulging toychests make this a child's (or child-at-heart's) dream. Play all day, play all night. A small booth has been erected and is staffed by a friendly robot. The sign over it says, "INFOKOM GAMEZ 5 cents". A small notice on the door reads, "PLEASE RETURN TOYS TO THIS ROOM WHEN YOU'RE DONE WITH THEM."

	You can see: banana machine, faucets, toy catalogue, a crystal ball, cuddly walrus, cloak, tic-tac-toe, thermometer, yellow button, waldo whisper object, checkers board, Werewolf rules, Mike Tyson, IF Programmer Barbie, IF FLOYD'S DOWN, TELL JOTA -- OR ELSE HE WON'T KNOW, frobozz magic dispenser, fun shiny toy, madlibs, orange, jukebox, dfan's quest, miniature ifMUD, Pun Police Whistle, orange door, mind chess, storyharp, save button, specimen jar, Best of Speed?, Gak, ClubFloyd Suggestions, bunny burger, Photocopier, basketball, midterm monster, green button, The Amazing Attention-Grabbing Cube!, Gene Ray, signaling device, RPS Bot 3000, long-stemmed red rose, FREE DONUTS machine, colourcoding device, a featureless white cube, A Hobbit, monkey guru, soda reading 'Don't drink me!', clicker, Portal Gun, jellybean, plea for Jacq's return, a pair of dice
	Players: Waldo, Floyd, Gerynar, maga, minghua, djfletch, DavidW, Emily, theclam
	Visible Exits: northeast (to the Lounge)
	mulehollandaise arrives, full of fun, but no funk.
	Nitku arrives, ready to play with the toys.
	DrewMochak arrives, ready to play with the toys.
	maga says, "Hi, everyone."
	Gerynar says, "howdy"
	DrewMochak exclaims, "Heeeyo!"
	maga says, "If you haven't taken part in ClubFloyd before, the rules go like this."
	maga says, "Any chatter should go on the #clubfloyd channel."		* DrewMochak has joined the channel.
	maga says, "Authors and people who have played the game before can watch and comment, but shouldn't enter commands or give spoilers."		* mulehollandaise has joined the channel.
	DavidW says, "hm. That won't give me much to do. :)"
	minghua asks, "Isn't there a spoiler channel, too?"
	maga says, "If we get into a tricky situation - a time constraint or something like that - we can nominate a driver, but otherwise everyone can enter commands. You do this by prefacing a normal IF command with 'f', so >F EAT PANTALOONS"
	DrewMochak asks, "Express yourself?"
	maga says, "And yes, spoilers can be shared on #cf-spoilers."
	[cfspoilers] * DavidW has joined the channel.
	DavidW says, "er, #cfspoilers. No hyphen."
	DrewMochak says, "it says no such channel"
	DrewMochak says, "orite"		theclam says, "aw balls. I've been using '..floyd' all this time"
	[cfspoilers] * DrewMochak has joined the channel.
	[cfspoilers] * mulehollandaise has joined the channel.
	maga says, "okay, what DW said"
	[cfspoilers] * Nitku has joined the channel.
	maga says, "since it's traditional to do this in reverse order, we'll start with Selves"		DavidW says (to theclam), "That works just as well. But f is easier."
	maga asks, "Any questions before we kick off?"
	DrewMochak asks, "When do I get my booze?"
	maga says, "ah, you are an Alaskan"
	DavidW says, "ha ha"
	DrewMochak says, "Now I'm a Californian, but I can't talk about that vice on a family-friendly MUD such as this"
	DavidW says (to DrewMochak), "@joinc #Alaska"
	DrewMochak says, "Weirdly, talking about a chemical that makes some peopel want to hurt their wives is perfectly acceptable"
	maga says, "Okay, let's go."
	DrewMochak asks, "What does the c mean?"
	Gerynar says (to DrewMochak), "channel"
	DavidW says, "I was just abbreviating @joinchannel"
	maga says, "All hands below deck, all chatter on-channel."
	DrewMochak says, "Oh, join is abbreviated. Did not know"		DavidW says, "aye aye cap'n"
	DrewMochak learns new things!
	maga says (to Floyd), "load selves"
	Floyd \| Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| A cold wind brushes the edge of your consciousness, and your deadened Floyd \| senses blur the images and feelings trying to reach your brain. Harsh Floyd \| moonlight lighting shattered glass... water rippling somewhere Floyd \| nearby... a dark shape in the shadows... the howling of a lone wolf... Floyd \| and blood. Red, red blood. Floyd \| Floyd \| Selves Floyd \| An Interactive Fiction by J'onn Roger Floyd \| Release 1 / Serial number 090828 / Inform 7 build 5Z71 (I6/v6.31 lib Floyd \| 6/12N) Floyd \| Floyd \| By the Lake Floyd \| The cold finally manages to break through the haze, and forces your Floyd \| mind back to consciousness. All around you is baren ground, broken Floyd \| only by small, rolling hills. At your feet, a small lake lies Floyd \| unnaturally still, a crystal mirror holding the image of the red moon Floyd \| above. The path leading home lies to the east, while an unknown path Floyd \| leads into impenetrable mist northward. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	[cfspoilers] DavidW says, "I'm curious to see how many people found the gimmick in this game."
	[cfspoilers] maga says, "I don't believe I did"
	Emily says (to Floyd), "x lake"
	Floyd \| The surface of the lake is unnaturally still, but there is an odd Floyd \| sense of movement just underneath, and a soft rippling music barely Floyd \| reaches your ears. Your reflection flickers weirdly, made brighter by Floyd \| the liquid moon trapped in the surface of crystal. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	[cfspoilers] Nitku says, "I didn't know what to do at the empty room, so I guess I didn't find it"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying nothing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "x moon"
	Floyd \| She told you once the moon was God's eye. It was just a fairytale, of Floyd \| course... but still, it's hauntingly fitting that tonight the moon is Floyd \| red. Blood red. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "x mist"
	Floyd \| The mist lies just outside your awareness, and resists any attempts to Floyd \| interact with it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "x me"
	Floyd \| You are sore and bloody, but your physical wounds are nothing compared Floyd \| to the torment your mind is going through. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	[cfspoilers] maga says, "judging by its score that was a pretty common experience, yeah"
	[cfspoilers] DavidW says (to Nitku), "I believe that's just where the intro stops."
	Emily says (to Floyd), "drink water"
	Floyd \| You take the shimmering liquid in cupped hands and sip, and the cold Floyd \| cuts through you like a knife. Floyd \| Floyd \| The wind cries softly, but what makes it worse is that you hear her Floyd \| tears in the wind. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	[cfspoilers] Nitku says, "oh."
	Gerynar says (to Floyd), "listen"		minghua says, "I don't like this place... I want to go home. :-)"
	Floyd \| So many voices tonight. The wind, the earth, the water, the sky... Floyd \| they all have voices. And her voice is in each of theirs. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "This first room seems to be the best implemented. You can listen to specific things here."
	Emily says (to Floyd), "listen to wind"
	Floyd \| The wind refuses to comfort you, its soft moan incessantly reminding Floyd \| you of things you cannot undo. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Emily says (to Floyd), "undo"
	Floyd \| By the Lake Floyd \| [Previous turn undone.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Emily says, "just checking"
			maga says, "hee hee"
			minghua says, "heh."
			maga says, "things you cannot undo are far less troubling than things you cannot >UNDO"
			DrewMochak says, "hah hah"
	minghua says (to Floyd), "listen to her"		DrewMochak says, "Part of me considered disabling >undo actually"
	Floyd \| I'm not sure what "her" refers to. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	[cfspoilers] DavidW says, "I used the 'take all' trick to note all the items here."
	minghua says (to Floyd), "listen to earth"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "listen to the earth"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >


	theclam says (to Floyd), "listen to voice"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	ParserGirl arrives, ready to play with the toys.
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "xyzzy"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Emily says (to Floyd), "clean wounds"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		ParserGirl asks, "What'd I miss?"
	Emily says (to Floyd), "wash me"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "swim"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "dive"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says (to PG), "We've just starts Selves. Still in first room."
			DavidW says, "er started"
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lake"
	Floyd \| The surface of the lake is unnaturally still, but there is an odd Floyd \| sense of movement just underneath, and a soft rippling music barely Floyd \| reaches your ears. Your reflection flickers weirdly, made brighter by Floyd \| the liquid moon trapped in the surface of crystal. Floyd \| Floyd \| The wind whips madly through the hills and over the lake, chastising Floyd \| you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "look into the lake"
	Floyd \| You find nothing of interest. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "feel lake"
	Floyd \| Your touch disturbs the placid surface, causing ripples to mar the Floyd \| image of the moon. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "x me in lake"
	Floyd \| I only understood you as far as wanting to examine yourself. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "x reflection"
	Floyd \| Which do you mean, the moon's reflection or your reflection? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "your"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "your reflection"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "x your reflection"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x my reflection"
	Floyd \| Your faced is mirrored back to you with perfect clarity, and what you Floyd \| see frightens you. It is not your face anymore; it is another's. It Floyd \| is his face. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "This is interesting."
			DrewMochak says, "That's clunky"
	theclam says (to Floyd), "think"
	Floyd \| What a good idea. Floyd \| Floyd \| The wind dies down to a whisper, as if it has exhausted its anger and Floyd \| now offers you comfort. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Emily says (to Floyd), "listen to lake"
	Floyd \| A faint music reaches your ears, but the language of the water is not Floyd \| your own. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "I remember when I played, I had no reflection."
			Emily says, "huh"
			DrewMochak says, "Err, teh implamentation. Sotry is cool, though, as is the writing"
	Emily says (to Floyd), "look"
	Floyd \| By the Lake Floyd \| All around you is baren ground, broken only by small, rolling hills. Floyd \| At your feet, a small lake lies unnaturally still, a crystal mirror Floyd \| holding the image of the red moon above. The path leading home lies Floyd \| to the east, while an unknown path leads into impenetrable mist Floyd \| northward. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| The wind whispers again, but you shut your ears, refusing to be Floyd \| comforted. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "x moon's reflection"		djfletch exclaims, "DavidW is a vampire! Run!"
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "x lake reflection"
	Floyd \| A perfect image of the moon above you, thanks to the water the Floyd \| reflection possesses a startling quality of translucence that the real Floyd \| moon does not have. Floyd \| Floyd \| The wind whispers again, but you shut your ears, refusing to be Floyd \| comforted. Floyd \| Floyd \| > Floyd \| I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the pond. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang arrives, full of fun and funk.		Emily says, "I'm currently thinking some kind of werewolf scenario"
	minghua says (to Floyd), "x ground"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang asks, "have we just started?"
	minghua says (to Floyd), "x hills"
	Floyd \| Mounds of dirt is all they really are, but they have a presence that Floyd \| is both comforting and ominious. With them you are not alone, but Floyd \| they remind you that they have been and always will be, while you will Floyd \| pass away. Floyd \| Floyd \| The wind whispers again, but you shut your ears, refusing to be Floyd \| comforted. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| By the Lake Floyd \| All around you is baren ground, broken only by small, rolling hills. Floyd \| At your feet, a small lake lies unnaturally still, a crystal mirror Floyd \| holding the image of the red moon above. The path leading home lies Floyd \| to the east, while an unknown path leads into impenetrable mist Floyd \| northward. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| The wind whispers again, but you shut your ears, refusing to be Floyd \| comforted. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "x e"
	Floyd \| You see nothing unexpected in that direction. Floyd \| Floyd \| The wind whispers again, but you shut your ears, refusing to be Floyd \| comforted. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "I was concerned with the vagueness in this game. It was never made clear what exactly happened."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x me"
	Floyd \| You are sore and bloody, but your physical wounds are nothing compared Floyd \| to the torment your mind is going through. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "x north"
	Floyd \| (the north path) Floyd \| A mist lies over the north path, concealing whatever lies beyond. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang asks, "I mean, I don't see a lot of recap, so what have I missed?"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying nothing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says (to Fang), "Not much. We're still in the first location."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "listen to wind"
	Floyd \| The wind refuses to comfort you, its soft moan incessantly reminding Floyd \| you of things you cannot undo. Floyd \| Floyd \| The wind whispers again, but you shut your ears, refusing to be Floyd \| comforted. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "listen to hills"
	Floyd \| She used to tell you that everything has a voice, if you would only Floyd \| listen. Tonight, it almost seems she was right, for you can feel Floyd \| something calling to you. Whether it is a voice from the earth, or Floyd \| whether your sanity is beginning to fray is a different question. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "The PC is upset about something and is by a lake under moonlight."
			theclam says (to fang), "and we have someone else's face, apparently"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x moon"
	Floyd \| She told you once the moon was God's eye. It was just a fairytale, of Floyd \| course... but still, it's hauntingly fitting that tonight the moon is Floyd \| red. Blood red. Floyd \| Floyd \| The wind whispers again, but you shut your ears, refusing to be Floyd \| comforted. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "listen to moon"
	Floyd \| The moon is the one thing that you hear nothing from. No voice, no Floyd \| song... only silence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		ParserGirl says, "HIS face."
			Fang says, "well, we can go down to the lake"
			Fang says, "and look in it for our reflection"
			Emily says, "we did that"
			minghua says (to Fang), "We already saw our reflection."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x lake"
	Floyd \| The surface of the lake is unnaturally still, but there is an odd Floyd \| sense of movement just underneath, and a soft rippling music barely Floyd \| reaches your ears. Your reflection flickers weirdly, made brighter by Floyd \| the liquid moon trapped in the surface of crystal. Floyd \| Floyd \| The wind whispers again, but you shut your ears, refusing to be Floyd \| comforted. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x reflection"
	Floyd \| Which do you mean, the moon's reflection or your reflection? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x my reflection"
	Floyd \| Your faced is mirrored back to you with perfect clarity, and what you Floyd \| see frightens you. It is not your face anymore; it is another's. It Floyd \| is his face. Floyd \| Floyd \| The wind whispers again, but you shut your ears, refusing to be Floyd \| comforted. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "ah"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "listen to my reflection"
	Floyd \| You listen, and with horror you realize that the water holds not only Floyd \| his face, but his voice as well. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		minghua says, "Ouch."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "listen to his voice"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "listen to myself"
	Floyd \| You can no longer seperate your voice from his. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak asks, "Maybe somewhere there is some stranger... with my face?"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "listen to voice"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		djfletch says, ">drive to psychiatric hospital"
	minghua says (to Floyd), "think of him"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "scream"
	Floyd \| I only understood you as far as wanting to think. Floyd \| Floyd \| > Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "think"
	Floyd \| What a good idea. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "haha"
	minghua says (to Floyd), "remember him"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "consider"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "drink"
	Floyd \| What do you want to drink? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "who the crap are you talking about"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "drink lake"
	Floyd \| You take the shimmering liquid in cupped hands and sip, and the cold Floyd \| cuts through you like a knife. Floyd \| Floyd \| The wind whispers again, but you shut your ears, refusing to be Floyd \| comforted. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying nothing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "speak"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "listen to wind"
	Floyd \| The wind's voice is silent, as if it no longer wishes to speak to you. Floyd \| Floyd \| The wind whispers again, but you shut your ears, refusing to be Floyd \| comforted. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "well, we still have hands"
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "talk"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says, "lake, hello"		ParserGirl asks, "We can't go anywhere?"
	theclam says (to Floyd), "x hands"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "lake, hello"
	Floyd \| You can't talk to the pond. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "talk to lake"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says (to PG), "yes."
			minghua says, "I'd like to move, too."
			theclam says (to fang), "I see no hands >.>"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "lake, hello"
	Floyd \| You can't talk to the pond. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| By the Lake Floyd \| All around you is baren ground, broken only by small, rolling hills. Floyd \| At your feet, a small lake lies unnaturally still, a crystal mirror Floyd \| holding the image of the red moon above. The path leading home lies Floyd \| to the east, while an unknown path leads into impenetrable mist Floyd \| northward. Floyd \|		DavidW says, "You can go north or east."
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| The wind whispers again, but you shut your ears, refusing to be Floyd \| comforted. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "look north"
	Floyd \| I only understood you as far as wanting to look. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "let's try to go home"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x mist"
	minghua says (to Floyd), "x north path"
	ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| The mist lies just outside your awareness, and resists any attempts to Floyd \| interact with it. Floyd \| Floyd \| > Floyd \| A mist lies over the north path, concealing whatever lies beyond. Floyd \| Floyd \| > Floyd \| You ignore the beckoning north path, and travel east to home and Floyd \| sanity. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Cabin Floyd \| You come to consciousness in a dark, dusty room. In the corner, the Floyd \| machine is still smoking, surrounded by shards of glass from the Floyd \| window above. In the center of the room she lies... Oh God. You Floyd \| never meant to hurt her. To the west lies a splintering wooden door, Floyd \| beside which is an old shovel. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "woo, sanity"
			ParserGirl says, "Oh great. We're a murderer."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x her"
	Floyd \| Lovely Elizibeth. Things weren't supposed to end this way - you two Floyd \| were to be happy together, after your success. But now the most you Floyd \| can do for her is see that her remains rest in piece. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		minghua says, "Maybe it's just an accident."
	ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x shovel"
	Floyd \| Strong wood and cold metal. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "The huge wad of spacing is meant to be filled with the quotebox, but it didn't work properly."
			Fang asks (of DavidW), "can you paste?"
	minghua says (to Floyd), "x shovel"
	Floyd \| Strong wood and cold metal. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "take shovel"
	Floyd \| As you take the shovel in hand, a tear finds its way down your face. Floyd \| The task before you will be hard to bear. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x glass"
	Floyd \| Long, sharp slivers, broken from the window pane during the accident. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		ParserGirl says (to minghua), "Most killings are crimes of passion, with no premeditation."
			Fang says, "see, accident"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x machine"
	Floyd \| The culmination of all your years of research lies broken in the Floyd \| corner. After all those years of being mocked by your peers and being Floyd \| called a madman by your family... She was the only one who believed Floyd \| in you. And you were right; it worked. But in the end, it took her Floyd \| from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "examine woman"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "OH come on"
			ParserGirl says, "Hmm. Maybe I jumped to conclusion."
			minghua says, ".ParserGirl Hard to argue against that."
			DavidW says, "'her' or 'Elizibeth'"
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "x body"
	Floyd \| Lovely Elizibeth. Things weren't supposed to end this way - you two Floyd \| were to be happy together, after your success. But now the most you Floyd \| can do for her is see that her remains rest in piece. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "hit machine"
	Floyd \| Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "spit on machine"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "search elizabeth"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "cry"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "search her"
	Floyd \| You find nothing of interest. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Cabin Floyd \| This is the room you did the experiments in. In the corner is that Floyd \| cursed machine, and above it the broken window. You cannot bear to Floyd \| look at what lies in the center of the room on the floor, broken and Floyd \| dead. To the west lies a splintering wooden door, beside which is an Floyd \| old shovel. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "The implementation after the first room goes down quite a bit."
			Fang says (to PG), "ouch, awfully cold hearted of you"
	theclam says (to Floyd), "hug her"
	Floyd \| You can only do that to something animate. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		theclam (
			ParserGirl says, "She might have a debit card!"
			theclam:(
			Fang says, "I guess it would be worth looking for a donor card"
	ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "take machine"
	Floyd \| That's hardly portable. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x door"
	Floyd \| So many times she passed through that door... only once more, and this Floyd \| time she holds death's hand instead of yours. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "take her"
	Floyd \| You wipe the blood from her face, and tenderly take her in your arms. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x her"
	Floyd \| Lovely Elizibeth. Things weren't supposed to end this way - you two Floyd \| were to be happy together, after your success. But now the most you Floyd \| can do for her is see that her remains rest in piece. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| You can't go that way. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "out"
	Floyd \| But you aren't in anything at the moment. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| You can't, since the cabin door is in the way. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		ParserGirl says, "I will wait for you in death's halls, my love dramatic fade out"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| You can't, since the cabin door is in the way. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "open door"
	Floyd \| You open the cabin door. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Outside the Cabin Floyd \| Everything is just like it was before, and yet... there is a Floyd \| difference, as if the earth somehow knows that she no longer walks Floyd \| upon it, and the sun realizes it shines on her no more. Only the tree Floyd \| she planted nearby retains its luster. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "You'll need the shovel, I think."
			DavidW says, "Or maybe not."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x tree"
	Floyd \| You sense her presence around this tree, as if she left part of Floyd \| herself with it when she departed. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		ParserGirl says, "Nice description change."
	minghua says (to Floyd), "listen to tree"
	Floyd \| You hear nothing unexpected. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang asks, "bury her under the tree?"
			ParserGirl says, "That seems fitting."
			minghua says (to Fang), "Sounds good."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "drop her"
	Floyd \| Dropped. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "'bury her' works. 'dig' does not."
			minghua says, "But I think we need the shovel after all."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| a shovel Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "climb tree"
	Floyd \| I don't think much is to be achieved by that. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "bury her"
	Floyd \| After one last kiss, you return her to the earth she loved so much. Floyd \| Floyd \| Living Room Floyd \| Your living room is sparesely furnished, with only a few pieces of Floyd \| furniture, and nothing resembling luxury. She always said your house Floyd \| needed a woman's touch... Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "well, that was fast"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "dial for a whore"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "I believe the game ends here. There's no message to that effect, though."
			djfletch asks, "should we hide from the police now?"
			minghua asks, "We've never been here before, have we?"
	Emily says (to Fang), "sheesh"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x furniture"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "This location has no exits and no items."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Living Room Floyd \| Your living room is sparesely furnished, with only a few pieces of Floyd \| furniture, and nothing resembling luxury. She always said your house Floyd \| needed a woman's touch... Floyd \| Floyd \| >		minghua asks, "What would happen if we go north from the lake?"
	[cfspoilers] Nitku asks (of DavidW), "So what was the gimmick?"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "out"
	Floyd \| But you aren't in anything at the moment. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "out"
	Floyd \| But you aren't in anything at the moment. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		maga says, "yes, I'm pretty sure that this is it"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| You can't go that way. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "I guess this room is a prison of our guilt"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "wake"
	Floyd \| The dreadful truth is, this is not a dream. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "sleep"
	Floyd \| You aren't feeling especially drowsy. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says (to minghua), "Very good question. Please try it."
			maga says, "unless this is meant to represent the bleak, hollow inner state of our protagonist"
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "slash wrists"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "pray"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		djfletch says, "clubfloyd yeah, let's restart and go north INTO MADNESS"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Living Room Floyd \| Your living room is sparesely furnished, with only a few pieces of Floyd \| furniture, and nothing resembling luxury. She always said your house Floyd \| needed a woman's touch... Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x furniture"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "x me"
	Floyd \| You are sore and bloody, but your physical wounds are nothing compared Floyd \| to the torment your mind is going through. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "sing"
	Floyd \| Your singing is abominable. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "x blood"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| a shovel Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "dig"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| a shovel Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "bury shovel"
	Floyd \| This is neither the time nor the place. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "hit me with shovel"
	Floyd \| I only understood you as far as wanting to hit yourself. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		minghua asks, "Restart and go north?"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "hit me"
	Floyd \| What good would bloodying yourself further do now? It will not bring Floyd \| her back. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		maga says, "okay, I'm going to wrap this up."
			Fang asks, "okay, restart into madness?"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "die"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	[cfspoilers] DavidW says, "Restarting and going north should change every description past the opening. It's the same gameplay, but the flavour is different."		maga says, "sounds fine"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "restart"
	Floyd \| Are you sure you want to restart?
	Fang says (to Floyd), "yes"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| A cold wind brushes the edge of your consciousness, and your deadened Floyd \| senses blur the images and feelings trying to reach your brain. Harsh Floyd \| moonlight lighting shattered glass... water rippling somewhere Floyd \| nearby... a dark shape in the shadows... the howling of a lone wolf... Floyd \| and blood. Red, red blood. Floyd \| Floyd \| Selves Floyd \| An Interactive Fiction by J'onn Roger Floyd \| Release 1 / Serial number 090828 / Inform 7 build 5Z71 (I6/v6.31 lib Floyd \| 6/12N) Floyd \| Floyd \| By the Lake Floyd \| The cold finally manages to break through the haze, and forces your Floyd \| mind back to consciousness. All around you is baren ground, broken Floyd \| only by small, rolling hills. At your feet, a small lake lies Floyd \| unnaturally still, a crystal mirror holding the image of the red moon Floyd \| above. The path leading home lies to the east, while an unknown path Floyd \| leads into impenetrable mist northward. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| You cannot resist the call of the misted path, and so travel north, Floyd \| leaving behind you that which is known and embracing the unknowable. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Cabin Floyd \| You come to consciousness in a dark, dusty room. In the corner, the Floyd \| machine is still smoking, surrounded by shards of glass from the Floyd \| window above. In the center of the room she lies... Oh God. You Floyd \| never meant to hurt her. To the west lies a splintering wooden door, Floyd \| beside which is an old shovel. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	[cfspoilers] Nitku says, "huh."		Fang says, "bummer"
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "sink permenantly into your inner torment"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		minghua says, "Oh well."
	Nitku says (to Floyd), "get glass"
	Floyd \| The glass glitters dangerously in your hand, as if it wants to claim Floyd \| your very soul. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Nitku says (to Floyd), "cut yourself"
	Floyd \| You draw the gleaming edge across your skin, bringing blood. Red, red Floyd \| blood. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "oooh"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "g"
	Floyd \| You draw the gleaming edge across your skin, bringing blood. Red, red Floyd \| blood. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "g"
	Floyd \| You draw the gleaming edge across your skin, bringing blood. Red, red Floyd \| blood. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "g"
	Floyd \| You draw the gleaming edge across your skin, bringing blood. Red, red Floyd \| blood. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "cut wrists"
	[cfspoilers] DavidW says, "um"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "drink blood"
	Floyd \| You don't suspect the blood would go down too well. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "take shovel"
	Floyd \| As you take the shovel in hand, a shudder runs through you. She knows Floyd \| what you are going to do. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "hit me"
	Floyd \| You already have that. Floyd \| (first taking the broken glass) Floyd \| You draw the gleaming edge across your skin, bringing blood. Red, red Floyd \| blood. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		ParserGirl says, "huh"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| You can't, since the cabin door is in the way. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	ParserGirl says (to Floyd), "x her"
	Floyd \| Blood swirls around her ashen face, and a smile seems to play at the Floyd \| corner of her cold lips. As long as she is here, you know that she Floyd \| will haunt you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Nitku says (to Floyd), "cut her"
	Floyd \| Cutting that up would achieve little. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "x machine"
	Floyd \| It hulks in the corner like an evil beast, ready to strike. It was Floyd \| the cause of this; it stole your face and took her from you... And Floyd \| still it lives. You can almost see eyes peering from the darkness Floyd \| where you know none are. But something is different - it is broken Floyd \| and powerless now. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "that desc is different"
			Fang says, "huh"
			DavidW says, "All the descriptions are different."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Cabin Floyd \| This is the room you did the experiments in. In the corner is that Floyd \| cursed machine, and above it the broken window. You cannot bear to Floyd \| look at what lies in the center of the room on the floor, broken and Floyd \| dead. To the west lies a splintering wooden door, beside which is an Floyd \| old shovel. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| >		ParserGirl says, "We must have built an android or something."
	minghua says (to Floyd), "x her"
	Floyd \| Blood swirls around her ashen face, and a smile seems to play at the Floyd \| corner of her cold lips. As long as she is here, you know that she Floyd \| will haunt you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		minghua says, "I see."
	minghua says (to Floyd), "x glass"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x machine"
	Floyd \| The glass is shattered and void, and dark all except the sharp edges, Floyd \| which glitter with silver light. Floyd \| Floyd \| > Floyd \| It hulks in the corner like an evil beast, ready to strike. It was Floyd \| the cause of this; it stole your face and took her from you... And Floyd \| still it lives. You can almost see eyes peering from the darkness Floyd \| where you know none are. But something is different - it is broken Floyd \| and powerless now. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "smash machine"
	Floyd \| Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "x window"
	Floyd \| All that remains of the window is a dark void. Where light once Floyd \| entered, there is nothing but darkness. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "take machine"
	Floyd \| That's hardly portable. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x door"
	Floyd \| The normal wooden door suddenly seems old and angry. The cracks that Floyd \| normally let in light seem to be sucking it out, or perhaps letting Floyd \| darkness in... Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "x shovel"
	Floyd \| Black, soulless metal. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "open door"
	Floyd \| You open the cabin door. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Outside the Cabin Floyd \| This used to be your Eden, but now all is baren desert. Even the tree Floyd \| she planted is withered and leafless. As far as the eye can see Floyd \| stretches nothing but sand, and a single set of footprints leading Floyd \| away from the Cabin. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| a shovel Floyd \| a broken glass Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "As far as I know, the gameplay is identical either way. Just the descriptions are different."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x sand"
	Floyd \| Glittering white sand stretches as far as the eye can see, the only Floyd \| mark upon it his footsteps. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x footsteps"
	Floyd \| Footprints in the sand lead away from the cabin towards the lake. His Floyd \| footprints. Your footprints. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x tree"
	Floyd \| You feel her presence around the tree, as if it swallowed her spirit Floyd \| when he took her life. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "bury me"
	Floyd \| That would be rather difficult, not to mention morbid, don't you Floyd \| think? Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "haha"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "dig"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "dig up tree"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| You can't go that way. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Nitku says (to Floyd), "bury tree"
	Floyd \| There is no need to bury the tree. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "follow footsteps"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "follow footprints"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| You can't go that way. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "search footprints"
	Floyd \| You find nothing of interest. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "kill me"
	Floyd \| She will not let you. You have a job to do; she demands vengence Floyd \| before death will give you solace. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "x lake"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang asks, "vengence?"
			theclam asks, "demands vengence?"
			Fang says, "dig"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "dig"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		theclam says, "burying isn't exactly a vengeful act"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Cabin Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Cabin Floyd \| This is the room you did the experiments in. In the corner is that Floyd \| cursed machine, and above it the broken window. You cannot bear to Floyd \| look at what lies in the center of the room on the floor, broken and Floyd \| dead. To the west lies a splintering wooden door, beside which is an Floyd \| old shovel. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "take her"
	Floyd \| As you lift the corpse to your shoulder, her coldness spreads through Floyd \| your body and claws at your mind. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Outside the Cabin Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Outside the Cabin Floyd \| This used to be your Eden, but now all is baren desert. Even the tree Floyd \| she planted is withered and leafless. As far as the eye can see Floyd \| stretches nothing but sand, and a single set of footprints leading Floyd \| away from the Cabin. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x sand"
	Floyd \| Glittering white sand stretches as far as the eye can see, the only Floyd \| mark upon it his footsteps. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "I think I understand what the author's doing here"
			DrewMochak says, "So I wont' spoil it"
			Fang asks, "oh?"
			DrewMochak says, "But that's really cool."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "bury her"
	Floyd \| Her dead eyes are pleading with you, begging you not to leave her. Floyd \| But you stoicly shovel the dirt over her body until it is hidden from Floyd \| view. Floyd \| Floyd \| Living Room Floyd \| The house feels empty, yet simultaneously you feel a presence here. Floyd \| Happiness has fled, and her pain has replaced it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x presence"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "list"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "listen"
	Floyd \| You hear nothing unexpected. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "cut me"
	Floyd \| You draw the gleaming edge across your skin, bringing blood. Red, red Floyd \| blood. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Again, this final location has nothing in it and nowhere to go."
			ParserGirl asks, "One path is good, the other bad?"
			Fang says, "ok, I don't see where to go from here"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x window"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "rent a porno"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says (to Fang), "I believe that this is merely where the intro ends."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "post on my blog"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| a shovel Floyd \| a broken glass Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "Smoke a bowl and kick back to some Dark Side of the Moon on your killer surround sound system"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "play air guitar with shovel"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "oh, this is an introcomp entry"
			DavidW says (to Fang), "Yes."
			djfletch says, "This intro seems more like an ending than an intro."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "twitter about my pain"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		maga asks, "okay, let's move on?"
			Fang says (to djfletch), "I assume we enter flashback mode"
			djfletch says, "There should have been a big game where we collect stuff to make out crazy machine, while falling in love, then it all ends tragically."
			djfletch says, "out -> our"
			Fang says (to djfletch), "it's more fun if it's 'make out with'"
			maga says, "the machine is, of course, a refrigerator"
			Fang says, "the machine is a Wii"
			Nitku says, "or 'crazy make out machine'"
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "logon to ifmud"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "It bugs me that the machine is so vaguely described. It could be anything."
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "crazy makeout machien should be an IFMUD object"
	Floyd \| I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "what happened was a terrifying wiimote accident"
			DrewMochak says, "Haha whoops"
			maga says, "okay, wrapping it up."
	maga says (to Floyd), "quit"
	Floyd \| Are you sure you want to quit?
	maga says (to Floyd), "yes"
	Floyd \|
	Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?"		ParserGirl says (to DavidW), "I think it mentioned how the machine stole our face and was looking through eyes, so I'm still guessing android and he's being coy about it."
	[cfspoilers] DrewMochak says, "If I had to guess I'd say that going either direction determines which "character" you are, as there are apparently two with the same face."		DavidW says, "hm. maybe."
	[cfspoilers] DrewMochak says, "Shoudl have >x me-ed after going north"		Fang says, "that seems too literal"
	[cfspoilers] maga says, "I was thinking schizophrenia machine, yes"		theclam says, "or an automatic frankenstein dispenser"
			DavidW says, "The game is called Selves, so perhaps there are two of you."
	[cfspoilers] maga says, "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Postsingularity"		Fang says, "cloning machine, maybe"
			Fang says, "like um, that film"
			minghua asks, "But whose face is it in the lake scene, then?"
			Fang says, "suppose we are playing the other guy in the first scene"
			Fang says, "the clone"
			DrewMochak says, "Both"
	DrewMochak says, "You're at a crossroads, mentally"		DrewMochak says, "You're at a crossroads, mentally"
			minghua says, "If it's a clone, they should have exactly the same face."
			Fang says, "except that it's not a clone, but a duplication machine, where both versions think that they are the original"
			DrewMochak says, "Going north=vengeful character, e=sorrowful character"
			Fang says, "and the other one is the fake"
			DrewMochak says, "right"
			DavidW says, "Of course, none of this is apparent unless the player restarts and chooses the other path."
			Fang says, "yeah, it seems a bit odd as a intro"
			DrewMochak says, "actually no I'm wrong, logically if that were so they'd each be going different places"
			Fang says, "it implies there are two routes through the game"
			Fang says, "or, OTOH, if the bulk of the game is a flashback"
			Fang says, "maybe that would work"
			DrewMochak says, "It coudl still work as an intro"
			DrewMochak says, "just, with pieces gradually revealed to you as you play"
			DrewMochak says, "That's kind of how mine is going"
			maga says, "All right. I'm going to fire up Gossip."
	maga says (to Floyd), "load gossip"
	Floyd \| Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Deeply absorbed in your thoughts, remembering yesterday's party, you Floyd \| vaguely contemplate the coils ascending from your coffee cup. You're Floyd \| still drowsy, but that's why you're drinking a coffee. You went to the Floyd \| office early this morning, although the cocktail party last night made Floyd \| it hard to get up... But you didn't waste your time, because you Floyd \| picked up valuable information there. Floyd \| Floyd \| Ah, here's the boss. Sammy, coat and briefcase in hand, smiles at Floyd \| you. Christine follows him in, and you guess this is the normal Floyd \| routine. It's not your habit to get up this early, but you know Floyd \| they're always the first people at the newspaper office. Sammy strides Floyd \| to his office to drop off his things; Christine comes over to say Floyd \| hello. Floyd \| Floyd \| "How are you doing ?" Floyd \| "Well, I drank a bit too much yesterday at a cocktail party, but it's Floyd \| not too bad. What about you ?" Floyd \| "Oh, I'm fine, thanks." Floyd \| Floyd \| She smiles timidly at you, then goes to her office. As Christine Floyd \| enters her office, Sammy exits his. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Sofia! Good to see you in bright and early. I've got an assignment Floyd \| for you." Floyd \| Floyd \| You sigh, and gulp a bit of your coffee. A regular day at work is Floyd \| beginning. Floyd \|		minghua says, "Well, a certain movie already did that."
	theclam presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Gossip Floyd \| An interactive report by Hugo Labrande Floyd \| Type "info" for the info menu. Floyd \| Release 1 / Serial number 090829 / Inform v6.30 Library 6/11 Floyd \| Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle, your teatime's long-brewed, boiling gossip!" Floyd \| You always thought this motto was a little bit silly, but it's quite Floyd \| original after all; it didn't stop this magazine to grow. In fact, Floyd \| sales are good, and the paper shows its difference from its rivals Floyd \| with a certain sense of ethics and reflexion - it still is a gossip Floyd \| magazine, but let's say that you take advantage of a higher status Floyd \| than your rivals. The editorial office is at the sixteenth floor of Floyd \| the building. Westwards, the window gives you a great view of the Floyd \| city; near it there's the coffee dispenser and metal tables. Floyd \| Eastwards, it's Sammy's office; your office is somewhere to the north, Floyd \| and if you want to leave there's an elevator at the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy is here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Hope the menus won't be a problem."
			maga says, "erf, yes"
			maga says, "we'll see"
			Fang asks, "a gossip rag with ethics?"
			Fang says, "what crazy upside down world this is"
			DavidW says (to Fang), "Suspend your disbelief."
			maga says, "enh, that's just what they tell themselves so that they can sleep at night"
			DavidW says, "Exactly."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "talk to sammy"
	Floyd \| "We've got an article to write in the next issue about Kymberley Floyd \| Spicey, the starlet... An article written for women in particular, so Floyd \| we have to focus on shape and physique." Sammy lifts his hand in Floyd \| advance. "Shush, I know what you're gonna say, we talked about it, Floyd \| stop it." Floyd \| Floyd \| You smile: more than once you have had feverish discussions with Floyd \| Sammy, and sometimes about this topic. He keeps saying that, speaking Floyd \| of magazine sales, men don't want to know about defects of sexually Floyd \| arousing blonde babes, while women are more interested in them. You Floyd \| argue that trying to reach women this way contributes to making them Floyd \| feel guilty by childishly pointing at little imperfections and Floyd \| reffering to them as defects. He argues that it's a way to break the Floyd \| ideology of the perfect woman that every media wants to create and Floyd \| make you believe in. This could go on for hours - you both are equally Floyd \| stubborn - and nobody is gonna change their mind. You both decided to Floyd \| limit the frequency of such discussions. He's the boss, he decides, Floyd \| you execute; but meanwhile you prepare new arguments for the next of Floyd \| these delightful conversations... Floyd \|		DrewMochak exclaims, "O mai, it's Global Community Weekly!"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "press enter"
	Floyd \| "Anyway, we have to get a few photos of the lady in her everyday life, Floyd \| and speaking of this, I was told that she goes jogging every morning Floyd \| at nine o'clock." Floyd \| You look at the time and sigh in a tired way. "So, I've got a little Floyd \| more than an hour to go to her neighbourhood and take photos of her in Floyd \| her jogging clothes?" Floyd \| "Yep." Floyd \| "All right, I'm going there..." Floyd \| Sammy gives you the address of your target with a tiny smile: he knows Floyd \| you don't like to do it, but it's your job after all. Well, you don't Floyd \| have to do this every day, thankfully. A trip to the city, a few Floyd \| photos of a plastic sexy blonde, and this afternoon you'll be able to Floyd \| write your article about last night. You'll be on your way after Floyd \| getting your camera. The address is Meadows Heights, quite far from Floyd \| downtown, in a chic neighbourhood. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| a red checked shirt (being worn) Floyd \| a coffee cup Floyd \| a mobile phone Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Hah, for a moment I thought we'd already gone"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x sammy"
	Floyd \| Sammy Garland, editor, and also creator of TTK. Your boss is quite Floyd \| cool; he's a hairy little man, chubby as a teddy bear, but you respect Floyd \| him a lot. He's a really good editor, because he understands the Floyd \| business while giving it a bit of his convictions, which gave the Floyd \| magazine this image of a gossip magazine with a clear and commited Floyd \| opinion. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Not quite yet."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x shirt"
	Floyd \| You're wearing a red checked shirt. Simple, but still, quite nice. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x coffee"
	Floyd \| (the coffee cup) Floyd \| The coffee cup you just took from the coffee dispenser. Still hot. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "My suspension of disbelief strains at this description"
			DavidW says, "If you're going to take pictures, you'll need something."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x phone"
	Floyd \| It's your mobile phone, the one you got a few months ago. It's a Floyd \| multifunction high-tech top-of-the-technology thing, with camera, Floyd \| video mode, dictaphone, music player, etc., etc. You aren't gonna use Floyd \| half of its functionnalities, but who does? It's a flip phone, so you Floyd \| have to open it to use it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		theclam says, "looks like we need a camera (and, optimally, a different shirt)"
			Fang asks (of DavidW), "can't we use the mobile?"
			DavidW says, "hm. I never tried it with the mobile. Maybe it'll work."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "open phone"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------		DrewMochak says, "And that one, actually. If you have the technical know-how to use teh camera on teh high-tech phoen oyu have you're gonna at elast know the modile number"
			minghua says, "I think a real camera makes better quality pictures."
			DavidW says (to minghua), "I'd hope so."
			minghua says, "No harm to bring both, I guess"
	minghua says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| > Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------		Fang exclaims, "a blurry badly framed picture improves its authenticity and helps with the youth demographic!"
			DrewMochak says, "Enh, depends on teh phone. There's a $460 phone I'm looking at that has an 8 megapixil camera"
			DrewMochak says, "and xenon flash"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "press enter"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| > Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| > Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang says (to Floyd), "press enter"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| > Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| > Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| You already have a camera, with a much better resolution - this one is Floyd \| useless, to tell the truth... Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	Fang pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| > Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------		minghua says, "Heh."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "p"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| > Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| You switch on the dictaphone mode, erasing previous data. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	Fang pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| > Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| You switch off the dictaphone mode. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	Fang pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| > Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| > Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| > Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone games Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = previous menu Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select a game: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Tetris Floyd \| Desert Wars: Dark Invisible Conflict Floyd \| Terrorists Edition (DEMO) Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------		Fang says, "oooh"
			Fang asks, "will the tetris on this crash floyd?"
			Fang asks, "I mean, are any of these games playable?"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone games Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = previous menu Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select a game: Floyd \|		DavidW says, "oh this is cute."
	Floyd \| Tetris Floyd \| > Desert Wars: Dark Invisible Conflict Floyd \| Terrorists Edition (DEMO) Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| You launch the game circumspectly. It's a game where you shoot on Floyd \| terrorists - it was in the phone when you bought it... Floyd \| Floyd \| The screen loads, you choose "New Game". Your mobile struggles to load Floyd \| 3D models, and freezes. Great, now you have to switch it off and start Floyd \| it again... Pff... Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.] Floyd \|		minghua says, "I wonder how a tetris game would work on floyd."
			DavidW says, "The Tetris is Zarf's Freefall, yes. I suspect Floyd would bungle it badly."
			Fang asks, "ah, so let's not?"
			DrewMochak says, "Space Invaders"
	Fang pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| > Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang says (to Floyd), "p"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| > Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang says (to Floyd), "p"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| > Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang says (to Floyd), "p"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang says (to Floyd), "press enter"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| > Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = previous menu Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Rebecca Floyd \| Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------		DavidW says, "s/Retour/Back/"
	Fang presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Rebecca is spending her holiday in Mexico. You'll have to wait! Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	Fang pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = previous menu Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Rebecca Floyd \| Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = previous menu Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| Rebecca Floyd \| > Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| It would be stupid: he's right in front of you. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	Fang pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = previous menu Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| Rebecca Floyd \| > Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = previous menu Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| Rebecca Floyd \| Sammy Floyd \| > Retour Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------		mulehollandaise says, "(oops, just noticed that I forgot to translate "Retour" !)"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "p"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| > Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang says (to Floyd), "press enter"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| > Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------		DavidW says (to mulehollandaise), "I think it's one of the few places the French is still there."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| > Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle, your teatime's long-brewed, boiling gossip!" Floyd \| You always thought this motto was a little bit silly, but it's quite Floyd \| original after all; it didn't stop this magazine to grow. In fact, Floyd \| sales are good, and the paper shows its difference from its rivals Floyd \| with a certain sense of ethics and reflexion - it still is a gossip Floyd \| magazine, but let's say that you take advantage of a higher status Floyd \| than your rivals. The editorial office is at the sixteenth floor of Floyd \| the building. Westwards, the window gives you a great view of the Floyd \| city; near it there's the coffee dispenser and metal tables. Floyd \| Eastwards, it's Sammy's office; your office is somewhere to the north, Floyd \| and if you want to leave there's an elevator at the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy is here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		minghua asks, "Go into our own office?"
			DavidW says, "I would, yes."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "ask sammy about Kymberley"
	Floyd \| "I told you, she jogs in Meadows Heights every morning. You know what Floyd \| she looks like, don't you? Yet another thin blonde knock-out with Floyd \| huge breasts - every man's fantasy. Until the next one, of course. She Floyd \| hasn't been seen publicly much recently. My sources told me she's put Floyd \| on a few kilos. One published photo of her bulge, and we can sell Floyd \| every woman proof that their men's latest fantasy has a little extra Floyd \| fat." Sammy chuckles. "Another useless article - one that's been made Floyd \| a thousand times before, but it fills the magazine and makes everyone Floyd \| happy." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "everyone except kymberley, I guess"
			minghua says (to Fang), "Yeah, I was thinking of that, too."
			DavidW says, "The 'kilos' is European too, I guess. They'd refer to 'pounds' in the States."
			DrewMochak says, "This dialogue does not strike me as terribly realistic"
			minghua asks, "Did the game say we are in the US (except the holiday in Mexico thing)?"
			mulehollandaise says, "say ..DavidW thanks for pointing it out"
			Fang says, "I guess the problem is that it's too him spewing at us"
	minghua says (to Floyd), "ask sammy about rebecca"
	Floyd \| "I really don't know." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		olethros says, "it's called 'exposition' fang!"
			DrewMochak says, "Yeh."
			Fang says, "oooh"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "ask sammy about magazine"
	Floyd \| "Sales are good, no problem..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "I mean dialogue is terribly difficult ot do in IF"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "ask sammy about me"		olethros says, "in that case, exposition concernign a well known everyday fact"
	Floyd \| "As always, you're very well dressed!" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "say "I beg your pardon?""
	Floyd \| (to Sammy Garland) Floyd \| There is no reply. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "smack him"
	Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		olethros says, "people pile on the decigrams when they overeat"
			minghua says (to Fang), "Violence is not the answer here."
			Fang asks, "poison?"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle, your teatime's long-brewed, boiling gossip!" Floyd \| You always thought this motto was a little bit silly, but it's quite Floyd \| original after all; it didn't stop this magazine to grow. In fact, Floyd \| sales are good, and the paper shows its difference from its rivals Floyd \| with a certain sense of ethics and reflexion - it still is a gossip Floyd \| magazine, but let's say that you take advantage of a higher status Floyd \| than your rivals. The editorial office is at the sixteenth floor of Floyd \| the building. Westwards, the window gives you a great view of the Floyd \| city; near it there's the coffee dispenser and metal tables. Floyd \| Eastwards, it's Sammy's office; your office is somewhere to the north, Floyd \| and if you want to leave there's an elevator at the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy is here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "north"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Your office Floyd \| You're one of the few journalists to have an office at the editorial Floyd \| office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle"; the magazine hires copywriters and Floyd \| free-lance journalists, but you have your own office to write your Floyd \| articles. Nothing special about the room itself: all messed up, papers Floyd \| everywhere on the desk, your computer and a few chairs. It's your base Floyd \| camp, where you go to write your articles, to sort photos, to search Floyd \| information, in a nutshell: to do your job. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see a camera here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	olethros has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge.
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x camera"
	Floyd \| Your professional camera. You became progressively expert in Floyd \| photographs, becoming quicker and more precise, and mastering every Floyd \| mode and switch for an optimal quality. Well, as optimal as possible, Floyd \| because the quality of a papparazzi photo isn't great, of course. You Floyd \| like having it with you, although photos became less important Floyd \| recently in your career since you're now focusing on collecting Floyd \| information. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Gunther arrives, full of funk, but no fun.
	Fang says (to Floyd), "take camera"
	Floyd \| Taken. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "s"		* Gunther has joined the channel.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle, your teatime's long-brewed, boiling gossip!" Floyd \| You always thought this motto was a little bit silly, but it's quite Floyd \| original after all; it didn't stop this magazine to grow. In fact, Floyd \| sales are good, and the paper shows its difference from its rivals Floyd \| with a certain sense of ethics and reflexion - it still is a gossip Floyd \| magazine, but let's say that you take advantage of a higher status Floyd \| than your rivals. The editorial office is at the sixteenth floor of Floyd \| the building. Westwards, the window gives you a great view of the Floyd \| city; near it there's the coffee dispenser and metal tables. Floyd \| Eastwards, it's Sammy's office; your office is somewhere to the north, Floyd \| and if you want to leave there's an elevator at the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy is here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "shoot sammy"
	Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "take photo"
	Floyd \| There's nothing worth photographing here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "x city"
	Floyd \| By the window, at the sixteenth floor, you can see a great part of the Floyd \| city. The building's neighbourhood isn't exactly buzzing, contrary to Floyd \| downtown streets filled with noises and cars, but you can at times see Floyd \| some cars and taxis in front of the building. Far away, you can see Floyd \| the hills around the city, with celebrities' luxuous villas hidden Floyd \| behind the trees. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "drink coffee"
	Floyd \| (the coffee cup) Floyd \| You drink your coffee and throw the cup in one of the bins around Floyd \| there. Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy gazes at you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| a camera Floyd \| a red checked shirt (being worn) Floyd \| a mobile phone Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "(Sammy has nothing better to do, I guess. :) )"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "take off shirt"
	Floyd \| You don't want to be naked here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang exclaims, "guess it isn't that kind of game!"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle, your teatime's long-brewed, boiling gossip!" Floyd \| You always thought this motto was a little bit silly, but it's quite Floyd \| original after all; it didn't stop this magazine to grow. In fact, Floyd \| sales are good, and the paper shows its difference from its rivals Floyd \| with a certain sense of ethics and reflexion - it still is a gossip Floyd \| magazine, but let's say that you take advantage of a higher status Floyd \| than your rivals. The editorial office is at the sixteenth floor of Floyd \| the building. Westwards, the window gives you a great view of the Floyd \| city; near it there's the coffee dispenser and metal tables. Floyd \| Eastwards, it's Sammy's office; your office is somewhere to the north, Floyd \| and if you want to leave there's an elevator at the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy is here. Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy looks at you, smiling. You smile back. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Not yet, anyway."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "frown"
	Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Sammy is in front of you, there's no point in entering his office. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "I wonder if I would have gotten more votes if I showed Kristen's stripper faze"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "ne"
	Floyd \| You can't go that way. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang asks, "where's sophie's office?"
			minghua asks, "Who is Sophie?"
			DavidW says, "Sofia"
			DavidW says, "And her office is north."
			Fang says, "oh her"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Your office Floyd \| You're one of the few journalists to have an office at the editorial Floyd \| office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle"; the magazine hires copywriters and Floyd \| free-lance journalists, but you have your own office to write your Floyd \| articles. Nothing special about the room itself: all messed up, papers Floyd \| everywhere on the desk, your computer and a few chairs. It's your base Floyd \| camp, where you go to write your articles, to sort photos, to search Floyd \| information, in a nutshell: to do your job. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle, your teatime's long-brewed, boiling gossip!" Floyd \| You always thought this motto was a little bit silly, but it's quite Floyd \| original after all; it didn't stop this magazine to grow. In fact, Floyd \| sales are good, and the paper shows its difference from its rivals Floyd \| with a certain sense of ethics and reflexion - it still is a gossip Floyd \| magazine, but let's say that you take advantage of a higher status Floyd \| than your rivals. The editorial office is at the sixteenth floor of Floyd \| the building. Westwards, the window gives you a great view of the Floyd \| city; near it there's the coffee dispenser and metal tables. Floyd \| Eastwards, it's Sammy's office; your office is somewhere to the north, Floyd \| and if you want to leave there's an elevator at the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy is here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "x elevator"
	Floyd \| A simple elevator, the one you take every day to go up to the Floyd \| editorial office. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| By the window, at the sixteenth floor? No, no, no. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "look through window"
	Floyd \| You find nothing of interest. Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy looks at you, smiling. You smile back. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| In front of the paper's building Floyd \| In this building, to the north, there's the editorial office of Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle", at the sixteenth floor, but you still can go Floyd \| somewhere else by heading to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Incidently, it was probably a bit confusing to name three of the characters with S names, especially Sammy and Samantha."
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "strap sammy into the awesome makeout machine"
	Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		djfletch says, "games never get "look through window" right"
			Fang says, "this smiling from sammy is getting really creepy"
			minghua says (to Fang), "Maybe you just tried taking off shirt a little bit too early."
	minghua says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Meadows Heights Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Meadows Heights Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Your flat Floyd \| This is your little flat with two rooms, downtown. Rather functional Floyd \| and bright, you really like it. In the sitting-room, there's a table, Floyd \| a few chairs, and a sofa: that's where you usually work. The kitchen Floyd \| is westwards, and your bedroom and the bathroom are eastwards. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Your flat Floyd \| This is your little flat with two rooms, downtown. Rather functional Floyd \| and bright, you really like it. In the sitting-room, there's a table, Floyd \| a few chairs, and a sofa: that's where you usually work. The kitchen Floyd \| is westwards, and your bedroom and the bathroom are eastwards. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
			minghua says, "So are these elevators or teleporters? Geez."
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "xyzzy"
	Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang asks, "you work on a sofa?"
			DavidW says, "No, no."
			DrewMochak says, "I work in bed"
			DavidW says, "There's just a menu for traveling."
			Fang says (to DW), "I think we can do with some transition text, though"
			DavidW says, "yes, transition text would be a plus."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x sofa"
	Floyd \| Your old sofa, brought from your parents' house. He can be used as a Floyd \| bed for guests, but since you've got a more comfortable king size bed Floyd \| your best friend doesn't sleep there anymore when she comes. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "look under it"
	Floyd \| You find nothing of interest. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x table"
	Floyd \| A wooden table made of teck, upon which you often work or eat. It Floyd \| comes from a scandinavian furniture seller, and is very solid. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "I have no problem with a menu for travel. But I do mind it with the clothing."
			Fang asks, "the sofa is a he?"
			minghua asks, "So sofa is a "he"?"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x chairs"
	Floyd \| These are wooden chair, on which you sit to work on the table. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "I'm guessing that's a mistranslation"
			theclam asks (of davidw), "the clothing?"
			DavidW says, "That should be 'it'."
			DrewMochak says, "scandanavian furnature, eh"
			DrewMochak exclaims, "Come in i geev u goot prices!"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "sit on chair"
	Floyd \| You don't feel the need to rest. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says (to theclam), "We're getting to it. Eventually."
			theclam says, "alrighty then"
			DrewMochak says, "I think the parser just turned Scandanavian along with teh furnature"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| You have nothing to do in the kitchen for now. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Your bedroom Floyd \| Your bedroom's furniture are essentially your king-size bed and your Floyd \| bedside table. In a corner of the room, near the window, there's a Floyd \| cupboard with your clothes. The bathroom is to the south, your Floyd \| sitting-room to the west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x bed"
	Floyd \| It's your king size bed, but nothing in particular to say about it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "This game was originally written in French, guys. I suppose the French word for sofa uses the male gender."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x cupboard"
	Floyd \| Your big wooden cupboard, containing all your wardrobe, which is Floyd \| enough to fill it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x clothes"
	Floyd \| You're wearing a red checked shirt. Simple, but still, quite nice. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "open cupboard"		DrewMochak says, "Oh, well, okay then."
			Fang says, "hmm"
			djfletch says, "yeah we really ought to wear more than just a shirt"
			mulehollandaise says (to DavidW), "exactly : "le canap?""
	DavidW pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Among the clothes you own, there are a few you'd like to wear today... Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Dress Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| What will you wear today? Floyd \| Floyd \| > white blouse Floyd \| (back) Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "examine vajayjay"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Dress Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| What will you wear today? Floyd \| Floyd \| white blouse Floyd \| > (back) Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
			Fang says, "yeah, the menus are maybe a bit unnecessary"
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "Select "Sharp Dressed Woman" on iPod"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Dress Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| What will you wear today? Floyd \| Floyd \| white blouse Floyd \| > (back) Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Kye arrives, ready to play with the toys.		minghua says (to DrewMochak), "Ugh."
			Fang says, "and a bit inconsistent, mimesis wise"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Dress Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| What will you wear today? Floyd \| Floyd \| > white blouse Floyd \| (back) Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	Fang presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| You put on the white blouse, with a jean to go along with. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]		DavidW says, "I think menus were excellent for travel and the phone, but for clothing, it was a serious error."
			DrewMochak says, "It's convenient, and it works, but a tad gimmicy"
			DrewMochak says, "It's probably a lot cooler when you're not playing it on Floyd"
			Fang says (to DavidW), "I liked the phone, since I thought it was emulating the menu on the phone"
			DavidW says, "Note that you can't examine the blouse here."
			minghua says, "I wouldn't mind the clothes menu that much if it has more than one choice..."
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Dress Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| What will you wear today? Floyd \| Floyd \| > red checked shirt Floyd \| (back) Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------		DavidW says (to minghua), "You can buy clothing downtown."
			Fang says, "if I was redoing the travel, you could have the travel menu be, e.g. on a gps system"
			DavidW says, "And get more choices that way."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "q"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Your bedroom Floyd \| Your bedroom's furniture are essentially your king-size bed and your Floyd \| bedside table. In a corner of the room, near the window, there's a Floyd \| cupboard with your clothes. The bathroom is to the south, your Floyd \| sitting-room to the west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x me"
	Floyd \| You're tall, red-headed, quite thin, and pretty, or so they say; Floyd \| you're a perfectly normal twenty-six-year old young woman. A reporter Floyd \| for the "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" for a few years now, you're known to be Floyd \| tenacious, frank and clear-headed. You'd agree with that. Floyd \| You're wearing a white blouse. Quite simple, but it fits you quite Floyd \| good, and it's low-cut in order to make you look very attractive. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x window"
	Floyd \| You can see the street by the window. A few cars sometimes pass, but Floyd \| generally it's a quiet neighbourhood. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Meh, most of my gripes are now moot and petty in the context of this being a translation from a forign language"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| You have nothing to do in the bathroom for now. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		djfletch asks, "anything else to do here or shall we go and take photos or something?"
			DavidW says, "I hope there's no clock in this game. Kymberley would have finished jogging by now if there were."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Your flat Floyd \| This is your little flat with two rooms, downtown. Rather functional Floyd \| and bright, you really like it. In the sitting-room, there's a table, Floyd \| a few chairs, and a sofa: that's where you usually work. The kitchen Floyd \| is westwards, and your bedroom and the bathroom are eastwards. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "That's the idea. I'm hoping to catch her just as she's changing out of her outfit"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "out"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Meadows Heights Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| > Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Meadows Heights Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| > Downtown shops Floyd \| Meadows Heights Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------		minghua says, "I say work first, shopping later."
			djfletch says, "ok"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subject P = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| > Meadows Heights Floyd \| Back Floyd \| ----------------------------------------------------------------------		DrewMochak says, "This part is realistic though, and why you could never hire a woman for this kind of assignment: picking out the wardrobe would make her late for the drop"
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Heights Floyd \| Meadows Heights' neighbourhood is quite a fancy one; today it's sunny Floyd \| and not too hot yet. There's a beautiful and quiet park to the south: Floyd \| if your information are correct Kymberley Spicey is running there. You Floyd \| can go back to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Heights Floyd \| Meadows Heights' neighbourhood is quite a fancy one; today it's sunny Floyd \| and not too hot yet. There's a beautiful and quiet park to the south: Floyd \| if your information are correct Kymberley Spicey is running there. You Floyd \| can go back to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	[movie] olethros tries to finish Brazil.
	[music] K-Y says, "oh, hmm, new Delerium single coming"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Entrance Floyd \| If you look at the map, Meadows Park is a huge park. It won't be easy Floyd \| to find Kimberley. The good thing is that at this time of the day Floyd \| there are very few people, but in general this park is never crowded. Floyd \| The entrance is at the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak asks, "Is her last name really 'spicy'?"
			DavidW says, "Spicey"
			theclam asks, "does the camera need to be prepped?"
			djfletch says, "it's probably a stage name"
	theclam says (to Floyd), "x camera"
	Floyd \| Your professional camera. You became progressively expert in Floyd \| photographs, becoming quicker and more precise, and mastering every Floyd \| mode and switch for an optimal quality. Well, as optimal as possible, Floyd \| because the quality of a papparazzi photo isn't great, of course. You Floyd \| like having it with you, although photos became less important Floyd \| recently in your career since you're now focusing on collecting Floyd \| information. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "take photo"
	Floyd \| There's nothing worth photographing here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "photograph me"
	Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		theclam says, "guess not"
			DavidW says, "I had trouble using this camera. I had guess-the-verb trouble."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. Here, you can leave the park by the Floyd \| north. Floyd \| Floyd \| As you enter the park, Kymberley Spicey, the one and only, runs in Floyd \| front of you! You try to take your camera, but too late. Darn, now Floyd \| you'll have to run after her. Floyd \| Kymberley Spicey continues her jogging and runs away. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "I'd just love the opportunity to try >shoot starlet"
			DavidW says, "The game doesn't know the verbs 'photograph' or 'shoot'. You have to 'take a picture'."
	Gerynar has disconnected.
	Gerynar dons a beanie, spins the propeller and flies off to his apartment.		Fang says, "it'd be nice if we know which direction she ran away"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "follow kymberley"
	Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x kymberley"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x kymberley"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| > Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says (to Fang), "yes."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. Here alleys running from north to south Floyd \| and from east to west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "'follow' doesn't work either."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Fountain Floyd \| You are at the center of the park: gravel alleys come from every Floyd \| direction to converge on a big marble fountain. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. Here alleys running from north to south Floyd \| and from east to west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "jog"
	Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. The park border is on the east, and the Floyd \| alleys follow the north, south or west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. The park border is on the east, and the Floyd \| alleys follow the north, south or west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		minghua says, "Oh great, a park maze."
			Fang asks, "are we supposed to map this?"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. The gravel alley follows the border of Floyd \| the park, running from north to west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| It's the park's border. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. The park border is on the south, and the Floyd \| alleys follow the north, east or west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. The park border is on the south, and the Floyd \| alleys follow the north, east or west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "No. It's a 5x5 grid, I think."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. The park border is on the south, and the Floyd \| alleys follow the north, east or west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Not a maze."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. The gravel alley follows the border of Floyd \| the park, running from north to east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| It's the park's border. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. The park border is on the west, and the Floyd \| alleys follow the north, south or east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. The park border is on the west, and the Floyd \| alleys follow the north, south or east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. The park border is on the west, and the Floyd \| alleys follow the north, south or east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. There's a bench, here, but no one is Floyd \| sitting there; you can sit on it and contemplate to fountain. Here Floyd \| alleys running from north to south and from east to west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. Here alleys running from north to south Floyd \| and from east to west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. Here, you can leave the park by the Floyd \| north. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Entrance Floyd \| If you look at the map, Meadows Park is a huge park. It won't be easy Floyd \| to find Kimberley. The good thing is that at this time of the day Floyd \| there are very few people, but in general this park is never crowded. Floyd \| The entrance is at the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. Here, you can leave the park by the Floyd \| north. Floyd \| Kymberley Spicey continues her jogging and runs away. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Entrance Floyd \| If you look at the map, Meadows Park is a huge park. It won't be easy Floyd \| to find Kimberley. The good thing is that at this time of the day Floyd \| there are very few people, but in general this park is never crowded. Floyd \| The entrance is at the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. Here, you can leave the park by the Floyd \| north. Floyd \| Kymberley Spicey continues her jogging and runs away. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "huh"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. The park border is on the north, and the Floyd \| alleys follow the south, east or west. Floyd \| Kymberley Spicey continues her jogging and runs away. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. The gravel alley follows the border of Floyd \| the park, running from east to south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "undo"
	Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| [Previous turn undone.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. There's a bench, here, but no one is Floyd \| sitting there; you can sit on it and contemplate to fountain. Here Floyd \| alleys running from north to south and from east to west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		theclam says, "maybe try staying in one spot and waiting"
			DavidW says, "heh. I guess entering the park moves Kym to that location regardless."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "undo"
	Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| [Previous turn undone.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >		minghua says, "We missed a bench and fountain place."
			DavidW says, "The fountain is in the center of the park."
			Fang says, "well, someone else try"
			minghua says, "Maybe we sit there and wait."
	minghua says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. The park border is on the north, and the Floyd \| alleys follow the south, east or west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang says, "well, common sense says we just guard the entrance"
	minghua says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| Meadows Park isn't a tropical forest, but still it's a quite big and Floyd \| beautiful park. A few hedges, tall trees and gravel alleys: it's a Floyd \| quiet, calm and clean place. Here, you can leave the park by the Floyd \| north. Floyd \| Kymberley Spicey is running a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "take a picture"
	Floyd \| You already have that. Floyd \| Kymberley Spicey continues her jogging and runs away. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo"
	Floyd \| Meadows Park Floyd \| [Previous turn undone.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "take photo"
	Floyd \| You quickly hide behind a hedge and take out your camera. Snap-snap, Floyd \| snap-snap, you take a dozen photographs. It'll be enough, there surely Floyd \| is one good photo among them. Floyd \| Kymberley Spicey continues her jogging and runs away. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "yay"
			djfletch says, "mission accomplished"
			Fang says, "I didn't quite like this puzzle"
			DrewMochak says, "ZOMG A PUZZEL!11oneone"
			DavidW says, "yup"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x camera"
	Floyd \| Your professional camera. You became progressively expert in Floyd \| photographs, becoming quicker and more precise, and mastering every Floyd \| mode and switch for an optimal quality. Well, as optimal as possible, Floyd \| because the quality of a papparazzi photo isn't great, of course. You Floyd \| like having it with you, although photos became less important Floyd \| recently in your career since you're now focusing on collecting Floyd \| information. Floyd \| Kymberley Spicey is running a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		minghua asks, "So that's it?"
			Fang asks, "is mrs spicey basically running in place?"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x kymberley"
	Floyd \| Kymberley is dressed for her jogging: she's wearing a pink sleeveless Floyd \| shirt, sunglasses and earphones plugged into her ears. You don't have Floyd \| to run after her anymore: you already have a picture of her. Floyd \| Kymberley Spicey continues her jogging and runs away. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "haha"
			DrewMochak says, "No, try goign back to the office"
			DavidW says (to minghua), "yup. Go to Sammykins."
			Kye says, "She's running around us in circles."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Park Entrance Floyd \| If you look at the map, Meadows Park is a huge park. It won't be easy Floyd \| to find Kimberley. The good thing is that at this time of the day Floyd \| there are very few people, but in general this park is never crowded. Floyd \| The entrance is at the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Meadows Heights Floyd \| Meadows Heights' neighbourhood is quite a fancy one; today it's sunny Floyd \| and not too hot yet. There's a beautiful and quiet park to the south: Floyd \| if your information are correct Kymberley Spicey is running there. You Floyd \| can go back to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Meadows Heights Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| > Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Meadows Heights Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Fang presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| In front of the paper's building Floyd \| In this building, to the north, there's the editorial office of Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle", at the sixteenth floor, but you still can go Floyd \| somewhere else by heading to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| In front of the paper's building Floyd \| In this building, to the north, there's the editorial office of Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle", at the sixteenth floor, but you still can go Floyd \| somewhere else by heading to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| > Floyd \| I beg your pardon? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle, your teatime's long-brewed, boiling gossip!" Floyd \| You always thought this motto was a little bit silly, but it's quite Floyd \| original after all; it didn't stop this magazine to grow. In fact, Floyd \| sales are good, and the paper shows its difference from its rivals Floyd \| with a certain sense of ethics and reflexion - it still is a gossip
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| magazine, but let's say that you take advantage of a higher status Floyd \| than your rivals. The editorial office is at the sixteenth floor of Floyd \| the building. Westwards, the window gives you a great view of the Floyd \| city; near it there's the coffee dispenser and metal tables. Floyd \| Eastwards, it's Sammy's office; your office is somewhere to the north, Floyd \| and if you want to leave there's an elevator at the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy is here. Floyd \| Floyd \| > Floyd \| Floyd \| Your office Floyd \| You're one of the few journalists to have an office at the editorial Floyd \| office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle"; the magazine hires copywriters and Floyd \| free-lance journalists, but you have your own office to write your Floyd \| articles. Nothing special about the room itself: all messed up, papers Floyd \| everywhere on the desk, your computer and a few chairs. It's your base Floyd \| camp, where you go to write your articles, to sort photos, to search Floyd \| information, in a nutshell: to do your job. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "undo"
	Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| [Previous turn undone.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "talk to sammy"
	Floyd \| "So, have you got these photos?" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "show picturs to sammy"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "yes"
	Floyd \| That was a rhetorical question. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "show pictures to sammy"
	Floyd \| You waye your camera at Sammy. "Here are your photos!" Floyd \| "Good! Show me." Floyd \| He goes through your camera's memory card, and nods with a satisfied Floyd \| face. "I saw a few that would be perfect for the article. Good work, Floyd \| Sofia - can you send me these by e-mail?" Floyd \| "Right away, boss."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "talk to sammy"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| > Floyd \| "Yeah, what do you want to tell me?" Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy reads a text message, and enters a quick reply. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Your office Floyd \| You're one of the few journalists to have an office at the editorial Floyd \| office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle"; the magazine hires copywriters and Floyd \| free-lance journalists, but you have your own office to write your Floyd \| articles. Nothing special about the room itself: all messed up, papers Floyd \| everywhere on the desk, your computer and a few chairs. It's your base Floyd \| camp, where you go to write your articles, to sort photos, to search Floyd \| information, in a nutshell: to do your job. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua says (to Floyd), "x computer"
	Floyd \| It's your faithful computer, the one you use at the office. Not a very Floyd \| powerful computer - paid by the magazine - but it's enough for doing Floyd \| what you need to do, ergo notepad, picture editor, Internet and your Floyd \| e-mails. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Fang asks, "why does he need his secretary to do that?"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "log on to ifmud"
	Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		minghua says, "Apparently, Sammy doesn't know how to use our fancy camera."
	Fang says (to Floyd), "sit"
	Floyd \| What do you want to sit on top of? Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "He just DOES OK"
	Fang says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle, your teatime's long-brewed, boiling gossip!" Floyd \| You always thought this motto was a little bit silly, but it's quite Floyd \| original after all; it didn't stop this magazine to grow. In fact, Floyd \| sales are good, and the paper shows its difference from its rivals Floyd \| with a certain sense of ethics and reflexion - it still is a gossip Floyd \| magazine, but let's say that you take advantage of a higher status Floyd \| than your rivals. The editorial office is at the sixteenth floor of Floyd \| the building. Westwards, the window gives you a great view of the Floyd \| city; near it there's the coffee dispenser and metal tables. Floyd \| Eastwards, it's Sammy's office; your office is somewhere to the north, Floyd \| and if you want to leave there's an elevator at the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy is here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "sit on sammy"
	Floyd \| That's not something you can sit down on. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Your office Floyd \| You're one of the few journalists to have an office at the editorial Floyd \| office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle"; the magazine hires copywriters and Floyd \| free-lance journalists, but you have your own office to write your Floyd \| articles. Nothing special about the room itself: all messed up, papers Floyd \| everywhere on the desk, your computer and a few chairs. It's your base Floyd \| camp, where you go to write your articles, to sort photos, to search Floyd \| information, in a nutshell: to do your job. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "sit on chair"
	Floyd \| You don't feel like sitting. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "x desk"
	Floyd \| A wooden desk, large and solid, but swarmed by papers for now, Floyd \| supportaing your computer's screen, keyboard, and mouse. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "turn computer on"
	Floyd \| You switch on your computer to send photos to Sammy. You plug your Floyd \| camera into the computer and cut and paste the files onto your hard Floyd \| drive, in a folder named "Spicey jogging". A quick, but expert, glance Floyd \| at them and you erase the blurry or useless photos. You send the Floyd \| half-dozen files remaining to zeboss@ttk.com. Floyd \|
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "strip"
	Floyd \| Oh yeah, you have to write your article about yesterday's cocktail Floyd \| party. You do it without thinking: the night wasn't so interesting, Floyd \| well in fact as interesting as usual... These kinds of articles you Floyd \| can write for each issue, to fill the pages... But anyway you do your Floyd \| best to write something good: you ask a lot of questions, write a lot Floyd \| of understatements, hypothesis... Even the slightest information can Floyd \| fill a paragraph, if you know how to do this job. Floyd \| Floyd \| Once it's finished, you switch your computer off and go home. Floyd \|		minghua says, "On second thought, though, it did say "he went through the memory card"..."
			theclam says, "that's quite the fancy computer, if it did all that just by turning it on"
			DrewMochak says, "It even wrote the article for us"
	djfletch \| TTK.com sells the latest in low voltage switches and accessories! Our digital switches offer the highest quality and best features in the residential, commercial, and industrial controls marketplace.		Fang asks, "write understatements?"
			mulehollandaise exclaims (at djfletch), "I didn't know it existed!"
			theclam asks (of djfletch), "what?"
			djfletch says, "just pasting from ttk.com"
			djfletch says, "yeah I think I heard that every three letter .com was taken a few years back"
			DavidW says, "wow"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \|
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| This is your life. Funny job, when you think about it. One one hand Floyd \| you can see it as a shameless intrusion into people's private lives. Floyd \| You hide to take photos, always get second-hand information, spread Floyd \| some more information, spread the rumor. In the public field, your job Floyd \| is really not well perceived. Floyd \|		DavidW says, "ah. seque."
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| But on the other hand, in the private field, it's very differently Floyd \| perceived. The moral instinct of every man and woman is to criticize Floyd \| gossip columns, but their social, gregarious instinct reads them with Floyd \| much interest. You understood quite quickly this duality. The Floyd \| celebrities themselves are subjected to the same duality: they openly Floyd \| say that they are against this press, the paparazzis and their Floyd \| incursions in their private life; but when you dig a little deeper, Floyd \| you find out that a substantial part of the information you're dealing Floyd \| with is provided by the celebrities themselves, and a lot of rumors Floyd \| were invented and spread by these little perfect smiling people. Floyd \| Gossip magazines are, for them, a way to harm a rival, to make people Floyd \| talk about them, to appear kind and sympathetic and closer to the Floyd \| average person because they go to the grocer just like them. You Floyd \| sometimes wonder if the journalists themselves aren't the most lucid Floyd \| people in this world. Floyd \|		mulehollandaise says, "Floyd didn't display the banner"
			DavidW says (to mulehollandaise), "sorry, but yeah. Floyd can't do status lines or box quotes."
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| But, had "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" been a simple, tasteless gossip Floyd \| magazine, you'd never have taken the job. But one of this magazine's Floyd \| assets is Sammy: he's the man who gave this so peculiar tone to the Floyd \| magazine, and finally who gave his magazine bigger prospects than Floyd \| being just another gutter magazine. You respect him for that, and so Floyd \| do many people. Of course, the magazine can't avoid writing dull Floyd \| articles whose sole purpose is to fill the pages of the next issue; Floyd \| but the magazine is keen to show that it's different, by precisely, Floyd \| and in a clear-headed way, analyzing information, and explaining what Floyd \| it really means. Tracking a shameless rumor to reveal its creator, Floyd \| analyzing a sentence said by a star to show the true intent, showing Floyd \| symbols and ideologies used in an advertising campaign... TTK's style Floyd \| is sharp and powerful, and appears more as a shepherd than as a sheep Floyd \| following the flock. Floyd \|
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| You're okay with that. At the beginning you took the job to pay the Floyd \| bills, but you gradually perceived the magazine's appeal, and what you Floyd \| could do in your articles. You discovered the complexity of social Floyd \| interactions between celebrities, in this world so elitist and yet so Floyd \| childish. You improved your understanding of communication campaigns. Floyd \| You learnt to be clear-headed. And slowly, year after year, you became Floyd \| one of the most competent reporters at the magazine; you witnessed Floyd \| your popularity rising, and your articles being more and more noticed, Floyd \| quoted, your arguments used elsewhere, and your influence as a Floyd \| journalist growing. You really like feeling that. You think about Floyd \| keeping this job another few years, and then changing your operating Floyd \| field to a more respectable press, where you'd make yourself noticed Floyd \| by everyone. Floyd \|		Fang says, "I'm guessing we are going to end up stumbling on some horrible Truth"
			minghua says, "Wow, that's a long lecture about tabloid magazines."
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| For now, you have to go to the editorial office: Sammy left you a Floyd \| message saying to meet him there. Floyd \|
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Your flat Floyd \| This is your little flat with two rooms, downtown. Rather functional Floyd \| and bright, you really like it. In the sitting-room, there's a table, Floyd \| a few chairs, and a sofa: that's where you usually work. The kitchen Floyd \| is westwards, and your bedroom and the bathroom are eastwards. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "out"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| > Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| In front of the paper's building Floyd \| In this building, to the north, there's the editorial office of Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle", at the sixteenth floor, but you still can go Floyd \| somewhere else by heading to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| In front of the paper's building Floyd \| In this building, to the north, there's the editorial office of Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle", at the sixteenth floor, but you still can go Floyd \| somewhere else by heading to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle, your teatime's long-brewed, boiling gossip!" Floyd \| You always thought this motto was a little bit silly, but it's quite Floyd \| original after all; it didn't stop this magazine to grow. In fact, Floyd \| sales are good, and the paper shows its difference from its rivals Floyd \| with a certain sense of ethics and reflexion - it still is a gossip Floyd \| magazine, but let's say that you take advantage of a higher status Floyd \| than your rivals. The editorial office is at the sixteenth floor of Floyd \| the building. Westwards, the window gives you a great view of the Floyd \| city; near it there's the coffee dispenser and metal tables. Floyd \| Eastwards, it's Sammy's office; your office is somewhere to the north, Floyd \| and if you want to leave there's an elevator at the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy is here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "talk to sammy"
	Floyd \| "What's going on, Sammy?" Floyd \| "Here you are!I just learned that a cocktail party is being organised Floyd \| tonight on Thunder Hill... a very select party, exclusively for Floyd \| celebrities..." Floyd \| "No journalists?" Floyd \| "Well, that's the moment where the magazine's reputation is useful. Floyd \| They called me a few minutes ago, and told me that only one journalist Floyd \| may come there: the one from TTK. You see, it seems that those people Floyd \| don't like gossip magazines, but they've got some things to say these Floyd \| days... Choosing our magazine appears as a lesser evil - I must say Floyd \| I'm glad..." he says with evident satisfaction. Floyd \| "Does that mean I'm going to this party?" Floyd \| "Precisely. Collect as much information as you can, I think that Floyd \| they've got things to say if they want a journalist at their party..." Floyd \| Floyd \| This is good news, but you don't really have an evening gown ready for Floyd \| tonight... Floyd \| Sammy looks at you with a questioning look. "I'll do it, boss" you Floyd \| tell him. You'll find an evening gown before tonight... Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| In front of the paper's building Floyd \| In this building, to the north, there's the editorial office of Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle", at the sixteenth floor, but you still can go Floyd \| somewhere else by heading to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| > Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	Fang says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| > Downtown shops Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	Fang presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| You admit that you like to go shopping. For clothes, you've got your Floyd \| favorite address: a shop that often sells things you like. You often Floyd \| come here; some of the sales assistants ended up knowing your name. In Floyd \| fact there's Samantha behind the desk, and she smiles at you. You can Floyd \| exit to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| You admit that you like to go shopping. For clothes, you've got your Floyd \| favorite address: a shop that often sells things you like. You often Floyd \| come here; some of the sales assistants ended up knowing your name. In Floyd \| fact there's Samantha behind the desk, and she smiles at you. You can Floyd \| exit to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "buy swimsuit"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang says (to Floyd), "talk to sam"		djfletch says, "hehe"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Buy clothes Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select clothes to buy them: Floyd \| Floyd \| > haute couture evening dress Floyd \| sexy evening dress Floyd \| black evening dress Floyd \| flower-printed dress Floyd \| (back) Floyd \|		DavidW says, "Yet another menu. And again, we can't examine the clothes this way."
			Fang says, "guess there's no small talk"
			Fang asks, "can we buy all the dresses?"
			DrewMochak says, "I need to restart, please do not move onto Obituary without me."
			DavidW says (to Fang), "We can, I think. We are rich."
	Kye poofs in a puff of smoke.
			theclam says, "I vote for the black dress"
			DavidW says, "Of course, we can only wear one at a time."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Buy clothes Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select clothes to buy them: Floyd \| Floyd \| haute couture evening dress Floyd \| > sexy evening dress Floyd \| black evening dress Floyd \| flower-printed dress Floyd \| (back) Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Buy clothes Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select clothes to buy them: Floyd \| Floyd \| haute couture evening dress Floyd \| sexy evening dress Floyd \| > black evening dress Floyd \| flower-printed dress Floyd \| (back) Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| You buy the black evening dress. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| [ Like every of the clothes you'll buy, this piece of clothing doesn't Floyd \| appear in your inventory, and will be in your cupboard next time Floyd \| you'll want to wear it. ] Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Buy clothes Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select clothes to buy them: Floyd \| Floyd \| > haute couture evening dress Floyd \| sexy evening dress Floyd \| flower-printed dress Floyd \| (back) Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| No, it's far too expensive ! You'd better choose a more affordable Floyd \| dress. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Buy clothes Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select clothes to buy them: Floyd \| Floyd \| > haute couture evening dress Floyd \| sexy evening dress Floyd \| flower-printed dress Floyd \| (back) Floyd \|		minghua says, "I said there is teleporters in this game, heh."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Buy clothes Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select clothes to buy them: Floyd \| Floyd \| haute couture evening dress Floyd \| > sexy evening dress Floyd \| flower-printed dress Floyd \| (back) Floyd \|		Fang asks (of djfletch), "black, for the stealth factor?"
			DavidW says, "'every' is odd there. 'Like all of the clothes' would be better."
			djfletch says, "ninja journalist"
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| You buy the sexy evening dress. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Buy clothes Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select clothes to buy them: Floyd \| Floyd \| > haute couture evening dress Floyd \| flower-printed dress Floyd \| (back) Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Buy clothes Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select clothes to buy them: Floyd \| Floyd \| haute couture evening dress Floyd \| > flower-printed dress Floyd \| (back) Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| You buy the flower-printed dress. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Buy clothes Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select clothes to buy them: Floyd \| Floyd \| > haute couture evening dress Floyd \| (back) Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "q"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| You admit that you like to go shopping. For clothes, you've got your Floyd \| favorite address: a shop that often sells things you like. You often Floyd \| come here; some of the sales assistants ended up knowing your name. In Floyd \| fact there's Samantha behind the desk, and she smiles at you. You can Floyd \| exit to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Your flat Floyd \| This is your little flat with two rooms, downtown. Rather functional Floyd \| and bright, you really like it. In the sitting-room, there's a table, Floyd \| a few chairs, and a sofa: that's where you usually work. The kitchen Floyd \| is westwards, and your bedroom and the bathroom are eastwards. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Your flat Floyd \| This is your little flat with two rooms, downtown. Rather functional Floyd \| and bright, you really like it. In the sitting-room, there's a table, Floyd \| a few chairs, and a sofa: that's where you usually work. The kitchen Floyd \| is westwards, and your bedroom and the bathroom are eastwards. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Your bedroom Floyd \| Your bedroom's furniture are essentially your king-size bed and your Floyd \| bedside table. In a corner of the room, near the window, there's a Floyd \| cupboard with your clothes. The bathroom is to the south, your Floyd \| sitting-room to the west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "look in cupboard"		DavidW asks, "Sammy smiles at you. Samantha smiles at you. Coincidence?"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "press space"
	Floyd \| Among the clothes you own, there are a few you'd like to wear today... Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Dress Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| What will you wear today? Floyd \| Floyd \| > flower-printed dress Floyd \| sexy evening dress Floyd \| black evening dress Floyd \| red checked shirt Floyd \| (back) Floyd \|		djfletch asks, "any preferences?"
			DavidW says, "I chose the black one."
			djfletch asks, "should we save now in case our being sexy could lead us into a different plot?"
	DavidW clears the save counter.
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE"
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf1"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Dress Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| What will you wear today? Floyd \| Floyd \| > flower-printed dress Floyd \| sexy evening dress Floyd \| black evening dress Floyd \| red checked shirt Floyd \| (back) Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Dress Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| What will you wear today? Floyd \| Floyd \| > flower-printed dress Floyd \| sexy evening dress Floyd \| black evening dress Floyd \| red checked shirt Floyd \| (back) Floyd \|		mulehollandaise says, "in fact, it doesn't"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Dress Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| What will you wear today? Floyd \| Floyd \| flower-printed dress Floyd \| > sexy evening dress Floyd \| black evening dress Floyd \| red checked shirt Floyd \| (back) Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Dress Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| What will you wear today? Floyd \| Floyd \| flower-printed dress Floyd \| sexy evening dress Floyd \| > black evening dress Floyd \| red checked shirt Floyd \| (back) Floyd \|		mulehollandaise says, "I didn't have enough time to implement it"
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| You put on the black evening dress. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Dress Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| What will you wear today? Floyd \| Floyd \| > white blouse Floyd \| flower-printed dress Floyd \| sexy evening dress Floyd \| red checked shirt Floyd \| (back) Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "q"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Your bedroom Floyd \| Your bedroom's furniture are essentially your king-size bed and your Floyd \| bedside table. In a corner of the room, near the window, there's a Floyd \| cupboard with your clothes. The bathroom is to the south, your Floyd \| sitting-room to the west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x me"
	Floyd \| You're tall, red-headed, quite thin, and pretty, or so they say; Floyd \| you're a perfectly normal twenty-six-year old young woman. A reporter Floyd \| for the "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" for a few years now, you're known to be Floyd \| tenacious, frank and clear-headed. You'd agree with that. Floyd \| You're wearing a black evening dress. It's a simple yet elegant dress. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "hm. I don't think that save worked."
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE"
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf2"
	Floyd \| Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| You have nothing to do in the bathroom for now. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Your flat Floyd \| This is your little flat with two rooms, downtown. Rather functional Floyd \| and bright, you really like it. In the sitting-room, there's a table, Floyd \| a few chairs, and a sofa: that's where you usually work. The kitchen Floyd \| is westwards, and your bedroom and the bathroom are eastwards. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| > Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| > Downtown shops Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| > Thunder Hill Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	DrewMochak goes home.

	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.		DavidW says, "you have your mobile phone, I hope."
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Better drop your camera at home or at the office: it doesn't really Floyd \| suit your evening dress. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| > Thunder Hill Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "p"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| > Downtown shops Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "p"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| > Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "p"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Your flat Floyd \| This is your little flat with two rooms, downtown. Rather functional Floyd \| and bright, you really like it. In the sitting-room, there's a table, Floyd \| a few chairs, and a sofa: that's where you usually work. The kitchen Floyd \| is westwards, and your bedroom and the bathroom are eastwards. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Your flat Floyd \| This is your little flat with two rooms, downtown. Rather functional Floyd \| and bright, you really like it. In the sitting-room, there's a table, Floyd \| a few chairs, and a sofa: that's where you usually work. The kitchen Floyd \| is westwards, and your bedroom and the bathroom are eastwards. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| a black evening dress (being worn) Floyd \| a camera Floyd \| a mobile phone Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "drop camera"
	Floyd \| Dropped. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		djfletch says, "we should have a handbag to keep stuff in"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| > Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| > Downtown shops Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| > Thunder Hill Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Thunder Hill is a hill not so far away from the town: you can see the Floyd \| city lights from where you are standing. The heights of the city are Floyd \| very popular among the celebrities because of their calm, the view Floyd \| they offer on the city and the great size of the parcels: just Floyd \| perfect, if you're famous, for your new villa and your huge swimming Floyd \| pool. Further up, to the north, is the aforementioned villa - you can Floyd \| already listen to the noises from the party. You can go back to the Floyd \| south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Thunder Hill is a hill not so far away from the town: you can see the Floyd \| city lights from where you are standing. The heights of the city are Floyd \| very popular among the celebrities because of their calm, the view Floyd \| they offer on the city and the great size of the parcels: just Floyd \| perfect, if you're famous, for your new villa and your huge swimming Floyd \| pool. Further up, to the north, is the aforementioned villa - you can Floyd \| already listen to the noises from the party. You can go back to the Floyd \| south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Near the villa Floyd \| You finally come near the party. It's in a big villa, that looks Floyd \| pretty old, with a few storeys and a swimming pool; but the guests - Floyd \| there must be twenty of them - are in a veranda, behind the bay window Floyd \| that you can see northward. You can go back to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "I wonder where these double room descriptions are coming from. I don't remember that happening in a normal interpreter."
	theclam says (to Floyd), "listen"
	Floyd \| You can hear noises from the party, mainly chit-chat and clinking Floyd \| glass. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x pool"
	Floyd \| It's a big swimming pool, dug in the ground; there could even be Floyd \| swimming competitions in it. Seriously, it must be really great to Floyd \| swim there, on top of a hill above the city... when you can afford it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "swim"
	Floyd \| There's not enough water to swim in. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| You knock on the villa's door. A waiter comes and opens you. "Are you Floyd \| coming for the party?" Floyd \| "Yes. I'm the journalist from "Tittle-Tattle Kettle"" Floyd \| "Ah, here you are! Come in, please. I heard people asking whether the Floyd \| TTK journalist was there or not..." Floyd \| "Thanks." Floyd \| The waiter hands you a champagne stemware : "And ask me if you need Floyd \| anything!" He walks away, smiling. Very professionnal. Floyd \| Come to think of it, it could be useful: he's strolling along the Floyd \| party for hours, so he must have heard what people were talking Floyd \| about... Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the entrance door) Floyd \| The party is still getting louder: there must be about twenty or Floyd \| thirty guests, divided in chatty little groups. Some of them aren't Floyd \| famous, and come from the little world turning around the stars: Floyd \| celebrities agents, ex girlfriends, photgraphers, publicists... To Floyd \| your left or west side, there's the buffet; in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, the room continues to a veranda leading to the villa's garden Floyd \| and the view of the city. You can go outside by the south door. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Paul Tyrone and Luciana Perotti here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says (to djfletch), "You're not really dressed to swim, anyway."
	theclam says (to Floyd), "x tyrone"
	Floyd \| Paul Tyrone is an actor, and his fame is rapidly increasing. Everyone Floyd \| noticed his first movie, an independant movie he directed which Floyd \| featured bizarre and sordid themes; he then carried on his career by Floyd \| acting in a lot of action movies or "psychological Hollywoodian Floyd \| movies". Twice divorced, with alcohol-related problems, one of his Floyd \| ex-wives had him arrested for domestic violence. He's an easy target Floyd \| of gossip magazines, as a pure product of the Hollywoodian celebrity Floyd \| factories who drowns in his problems - you could almost pity him... Floyd \| but not much. Floyd \| Ashley Wimby walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "x wimby"
	Floyd \| Ashley Wimby is one of those factory-made blondes who just achieved Floyd \| celebrity status but will disappear in a year's time. She looks like a Floyd \| twelve-year old girl, except for the breasts - and hers are fake. Floyd \| Nobody knows exactly what she's doing: she sings, she dances, she Floyd \| acts, she's in a reality show, she's both everywhere and nowhere, Floyd \| omnipresent and transparent. Like every member of her species, she's a Floyd \| gold mine for gossip magazines. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
			mulehollandaise exclaims, "I gotta go, it's getting late in France!"
	theclam says (to Floyd), "x perotti"
	Floyd \| Luciana Perotti is a stunning woman. She is the quintessential Italian Floyd \| beauty who makes every man's head turn her way. She's tall, Floyd \| dark-haired, voluptuous, and admired by everyone. She appeared in a Floyd \| few movies, and in some of them, she was the only reason to go see Floyd \| them. She's also done a few perfume commercials and TV programs. She Floyd \| isn't very interested in parties, because she also has kids, but she Floyd \| stays accessible and interested in the mundane world. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		mulehollandaise says, "Thank you all for playing, hope you enjoyed it ;)"
	[cfspoilers] mulehollandaise says, "If you're blocked during the party (it happened to nearly everybody because of a badly-coded waiter...), ask paul about melanie"		mulehollandaise exclaims, "bye !"
			DavidW says (to mule), "Thanks for coming. There'll be a transcript."
			djfletch says, "bye"
	mulehollandaise goes home.

	theclam says (to Floyd), "talk to perotti"
	Floyd \| "All right. What about?" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask perotti about movies"
	Floyd \| "Sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "talk to perotti about party"
	Floyd \| I only understood you as far as wanting to talk to Luciana Perotti. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask perotti about party"
	Floyd \| "Sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "ask perotti about kymberly"
	Floyd \| "Sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about." Floyd \| Michelle Stapelsky walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "x staplesky"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "I think it was Kymberley"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x michelle"
	Floyd \| Michelle Stapelsky is an actress... or was. Nowadays, she hasn't Floyd \| appeared on screen for years, and just comes to ceremonies sometimes. Floyd \| She lives on the money she earned all these years, and she is Floyd \| regularly invited to parties thanks to her large network of friends. Floyd \| Nothing to write about her - however she's very interested in the Floyd \| lives of the other people, and always takes the oppotunity to give her Floyd \| opinion... Floyd \| Johnny Perkins walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Michelle Stapelsky walks past you, heading west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "x perkins"
	Floyd \| The dark, handsome Johnny Perkins is every woman's dream, who are in Floyd \| love with his so perfect face. Some people compare him to James Dean, Floyd \| but that's probably excessive; you think Johnny doesn't have as much Floyd \| talent as Dean. Silent and mysterious in front of the fans, he can be Floyd \| really talkative when you get to know him, and is quite keen on Floyd \| criticizing his rivals or revealing information to harm them - but you Floyd \| also know where to find information to harm him and destroy this
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x perkins"
	Floyd \| picture of a lonely angel in your own articles... Floyd \| Floyd \| > Floyd \| The dark, handsome Johnny Perkins is every woman's dream, who are in Floyd \| love with his so perfect face. Some people compare him to James Dean, Floyd \| but that's probably excessive; you think Johnny doesn't have as much Floyd \| talent as Dean. Silent and mysterious in front of the fans, he can be Floyd \| really talkative when you get to know him, and is quite keen on Floyd \| criticizing his rivals or revealing information to harm them - but you Floyd \| also know where to find information to harm him and destroy this Floyd \| picture of a lonely angel in your own articles... Floyd \| Heather Lashley walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Luciana Perotti walks past you, heading west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "x lashley"
	Floyd \| Heather Lashley was a star from Holmby Hills, which was one of those Floyd \| Californian soap operas which were followed by everyone in the 1990's. Floyd \| Now, she appears on several TV series (she just left one of them at Floyd \| the end of the sixth year), and sometimes ads for wrinkle creams. She Floyd \| must be forty and she's still pretty, even though the gossip magazines Floyd \| sometimes put a "without make-up" photo of her on their front page... Floyd \| Paul Tyrone walks past you, heading west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		djfletch asks, "were we supposed to find out anything in particular or just socialize?"
			DavidW says, "We're to collect gossip."

	DrewMochak arrives, ready to play with the toys.
	theclam says (to Floyd), "bask in shallowness"		DavidW says, "There was a hint that the waiter could point us to our first victim."
	Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		djfletch says, "oh yeah so there was"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the entrance door) Floyd \| The party is still getting louder: there must be about twenty or Floyd \| thirty guests, divided in chatty little groups. Some of them aren't Floyd \| famous, and come from the little world turning around the stars: Floyd \| celebrities agents, ex girlfriends, photgraphers, publicists... To Floyd \| your left or west side, there's the buffet; in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, the room continues to a veranda leading to the villa's garden Floyd \| and the view of the city. You can go outside by the south door. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Heather Lashley, Johnny Perkins and Ashley Wimby here. Floyd \| Eric Davidson walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x waiter"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Near the villa Floyd \| You finally come near the party. It's in a big villa, that looks Floyd \| pretty old, with a few storeys and a swimming pool; but the guests - Floyd \| there must be twenty of them - are in a veranda, behind the bay window Floyd \| that you can see northward. You can go back to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "I didn't actually play out this part."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x waiter"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the entrance door) Floyd \| The party is still getting louder: there must be about twenty or Floyd \| thirty guests, divided in chatty little groups. Some of them aren't Floyd \| famous, and come from the little world turning around the stars: Floyd \| celebrities agents, ex girlfriends, photgraphers, publicists... To Floyd \| your left or west side, there's the buffet; in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, the room continues to a veranda leading to the villa's garden Floyd \| and the view of the city. You can go outside by the south door. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Eric Davidson, Heather Lashley, Johnny Perkins and Ashley Floyd \| Wimby here. Floyd \| Roger Cainley walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		djfletch says, "lost him"
			DavidW says, "go west"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Paul Tyrone, Kylie Piranella, Luciana Perotti, Michelle Floyd \| Stapelsky and the waiter here. Floyd \| Michelle Stapelsky walks past you, heading east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x kylie"
	Floyd \| Kylie Piranella, a tall blonde with kilometer-long legs and breasts Floyd \| too perfect to be real. Ex-model, at least that's what she says, men Floyd \| do like her. The irony is, she had her biggest moment of fame last Floyd \| year, when her sex tape leaked onto the Internet; but that didn't Floyd \| embarass her - on the contrary, she relished the reputation of being a Floyd \| "hot" girl. She's an easy target for rumors; you wrote a few articles Floyd \| about her, speculating for example about who really put the sex tape Floyd \| on the Internet... Floyd \| Luciana Perotti walks past you, heading north. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "talk to waiter"
	Floyd \| "Of course, miss. What do you want to know?" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about kylie"
	Floyd \| There is no reply. Floyd \| Michelle Stapelsky walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard Michelle Stapelsky talking with a few people about Eric Floyd \| Davidson. She sounded a little bit upset." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard a conversation with Ashley Wimby. She was saying that she was Floyd \| thinking about developing her career as an actress." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard Heather Lashley talking with another guest about Paul Tyrone. Floyd \| The matter sounded pretty serious." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	ParserGirl goes home.

	theclam says (to Floyd), "gossip"
	Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the entrance door) Floyd \| The party is still getting louder: there must be about twenty or Floyd \| thirty guests, divided in chatty little groups. Some of them aren't Floyd \| famous, and come from the little world turning around the stars: Floyd \| celebrities agents, ex girlfriends, photgraphers, publicists... To Floyd \| your left or west side, there's the buffet; in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, the room continues to a veranda leading to the villa's garden Floyd \| and the view of the city. You can go outside by the south door. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Roger Cainley, Eric Davidson, Heather Lashley, Johnny Floyd \| Perkins and Ashley Wimby here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	minghua goes home.

	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask eric about stapelsky"
	Floyd \| "Yeah, this party is quite good... But my glass is empty again, and I Floyd \| can't get another one! Does this waiter avoid seeing me?" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask eric about gossip"
	Floyd \| "Sorry dear, but I don't know what you're talking about at all." Floyd \| Heather Lashley walks past you, heading north. Floyd \| Roger Cainley walks past you, heading north. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask wimby about gossip"
	Floyd \| Ashley pulls her hair over her shoulder. "Sorry, I wasn't listening! Floyd \| Hee hee!" Floyd \| Eric Davidson walks past you, heading west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Eric Davidson, Michelle Stapelsky, Paul Tyrone and the Floyd \| waiter here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard Heather Lashley talking with another guest about Paul Tyrone. Floyd \| The matter sounded pretty serious." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask tyrone about lashley"
	Floyd \| "I know her a little, she's quite nice - but it seems that her fifteen Floyd \| minutes of fame are over..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard a conversation with Ashley Wimby. She was saying that she was Floyd \| thinking about developing her career as an actress." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard Michelle Stapelsky talking with a few people about Eric Floyd \| Davidson. She sounded a little bit upset." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the entrance door) Floyd \| The party is still getting louder: there must be about twenty or Floyd \| thirty guests, divided in chatty little groups. Some of them aren't Floyd \| famous, and come from the little world turning around the stars: Floyd \| celebrities agents, ex girlfriends, photgraphers, publicists... To Floyd \| your left or west side, there's the buffet; in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, the room continues to a veranda leading to the villa's garden Floyd \| and the view of the city. You can go outside by the south door. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Roger Cainley, Johnny Perkins and Ashley Wimby here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the bay window) Floyd \| The veranda continues here, with other groups formed by guests talking Floyd \| under the glass roof. Some glass noises, a high-pitched laughter: a Floyd \| true cocktail. The bay window continues to the west, and you can go Floyd \| back to the entrance door to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Rizo here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x rizo"
	Floyd \| Rizo is one of those very colourful people of the mundane world. You Floyd \| don't know his real name, and to be honest you don't care. He owns a Floyd \| popular night club where the celebrities like to go; they like him, Floyd \| and he warmly welcomes them. This eccentric man is famous for his pink Floyd \| clothes with feathers on them - his signature clothes. Apart from Floyd \| that, he appeared in some movies, and sang on a record now Floyd \| long-forgotten. To be frank, you don't really like his old useless Floyd \| jet-setter trying to remaining famous by making people or gossip Floyd \| magazines talk about him at any cost - you are very careful to ignore Floyd \| him. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Gunther has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge.
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask rizo about gossip"
	Floyd \| "Ah, Rizo doesn't know about that!" Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "afk. I'm starving and need to eat something."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the bay window) Floyd \| Near the bay window, other groups formed by the guests are chatting. Floyd \| Some of them talk about the view, others are too absorbed in their Floyd \| conversations. Behind you, to the south, it's the buffet; the bay Floyd \| window continues to the right or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Kylie Piranella and Heather Lashley here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask lashley about tyrone"
	Floyd \| "Paul sure isn't perfect, but I recently heard rumors about him... I Floyd \| heard he's been cheating on his wife... I don't know any more about Floyd \| it, but still... I didn't see him as a perfect husband, and he isn't Floyd \| the first one to do this, especially in this milieu... But still, when Floyd \| I think about his wife, I'm quite sad for her. But I'm the only one Floyd \| who it seems to bother..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Luciana Perotti, Ashley Wimby, Eric Davidson, Michelle Floyd \| Stapelsky, Paul Tyrone and the waiter here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask tyrone about wife"
	Floyd \| Tyrone frowns. "Listen, I don't know who told you that, but it's a Floyd \| bloody lie! Everyone talks about me while I'm not here, it's just Floyd \| great! Stop it, will you!" Floyd \| Floyd \| He seems angry... but maybe his reaction is too strong, isn't it? Floyd \| Floyd \| >		djfletch says, "now we're getting somewhere"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask tyrone about wife"
	Floyd \| Better avoid waking up his anger... Let's search for clues by talking Floyd \| with other people. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard people talking with Eric Davidson, the producer. They were Floyd \| talking about his upcoming movie, which is coming on theaters in a few Floyd \| months." Floyd \| Ashley Wimby walks past you, heading north. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "g"
	Floyd \| "I heard people talking with Eric Davidson, the producer. They were Floyd \| talking about his upcoming movie, which is coming on theaters in a few Floyd \| months." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the entrance door) Floyd \| The party is still getting louder: there must be about twenty or Floyd \| thirty guests, divided in chatty little groups. Some of them aren't Floyd \| famous, and come from the little world turning around the stars: Floyd \| celebrities agents, ex girlfriends, photgraphers, publicists... To Floyd \| your left or west side, there's the buffet; in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, the room continues to a veranda leading to the villa's garden Floyd \| and the view of the city. You can go outside by the south door. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Roger Cainley and Johnny Perkins here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the bay window) Floyd \| The veranda continues here, with other groups formed by guests talking Floyd \| under the glass roof. Some glass noises, a high-pitched laughter: a Floyd \| true cocktail. The bay window continues to the west, and you can go Floyd \| back to the entrance door to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Rizo here. Floyd \| Johnny Perkins walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the bay window) Floyd \| Near the bay window, other groups formed by the guests are chatting. Floyd \| Some of them talk about the view, others are too absorbed in their Floyd \| conversations. Behind you, to the south, it's the buffet; the bay Floyd \| window continues to the right or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Michelle Stapelsky, Ashley Wimby, Kylie Piranella and Floyd \| Heather Lashley here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Luciana Perotti, Eric Davidson, Paul Tyrone and the waiter Floyd \| here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask eric about movie"
	Floyd \| Davidson smiles. "I'm glad you asked. I'm gonna reveal the release Floyd \| date of my next production, "Burning Matches", and it'll be an Floyd \| exclusive for your magazine." he says, winking. "It'll be June 11th in Floyd \| worldwide release. Here's the info!" He smiles with a patronizing Floyd \| smile. "Now do your job, dear, and take advantage of this exceptional Floyd \| information - go and write a nice big article..." Floyd \| Floyd \| Yeah, right, and be a nice girl? What an egomaniac... Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Luciana Perotti, Eric Davidson, Paul Tyrone and the waiter Floyd \| here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard again about Paul Tyrone. This time it was Roger Cainley who Floyd \| was talking about him." Floyd \| Michelle Stapelsky walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the entrance door) Floyd \| The party is still getting louder: there must be about twenty or Floyd \| thirty guests, divided in chatty little groups. Some of them aren't Floyd \| famous, and come from the little world turning around the stars: Floyd \| celebrities agents, ex girlfriends, photgraphers, publicists... To Floyd \| your left or west side, there's the buffet; in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, the room continues to a veranda leading to the villa's garden Floyd \| and the view of the city. You can go outside by the south door. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Roger Cainley here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask cainley about tyrone"
	Floyd \| Cainley gets closer to you and speaks lower: Floyd \| "Listen, I heard this rumor too... Bah, Paul does what he wants, and Floyd \| it's true the flesh is weak, especially when you meet young women like Floyd \| that... I'm not sure about it, but it seems that his mistress is the Floyd \| young Piranella, over there... I wouldn't be surprised: this girl Floyd \| exhales luxury and must be very pretty without any clothes..." Floyd \| Floyd \| You naughty boy... Well, the rumor is becoming clearer and clearer... Floyd \| Floyd \| You're starting to have a nice little collection of rumors... Go on. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Kylie Piranella, Michelle Stapelsky, Luciana Perotti, Eric Floyd \| Davidson, Paul Tyrone and the waiter here. Floyd \| Luciana Perotti walks past you, heading north. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask piranella about tyrone"
	Floyd \| "But, no! Come on, stop it! I'm not his mistress! I don't know who Floyd \| told you that, but he's wrong! It's not true, it's a lie!" Floyd \| Floyd \| Undoubtedly, little girls can't lie... Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask tyrone about piranella"
	Floyd \| "You know, she's less stupid than she looks... It's just part of her Floyd \| image..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask piranella about tyrone"
	Floyd \| She won't admit it, and she gave herself away enough... Look for clues Floyd \| elsewhere. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		maga says, "I find myself back-translating a lot of this into French"
			djfletch says, "let us know if it helps with working out who to talk to"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard Michelle Stapelsky talking with a few people about Eric Floyd \| Davidson. She sounded a little bit upset." Floyd \| Roger Cainley walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		maga says, "mais non"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the entrance door) Floyd \| The party is still getting louder: there must be about twenty or Floyd \| thirty guests, divided in chatty little groups. Some of them aren't Floyd \| famous, and come from the little world turning around the stars: Floyd \| celebrities agents, ex girlfriends, photgraphers, publicists... To Floyd \| your left or west side, there's the buffet; in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, the room continues to a veranda leading to the villa's garden Floyd \| and the view of the city. You can go outside by the south door. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the bay window) Floyd \| The veranda continues here, with other groups formed by guests talking Floyd \| under the glass roof. Some glass noises, a high-pitched laughter: a Floyd \| true cocktail. The bay window continues to the west, and you can go Floyd \| back to the entrance door to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Johnny Perkins and Rizo here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the bay window) Floyd \| Near the bay window, other groups formed by the guests are chatting. Floyd \| Some of them talk about the view, others are too absorbed in their Floyd \| conversations. Behind you, to the south, it's the buffet; the bay Floyd \| window continues to the right or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Luciana Perotti and Heather Lashley here. Floyd \| Michelle Stapelsky walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask stapelsky about davidson"
	Floyd \| "Yes, I know Eric well. To tell you the truth, I like him, and I think Floyd \| it's reciprocal, but... I heard he's throwing a party at his place, Floyd \| and he didn't invite me... I don't know what to think about that - Floyd \| after all, he can invite whoever he wants! I think I'll forget to Floyd \| invite him too, later..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Roger Cainley, Eric Davidson, Paul Tyrone and the waiter Floyd \| here. Floyd \| Luciana Perotti walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask davidson about stapelsky"
	Floyd \| You ask quietly, tactfully if there's something wrong between Michelle Floyd \| and him. "With Michelle? Why?" Floyd \| "You're organising a party without inviting her, she's wondering Floyd \| why..." Floyd \| "Without inviting her? What is that supposed to mean? Of course she's Floyd \| invited! What are you doing, trying to make us fight with each other? Floyd \| You low-class journalist!" Floyd \| His face turns red. You don't say anything, let his anger calm down Floyd \| and say: "I didn't make up a single thing. She told me she didn't Floyd \| receive her invitation." Floyd \| "Oh! So it must have been lost in the postal services! I'm gonna bawl Floyd \| at them! It's not the first time it has happened to me, you know?" Floyd \| Floyd \| You smile and step away to avoid listening to a long and dull story... Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard a conversation with Ashley Wimby. She was saying that she was Floyd \| thinking about developing her career as an actress." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Luciana Perotti, Roger Cainley, Eric Davidson, Paul Tyrone Floyd \| and the waiter here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the entrance door) Floyd \| The party is still getting louder: there must be about twenty or Floyd \| thirty guests, divided in chatty little groups. Some of them aren't Floyd \| famous, and come from the little world turning around the stars: Floyd \| celebrities agents, ex girlfriends, photgraphers, publicists... To Floyd \| your left or west side, there's the buffet; in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, the room continues to a veranda leading to the villa's garden Floyd \| and the view of the city. You can go outside by the south door. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Ashley Wimby and Rizo here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask wimby about career"
	Floyd \| Ashley pulls her hair over her shoulder. "Sorry, I wasn't listening! Floyd \| Hee hee!" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask wimby about career"
	Floyd \| Ashley pulls her hair over her shoulder. "Sorry, I wasn't listening! Floyd \| Hee hee!" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask wimby about actress"
	Floyd \| "Yeah, she's nice, but... She's old! Hee hee!" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask wimby about acting"
	Floyd \| Ashley pulls her hair over her shoulder. "Sorry, I wasn't listening! Floyd \| Hee hee!" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Luciana Perotti, Roger Cainley, Eric Davidson, Paul Tyrone Floyd \| and the waiter here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard a conversation with Ashley Wimby. She was saying that she was Floyd \| thinking about developing her career as an actress." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard a conversation with Ashley Wimby. She was saying that she was Floyd \| thinking about developing her career as an actress." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Luciana Perotti walks past you, heading north. Floyd \| Eric Davidson walks past you, heading east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Roger Cainley, Paul Tyrone and the waiter here. Floyd \| Luciana Perotti walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask cainley about tyrone"
	Floyd \| "After all, we're just men..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask cainley about tyrone"
	Floyd \| "After all, we're just men..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask perotti about tyrone"
	Floyd \| Luciana smiles weakly. "Funny. I just overheard a conversation between Floyd \| them... She asked him if they'd meet tomorrow, and he thought about it Floyd \| and said yes, and she had a big smile... It was discreet, but rather Floyd \| explicit..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >

	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask perotti about tyrone"
	Floyd \| "I think it's pretty obvious. Mind you, it wouldn't be the first time Floyd \| Piranella broke a couple..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Fang knew that, etymologically, cravat actually derived from a ruthless band of 'Croat' mercenaries.

	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask perotti about tyrone"
	Floyd \| "I think it's pretty obvious. Mind you, it wouldn't be the first time Floyd \| Piranella broke a couple..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Luciana Perotti, Roger Cainley, Paul Tyrone and the waiter Floyd \| here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask tyrone about piranella"
	Floyd \| "You know, she's less stupid than she looks... It's just part of her Floyd \| image..." Floyd \| Rizo walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the entrance door) Floyd \| The party is still getting louder: there must be about twenty or Floyd \| thirty guests, divided in chatty little groups. Some of them aren't Floyd \| famous, and come from the little world turning around the stars: Floyd \| celebrities agents, ex girlfriends, photgraphers, publicists... To Floyd \| your left or west side, there's the buffet; in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, the room continues to a veranda leading to the villa's garden Floyd \| and the view of the city. You can go outside by the south door. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Ashley Wimby and Eric Davidson here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the bay window) Floyd \| The veranda continues here, with other groups formed by guests talking Floyd \| under the glass roof. Some glass noises, a high-pitched laughter: a Floyd \| true cocktail. The bay window continues to the west, and you can go Floyd \| back to the entrance door to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the bay window) Floyd \| Near the bay window, other groups formed by the guests are chatting. Floyd \| Some of them talk about the view, others are too absorbed in their Floyd \| conversations. Behind you, to the south, it's the buffet; the bay Floyd \| window continues to the right or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Kylie Piranella, Johnny Perkins, Michelle Stapelsky and Floyd \| Heather Lashley here. Floyd \| Heather Lashley walks past you, heading east. Floyd \| Johnny Perkins walks past you, heading south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask piranella about tyrone"
	Floyd \| She won't admit it, and she gave herself away enough... Look for clues Floyd \| elsewhere. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask perkins about tyrone"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask michelle about tyrone"
	Floyd \| "I don't know. I heard he had problems with alcohol, he's quite Floyd \| unstable. I don't know whether we should criticize that or help him." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask michelle about piranella"
	Floyd \| "No comment, or I wouldn't be nice." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the bay window) Floyd \| Near the bay window, other groups formed by the guests are chatting. Floyd \| Some of them talk about the view, others are too absorbed in their Floyd \| conversations. Behind you, to the south, it's the buffet; the bay Floyd \| window continues to the right or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Kylie Piranella and Michelle Stapelsky here. Floyd \| Rizo walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask stapelsky about tyrone"
	Floyd \| "I don't know. I heard he had problems with alcohol, he's quite Floyd \| unstable. I don't know whether we should criticize that or help him." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask stapelsky about piranella"
	Floyd \| "No comment, or I wouldn't be nice." Floyd \| Eric Davidson walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask davidson about tyrone"
	Floyd \| "We had some... disagreements in the past, so I prefer to stay away." Floyd \| Kylie Piranella walks past you, heading east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask davidson about piranella"
	Floyd \| "She's gonna appear in one of my next movies. She's a sweet girl." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| You can't go that way. Floyd \| Johnny Perkins walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Luciana Perotti, Roger Cainley and the waiter here. Floyd \| Roger Cainley walks past you, heading north. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard a conversation with Ashley Wimby. She was saying that she was Floyd \| thinking about developing her career as an actress." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "Again, people are talking about Paul Tyrone. Last time, it was Johnny Floyd \| Perkins who was talking about him." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Luciana Perotti and the waiter here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the entrance door) Floyd \| The party is still getting louder: there must be about twenty or Floyd \| thirty guests, divided in chatty little groups. Some of them aren't Floyd \| famous, and come from the little world turning around the stars: Floyd \| celebrities agents, ex girlfriends, photgraphers, publicists... To Floyd \| your left or west side, there's the buffet; in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, the room continues to a veranda leading to the villa's garden Floyd \| and the view of the city. You can go outside by the south door. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Heather Lashley, Paul Tyrone and Ashley Wimby here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the bay window) Floyd \| The veranda continues here, with other groups formed by guests talking Floyd \| under the glass roof. Some glass noises, a high-pitched laughter: a Floyd \| true cocktail. The bay window continues to the west, and you can go Floyd \| back to the entrance door to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Michelle Stapelsky and Kylie Piranella here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the bay window) Floyd \| Near the bay window, other groups formed by the guests are chatting. Floyd \| Some of them talk about the view, others are too absorbed in their Floyd \| conversations. Behind you, to the south, it's the buffet; the bay Floyd \| window continues to the right or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Roger Cainley, Johnny Perkins and Rizo here. Floyd \| Rizo walks past you, heading south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask perkins about tyrone"
	Floyd \| "Tyrone and Piranella? Why not... But I know his wife, and she isn't Floyd \| stupid at all; a mistress will never go at his place, she'd notice it Floyd \| immediately... But her house is quite comfortable, and she lives Floyd \| alone: I think they must meet at her place..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask perkins about tyrone"
	Floyd \| "I don't know about it. So go away." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask perkins about piranella"
	Floyd \| "Another blonde without too much personality. No one of interest. If Floyd \| we ignore her long enough, she'll eventually disappear." Floyd \| Roger Cainley walks past you, heading east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| You can't go that way. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Paul Tyrone, Rizo, Luciana Perotti and the waiter here. Floyd \| Luciana Perotti walks past you, heading east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard a conversation with Ashley Wimby. She was saying that she was Floyd \| thinking about developing her career as an actress." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Ashley Wimby walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard a conversation with Ashley Wimby. She was saying that she was Floyd \| thinking about developing her career as an actress." Floyd \| Ashley Wimby walks past you, heading north. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard a conversation with Ashley Wimby. She was saying that she was Floyd \| thinking about developing her career as an actress." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Mmh... Sorry, but I don't know what to tell you for now. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Mmh... Sorry, but I don't know what to tell you for now. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Mmh... Sorry, but I don't know what to tell you for now. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Mmh... Sorry, but I don't know what to tell you for now. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard a conversation with Ashley Wimby. She was saying that she was Floyd \| thinking about developing her career as an actress." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard a conversation with Ashley Wimby. She was saying that she was Floyd \| thinking about developing her career as an actress." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Mmh... Sorry, but I don't know what to tell you for now. Floyd \| Paul Tyrone walks past you, heading east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the entrance door) Floyd \| The party is still getting louder: there must be about twenty or Floyd \| thirty guests, divided in chatty little groups. Some of them aren't Floyd \| famous, and come from the little world turning around the stars: Floyd \| celebrities agents, ex girlfriends, photgraphers, publicists... To Floyd \| your left or west side, there's the buffet; in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, the room continues to a veranda leading to the villa's garden Floyd \| and the view of the city. You can go outside by the south door. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Paul Tyrone, Eric Davidson and Luciana Perotti here. Floyd \| Rizo walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Luciana Perotti walks past you, heading west. Floyd \| Kylie Piranella walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask tyrone about piranella"
	Floyd \| "You know, she's less stupid than she looks... It's just part of her Floyd \| image..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask piranella about tyrone"
	Floyd \| She won't admit it, and she gave herself away enough... Look for clues Floyd \| elsewhere. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Luciana Perotti and the waiter here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard a conversation with Ashley Wimby. She was saying that she was Floyd \| thinking about developing her career as an actress." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard a conversation with Ashley Wimby. She was saying that she was Floyd \| thinking about developing her career as an actress." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		djfletch says, "might have exhausted the waiter"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x phone"
	Floyd \| It's your mobile phone, the one you got a few months ago. It's a Floyd \| multifunction high-tech top-of-the-technology thing, with camera, Floyd \| video mode, dictaphone, music player, etc., etc. You aren't gonna use Floyd \| half of its functionnalities, but who does? It's a flip phone, so you Floyd \| have to open it to use it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "open phone"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Rebecca Floyd \| Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| Rebecca Floyd \| > Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy's line is busy, as it often happens. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| Rebecca Floyd \| > Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "p"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Rebecca Floyd \| Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| After a couple of rings, Rebecca picks up the phone : Floyd \| "Hello, you!" Floyd \| "Are you busy, Beckie?"
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| "Not at all, I'm just doing some shopping with my mother! How can I Floyd \| help you?" Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Talking with Rebecca Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Tell me what you think, Beckie... Floyd \| Floyd \| > I've lost my way... Floyd \| I don't know how to do it, can you help me? Floyd \| Back Floyd \|		theclam says, "..."
			djfletch asks, "is this a hint menu?"
			djfletch says, "I really wanted to phone Sammy and tell him the gossip, but maybe we don't have enough yet."
			theclam says, "let's see what it says"
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| "I don't know. You know your job better than me, don't you? Gather Floyd \| information, that's all!" Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Talking with Rebecca Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Rebecca, I wanted to ask you... Floyd \| Floyd \| > I've lost my way... Floyd \| I don't know how to do it, can you help me? Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Talking with Rebecca Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Rebecca, I wanted to ask you... Floyd \| Floyd \| I've lost my way... Floyd \| > I don't know how to do it, can you help me? Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| "Try to talk with as many people as possible to get as much info as Floyd \| you can!" Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Talking with Rebecca Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Tell me what you think, Beckie... Floyd \| Floyd \| I've lost my way... Floyd \| > I don't know how to do it, can you help me? Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "q"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Talking with Rebecca Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Tell me what you think, Beckie... Floyd \| Floyd \| I've lost my way... Floyd \| > I don't know how to do it, can you help me? Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.] Floyd \|
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Rebecca Floyd \| Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| Rebecca Floyd \| > Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy's line is busy, as it often happens. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| Rebecca Floyd \| > Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "q"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "q"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Luciana Perotti and the waiter here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		djfletch says, "maybe we could record with the dictaphone"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Mmh... Sorry, but I don't know what to tell you for now. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Mmh... Sorry, but I don't know what to tell you for now. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| "I heard a conversation with Ashley Wimby. She was saying that she was Floyd \| thinking about developing her career as an actress." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask perotti about tyrone"
	Floyd \| "I think it's pretty obvious. Mind you, it wouldn't be the first time Floyd \| Piranella broke a couple..." Floyd \| Roger Cainley walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Paul Tyrone walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask cainley about tyrone"
	Floyd \| "After all, we're just men..." Floyd \| Ashley Wimby walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask wimby about tyrone"
	Floyd \| "Yeah, he's cute, despite his age..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask wimby about piranella"
	Floyd \| "I know her a little, we went shopping once together. But she's not Floyd \| the kind of girl I hang around with. She's not very interesting, to be Floyd \| frank..." Floyd \| Whereas you're super interesting, of course. Stay quiet, restrain your Floyd \| destructive impulses. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		theclam says, "ha"
			DavidW says, "back"
			djfletch says, "we've got a bit more people to talk about Tyrone and Piranella but we're still supposed to get more gossip"
			djfletch says, "and I'm not sure who to talk to"
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask wimby about career"
	Floyd \| Ashley pulls her hair over her shoulder. "Sorry, I wasn't listening! Floyd \| Hee hee!" Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "mule said if we get stuck, we should ask Paul about Melanie."
			djfletch says, "I didn't know there was a Melanie"
	theclam says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Ashley Wimby, Paul Tyrone, Roger Cainley, Luciana Perotti Floyd \| and the waiter here. Floyd \| Luciana Perotti walks past you, heading east. Floyd \| Kylie Piranella walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "sorry, Melaine"
	theclam says (to Floyd), "ask tyrone about wimby"
	Floyd \| "A real idiot. I'm not very nice to her, but she deserves it." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "or is it Melanie? my handwriting was poor."
	theclam says (to Floyd), "ask tyrone about melanie"
	Floyd \| "Yeah, and by the way, you don't know the news? I heard she was seen Floyd \| at a party recently! It's been three months since someone had seen Floyd \| her, and she reappeared just like that! I didn't see her at the time - Floyd \| if you want to know more about it, I think Heather Lashley saw her at Floyd \| this party..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the entrance door) Floyd \| The party is still getting louder: there must be about twenty or Floyd \| thirty guests, divided in chatty little groups. Some of them aren't Floyd \| famous, and come from the little world turning around the stars: Floyd \| celebrities agents, ex girlfriends, photgraphers, publicists... To Floyd \| your left or west side, there's the buffet; in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, the room continues to a veranda leading to the villa's garden Floyd \| and the view of the city. You can go outside by the south door. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Luciana Perotti, Eric Davidson and Rizo here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the bay window) Floyd \| The veranda continues here, with other groups formed by guests talking Floyd \| under the glass roof. Some glass noises, a high-pitched laughter: a Floyd \| true cocktail. The bay window continues to the west, and you can go Floyd \| back to the entrance door to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Heather Lashley and Johnny Perkins here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask lashley about melanie"
	Floyd \| "I saw her? No, I didn't! I told you, nobody has seen her for three Floyd \| months! Whoever told you that was wrong..." Floyd \| Floyd \| Yeah, but... Isn't her face reddening? Floyd \| Floyd \| You've heard a lot of gossip... A little more chatting, and it'll be Floyd \| enough. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask lashley about melanie"
	Floyd \| "I told you, I know nothing about her!" Floyd \| Luciana Perotti walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask perotti about melanie"
	Floyd \| "But... I was at this party... I went just for a few minutes to say Floyd \| hello, and I saw both Heather and Melanie... I'd be surprised if they Floyd \| didn't talk..." Floyd \| Floyd \| Well, well... Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask perkins about melanie"
	Floyd \| "I don't really know her, you know. I don't know why, but nobody saw Floyd \| her the last three months." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask lashley about melanie"
	Floyd \| Heather sighs. "Yeah, right, I saw her. But I just saw her in the Floyd \| distance, we didn't talk, we just waved to each other... I just wanted Floyd \| to protect her, to avoid talking about her return, to give her time to Floyd \| take care of her business before everyone asks her about her Floyd \| return..." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Her business" ? How interesting! Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask lashley about melanie"
	Floyd \| "What are you trying to make me tell you? Come on, stop it!" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask lashley about melanie"
	Floyd \| "What are you trying to make me tell you? Come on, stop it!" Floyd \| Rizo walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask lashley about melanie"
	Floyd \| "What are you trying to make me tell you? Come on, stop it!" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "ask lashley about business"
	Floyd \| "I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "ask rizo about melanie"
	Floyd \| "Rizo hasn't seen her for months! He's very sad!" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the bay window) Floyd \| The veranda continues here, with other groups formed by guests talking Floyd \| under the glass roof. Some glass noises, a high-pitched laughter: a Floyd \| true cocktail. The bay window continues to the west, and you can go Floyd \| back to the entrance door to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Rizo, Luciana Perotti, Heather Lashley and Johnny Perkins Floyd \| here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask lashley about melanie's business"
	Floyd \| "I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask lashley about her business"
	Floyd \| "I'm fine, thanks - and this cocktail party is quite good!" Floyd \| Rizo walks past you, heading south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "ask johnny about melanie"
	Floyd \| "I don't really know her, you know. I don't know why, but nobody saw Floyd \| her the last three months." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask perotti about business"
	Floyd \| "Sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "ask johnny about tyrone"
	Floyd \| "I don't know about it. So go away." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the entrance door) Floyd \| The party is still getting louder: there must be about twenty or Floyd \| thirty guests, divided in chatty little groups. Some of them aren't Floyd \| famous, and come from the little world turning around the stars: Floyd \| celebrities agents, ex girlfriends, photgraphers, publicists... To Floyd \| your left or west side, there's the buffet; in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, the room continues to a veranda leading to the villa's garden Floyd \| and the view of the city. You can go outside by the south door. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Rizo, Ashley Wimby, Paul Tyrone and Kylie Piranella here. Floyd \| Paul Tyrone walks past you, heading west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask wimby about melanie"
	Floyd \| "Yeah, I understand her disappearance. I mean, me too, sometimes, I Floyd \| find all this, the work, the photos, too much for my brain!" Floyd \| Floyd \| You could say something about her brain, but... Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "ask kylie about melanie"
	Floyd \| "In my opinion, if she disappeared, that's because she didn't wanted Floyd \| to be seen..." Floyd \| Floyd \| Wow, another mystery solved... Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask wimby about melanie"
	Floyd \| "Yeah, I understand her disappearance. I mean, me too, sometimes, I Floyd \| find all this, the work, the photos, too much for my brain!" Floyd \| Floyd \| You could say something about her brain, but... Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| You can't go that way. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the bay window) Floyd \| The veranda continues here, with other groups formed by guests talking Floyd \| under the glass roof. Some glass noises, a high-pitched laughter: a Floyd \| true cocktail. The bay window continues to the west, and you can go Floyd \| back to the entrance door to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Luciana Perotti, Heather Lashley and Johnny Perkins here. Floyd \| Luciana Perotti walks past you, heading west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the bay window) Floyd \| Near the bay window, other groups formed by the guests are chatting. Floyd \| Some of them talk about the view, others are too absorbed in their Floyd \| conversations. Behind you, to the south, it's the buffet; the bay Floyd \| window continues to the right or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Luciana Perotti here. Floyd \| Luciana Perotti walks past you, heading south. Floyd \| Michelle Stapelsky walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask michelle about melanie"
	Floyd \| "Who? I don't know her..." Floyd \| Heather Lashley walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "ask michelle about melanie"
	Floyd \| "Who? I don't know her..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "tell michelle about melanie"
	Floyd \| "Who? I don't know her..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the buffet) Floyd \| This way is the buffet, which is well garnished. The guests are Floyd \| talking near it, divided in little groups, and you can spot a few Floyd \| famous faces among them. The bay window is in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, and the entrance door is to your right, or east side. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Rizo, Kylie Piranella, Luciana Perotti, Paul Tyrone, Eric Floyd \| Davidson and the waiter here. Floyd \| Paul Tyrone walks past you, heading east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "ask eric about melanie"
	Floyd \| "I like this singer. Her songs are inspired and inspiring... And she's Floyd \| very photogenic. I'll see if I can't include her in a movie." Floyd \| Luciana Perotti walks past you, heading east. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about melanie"
	Floyd \| "I don't know; maybe I should investigate." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask waiter about gossip"
	Floyd \| Mmh... Sorry, but I don't know what to tell you for now. Floyd \| Ashley Wimby walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask wimby about melanie"
	Floyd \| "Yeah, I understand her disappearance. I mean, me too, sometimes, I Floyd \| find all this, the work, the photos, too much for my brain!" Floyd \| Floyd \| You could say something about her brain, but... Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "ask eric about wimby"
	Floyd \| "She's very popular. I think I'll make her appear in one my movies..." Floyd \| Kylie Piranella walks past you, heading north. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask perotti about melanie"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| At the party (near the entrance door) Floyd \| The party is still getting louder: there must be about twenty or Floyd \| thirty guests, divided in chatty little groups. Some of them aren't Floyd \| famous, and come from the little world turning around the stars: Floyd \| celebrities agents, ex girlfriends, photgraphers, publicists... To Floyd \| your left or west side, there's the buffet; in front of you, to the Floyd \| north, the room continues to a veranda leading to the villa's garden Floyd \| and the view of the city. You can go outside by the south door. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see Luciana Perotti, Paul Tyrone and Roger Cainley here. Floyd \| Eric Davidson walks in, a few meters from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "ask perotti about melanie"
	Floyd \| "I wonder why Melanie hasn't been around for the last few months..." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		vimes says, "melanie is the name that was mentioned, yes"
			DavidW says, "I never know what to do in scenarios like this. It becomes an ask-everyone-about-everything situation, totally undirected."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask cainley about melanie"
	Floyd \| "You're saying that she went to a party? Ah, marvelous! I hope she Floyd \| defeated every one of her problems..." Floyd \| "Problems?" Floyd \| "Yeah, well, I don't know what problems, but Eric told me about it Floyd \| some time ago... If someone saw her, she must feel better, right?" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ask eric about melanie"
	Floyd \| You ask Eric if he knows anything about Melanie. "Er, I must say Floyd \| somebody told me once about her drug problems... Apparently she's a Floyd \| real addict, at least that's what Perkins told me once. That would Floyd \| explain the coulours in her videoclips, don't you think?" Floyd \| Floyd \| Yeah, let's laugh about addiction! What a digusting sense of humor he Floyd \| has... Floyd \| Floyd \| That should be enough gossip for now. You think you can go home now. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		djfletch says, "hurrah"
			djfletch says, "that was hard going"
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE"
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf3"
	Floyd \| Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		djfletch says, "although at least there's the odd funny bit"
			DavidW asks, "I suppose it's back to the office?"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Near the villa Floyd \| You finally come near the party. It's in a big villa, that looks Floyd \| pretty old, with a few storeys and a swimming pool; but the guests - Floyd \| there must be twenty of them - are in a veranda, behind the bay window Floyd \| that you can see northward. You can go back to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Thunder Hill is a hill not so far away from the town: you can see the Floyd \| city lights from where you are standing. The heights of the city are Floyd \| very popular among the celebrities because of their calm, the view Floyd \| they offer on the city and the great size of the parcels: just Floyd \| perfect, if you're famous, for your new villa and your huge swimming Floyd \| pool. Further up, to the north, is the aforementioned villa - you can Floyd \| already listen to the noises from the party. You can go back to the Floyd \| south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "open phone"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Rebecca Floyd \| Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| Rebecca Floyd \| > Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy's line is busy, as it often happens. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| Rebecca Floyd \| > Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "q"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "q"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Thunder Hill Floyd \| Thunder Hill is a hill not so far away from the town: you can see the Floyd \| city lights from where you are standing. The heights of the city are Floyd \| very popular among the celebrities because of their calm, the view Floyd \| they offer on the city and the great size of the parcels: just Floyd \| perfect, if you're famous, for your new villa and your huge swimming Floyd \| pool. Further up, to the north, is the aforementioned villa - you can Floyd \| already listen to the noises from the party. You can go back to the Floyd \| south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "press space"
	DavidW pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| The night was long; you're going home to sleep. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| After a good nightlong sleep, you're ready for another day! You stand Floyd \| up and put a simple shirt on to go to the office. Floyd \| Your flat Floyd \| This is your little flat with two rooms, downtown. Rather functional Floyd \| and bright, you really like it. In the sitting-room, there's a table, Floyd \| a few chairs, and a sofa: that's where you usually work. The kitchen Floyd \| is westwards, and your bedroom and the bathroom are eastwards. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can see a camera here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x me"
	Floyd \| You're tall, red-headed, quite thin, and pretty, or so they say; Floyd \| you're a perfectly normal twenty-six-year old young woman. A reporter Floyd \| for the "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" for a few years now, you're known to be Floyd \| tenacious, frank and clear-headed. You'd agree with that. Floyd \| You're wearing a red checked shirt. Simple, but still, quite nice. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| > Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| In front of the paper's building Floyd \| In this building, to the north, there's the editorial office of Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle", at the sixteenth floor, but you still can go Floyd \| somewhere else by heading to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| In front of the paper's building Floyd \| In this building, to the north, there's the editorial office of Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle", at the sixteenth floor, but you still can go Floyd \| somewhere else by heading to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "I fail to see how a red checked shirt can be 'quite nice', but whatever."
	Taleslinger arrives, full of fun, but no funk.		djfletch says, "it goes with our red hair"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle, your teatime's long-brewed, boiling gossip!" Floyd \| You always thought this motto was a little bit silly, but it's quite Floyd \| original after all; it didn't stop this magazine to grow. In fact, Floyd \| sales are good, and the paper shows its difference from its rivals Floyd \| with a certain sense of ethics and reflexion - it still is a gossip Floyd \| magazine, but let's say that you take advantage of a higher status Floyd \| than your rivals. The editorial office is at the sixteenth floor of Floyd \| the building. Westwards, the window gives you a great view of the Floyd \| city; near it there's the coffee dispenser and metal tables. Floyd \| Eastwards, it's Sammy's office; your office is somewhere to the north, Floyd \| and if you want to leave there's an elevator at the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy is here. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "talk to sammy"
	Floyd \| "Hi boss!" Floyd \| "Here you are! Tell me about yesterday's party, was it interesting?" Floyd \| "Rather interesting, yeah..." Floyd \| "Come into my office and tell me the whole thing!" Floyd \| Floyd \| You step into Sammy's office and sit on a chair; he takes a notepad Floyd \| and sits in front of you. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Where should I start?" you say. Well, you start by telling him about Floyd \| the guests, and their mood and their gossip, and you tell Sammy Floyd \| everything you learned, while he takes notes. You remember a lot of Floyd \| things about the party, and don't forget any information. When you're Floyd \| done, Sammy leans on his chair, and thinks for a while. You wait Floyd \| expectantly. Floyd \|
	theclam presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| "Right. You know, a lot of different people have been telling me about Floyd \| Tyrone and the suspicions about his fidelity... Well, if you believe Floyd \| them, it seems he's supposed to go to his mistress, Piranella's house Floyd \| tonight. Do you confirm this info?" Floyd \| You nod. Floyd \| "I think it could be good to send you there, don't you?" Floyd \| Floyd \| You sigh. Tyrone is a problem man, he already has this reputation, and Floyd \| what good will it be to write an article about his adultery? Put some Floyd \| more weight upon his shoulders, distract the housewife for a few Floyd \| seconds, but it won't change anything, and you don't like to hound a Floyd \| man like this... On the other hand, you really don't like Piranella, Floyd \| and it all depends on the way you write the article; you can probably Floyd \| make it more harmful to her than to Tyrone... In either cases, you Floyd \| don't like your position, because the only purpose of such a report is Floyd \| to sling mud at someone. Floyd \| Floyd \| A few years ago, with an impulsive character, you'd have rebelled Floyd \| against Sammy, and maybe he would have fired you - it nearly happened, Floyd \| once... Now, you eat humble pie: you're paid to do things like that, Floyd \| whether you like it or not - if not, why did you choose this magazine? Floyd \| You do it anyway, but it's true you sometimes try to avoid doing it. Floyd \| Floyd \| "All right Sammy... I must say I don't like it, but..." Floyd \| "I know, but I have to send a reporter there, and it's part of your Floyd \| job at TTK, isn't it? Right, I'll give you the address. Try to learn Floyd \| more about both of them." Floyd \| "Right." Floyd \| You stand up from your chair. Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy's office Floyd \| Sammy's office is amazingly neat for one of an editor who's always Floyd \| running everywhere. Actually, there's still huge heaps of papers, but Floyd \| you can imagine that they end up regularly in the archives or Floyd \| recycled. His desk isn't messy at all. His computer screen is swarmed Floyd \| by little notes: he's got so much to do... You can go back to the hall Floyd \| to the west. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "read notes"
	Floyd \| Which do you mean, the papers or the computer? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "computer"
	Floyd \| Sammy's computer screen is covered with adhesive notes: reminders, Floyd \| information, phone numbers... Being an editor must be quite Floyd \| exhausting. Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy reads a text message, and enters a quick reply. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	theclam says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle, your teatime's long-brewed, boiling gossip!" Floyd \| You always thought this motto was a little bit silly, but it's quite Floyd \| original after all; it didn't stop this magazine to grow. In fact, Floyd \| sales are good, and the paper shows its difference from its rivals Floyd \| with a certain sense of ethics and reflexion - it still is a gossip Floyd \| magazine, but let's say that you take advantage of a higher status Floyd \| than your rivals. The editorial office is at the sixteenth floor of Floyd \| the building. Westwards, the window gives you a great view of the Floyd \| city; near it there's the coffee dispenser and metal tables. Floyd \| Eastwards, it's Sammy's office; your office is somewhere to the north, Floyd \| and if you want to leave there's an elevator at the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| In front of the paper's building Floyd \| In this building, to the north, there's the editorial office of Floyd \| "Tittle-Tattle Kettle", at the sixteenth floor, but you still can go Floyd \| somewhere else by heading to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Kylie Piranella's house Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| > Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| Kylie Piranella's house Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| > Downtown shops Floyd \| Kylie Piranella's house Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Travel Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a destination: Floyd \| Floyd \| Flat Floyd \| Editorial office of "Tittle-Tattle Kettle" Floyd \| Downtown shops Floyd \| > Kylie Piranella's house Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Kylie Piranella's house Floyd \| Kylie Piranella lives in a pretty old house, and oddly it isn't the Floyd \| kind of house you expect for a blonde young woman with such a hot Floyd \| reputation. But, you heard a lot of rumors about the parties that were Floyd \| organised at her place, and about the fact that a lot of men came and Floyd \| went inside this house. Is it only true, or just part of the image Floyd \| that she's building of herself? You don't know that. Anyway, there's a Floyd \| garden with a swimming pool behind the house, behind high stonewalls. Floyd \| There's a large window on the east side of the house, first floor, and Floyd \| perhaps you'll be able to see it more precisely if you walk into the Floyd \| alley heading to the northwest. Northward, there's the entrance door; Floyd \| you can go back to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Kylie Piranella's house Floyd \| Kylie Piranella lives in a pretty old house, and oddly it isn't the Floyd \| kind of house you expect for a blonde young woman with such a hot Floyd \| reputation. But, you heard a lot of rumors about the parties that were Floyd \| organised at her place, and about the fact that a lot of men came and Floyd \| went inside this house. Is it only true, or just part of the image Floyd \| that she's building of herself? You don't know that. Anyway, there's a Floyd \| garden with a swimming pool behind the house, behind high stonewalls. Floyd \| There's a large window on the east side of the house, first floor, and Floyd \| perhaps you'll be able to see it more precisely if you walk into the Floyd \| alley heading to the northwest. Northward, there's the entrance door; Floyd \| you can go back to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "nw"
	Floyd \| You can't go that way. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "nw"
	Floyd \| You can't go that way. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		djfletch says, "huh"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ne"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| An alley, near Kylie Piranella's house Floyd \| It's a simple alley between Kylie Piranella's house and the next Floyd \| house. From here you can see the large window at the first floor of Floyd \| the house, and some crates below. You can go back by heading to the Floyd \| southwest. Floyd \| Floyd \| For now, everything is quiet: no sign of Tyrone. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "oops"
			DavidW asks, "I suppose we need to stand on those crates?"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x window"
	Floyd \| It's not the right time to spy through the window, Tyrone isn't here Floyd \| yet and Piranella is alone inside her house, there's nothing Floyd \| interesting to see. Floyd \| Floyd \| Ah, here he is! You saw him walk past the alley, but he didn't see Floyd \| you. He heads to the door, and you hear him knock. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "get on crates"
	Floyd \| You climb on the crates and look inside the house, knowing that anyway Floyd \| Kylie is at the door. Pretty well-furnished interior, but nothing Floyd \| more, so you get off the crates. Floyd \| Floyd \| You hear the door opening, and Kylie cheers: "At last, here you are! Floyd \| Come in!" And as soon as she closes the door, you can't hear a thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x window"
	Floyd \| You climb on the crates and look inside the house, knowing that anyway Floyd \| Kylie is at the door. Pretty well-furnished interior, but nothing Floyd \| more, so you get off the crates. Floyd \| Floyd \| You hear footsteps: they probably are going upstairs. And now they're Floyd \| above you you can hear a manly low-pitched voice talking, must be Floyd \| Tyrone's. But it's a loud voice, too loud: Tyrone is screaming. And Floyd \| you hear a woman whining: they're probably arguing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x window"
	Floyd \| They must be just behind the window, you don't want them to see you. Floyd \| Floyd \| Suddenly, Kylie screams. A long, high-pitched scream, a scream of Floyd \| terror, of pain. You jump. What's happening? Is he beating her? Floyd \| Something serious is happening in this house! Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "SAVE"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "cf4"
	Floyd \| Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x window"
	Floyd \| You climb on the crates to see through the window. You can see a body Floyd \| on the floor; it must be Piranella. What happened? Damn, a furniture Floyd \| on the left blocks your sight, and you can't see Tyrone, if only he's Floyd \| here. Floyd \| Floyd \| All of a sudden, not a single noise. You lend an ear, only to hear Floyd \| hasted footsteps. You wonder if you should call the police, and you're Floyd \| already opening your mobile phone. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "open phone"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Rebecca Floyd \| Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| Rebecca Floyd \| > Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \|
	djfletch presses the yellow enter button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Sammy's line is busy, as it often happens. Floyd \| Floyd \| [Please press SPACE.]
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Address book Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subjectQ = previous menu Floyd \| Floyd \| Select a contact: Floyd \| Floyd \| Rebecca Floyd \| > Sammy Floyd \| Retour Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "q"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Mobile phone menu Floyd \| N = next subjectP = previous Floyd \| RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd \| Floyd \| Select an option: Floyd \| Floyd \| > Call... Floyd \| Dictaphone Floyd \| Camera Floyd \| Games Floyd \| Back Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "q"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| An alley, near Kylie Piranella's house Floyd \| It's a simple alley between Kylie Piranella's house and the next Floyd \| house. From here you can see the large window at the first floor of Floyd \| the house, and some crates below. You can go back by heading to the Floyd \| southwest. Floyd \| Floyd \| You want to walk out of the alley, perhaps to go and fetch help. But Floyd \| suddenly, a window above you breaks. You jump and look: you see a hand Floyd \| throwing something that falls in the dumpster in front of you with a Floyd \| metal sound! You didn't see it well, but it looked like a knife, which Floyd \| would explain everything! Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "hm. No Police option."
			djfletch says, "oh well"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x dumpster"
	Floyd \| These are the bins of the neighbourhood. The bins from any Floyd \| neighbourhood, even the most in vogue, always stink. Yuk. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "perhaps it wasn't there yet."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x knife"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Don't touch the knife."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "look in dumpster"
	Floyd \| You search the bins. Lifting a bag, you can see a knife. A bloddy Floyd \| knife. It's the one which was thrown through the window. Floyd \| Floyd \| What happened is pretty clear. A knife, screams. Piranella was Floyd \| murdered by Tyrone. Just a few moments ago. While you were here, Floyd \| waiting for a scoop. Floyd \| Floyd \| The scene becomes blurry all of a sudden. Shocked, you puke against Floyd \| the wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| It's the first time you've seen something like that. You can't stand Floyd \| it. Floyd \| Floyd \| You're going to call the police. But not now. Floyd \| Floyd \| You run away. Floyd \|
	DavidW pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| [ This is the end of the intro of the game "Gossip", which entered the Floyd \| IntroComp 2009. I hope you liked it! ]
	DavidW pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| * You have won * Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT? Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Not a bad place to end the intro."
			DavidW says, "The game has more meat on it than I realized."
			maga asks, "hm. how are people doing for time?"
			maga asks, "would a break be useful?"
			DavidW says, "I went and ate during Gossip, so I'm okay. But I bet others need a break."
			djfletch says, "I'll go and grab some food but I'll only be two minutes"
			djfletch asks, "will the next one take a long time?"
			maga asks, "I need to eat. Fifteen minutes?"
			DavidW says, "Fine with me."
			DrewMochak says, "i could use some eatin' too. Obit's not nearly as long as that was though."
			DrewMochak says, "But I don't want peopel to want to rush through it, as a great deal of the "magic" (TM) of the game is in the descirptions of things and whatnot."
			maga says, "okay, ready to go"
			DavidW asks, "Drew, are you here?"
			DrewMochak says, "Thought we were breaking, I was preparing foods"
			DrewMochak says, "I acn hold off, though"
			maga says, "nah, take your time"
			DavidW says, "We can wait."
			DrewMochak says, "Might get more peopel if we wait anyway"
	DrewMochak goes home.
			maga says, "uh-oh"
			maga says, "I was about to kick us off again"
	Lucea arrives, full of funk, but no fun.
	Lucea says, "hi"
	DavidW says, "hi Lucea. We're currently breaking between games."

	Lucea says, "no problem"
	DrewMochak arrives, ready to play with the toys.
	Lucea says, "sorry I missed the ceremony"
	Lucea says, "long story"
	DrewMochak says, "'Sall good, we're just waiting on eating people"
	DrewMochak says, "To play mine"
	DrewMochak says, "Which won first prize :D"
	Lucea asks, "We're WAITING on eating?"
	maga asks, "okay, shall we?"
	Lucea puts down the femur
	DrewMochak says, "No"
	DrewMochak says, "The eating must now commense"
	maga says (to Floyd), "load obituary"
	Floyd \| Please give one of the answers above. Floyd \| >
	maga says (to Floyd), "quit"
	Floyd \|
	Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?"
	maga says (to Floyd), "load obituary"
	Floyd \| Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| [pausing to show unread error message]		maga says, "uh-oh"
	Lucea says, "uh"
	maga pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Dreams, coming again and again, always unwelcome, always unwanted... Floyd \| Floyd \| Whether sadness, misery, horror or confusion, They never fail to Floyd \| induce negativity; in that, at least, this dream is no different. You Floyd \| float in void, filled with a roiling black static that seems Floyd \| conscious. There is nothing to see but the static, nothing to feel but Floyd \| your own form, and nothing to hear but the ghostly call of a child. It Floyd \| sets your teeth on edge even in the waking world; you can't stand that Floyd \| eerie wail, wavering between laughter and tears. Floyd \| Floyd \| You never find this child. Even though the sound gets closer, until it Floyd \| is right next to you, all around you, inside your own head before you Floyd \| are awakened by the alarm clock. Floyd \| Floyd \| This time, though... Floyd \| Floyd \| A figure swims out of the darkness, backlit, so that you can only make Floyd \| out a childlike face of tragic innocence and flowing hair. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Who... are you?" Floyd \| Floyd \| There isn't an answer right away--instead, everything around you turns Floyd \| completely white. And somehow... puffy. Floyd \| Floyd \| Do you know WHY you have always hated the sound, Kristen? The child, Floyd \| invisible now, speaks, for the first time; androgynous, cultured. You Floyd \| can't respond. you wish you could. It just sparks something deep Floyd \| within you, something primal--something below reason, below Floyd \| rationality, below everything but fear. You don't like it when your Floyd \| brain keeps secrets from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| I've waited a long time... and still am. Your surroundings flicker Floyd \| between the endless white and writhing black, the two merging into Floyd \| some unwholesome gray. Kristen... your child is waiting. Floyd \|
	Lucea pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| "Your child is waiting." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Hmm?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "I said, your child is waiting." Floyd \| Floyd \| "WHAT?" You blinked furiously, trying to get your brain into some Floyd \| sense of working order; these dreams usually leave you a scattered Floyd \| mess, and you can't recall ever speaking to someone while that way. Floyd \| Floyd \| "I said--" The voice seemed testy. Floyd \| Floyd \| "No--stop. I heard what you said, I just... could you give me a Floyd \| moment?" Floyd \| Floyd \| You looked around... same bedroom, same lame-ass apartment, same Floyd \| everything... Awake. Normal. Except, not. You'd managed to register Floyd \| your ringing phone, pick it up, and get through the opener to this Floyd \| conversation, while sleeping. Not very like you. And she said-- Floyd \| Floyd \| You felt a chill. "...Excuse me? Did you say that I have a--" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Child, yes ma'am--waiting for you in Gainesville." Click. Floyd \| Floyd \| "I don't have a..." The retort died on your lips. The hum of a Floyd \| disconnected telephone answered back at you, daring you to question Floyd \| its integrity. Floyd \| Floyd \| Patently ridiculous. You don't have a child. You never did. How could Floyd \| that possibly be? There must be some mistake, some incredibly stupid Floyd \| bureaucratic snafu. You'd love nothing better than to explain this Floyd \| fact to whoever that was, but since she hung up before you could get Floyd \| the words out, that's not really an option. Floyd \| Floyd \| That dream... Floyd \| Floyd \| Was a dream. You dream every night, and you haven't had any come true Floyd \| yet. Gainesville? Where is Gainesville? Most bloody generic name for a Floyd \| town ever, and you don't even recall there being one here. You Floyd \| wouldn't even know where it is. Floyd \| Floyd \| Except... you do. The way suggested itself even as you tried to deny Floyd \| it, as though you had always known. You're still certain, completely, Floyd \| that you've never heard of the place before; even the part of your Floyd \| brain that showed you the way confirms this. Floyd \| Floyd \| In the end, you don't know what your motivation was: sleep Floyd \| deprivation, deep seated confusion, nerves... maybe your body was just Floyd \| tired of waiting for your brain to catch up and got you dressed and in Floyd \| the car before you realized. Soon you were driving, to where you Floyd \| weren't sure, your mind screaming MADNESS while your hands deftly Floyd \| twisted the steering wheel. This would bother you, give you serious Floyd \| pause, but you somehow feel at peace with it. All you've gotta do is Floyd \| remind yourself that you had nothing else planned today. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Obituary Floyd \| An Interactive Fiction by Drew and Johnny Floyd \| Release 1 / Serial number 090829 / Inform 7 build 5Z71 (I6/v6.31 lib Floyd \| 6/12N) Floyd \| Floyd \| You stand up and stretch, various parts of your body making worrisome Floyd \| popping noises as you exit the car, noting with a vague sense of Floyd \| triumph that it has once again failed to cause your violent death in Floyd \| some spectacular fashion or other. The cold night air is chill against Floyd \| your skin--fortunate, then, that you brought your coat. Floyd \| Floyd \| Outskirts of Gainesville Floyd \| You stand on the side of the packed dirt road leading to Gainesville. Floyd \| The road stretches far away behind you to the south and, eventually, Floyd \| turns off into a paved one that leads back to the central transit Floyd \| explosion that is modern American transportation. Your vision of the Floyd \| town is obscured by the trees; all you can tell is that the path Floyd \| leads, for now, to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| Your next-to useless, banged-up car is decidedly parked here. The Floyd \| driver's side door is shut smugly in your face. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "I am a whore for C&C so please don't hesitate to say anything."
			DavidW asks, "C&C?"
			DrewMochak says, "comments and criticism"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| your trench coat (being worn) Floyd \| a handgun (with 8 rounds) Floyd \| your keyring Floyd \| Floyd \| >		djfletch says, "hey cool we gots weaponry"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x me"
	Floyd \| You top off at about 5'6"... not the tallest girl around at 24, Floyd \| granted, but you make up for it in personality and one hundred and Floyd \| thirty-five pounds of trained muscle. Your jeans and tanktop show all Floyd \| the right parts of your toned and curvy figure, the baggy trench coat Floyd \| you usually wear over them telling of your disinterest in such things. Floyd \| Straight black hair falls about your shoulders, pale skin crying out Floyd \| for a tan while your dark blue eyes look upon the world with cool Floyd \| scorn. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x car"
	Floyd \| It's... your car. Hurray. The old thing is planted quite firmly on the Floyd \| ground at the side of the road here, and it doesn't look like it Floyd \| intends on moving any time soon. It's always playing little pranks on Floyd \| you like that. The engine has recently been making chuckling noises Floyd \| which you suspect are treasonous, and every time you--for whatever Floyd \| reason--try opening the hood, you're intrigued at how a maze of gears, Floyd \| belts, wires, circuitry and cables can be said to be "peering" up at Floyd \| you, with an unmistakable air of malevolence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	Lucea says, "I was a tester, so I should probably stay quietish"		DavidW says (to Lucea), "comments on channel, please."
	DrewMochak says, "You can comment on #clubfloyd all you want"		DavidW says (to djfletch), "yes. That surprised me."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "open car"
	Floyd \| You open the driver's door. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "get in car"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Your Shit Car Floyd \| You don't like it much, partly due to a suspicion of yours (reinforced Floyd \| each new day) that it doesn't like you back. It seems to only want to Floyd \| start when you don't want it to, for reasons mechanics never even try Floyd \| explaining to you on the grounds that if you understood your car was Floyd \| just a crabby old bitch and needed some Midol, you might stop paying Floyd \| them what you already know is too much money every three fucking Floyd \| months. Floyd \| Floyd \| The driver's side door is flopped lethargically open. Staring at you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "I found one thing in the car to take, but never found a use for it."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x car"
	Floyd \| The floor of your car is, being the standard for virtually every car Floyd \| owner in the world, liberally strewn with trash; your mind briefly Floyd \| churns at the concept of seeing what secrets might actually be lurking Floyd \| right under your feet. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x trash"
	Floyd \| The floor of your car is, being the standard for virtually every car Floyd \| owner in the world, liberally strewn with trash; your mind briefly Floyd \| churns at the concept of seeing what secrets might actually be lurking Floyd \| right under your feet. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "search trash"
	Floyd \| Oh sure, the miscellaneous collection of worthless crap might contain Floyd \| a million-dollar-winning bottle cap or any old Arc of the Covenant Floyd \| or--if you want to shoot for the moon--the explanation of So Far. But Floyd \| more likely you'll just find a used condom from 1998. And you'd quite Floyd \| frankly rather not go dragging any of that up again, thanks all the Floyd \| same. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "The car is probably hte most detailed room in the game. The ojbect really isn't useable in teh game yet. My plan is to make it useful later on in some obscure way that helps the atmosphere or character development but not intigral to the plot"
			* Lucea has joined the channel.
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "look under seat"
	Floyd \| Which do you mean, the seat, or the seat belt? Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Lucea says, "I forgot I wasn't on here"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "seat"
	Floyd \| Which do you mean, the seat, or the seat belt? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "look under car seat"
	Floyd \| I only understood you as far as wanting to look under the floor of Floyd \| your car. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "look under my seat"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "The passenger's door doesn't open or act like a door in any way, though."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x belt"
	Floyd \| The frayed belts drape loosely across the seatbacks, You haven't had Floyd \| to test, but you're highly dubious as to their life-saving ability. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x seat"
	Floyd \| Which do you mean, the seat, or the seat belt? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "x driver's seat"
	Floyd \| Er, it's a seat. It's, um, made of some generic soulless fabric that Floyd \| was probably made by some Chinese kid working for $2.50 an hour, and Floyd \| it's something that people sit on while driving or being driven. What Floyd \| did you expect? Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Yeah I meant to fix that but ran out of time. Seats work as a synonym for seat"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x seats"
	Floyd \| Er, it's a seat. It's, um, made of some generic soulless fabric that Floyd \| was probably made by some Chinese kid working for $2.50 an hour, and Floyd \| it's something that people sit on while driving or being driven. What Floyd \| did you expect? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "look under seats"
	Floyd \| Oh sure, the miscellaneous collection of worthless crap might contain Floyd \| a million-dollar-winning bottle cap or any old Arc of the Covenant Floyd \| or--if you want to shoot for the moon--the explanation of So Far. But Floyd \| more likely you'll just find a used condom from 1998. And you'd quite Floyd \| frankly rather not go dragging any of that up again, thanks all the Floyd \| same. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "out"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Outskirts of Gainesville Floyd \| You stand on the side of the packed dirt road leading to Gainesville. Floyd \| The road stretches far away behind you to the south and, eventually, Floyd \| turns off into a paved one that leads back to the central transit Floyd \| explosion that is modern American transportation. Your vision of the Floyd \| town is obscured by the trees; all you can tell is that the path Floyd \| leads, for now, to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| Your next-to useless, banged-up car is decidedly parked here. The Floyd \| driver's side door is hanging mockingly open at you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		Lucea asks, "Is all this new?"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "open trunk"
	Floyd \| There's nothing useful in there. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "in"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Your Shit Car Floyd \| You don't like it much, partly due to a suspicion of yours (reinforced Floyd \| each new day) that it doesn't like you back. It seems to only want to Floyd \| start when you don't want it to, for reasons mechanics never even try Floyd \| explaining to you on the grounds that if you understood your car was Floyd \| just a crabby old bitch and needed some Midol, you might stop paying Floyd \| them what you already know is too much money every three fucking Floyd \| months. Floyd \| Floyd \| The driver's side door is flopped lethargically open. Staring at you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x door"
	Floyd \| (the driver's door) Floyd \| The door is unquestionably the most useful part of this entire Floyd \| vehicle, as it allows you a quick and speedy departure from it Floyd \| whenever it decides to attempt homicide. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Good note. I guess I was assuming "that's not something ouy need to open" would work well enough for it"
			DrewMochak says, "Not all of it. I did pretty much re-write everything, though."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "out"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Outskirts of Gainesville Floyd \| You stand on the side of the packed dirt road leading to Gainesville. Floyd \| The road stretches far away behind you to the south and, eventually, Floyd \| turns off into a paved one that leads back to the central transit Floyd \| explosion that is modern American transportation. Your vision of the Floyd \| town is obscured by the trees; all you can tell is that the path Floyd \| leads, for now, to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| Your next-to useless, banged-up car is decidedly parked here. The Floyd \| driver's side door is hanging mockingly open at you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "look under car"
	Floyd \| Nothing there but dust--er, dirt. Dirt and insects. And a woodland Floyd \| creature. And a member of the 187th Airborne. And Jimmy Hoffa, Floyd \| probably, if you looked long enough. You thought the tires looked a Floyd \| little gummed up... Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x tires"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW asks (of djfletch), "Shall I tell you?"
			djfletch says, "yeah go on then"
			DavidW says, "open the glove compartment"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "in"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Your Shit Car Floyd \| You don't like it much, partly due to a suspicion of yours (reinforced Floyd \| each new day) that it doesn't like you back. It seems to only want to Floyd \| start when you don't want it to, for reasons mechanics never even try Floyd \| explaining to you on the grounds that if you understood your car was Floyd \| just a crabby old bitch and needed some Midol, you might stop paying Floyd \| them what you already know is too much money every three fucking Floyd \| months. Floyd \| Floyd \| The driver's side door is flopped lethargically open. Staring at you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x glove compartment"
	Floyd \| You can't see inside, since the glove compartment is closed. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "open it"
	Floyd \| On a whim, you pull open the glove compartment and root around inside. Floyd \| Your fingers close on a loose match. Odd. It must have fallen out of Floyd \| the matchbook when you took it out last time. Shrugging, you pocket Floyd \| it; it might come in handy later. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| your trench coat (being worn) Floyd \| a match Floyd \| a handgun (with 8 rounds) Floyd \| your keyring Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Seat belts are implamented, as are the radiator, ignition and radio"
			DavidW says, "and dashboard"
			DrewMochak says, "And oyu can >drive but that ends the game"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x radio"
	Floyd \| One of the terribly unfair ironies that you've had to come to terms Floyd \| with over the years in regards to your car is that no matter what Floyd \| state it's in (either "virtual junk heap" or "literal junk heap") the Floyd \| radio is always in perfect working order. Unfortunately, 'round "these Floyd \| parts" pretty much all that's on the radio is the same thirteen Floyd \| Christian rock songs, "drive-time morning shows" hosted by idiots that Floyd \| got rejected from the Blue Collar comedy tour, and political Floyd \| commentators trying to claim that keeping gay marriage illegal makes Floyd \| AmeriKKKa that much more awesome and, somehow, free. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "turn on radio"
	Floyd \| Ugh. No thanks. You're proud of the fact that you have never turned on Floyd \| the radio and you don't see how anything up to and including a freak Floyd \| meteorological event could change this. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Er, AC/heater, not radiator"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x ignition"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x heater"
	Floyd \| By contrast to the heater, the AC has never worked. You're always Floyd \| afraid of turning it on these days lest it start blasting heat at you Floyd \| instead of cold and then the damn thing would choose to stay on Floyd \| forever. Windows help, but you swear you're getting permanent hearing Floyd \| damage. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "start car"
	Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "He was fibbing about ignition. It's dashboard."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x dashboard"
	Floyd \| The dash is made of a material you don't recognize and has all sorts Floyd \| of controls on it which you don't either, which would worry you Floyd \| somewhat if they worked or performed any provable function. Since they Floyd \| don't, you don't, instead feeling only joy. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x controls"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "out"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Outskirts of Gainesville Floyd \| You stand on the side of the packed dirt road leading to Gainesville. Floyd \| The road stretches far away behind you to the south and, eventually, Floyd \| turns off into a paved one that leads back to the central transit Floyd \| explosion that is modern American transportation. Your vision of the Floyd \| town is obscured by the trees; all you can tell is that the path Floyd \| leads, for now, to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| Your next-to useless, banged-up car is decidedly parked here. The Floyd \| driver's side door is hanging mockingly open at you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x trees"
	Floyd \| Most of them aren't terribly large or tall, but many have long Floyd \| branches that have a bit too much overhang for your liking and form a Floyd \| thin curtain that obscures most of what's ahead from view. No doubt Floyd \| when you start the walk into town there's gonna be some pine needles Floyd \| in your hair. Why can't these people be like the rest of America and Floyd \| be down with some clear-cutting? Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "I am pretty sure I implamented >turn on car or >put key in ignition or something like that"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Dirt Road Floyd \| You stand on the southern part of a road that twists and winds further Floyd \| to the northwest. Trees stand on either side of you, seeming to arch Floyd \| over you more each time you look. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x trees"
	Floyd \| The trees survey the path, branches hanging down, giving an impression Floyd \| of ancient sentries that only barely tolerate your presence. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Dirt Road Floyd \| You stand on the southern part of a road that twists and winds further Floyd \| to the northwest. Trees stand on either side of you, seeming to arch Floyd \| over you more each time you look. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "nw"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Dirt Road Floyd \| This part of the path is just as well flattened as the rest. The Floyd \| amount of trees nearby is almost overbearing. That's all there seems Floyd \| to be. You feel a slight pull urging you to walk just a little faster Floyd \| down the road to the north, even while your slowly-rallying common Floyd \| sense implores you to go back to your car towards the southeast. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "There's one location coming up where I typed 'l' for look, over and over, just to watch the description change."
			DrewMochak says, "Heh. I'm pretty proud of that room, yeah."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x trees"
	Floyd \| The trees lean over the path, branches curling down, giving an Floyd \| impression of a set of teeth waiting for the perfect moment to Floyd \| clamp... You shake yourself. Now's not the time for flavor text. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "yeah, but that effect only makes sense if one walks."
			DrewMochak says, "It's a great confligration of good writing and good programming (if I say so myself)"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Dirt Road Floyd \| You can see what looks to be the town of Gainesville in the distance, Floyd \| to the northeast. You can't really tell; the trees that line your path Floyd \| also block your view. You can retreat from the town to the south. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x trees"
	Floyd \| The trees loom over the path, branches pointing down at you. Quite Floyd \| honestly, they've ceased being creepy or foreboding, and have been Floyd \| downgraded to "bloody annoying." You're quickly getting sick of this Floyd \| little venture of yours. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "ne"
	Floyd \| You emerge from the forest path, leads onto a paved walkway with grass Floyd \| on either side. You walk along it, the grass soon disappearing. You Floyd \| look around for a turn-off, a building, or just a person to ask for Floyd \| directions, yet after about five minutes of walking you see nothing. Floyd \| What the hell are you even doing here? the area appears completely Floyd \| deserted. This is ridiculous, probably some kind of prank. Floyd \| Floyd \| You stop short, for the first time realizing just how much sense that Floyd \| explanation makes. And you fell for it like a damned idiot. When (not Floyd \| if) you find the lousy son of a bitch who did this to you, you're Floyd \| gonna... Furious, you turn around -- Floyd \|		DrewMochak says, "It does. I guess I just assumed that people wouldn't sit still. I will probably just make >look act the same as moving in that spot"
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Lost in the Mists Floyd \| A thick, featureless mist has rolled in all around you. You can't see Floyd \| more than ten feet in any direction, and what you can see is utterly Floyd \| useless. No grass, no sidewalks, no trees, no buildings, no cars and Floyd \| no people. nothing. The entire ground is just a blank expanse of Floyd \| pavement, stretching out forever. Floyd \| Floyd \| You thump your shoe on the pavement and wait for the sound of an echo. Floyd \| Streamers of vapor dance with themselves as you move swiftly by, Floyd \| tangling and untangling as you try to find a way out. You blink your Floyd \| eyes, hard. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "I was suspicious of the setup long before reaching... um, here."
			DrewMochak says, "It is a pretty flimsy setup, yeah. All I can say is to trust that it will all make sense, in the end"
			DrewMochak says, "There's a lot of stuff goign on that isn't in any way obvious that will get revealed at the end. Thus making it not great for introcomp, I suppose"
			DavidW says, "well, some playthroughs reveal more than others, I noticed."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x pavement"
	Floyd \| The smooth, gray pavement below you stretches out in every direction, Floyd \| seemingly for miles. You can't tell for certain though because of all Floyd \| this goddamn fog blocking your vision. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Lost in the Mists Floyd \| You are suddenly seized by a burst of uncontrollable, raging fear that Floyd \| leaves you helpless and whimpering, but is gone just as soon as it Floyd \| appeared; you are left shaking and dizzied. You pull your coat tighter Floyd \| against your body, shivering slightly. There's a strange shifting Floyd \| under your feet as of something soft and pliable moving beneath you, Floyd \| but it passes almost as swiftly as it began. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Indeed. It's a very PC-centric game"
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "xyzzy"
	Floyd \| A sinister voice hisses "Wrong game, dumb bitch!" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Lost in the Mists Floyd \| Heady tendrils of vapor flow inside your nostrils, filling your throat Floyd \| with a disgusting taste. You dart looks in every direction, looking Floyd \| for something different. A low, keening noise travels through the Floyd \| mists from a directionless source. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says (to Drew), "Try to resist playing your own game. :)"
			DrewMochak says, "Heh."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "listen"
	Floyd \| You hear nothing unexpected. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| your trench coat (being worn) Floyd \| a match Floyd \| a handgun (with 8 rounds) Floyd \| your keyring Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "get handgun"
	Floyd \| Taken. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "shoot fog"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "shoot gun"
	Floyd \| You don't feel the need to impress your superiority over your handgun Floyd \| via a demonstration of firearm skills; it seems suitably cowed by your Floyd \| presence already. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "ha"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Lost in the Mists Floyd \| The only thing you can hear is your shoes, and even they sound Floyd \| dampened. A strange scent passes under your nose for a moment; sweet, Floyd \| yet also pungent. Massless shapes loom up and around you and then Floyd \| dissolve into nothingness. Your eyes penetrate the gloom, looking in Floyd \| all directions, but you can't make out anything useful--or anything at Floyd \| all. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "I guess 'shoot X' always means 'shoot X with gun'."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x shapes"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Yep. I think I implamented just >shoot but coudl be wrong."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Lost in the Mists Floyd \| Your shoes click dully on the pavement. The mist swirls around, just Floyd \| above your head. You dart looks in every direction, looking for Floyd \| something different. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| Lost in the Mists Floyd \| You call out your own name, just to hear human speech. You strain your Floyd \| ears for some sound that might guide you, and think you hear the Floyd \| distant wail of a siren--but it's quickly submerged in the quiet, Floyd \| leaving you to wonder if you had just imagined it. There's a strange Floyd \| shifting under your feet as of something soft and pliable moving Floyd \| beneath you, but it passes almost as swiftly as it began. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "shout"
	Floyd \| You scream, but it doesn't do you any good. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "wake"
	Floyd \| The dreadful truth is, this is not a dream. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "jump"
	Floyd \| You jump on the spot, fruitlessly. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "SAVE"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "cf5"
	Floyd \| Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch shoots the harmful Gene Ray at me, who suddenly can believe it's not butter.
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "shoot me"
	Floyd \| Not here, not yet. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| a handgun (with 8 rounds) Floyd \| your trench coat (being worn) Floyd \| a match Floyd \| your keyring Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x match"
	Floyd \| Um... it's a match. No, really, it is. It's, uh, wood, it's got Floyd \| magnesium on the end, you strike it against something and it obliges Floyd \| you by bursting into flames. There's not a lot else to note. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "strike match"
	Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "light match"
	Floyd \| This dangerous act would achieve little. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Lost in the Mists Floyd \| The blank pavement below your feet mirrors the featureless mists that Floyd \| hover above your head. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x mists"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x pavement"
	Floyd \| The smooth, gray pavement below you stretches out in every direction, Floyd \| seemingly for miles. You can't tell for certain though because of all Floyd \| this goddamn fog blocking your vision. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Lost in the Mists Floyd \| The mist hangs unnaturally still over you. You peer forward, trying to Floyd \| make something out. You feel alone, with only the dulled sounds of Floyd \| your shoes thudding against the pavement for company. You start Floyd \| guiltily, unable to shake the ominous feel that something is watching Floyd \| you. Eddies of mist drift past you, pushing your hair in front of your Floyd \| eyes. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "keep moving"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| Hmm. Is it just your imagination, or..? No, it's not. You can see Floyd \| blurry outlines of walls now, and... in the distance, some kind of Floyd \| house? You swish an arm in front of your face and things get Floyd \| clearer--this goddamn fog is definitely thinning now. Floyd \| Floyd \| Front of Ranch House Floyd \| You're standing just at the entrance to a horse ranch. The stables are Floyd \| to the northwest, and the house itself is to the north. You can't Floyd \| really make out very much of either from this far away, though. Floyd \| Overhead, you can see the sun setting, casting a fiery red glow over Floyd \| the scene. To the south lies a gate, firmly closed, preventing your Floyd \| egress; to either side of it lie high stone walls as far as you can Floyd \| see. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "So, what was going on in that section is taht the descriptoin is being randomly created each time the player moves or looks. It's taking sentences from a table at random, and a random number of sentences as well to make each "room""
			DavidW says, "yeah, I understood that."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x sun"
	Floyd \| The sky is mostly clear, although a considerable mass of white cloud Floyd \| cover can be seen dissipating off to the northwest. To your right, you Floyd \| can see the sun just starting its ascent into the sky, lending this Floyd \| odd tableau a rusty red hue. Just fantastic--now you'll be missing two Floyd \| days of work over... well. You're not quite sure what, exactly, Floyd \| anymore. But fuck it--this is more interesting, anyway. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x gate"
	Floyd \| The gate is a thick, wrought iron construction, complete with rusted Floyd \| hinges and slatted bars. And it is closed. What the--how is that Floyd \| possible? Did you just happen to accidentally phase through solid Floyd \| matter? Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "People never quite seem to be on teh right wavelength about it. I'm trying to create a sense of atmosphere but people just see it as a nuscence to be overcome and blame the game for not being able to get out of it"
			DavidW asks, "um, is the sun descending as per room description, or ascending as per sky description?"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| You can't go that way. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "open gate"
	Floyd \| You give the gate a tug--no good, it's not moving. Not locked, Floyd \| exactly, more like... stuck. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "push gate"
	Floyd \| It is fixed in place. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Hahaha I can't believe I never noticed that. Sky description is wrong, yes."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "kick gate"
	Floyd \| You give the gate a solid womp with your palm--en guard, lest Floyd \| gait!--and feel the gate slap you back just as hard. Well at least Floyd \| that rules out holograms. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x house"
	Floyd \| From this vantage point you can't make out very much, except that it's Floyd \| quite large. You can make out the porch well enough though; it's open Floyd \| to the elements with a couple of old rocking chairs swaying back and Floyd \| forth in the breeze. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "n"
	Floyd \| You trudge on towards the old house, hoping to find someone that can Floyd \| show you around this town... but the house isn't any closer. Frowning, Floyd \| you turn around to retrace your steps--and realize that that's no Floyd \| longer necessary. The gate is still only a couple of steps away. What Floyd \| the--? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "nw"
	Floyd \| As much as you might like to, now isn't really a good time to go Floyd \| rustlin' up some grub. And anyways, they're not yours. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x porch"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x gate"
	Floyd \| Peering closer, you can see that a piece of the locking mechanism Floyd \| appears to have come loose; it's lying on the ground just past the Floyd \| gate. You could probably reach it through the bars. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "get piece"
	Floyd \| You get on your knees and start reaching through the bars. Your Floyd \| fingers just land on the piece of rusted metal, but can't quite close Floyd \| over it. Slowly you push it forward, just a few more centimeters Floyd \| and--got it. Floyd \| Floyd \| "She's fixing the gate!" Floyd \| Floyd \| Your head whips around to see three men running towards you from the Floyd \| ranch house. You pull yourself to your feet and raise your hands, Floyd \| trying to explain yourself, but even to your own ears the words that Floyd \| come out sound like babble. The men ignore you, running closer--it's Floyd \| then that you notice that one of them, the eldest, is armed. All Floyd \| right, this is getting serious. Your hand flashes inside your coat for Floyd \| your own gun-- Floyd \| Floyd \| "Not as clever as you thought you were. Are ya?" Floyd \| Floyd \| One of the younger men chortles this, just before the older one fires Floyd \| his shotgun. A load of buckshot blasts through your rib cage; however Floyd \| it lacks the force to create an exit wound. Floyd \| Floyd \| It's not at all like you thought it would be. All over, your body Floyd \| feels cold. But the wounds feel hot... you don't get that at all... Floyd \| Floyd \| As if from outside yourself, you see you slump to the ground, deep red Floyd \| blossoming from your chest cavity. You hear what sounds like a volcano Floyd \| inside your head, and look down at your body convulsing; blood flecked Floyd \| with mucus sprays from your mouth, staining your coat and shirt a deep Floyd \| crimson. Physically, you're not repulsed--you've seen worse things on Floyd \| TV--but the fact that that's you, this is your life draining away, is Floyd \| enough to send the you watching you die reeling away in a shock that Floyd \| feels as real as the pellets that ripped through your body not a half Floyd \| second ago. Floyd \| Floyd \| Before you can see anything else happen, the space before you seems to Floyd \| flatten out into one dimension; the ground, the sky, the gate, the Floyd \| house, your body lying in a pool of its own blood, the man that shot Floyd \| you wracking his slide and kicking out the shell on your face--all Floyd \| stretch out before you as if existing all on one plane. Even that Floyd \| slowly fades until all is gray... then black. Floyd \|		DrewMochak says, "Hm. Should make more synonyms there"
	DavidW pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| The first sense to return is feeling: A hard surface, digging into Floyd \| your spine. It is uncomfortable. Though, not nearly as uncomfortable Floyd \| as having your lungs turned to pulp by a shotgun blast. All things are Floyd \| relative. Floyd \| Floyd \| You trail your fingers over your own skin, gingerly, expecting to Floyd \| wince from pain at any moment--but no. Nothing. There is no ragged, Floyd \| bloody hole in your chest. You are breathing normally. The second Floyd \| sense to come back is hearing, the first sound you hear being a dull Floyd \| thunk as your elbows accidentally smack into the walls on either side Floyd \| of you; the second being a muted "Sonofabitch." After that, the others Floyd \| come back in a rush... except for sight. Floyd \| Floyd \| Darkness Floyd \| It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Maybe the match will work here. I never thought to try it here."
			DrewMochak says, "Someone tried it and I think I came up with a response for it but dunno if it's implamented"
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "light match"
	Floyd \| From your cursory examination of this prison, there don't seem to be Floyd \| any air holes. Though the light may be helpful, it would also Floyd \| significantly tap your current supply of oxygen. And you only have Floyd \| one. Besides, you don't need light. You're a ninja. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "yay"
			djfletch says, "pedantry: technically a plane is two dimensions"
			DavidW says, "okay, you did anticipate the attempt. Another point for you."
			DrewMochak says, "Point. Hmph."
			DrewMochak exclaims, "Yay! Points! YAY!"
			DrewMochak says, "Yeah. A lot of anticipated stuff is in here actually"
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "scream"
	Floyd \| Okay, it's safe to say you're pretty rattled now, so you let out a Floyd \| good yell. The sound reverberates extremely loudly and hurts your ears Floyd \| rather a lot, but doesn't appear to do anything else. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "x walls"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch walls"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Some of the corners are better ipmlamented than the main plot, haha"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You do realize that you're trapped in a small box, right? Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "You can do that, oyu're just using hte wrong word"
			DavidW says, "I think I just typed 'out' here, without exploring much."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "feel"
	Floyd \| (the surroundings) Floyd \| Floyd \| You run your palms all over the sides of wherever you are. It is Floyd \| clearly made from thick hard wood, you'd guess pine, and it's Floyd \| rectangular. You have just enough room to turn yourself around in Floyd \| here, and maybe four inches of space. Running your hands over the top Floyd \| of the box, you can feel metal studs holding the corners together... Floyd \| nails? Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "You can listen and smell and feel the sides and stuff"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x studs"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x nails"
	Floyd \| It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "feel nails"
	Floyd \| You run your palms all over the sides of wherever you are. It is Floyd \| clearly made from thick hard wood, you'd guess pine, and it's Floyd \| rectangular. You have just enough room to turn yourself around in Floyd \| here, and maybe four inches of space. Running your hands over the top Floyd \| of the box, you can feel metal studs holding the corners together... Floyd \| nails? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "push top"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "push box"
	Floyd \| You do realize that you're trapped in a small box, right? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "push lid"
	Floyd \| You do realize that you're trapped in a small box, right? Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "Fingers must be damned sensitive to tell what type of wood something is by touch alone."
			DrewMochak says, "Hm. Shoudl block examine anything to that default response rather than just everything"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "get nails"
	Floyd \| You do realize that you're trapped in a small box, right? Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "She is very good"
			DrewMochak says, "But yeah, should probably delete taht detail"
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "kick"
	Floyd \| What do you want to kick? Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "surroundings"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "kick box"
	Floyd \| There may not be enough room to kick upwards, but there are other Floyd \| solutions. You concentrate your attack on the center of a board, where Floyd \| you know the wood will be weakest. You are calm. You will get out of Floyd \| this. You keep telling yourself this, to focus your mind and steady Floyd \| your nerves. You are aware, almost as an afterthought, that you Floyd \| frightened beyond measure; also if you listen to this you will lose Floyd \| control and be gone. Methodically, you batter away at the top of the Floyd \| box with your hands. The first hint of a give, the acknowledgment of Floyd \| weakness fills you with triumph. You bash at the lid repeatedly, Floyd \| refusing to give up until finally it starts to crack... and a fine Floyd \| dust begins to filter through. You wait for it to stop, but it never Floyd \| does. Not even when it covers your stomach and starts flowing towards Floyd \| your mouth--and still, no light. Oh GOD. It suddenly hits you, you Floyd \| know exactly where this is. This is, it's your-- Floyd \| Floyd \| With a burst of furious determination, you smash your fist one last Floyd \| time into the coffin--because that's what the fuck it is-- and the Floyd \| board splinters, momentum moving it into the mound of raining dirt Floyd \| Pushing off of your back with your feet, using all your might, you Floyd \| rise against the crushing weight of the soil baring down on you. Your Floyd \| breath held, you push yourself to your feet--but it still isn't Floyd \| enough. Cursing your height in the back of your mind you claw Floyd \| desperately at the earth, shoveling handfuls off yourself as one word Floyd \| dominates your thoughts: UP. You tilt your head back, lungs burning, Floyd \| trying to spring off the wrecked boards. Your support sinks Floyd \| sickeningly further down into the ground but you are still able to Floyd \| make some sort of half-assed arching movement, just enough for your Floyd \| head to break the surface. You exhale and immediately inhale again, Floyd \| throwing your arms out in front of you, digging them into the soft Floyd \| earth as gravity pulls at that fucking trench coat and all the Floyd \| pointless useless shit in it. Your face twists itself into a rictus of Floyd \| determination as you rip your fingernails bloody, fighting against the Floyd \| weight of the earth tumbling you back into the open grave. The first Floyd \| few inches are the hardest ones to manage, but you do manage them, and Floyd \| then a few more, slowly but surely extricating yourself from the pit, Floyd \| just enough to allow you the leverage to push down and free your legs. Floyd \| You roll over onto your back, hands and feet scrabbling wildly, Floyd \| propelling your body away from the unstable boundaries of the hole Floyd \| even as it shifts and fills itself. Floyd \| Floyd \| Slowly, you sit up. It is only then you can be bothered to examine Floyd \| your surroundings. Floyd \| Floyd \| Graveyard (on the dirt) Floyd \| You are in a graveyard. You can tell, see, because of the graves. They Floyd \| lie before you, headstones and crosses in little white rows. The moon Floyd \| casts feeble illumination over the scene, throwing deep shadows in all Floyd \| directions. You can see, to the west, the spires of a church. Any Floyd \| other landmarks are enclosed by a high stone wall enclosing the entire Floyd \| plot of land. Floyd \| Floyd \| Large doors lead west into the church. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
			DavidW says, "cool. You handled 'kick' properly."
			DrewMochak says, "There, anyway."
			DavidW says, "If she's a 'ninja', she better know how to kick."
			DrewMochak says, "Indeed"
			djfletch says, "now we need to eat some brains"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x headstones"
	Floyd \| You can't really get a good look at any of the headstones from the Floyd \| position you're in; from here, they all seem blank. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "get up"
	Floyd \| After taking a few minutes to just sit and get yourself under control Floyd \| you push yourself slowly, methodically, up to your feet. Giving your Floyd \| surroundings a perfunctory once-over you notice something you didn't Floyd \| before, or rather someone. A figure, who's gender you can't even Floyd \| determine, is standing in profile, the silhouette mostly hidden by a Floyd \| headstone. You creep forward, your footsteps making no sound on the Floyd \| dirt of the cemetery. As soon as you get into a position to observe, Floyd \| the figure turns around with unnatural smoothness to stare directly Floyd \| into your eyes. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Well." he says, and instantly the shock of recognition chills you. Floyd \| "Well, well, well." You know that voice. You know that face. It's Floyd \| Marcus. "Gone and died, have you?" He smirks. "Yeah, I did that once. Floyd \| I guess you could say I never really recovered." Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Hahaha"
			DrewMochak asks, "Is it pathetically obvious that it's a coffin before you break out of it?"
			djfletch says, "pretty obvious once you know the size of it"
			DavidW says, "It was obvious to me with the first 'trapped in a small box' message, not before."
			djfletch says, "the fact that you have just been killed is a clue"
			DrewMochak says, "Okay. Originally that scene was right after the mists, I added that ranchhouse bit later and stuck it there because basically, it can't go anywhere else"
			DrewMochak says, "Which works except that, yeah, it makes it seem obvious that oyu've just died and that oyu're in a coffin is kind of the next logical step."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x marcus"
	Floyd \| You know this man. His voice, his almost aggressively bad posture, his Floyd \| faded overalls, the more careless than carefree tousle of his hair, Floyd \| the "I hate the band you like" t-shirt he wears over his skinny Floyd \| chest--these are all characteristic of the man who was one of your Floyd \| best friends. The way he looks at you now is new; not quite predatory, Floyd \| but there is an unmistakable air of contempt in how he addresses you. Floyd \| The eyes are not new, though, recessed inside his gaunt pale face. Nor Floyd \| is him tapping his arms on his hips new. Ah, yes, the arms--covered Floyd \| with small scars, running in a crisscrossed pattern over his veins. Floyd \| No, those are not new, at all. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "marcus, hello"
	Floyd \| There is no reply. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "talk to marcus"
	Floyd \| What do you want to say? Floyd \| 1. "You're dead." Floyd \| 2. "Hey... been a while." Floyd \| 3. "What is this place?" Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "3"
	Floyd \| Enter a number, or 0 to say nothing. >> 3 Floyd \| Floyd \| "Marcus," you say, urgently. "Do you know what is going on here?" Floyd \| Floyd \| Marcus grins at you. "Oh, do I ever. But--" he puts his finger to the Floyd \| side of his head, "--I'm not supposed to tell you. Not that I really Floyd \| want to anyway. Hey--I know, you've really been busy with the whole Floyd \| Night of the Living Dead thing, but did you ever take a moment to look Floyd \| at all these graves?" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x graves"
	Floyd \| Possessed by a morbid fascination, you begin looking at the headstones Floyd \| commemorating the graves. It doesn't take you long before you realize Floyd \| that almost all of them are completely blank. There's Marcus' grave Floyd \| though, sure enough--and next to it--! Floyd \| Floyd \| Oh, God. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Rustle, Will--L. May 16th, 1983--D. September 8th, 1998. Cause of Floyd \| death: auto accident." Floyd \| Floyd \| You remember him, of course. You'll never forget the last time you Floyd \| kissed him: at the funeral, in his coffin. the material of his shirt, Floyd \| the stillness of his chest, the deathly pallor of his skin--dry, and Floyd \| cold as ice. Sometimes, you feel it so vividly in a dream that when Floyd \| you wake up, you think it's happening again. Floyd \| Floyd \| And right next to his grave... "Dreyfus, Michael. B. June 3rd, Floyd \| 1983--D. June 3rd, 2004. Cause of death: auto accident." Floyd \| Floyd \| You remember what it was like getting the call that evening. The Floyd \| denial that flooded through you, followed by the dull emptiness of the Floyd \| space that opened up in you, and everyone who knew him. You remember Floyd \| his parents, your friends, huddled close around his casket. God, how Floyd \| horrible... You can't help but wonder--did he know? In those last few Floyd \| minutes, when he felt control slipping from him, did he realize that Floyd \| his time had come? Was he afraid? And what does he know now that we do Floyd \| not? Did he feel pain? Does it haunt him every day of his spiritual Floyd \| life, as the memory of his passing haunts those he left behind? Floyd \| Floyd \| You can't look anymore. God fucking dammit, what is this? Is this some Floyd \| sort of purgatory? Are you dead, now, and this is what it's like? Or Floyd \| is this just another dream? You're sick of it. Absolutely, utterly, Floyd \| sick to fucking death of dreams. Floyd \| Floyd \| Others call you the rock, the emotional center of their universe. How Floyd \| can that be possible when you can't even begin to reconcile with your Floyd \| own past? What makes you so special that the images, sensations, pain, Floyd \| and emotions all stay with you, even to this day? You'd think you'd Floyd \| work through it, get past it, but no. That would be normal. Expected. Floyd \| The right way for things to happen. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Marcus gives you a cold look as the weight of all that's happened to Floyd \| you sinks in again. "Now do you understand?" he asks, quietly. "This Floyd \| town was made for you, Kristen." He glares at you, bitterly. "ALL for Floyd \| YOU." Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| You are tired. Floyd \| Floyd \| So. Very. Tired. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Depending on whether oyu >x graves before or after choosign tha option in teh conversation the ending is different for both responses"

	djfletch says (to Floyd), "talk to marcus"
	Floyd \| What do you want to say? Floyd \| 1. "You're dead." Floyd \| 2. "Hey... been a while." Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "1"
	Floyd \| Enter a number, or 0 to say nothing. >> 1 Floyd \| "You... you're... this is..." Floyd \| Floyd \| You stammer, unable to get the words out. Marcus, however, saves you Floyd \| the trouble. "Dead? Yeah... like I said, never recovered. Oh, damn the Floyd \| government, damn them! It's all the fault of those Communist Nazi Floyd \| Satanist fundamentalist judges legislating from the bench. Or that Floyd \| damned liberal Jew media brainwashing me to vote for Buchanan. Or Floyd \| something. ON WEEEEEEEE!" Marcus throws out his arms in an exaggerated Floyd \| gesture of helplessness before leaning close for a moment and Floyd \| whispering "I always wanted to use the word ennui in a sentence. I Floyd \| mean--come on. It's SO cool." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "talk to marcus"
	Floyd \| What do you want to say? Floyd \| 1. "..." Floyd \| 2. "Some things never change." Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "2"
	Floyd \| Enter a number, or 0 to say nothing. >> 2 Floyd \| You let out a soft chuckle. "Well, I can tell the whole being dead Floyd \| thing is treating you well." Floyd \| Floyd \| Marcus grins at you. "Very well, indeed--the health plan, for Floyd \| instance, is great. I mean, I can shoot up, and not have to worry Floyd \| about overdosing!" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "talk to marcus"
	Floyd \| What do you want to say? Floyd \| 1. "Still doing that, eh?" Floyd \| 2. "You're kidding. Right?" Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "1"
	Floyd \| Enter a number, or 0 to say nothing. >> 1 Floyd \| There is an uneasy silence. "So... even death doesn't stop you from Floyd \| taking drugs?" Floyd \| Floyd \| Marcus shakes his head. "Nope. Why should it? All death means to me is Floyd \| ya don't have to worry about dyin' anymore. And what's so bad about Floyd \| that?" Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "talk to marcus"
	Floyd \| What do you want to say? Floyd \| 1. "That's kind of sad." Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "1"
	Floyd \| Enter a number, or 0 to say nothing. >> 1 Floyd \| "Marcus... I'll be honest... that's a pretty sad world view." Floyd \| Floyd \| Marcus nods. "I won't ask if you think I should stop because I already Floyd \| know the answer." He sighs. "I guess I've just never bothered to care Floyd \| before. I mean, what's the point? You don't do a lot when you're dead. Floyd \| Oh, sure, you can spy on all those nubile young ladies in the shower Floyd \| whenever you want but that just really gets old after a few years, you Floyd \| know? That was a joke, by the way. It never got old." You reach up to Floyd \| give Marcus a friendly cuff on the shoulder and then stop, uncertain Floyd \| of just what will happen. You feel a sudden chill and drop your hand Floyd \| back down. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Do you... think that you can?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Well that's the question, in'nit?" Marcus weighs your question for a Floyd \| few moments. "I guess right now, I... just don't know. It's, well. Floyd \| It's not something I've seriously tried before." Marcus gives you a Floyd \| dry look. "There's always a first time for everything." You start to Floyd \| smile. Floyd \| Floyd \| And then, it happens. Floyd \| Floyd \| There is a rush of wind that almost knocks you down--Marcus, looking Floyd \| behind you, sees it first and his eyes become as wide as dinner Floyd \| plates. You whip around to find out what's happening--and come face to Floyd \| face with the likes of something you have never before witnessed in Floyd \| any of your worst nightmares. Floyd \| Floyd \| For a frightening few moments your brain refuses to let you see what's Floyd \| right in front of your eyes clearly, however, it comes into focus soon Floyd \| enough. The thing's green-and-yellow skin is stretched taught over a Floyd \| collection of moving parts that look like they've been slapped Floyd \| together by a God gone mad. You can see things--ranging from gray Floyd \| tumorous growths to unidentifiable red streaks that glisten Floyd \| wetly--sliding around underneath the skin. It stands on six legs, Floyd \| making it look like a giant squatting insect. Each leg terminates with Floyd \| a long, silvery, wicked-looking prong that glints in the moonlight Floyd \| with what must be poison. Acidic-looking drool falls from the Floyd \| creature's open mouth filled with teeth as sharp as needles. It Floyd \| exhales, forcing you to step back and cough--it's as if the vapor Floyd \| actively seeks to burn out your lungs. The creature looks ill at ease Floyd \| on the ground, seeming more accustomed to flying with the huge Floyd \| jet-black wings sticking straight out from it's sides, flapping slowly Floyd \| and powerfully. Perhaps the most disturbing aspect of this thing, Floyd \| however, is that there appear to be no eyes on its face, and yet it is Floyd \| most definitely staring straight at you. Floyd \| Floyd \| Marcus lets out a yell that is mixed parts anguish and frustration. Floyd \| "Of course! Of course, just as soon as I start thinking about it it Floyd \| fucking comes back! Do you see, Kristen? Do you see what I have to Floyd \| deal with!" Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "ah, good. We're on this path."
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE"
	DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf6"
	Floyd \| Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "That is something that will make a difference later. I mean, besides the immediate"
			DavidW says, "The first time I played through this, I was on the other path."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Graveyard Floyd \| You are in a graveyard. You can tell, see, because of the graves. They Floyd \| lie before you, headstones and crosses in little white rows. The moon Floyd \| casts feeble illumination over the scene, throwing deep shadows in all Floyd \| directions. You can see, to the west, the spires of a church. Any Floyd \| other landmarks are enclosed by a high stone wall enclosing the entire Floyd \| plot of land. Floyd \| Floyd \| The nightmarish creature eyes you menacingly, flexing its wings. Floyd \| Floyd \| Marcus peers at you, waiting. Floyd \| Floyd \| Large doors lead west into the church. Floyd \| Floyd \| The creature stabs its spear-like legs into the ground, advancing on Floyd \| Marcus with a grim sense of purpose. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Yeah, it's not meant ot be satisfying. But the game continues."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| a handgun (with 8 rounds) Floyd \| your trench coat (being worn) Floyd \| a match Floyd \| your keyring Floyd \| Floyd \| The creature reaches Marcus and grasps him around the middle, clasping Floyd \| him to its underbelly as it rears back upright for the kill. Marcus Floyd \| kicks and beats at the creature until one of its stilettos sinks into Floyd \| his shoulder, at which point his struggles soon weaken, and then stop Floyd \| altogether. You watch, mesmerized, as Marcus's already deathly pale Floyd \| visage is drained of all animation, leaving it a lifeless husk which Floyd \| the creature then carelessly discards over the wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| Its head swivels around to face you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "bye bye Marcus."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "shoot creature"
	Floyd \| You raise the gun, sight down the barrel, and squeeze off a shot. The Floyd \| bullet hits the thing's face dead-on and makes a dull thud noise Floyd \| before dropping to the ground; the creature's head is thrown Floyd \| unnaturally far back by the force of the bullet, but other than that Floyd \| it doesn't seem to mind. Floyd \| Floyd \| The creature slowly but surely advances towards you, and then stops. Floyd \| It takes you a moment to realize why: it's standing in front of the Floyd \| hole you climbed out of, the dirt still shifting uneasily. You can't Floyd \| see any sort of expression mass over its triangular face but it Floyd \| appears to be considering the best way to pass this obstacle. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "g"
	Floyd \| You raise the gun, sight down the barrel, and squeeze off a shot. The Floyd \| bullet hits the thing's face dead-on and makes a dull thud noise Floyd \| before dropping to the ground; the creature's head is thrown Floyd \| unnaturally far back by the force of the bullet, but other than that Floyd \| it doesn't seem to mind. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| You see your chance and take it. You chop at the creature with your Floyd \| arm with all your might to get it out of your fucking way, and send it Floyd \| overbalancing and toppling to the ground--and then you're off and Floyd \| running, as fast as you've ever run in your life. The creature manages Floyd \| to right itself relatively soon, of course, but by then you've got a Floyd \| decent head start. Quickly you reach the doors of the church and throw Floyd \| your weight against them, shuffling inside and spinning on your heel Floyd \| immediately upon entering. (Comparatively) bright light spills out Floyd \| into the moonlit gloom, but from this angle it makes the outside even Floyd \| more difficult to see. You look over the door, frantically trying to Floyd \| find a way to secure it. Floyd \| Floyd \| Church Floyd \| The large doors stand open to the east. Floyd \| Floyd \| These are doors that look as if they have been transported from the Floyd \| 17th century. A time when people took pride in everything they worked, Floyd \| and when a set of doors could mean only two things: being very, very Floyd \| open, or being very, very closed. The handles of the door are the only Floyd \| metal part of the door apart from the hinges, and stick out noticeably Floyd \| from each door. They are not a part of the door proper, however, and Floyd \| so there is a large amount of space between the handle and the door it Floyd \| is attached to; when the doors are closed, these handles line up Floyd \| perfectly. Above the door frame is an inscription which reads: Floyd \| "Welcome, friend, to a place free from all sin, where a weary traveler Floyd \| may rest a while, to be safe from his or her demons." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x handles"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x door"
	Floyd \| These are doors that look as if they have been transported from the Floyd \| 17th century. A time when people took pride in everything they worked, Floyd \| and when a set of doors could mean only two things: being very, very Floyd \| open, or being very, very closed. The handles of the door are the only Floyd \| metal part of the door apart from the hinges, and stick out noticeably Floyd \| from each door. They are not a part of the door proper, however, and Floyd \| so there is a large amount of space between the handle and the door it Floyd \| is attached to; when the doors are closed, these handles line up Floyd \| perfectly. Above the door frame is an inscription which reads: Floyd \| "Welcome, friend, to a place free from all sin, where a weary traveler Floyd \| may rest a while, to be safe from his or her demons." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Church Floyd \| The large doors stand open to the east. Floyd \| Floyd \| You can hear the rush of air the creature's wings make as it flies Floyd \| towards you, but you can't see a thing; the moonlight has all but Floyd \| disappeared, making the creature's jet black wings completely Floyd \| invisible. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "close doors"
	Floyd \| Grasping the handles of the double doors with a death grip, you push Floyd \| the doors shut. The resulting boom reverberates throughout the entire Floyd \| pulpit, sending dust motes flying in all directions. You know that it Floyd \| won't be enough, though. These doors open inwards, and there is no Floyd \| latch. How the hell do you lock this thing...?! Looking frantically Floyd \| about, you notice a massive iron bolt propped up against the wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "The business about the door handles being lined up when closed -- before the doors are closed -- seems a bit premature."
			DrewMochak says, "Noted."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "get bolt"
	Floyd \| You take the bolt from where it's leaning against the wall and ram it Floyd \| through the space in between the handles of the door. It's almost Floyd \| anticlimactic, really; no solid feeling of locking into place, no Floyd \| dramatically appropriate thunk. Then you take a step back and look at Floyd \| the door--at how the horizontal bolt goes through the vertical Floyd \| handles--and raise an eyebrow. Locked, the door now has a perfect Floyd \| metal cross sealing it shut. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "It's a nice mental image, though, when everything on the door is put together."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Church Floyd \| To the east, the large doors stand shut. Floyd \| Floyd \| The creature bangs itself against the door; you hear it as a muted Floyd \| thud of all six of its deadly spears impacting with the thick wood. Floyd \| There's no way of telling, of course, but you don't imagine it can get Floyd \| through this way. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Thank ya."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| You can't go that way. Floyd \| Floyd \| You tense, preparing for another blow against the double doors--and Floyd \| hear none. You pause for a few more seconds, waiting. Silence. After a Floyd \| few moments even the rhythmic flapping of wings fades. You hold your Floyd \| breath for another long moment, and then slowly let it out. You are Floyd \| alone now. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "z"
	Floyd \| Time passes. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Church Floyd \| Softly burning oil lamps attached to the walls by iron brackets cast a Floyd \| warm, pleasant illumination all around this monumental structure. Floyd \| Tilting your head upward, you cannot see the ceiling; just a dark Floyd \| space where the light of the fires cannot reach. The doors that lead Floyd \| out to the graveyard are to the east; in front of them is the pulpit Floyd \| complete with wooden lectern. In front of that, the pews sit in their Floyd \| solemn, respectful rows. There's an undeniable beauty to this place, a Floyd \| sort of old-age splendor that you're not used to seeing these days. Floyd \| The building has the look of a labor of love built by many strong Floyd \| hands with keen eyes and an intense attention to the minute but Floyd \| significant details which a religious structure requires. Offsetting Floyd \| that is a small, plain-looking wooden door in the south wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| To the east, the large doors stand shut. Floyd \| Floyd \| On the lectern is an a black, weighty tome. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x tome"
	Floyd \| Very interesting, this book. The light seems to slide off of the Floyd \| cover, leaving it a small pool of inky blackness wherever it lies. Floyd \| Just looking at it gives you eyestrain; maybe it's just the light, or Floyd \| maybe there is no title printed on this book at all. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "read tome"
	Floyd \| You flip the book open to a random page. The words shine from the Floyd \| paper, in a wide-spaced font that leaves little room on the page: "The Floyd \| secrets contained within the town of Gainesville are for you, and only Floyd \| you. The book from which you are now reading is intended to help give Floyd \| you a tool for you to use to conquer your demons. If the burden Floyd \| becomes too heavy, this volume gives you the power to dispel anything Floyd \| that dares to stand against you. How you choose to use this tool is Floyd \| entirely up to you." Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "get book"
	Floyd \| Taken. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| an a black, weighty tome Floyd \| a handgun (with 6 rounds) Floyd \| your trench coat (being worn) Floyd \| a match Floyd \| your keyring Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "I'm debating whether or not I even want to include this element in teh final game."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "read tome"
	Floyd \| You flip the book open to a random page. The words shine from the Floyd \| paper, in a wide-spaced font that leaves little room on the page: "The Floyd \| secrets contained within the town of Gainesville are for you, and only Floyd \| you. The book from which you are now reading is intended to help give Floyd \| you a tool for you to use to conquer your demons. If the burden Floyd \| becomes too heavy, this volume gives you the power to dispel anything Floyd \| that dares to stand against you. How you choose to use this tool is Floyd \| entirely up to you." Floyd \| >		DavidW asks, "The book?"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x pews"
	Floyd \| Your eyes briefly slide over the rows upon rows of pews--this church Floyd \| looks like it could have seated hundreds of people. But it is now Floyd \| empty. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "pray"
	Floyd \| That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| As you step towards the exit, a hand shoots out of a pool of shadow Floyd \| cast by the lamplight beneath the door and seizes one of your Floyd \| shoulders in a vice-like grip. You start to whip around but the hand Floyd \| does that for you, bringing you face to pouchy, fat face with your Floyd \| father. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Well," he says, cold eyes boring into your face with an unmistakable Floyd \| air of malevolence. "Well... well well." He looks you up and down, Floyd \| taking in the disheveled state of your clothes; the dirt you've Floyd \| tracked all over the church floor. He just sighs. "You know, I miss Floyd \| the old days. They knew how to handle uppity women back then. I Floyd \| wouldn't have to deal with this kind of disrespect then, I'd just Floyd \| black your eye. But now I gotta tiptoe through the goddamn tulips else Floyd \| y'all start screaming 'He hit me! Raape! Domestic assaauult! Aaaaahh!' Floyd \| and I gotta dip into my retirement funds to get lawyers and blow Floyd \| through court dates and skip town and it's just such a stupid waste of Floyd \| time. Ah, time. We all have such a limited amount of time. Do you see Floyd \| what I am saying, Kristen?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Get your FUCKING hands off me you cretin--" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Temper, temper, child," his face growls. His grip increases, your Floyd \| shoulder crying out in pain. You aim a sidehand chop at his arm; under Floyd \| normal circumstances you're quite certain it would have broken his Floyd \| wrist, but it doesn't seem to have fazed him. "This is a dangerous Floyd \| place. You can die, and there won't even be any carrion to come 'round Floyd \| to strip your bones. Not even the worms will love you. So watch your Floyd \| step, or you'll find yourself back in a 6-foot hole like your doped-up Floyd \| fag friend back there." He shakes his head. "Fine fucking company for Floyd \| my daughter to associate with. So that she can become... Just. Like. Floyd \| THEM." He spits with disgust. "We've tried. You know? We really did. Floyd \| But you just wouldn't have any of it. So off you go." Floyd \| Floyd \| Quick as a flash, his hand lets go of your shoulder to whip towards Floyd \| your face; you lean back to avoid the devastating punch you're sure is Floyd \| coming to break your nose, and his fist closes over your chin. His Floyd \| fingers are like iron; his horse-like face is brought an inch from Floyd \| yours as he hisses at you to open your mouth. You grit your teeth; he Floyd \| slaps you across the face. His strength wins out over your will; his Floyd \| other hand comes out and forces a pill down your throat. You gag with Floyd \| all your might, but it's no good. He releases you, backing up a few Floyd \| steps, wiping off his hands on his robes as if ridding himself of a Floyd \| particularly unseemly form of vermin. You always thought he'd make a Floyd \| great name for himself as a preacher, and damned if he doesn't look Floyd \| the part now. Amazing the things that run through your mind at times Floyd \| like these. As bad as you usually feel for putting him in the Floyd \| hospital, right now you can't think of anything other than how much Floyd \| you wish you'd finished the job. Floyd \| Floyd \| "That's better, Missy. This'll fix you right up. Now get out of here. Floyd \| You're a Cymbalta child now... Not mine." Floyd \| Floyd \| His words echo into the near distances, feeling as if they're Floyd \| traveling a thousand miles to drop into your head. Your father's face Floyd \| morphs into the face on the Christ statue, creating some sort of Floyd \| unwholesome amalgamation, lamps raining fire down upon you as the Floyd \| world turns away. Inside your mind, you hear the church bell... hell's Floyd \| bell... school bell? Oh, right. The bell to end first period, it rang Floyd \| right before everything really went to shit. Good times. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| * To be continued * Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Yeah"
			DavidW says, "Up to you, of course. You could make the tome untakeable, or move its functions into an NPC."
			DrewMochak says, "Indeed. I'll likely either do what I'm planning on doing with it to or I'll just remove the entire plot therad it refers to and just not have the obok there at all i nteh final game."
			DavidW says, "btw, I have no idea what 'Cymbalta' means."
			DrewMochak says, "Anyone else wanna tell him or is that my job]"
			djfletch says, "I don't know either"
			DavidW says, "The game should say. Eventually."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "undo"
	Floyd \| Church Floyd \| [Previous turn undone.] Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Church Floyd \| Softly burning oil lamps attached to the walls by iron brackets cast a Floyd \| warm, pleasant illumination all around this monumental structure. Floyd \| Tilting your head upward, you cannot see the ceiling; just a dark Floyd \| space where the light of the fires cannot reach. The doors that lead Floyd \| out to the graveyard are to the east; in front of them is the pulpit Floyd \| complete with wooden lectern. In front of that, the pews sit in their Floyd \| solemn, respectful rows. There's an undeniable beauty to this place, a Floyd \| sort of old-age splendor that you're not used to seeing these days. Floyd \| The building has the look of a labor of love built by many strong Floyd \| hands with keen eyes and an intense attention to the minute but Floyd \| significant details which a religious structure requires. Offsetting Floyd \| that is a small, plain-looking wooden door in the south wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| To the east, the large doors stand shut. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "It's the new "generic brain disorder" drug that gets prescribed to people in mental wards."
			DrewMochak says, "Basically prozak with updated pattants"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x pulpit"
	Floyd \| There's not much to look at, really. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x fires"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "x lamps"
	Floyd \| You can't see any such thing. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "i"
	Floyd \| You are carrying: Floyd \| an a black, weighty tome Floyd \| a handgun (with 6 rounds) Floyd \| your trench coat (being worn) Floyd \| a match Floyd \| your keyring Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "oh. I was gonna guess vampire queen."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "read tome"
	Floyd \| You flip the book open to a random page. The words shine from the Floyd \| paper, in a wide-spaced font that leaves little room on the page: "The Floyd \| secrets contained within the town of Gainesville are for you, and only Floyd \| you. The book from which you are now reading is intended to help give Floyd \| you a tool for you to use to conquer your demons. If the burden Floyd \| becomes too heavy, this volume gives you the power to dispel anything Floyd \| that dares to stand against you. How you choose to use this tool is Floyd \| entirely up to you." Floyd \| >		DavidW says (to djfletch), "by the way, we can save Marcus."
			DrewMochak says, "You can also get him killed before the fight seven starts"
			DavidW says, "yes. I know. :)"
			DrewMochak says, "Or ru nbefore he dies and get him killed that way"
			djfletch asks, "can you do anything with the book here or is it for later?"
			DrewMochak says, "For later, yeah"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "RESTORE"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "cf6"
	Floyd \| Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Graveyard Floyd \| You are in a graveyard. You can tell, see, because of the graves. They Floyd \| lie before you, headstones and crosses in little white rows. The moon Floyd \| casts feeble illumination over the scene, throwing deep shadows in all Floyd \| directions. You can see, to the west, the spires of a church. Any Floyd \| other landmarks are enclosed by a high stone wall enclosing the entire Floyd \| plot of land. Floyd \| Floyd \| The nightmarish creature eyes you menacingly, flexing its wings. Floyd \| Floyd \| Marcus peers at you, waiting. Floyd \| Floyd \| Large doors lead west into the church. Floyd \| Floyd \| The creature stabs its spear-like legs into the ground, advancing on Floyd \| Marcus with a grim sense of purpose. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "shoot creature"
	Floyd \| Oh hell yes you are shooting that goddamn thing. You raise the gun to Floyd \| your shoulder, don't bother sighting, and squeeze the trigger; the Floyd \| bullet leaves the barrel at approximately holy wow that's really fast Floyd \| speed and scores a solid hit directly on the creature. And then Floyd \| glances off, speeding away into the night. Floyd \| There's an almost Looney Tunes-esque moment where you look down at Floyd \| your gun, just to check and make sure that there isn't a flag sticking Floyd \| out of the end of the barrel reading "bang!" (with all of the insanity Floyd \| that's happened so far it honestly would not surprise you at all.) The Floyd \| creature does, however, turn around from its dogged pursuing of Floyd \| Marcus--and looks at you. You start to wonder if there was any point Floyd \| in climbing out of that grave, to begin with. Floyd \| Floyd \| The creature slowly but surely advances towards you, and then stops. Floyd \| It takes you a moment to realize why: it's standing in front of the Floyd \| hole you climbed out of, the dirt still shifting uneasily. You can't Floyd \| see any sort of expression mass over its triangular face but it Floyd \| appears to be considering the best way to pass this obstacle. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "marcus, w"
	Floyd \| (Just use TALK TO PERSON instead.) Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "talk to marcus"
	Floyd \| What do you want to say? Floyd \| 1. "Marcus, get into the church!" Floyd \| 2. "Marcus, push him into the hole!" Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "2"
	Floyd \| Enter a number, or 0 to say nothing. >> 2 Floyd \| Floyd \| Marcus hears you, and seems to understand. Looking paler and more Floyd \| terrified than he ever has in his life, he slowly, too slowly walks Floyd \| closer to the thing--and then he looks at you, and a sudden warm light Floyd \| of both understanding and resolve fills his eyes. He charges the thing Floyd \| like a football player and barrels straight into it broadside. The Floyd \| creature, blindsided, still makes no noise even as it lurches Floyd \| sideways, tries to retain its balance, and in the process puts all of Floyd \| its weight on exactly the wrong leg. The unstable hole breaks open; Floyd \| the creature comes very close to seriously injuring both you and Floyd \| Marcus as it flails desperately for balance. There is none to be had, Floyd \| however, as the hole keeps collapsing, sending the creature helplessly Floyd \| further down into what was just a few short minutes ago your own Floyd \| grave. Floyd \| Floyd \| Wordlessly, you and Marcus both get busy with the dirt; shoveling it Floyd \| in handfuls, filling the hole as best you can. You don't stop even Floyd \| after the ground is even, you don't stop until there is a mound of Floyd \| solid-packed dirt that's almost up to your knees. Then you just stand, Floyd \| exhausted, looking at each other as if not quite sure what to do next. Floyd \| Then, quietly, he looks into your eyes and utters the one word you've Floyd \| wanted to hear from him for so long: "thanks." You nod, silently, Floyd \| unable to speak, tears silently filling your eyes. Marcus gives you a Floyd \| slow salute, and then turns around, walking slowly away from you Floyd \| toward the church; soon he is lost in the darkness. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "yay"
			DavidW says, "That's probably the happiest part of the game so far. heh."
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "l"
	Floyd \| Graveyard Floyd \| You are in a graveyard. You can tell, see, because of the graves. They Floyd \| lie before you, headstones and crosses in little white rows. The moon Floyd \| casts feeble illumination over the scene, throwing deep shadows in all Floyd \| directions. You can see, to the west, the spires of a church. Any Floyd \| other landmarks are enclosed by a high stone wall enclosing the entire Floyd \| plot of land. There was a hole here. It's gone now. Floyd \| Floyd \| Large doors lead west into the church. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Church Floyd \| Softly burning oil lamps attached to the walls by iron brackets cast a Floyd \| warm, pleasant illumination all around this monumental structure. Floyd \| Tilting your head upward, you cannot see the ceiling; just a dark Floyd \| space where the light of the fires cannot reach. The doors that lead Floyd \| out to the graveyard are to the east; in front of them is the pulpit Floyd \| complete with wooden lectern. In front of that, the pews sit in their Floyd \| solemn, respectful rows. There's an undeniable beauty to this place, a Floyd \| sort of old-age splendor that you're not used to seeing these days. Floyd \| The building has the look of a labor of love built by many strong Floyd \| hands with keen eyes and an intense attention to the minute but Floyd \| significant details which a religious structure requires. Offsetting Floyd \| that is a small, plain-looking wooden door in the south wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| The large doors stand open to the east. Floyd \| Floyd \| A massive iron bolt rests dully against the wall, somehow out of Floyd \| place. Floyd \| Floyd \| On the lectern is an a black, weighty tome. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "get bolt"
	Floyd \| If you want to lock the doors with that, you'll have to close them Floyd \| first. Otherwise, you don't have any need for it. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "s"
	Floyd \| As you step towards the exit, a hand shoots out of a pool of shadow Floyd \| cast by the lamplight beneath the door and seizes one of your Floyd \| shoulders in a vice-like grip. You start to whip around but the hand Floyd \| does that for you, bringing you face to pouchy, fat face with your Floyd \| father. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Well," he says, cold eyes boring into your face with an unmistakable Floyd \| air of malevolence. "Well... well well." He looks you up and down, Floyd \| taking in the disheveled state of your clothes; the dirt you've Floyd \| tracked all over the church floor. He just sighs. "You know, I miss Floyd \| the old days. They knew how to handle uppity women back then. I Floyd \| wouldn't have to deal with this kind of disrespect then, I'd just Floyd \| black your eye. But now I gotta tiptoe through the goddamn tulips else Floyd \| y'all start screaming 'He hit me! Raape! Domestic assaauult! Aaaaahh!' Floyd \| and I gotta dip into my retirement funds to get lawyers and blow Floyd \| through court dates and skip town and it's just such a stupid waste of Floyd \| time. Ah, time. We all have such a limited amount of time. Do you see Floyd \| what I am saying, Kristen?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Get your FUCKING hands off me you cretin--" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Temper, temper, child," his face growls. His grip increases, your Floyd \| shoulder crying out in pain. You aim a sidehand chop at his arm; under Floyd \| normal circumstances you're quite certain it would have broken his Floyd \| wrist, but it doesn't seem to have fazed him. "This is a dangerous Floyd \| place. You can die, and there won't even be any carrion to come 'round Floyd \| to strip your bones. Not even the worms will love you. So watch your Floyd \| step, or you'll find yourself back in a 6-foot hole like your doped-up Floyd \| fag friend back there." He shakes his head. "Fine fucking company for Floyd \| my daughter to associate with. So that she can become... Just. Like. Floyd \| THEM." He spits with disgust. "We've tried. You know? We really did. Floyd \| But you just wouldn't have any of it. So off you go." Floyd \| Floyd \| Quick as a flash, his hand lets go of your shoulder to whip towards Floyd \| your face; you lean back to avoid the devastating punch you're sure is Floyd \| coming to break your nose, and his fist closes over your chin. His Floyd \| fingers are like iron; his horse-like face is brought an inch from Floyd \| yours as he hisses at you to open your mouth. You grit your teeth; he Floyd \| slaps you across the face. His strength wins out over your will; his Floyd \| other hand comes out and forces a pill down your throat. You gag with Floyd \| all your might, but it's no good. He releases you, backing up a few Floyd \| steps, wiping off his hands on his robes as if ridding himself of a Floyd \| particularly unseemly form of vermin. You always thought he'd make a Floyd \| great name for himself as a preacher, and damned if he doesn't look Floyd \| the part now. Amazing the things that run through your mind at times Floyd \| like these. As bad as you usually feel for putting him in the Floyd \| hospital, right now you can't think of anything other than how much Floyd \| you wish you'd finished the job. Floyd \| Floyd \| "That's better, Missy. This'll fix you right up. Now get out of here. Floyd \| You're a Cymbalta child now... Not mine." Floyd \| Floyd \| His words echo into the near distances, feeling as if they're Floyd \| traveling a thousand miles to drop into your head. Your father's face Floyd \| morphs into the face on the Christ statue, creating some sort of Floyd \| unwholesome amalgamation, lamps raining fire down upon you as the Floyd \| world turns away. Inside your mind, you hear the church bell... hell's Floyd \| bell... school bell? Oh, right. The bell to end first period, it rang Floyd \| right before everything really went to shit. Good times. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| * To be continued * Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "RESTORE"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "cf6"
	Floyd \| Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Pretty much"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "shoot creature"
	Floyd \| Oh hell yes you are shooting that goddamn thing. You raise the gun to Floyd \| your shoulder, don't bother sighting, and squeeze the trigger; the Floyd \| bullet leaves the barrel at approximately holy wow that's really fast Floyd \| speed and scores a solid hit directly on the creature. And then Floyd \| glances off, speeding away into the night. Floyd \| There's an almost Looney Tunes-esque moment where you look down at Floyd \| your gun, just to check and make sure that there isn't a flag sticking Floyd \| out of the end of the barrel reading "bang!" (with all of the insanity Floyd \| that's happened so far it honestly would not surprise you at all.) The Floyd \| creature does, however, turn around from its dogged pursuing of Floyd \| Marcus--and looks at you. You start to wonder if there was any point Floyd \| in climbing out of that grave, to begin with. Floyd \| Floyd \| The creature slowly but surely advances towards you, and then stops. Floyd \| It takes you a moment to realize why: it's standing in front of the Floyd \| hole you climbed out of, the dirt still shifting uneasily. You can't Floyd \| see any sort of expression mass over its triangular face but it Floyd \| appears to be considering the best way to pass this obstacle. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "talk to marcus"
	Floyd \| What do you want to say? Floyd \| 1. "Marcus, get into the church!" Floyd \| 2. "Marcus, push him into the hole!" Floyd \|
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "1"
	Floyd \| Enter a number, or 0 to say nothing. >> 1 Floyd \| Floyd \| Marcus nods, and heads for the church at a dead run. He has to pass Floyd \| you while doing that though, and when he does, the creature whips one Floyd \| of its legs out--impossibly fast, and skewers Marcus through the Floyd \| collarbone. Marcus is brought up short and gurgles on blood. He looks Floyd \| like he would very much like to scream right now only he can't because Floyd \| something is blocking his lungs. The creature sadistically shakes its Floyd \| leg up and down, shredding some of Marcus's internal organs before it Floyd \| gets tired and contemptuously flings Marcus over the wall. You blink. Floyd \| You didn't even see the creature look at him once. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "There will be more moments like that. That's kind of how scoring works, heh"
			djfletch says, "dammit marcus run faster"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "w"
	Floyd \| You see your chance and take it. You chop at the creature with your Floyd \| arm with all your might to get it out of your fucking way, and send it Floyd \| overbalancing and toppling to the ground--and then you're off and Floyd \| running, as fast as you've ever run in your life. The creature manages Floyd \| to right itself relatively soon, of course, but by then you've got a Floyd \| decent head start. Quickly you reach the doors of the church and throw Floyd \| your weight against them, shuffling inside and spinning on your heel Floyd \| immediately upon entering. (Comparatively) bright light spills out Floyd \| into the moonlit gloom, but from this angle it makes the outside even Floyd \| more difficult to see. You look over the door, frantically trying to Floyd \| find a way to secure it. Floyd \| Floyd \| Church Floyd \| The large doors stand open to the east. Floyd \| Floyd \| These are doors that look as if they have been transported from the Floyd \| 17th century. A time when people took pride in everything they worked, Floyd \| and when a set of doors could mean only two things: being very, very Floyd \| open, or being very, very closed. The handles of the door are the only Floyd \| metal part of the door apart from the hinges, and stick out noticeably Floyd \| from each door. They are not a part of the door proper, however, and Floyd \| so there is a large amount of space between the handle and the door it Floyd \| is attached to; when the doors are closed, these handles line up Floyd \| perfectly. Above the door frame is an inscription which reads: Floyd \| "Welcome, friend, to a place free from all sin, where a weary traveler Floyd \| may rest a while, to be safe from his or her demons." Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "close doors"
	Floyd \| Grasping the handles of the double doors with a death grip, you push Floyd \| the doors shut. The resulting boom reverberates throughout the entire Floyd \| pulpit, sending dust motes flying in all directions. You know that it Floyd \| won't be enough, though. These doors open inwards, and there is no Floyd \| latch. How the hell do you lock this thing...?! Looking frantically Floyd \| about, you notice a massive iron bolt propped up against the wall. Floyd \| Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "I think we've seen almost everything now. Except getting killed ourselves, driving away at the beginning, and stubbornly trying to reach the farmhouse a few more times."
			DrewMochak says, "That's about right, yeah. There's some other smartass responses to various thing but tha'ts about it."
			djfletch says, "cool. I'll leave it there then I suppose."
	DrewMochak says (to Floyd), "e"
	Floyd \| (first opening the large doors) Floyd \| You'll never know why you did it. Maybe you were just confused by the Floyd \| vapors. Maybe you were hoping it would get confused and that the only Floyd \| way to kill the thing would be to shoot it in the back. Maybe you were Floyd \| just fatalistic and didn't want to fight anymore. But when you get Floyd \| down to it, none of that actually matters. The important point of the Floyd \| matter is that		djfletch says, "liked it so far"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| * You have died * Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd \| >		DavidW says, "yeah. I voted this game as the best of the comp, and I think it shows."
			djfletch exclaims, "but I'm already dead!"
			DrewMochak says, "I actually rather like the various death descriptions I put in"
			DrewMochak says, "And the >drive ending is pretty bleak, but also good for characterbuilding"
			djfletch says, "I suppose in a game called Obituary you expect to die a lot"
			DrewMochak says, "Hahaha"
			DavidW says, "If there's anything I'm not crazy about, it's the PC herself. It's hard to feel overly sympathetic with her."
			DavidW says, "She's so angry about everything."
			DrewMochak says, "Well that's a problem. If you don't sympathise with the PC then you're not gonna care much about what happens"
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "let me try driving"
	Floyd \| Please give one of the answers above. Floyd \| Floyd \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "restart"
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Dreams, coming again and again, always unwelcome, always unwanted... Floyd \| Floyd \| Whether sadness, misery, horror or confusion, They never fail to Floyd \| induce negativity; in that, at least, this dream is no different. You Floyd \| float in void, filled with a roiling black static that seems Floyd \| conscious. There is nothing to see but the static, nothing to feel but Floyd \| your own form, and nothing to hear but the ghostly call of a child. It Floyd \| sets your teeth on edge even in the waking world; you can't stand that Floyd \| eerie wail, wavering between laughter and tears. Floyd \| Floyd \| You never find this child. Even though the sound gets closer, until it Floyd \| is right next to you, all around you, inside your own head before you Floyd \| are awakened by the alarm clock. Floyd \| Floyd \| This time, though... Floyd \| Floyd \| A figure swims out of the darkness, backlit, so that you can only make Floyd \| out a childlike face of tragic innocence and flowing hair. Floyd \| Floyd \| "Who... are you?" Floyd \| Floyd \| There isn't an answer right away--instead, everything around you turns Floyd \| completely white. And somehow... puffy. Floyd \| Floyd \| Do you know WHY you have always hated the sound, Kristen? The child, Floyd \| invisible now, speaks, for the first time; androgynous, cultured. You Floyd \| can't respond. you wish you could. It just sparks something deep Floyd \| within you, something primal--something below reason, below Floyd \| rationality, below everything but fear. You don't like it when your Floyd \| brain keeps secrets from you. Floyd \| Floyd \| I've waited a long time... and still am. Your surroundings flicker Floyd \| between the endless white and writhing black, the two merging into Floyd \| some unwholesome gray. Kristen... your child is waiting. Floyd \|
	djfletch pushes the green 'space' button.
	Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| "Your child is waiting." Floyd \| Floyd \| "Hmm?" Floyd \| Floyd \| "I said, your child is waiting." Floyd \| Floyd \| "WHAT?" You blinked furiously, trying to get your brain into some Floyd \| sense of working order; these dreams usually leave you a scattered Floyd \| mess, and you can't recall ever speaking to someone while that way. Floyd \| Floyd \| "I said--" The voice seemed testy. Floyd \| Floyd \| "No--stop. I heard what you said, I just... could you give me a Floyd \| moment?" Floyd \| Floyd \| You looked around... same bedroom, same lame-ass apartment, same Floyd \| everything... Awake. Normal. Except, not. You'd managed to register Floyd \| your ringing phone, pick it up, and get through the opener to this Floyd \| conversation, while sleeping. Not very like you. And she said-- Floyd \| Floyd \| You felt a chill. "...Excuse me? Did you say that I have a--" Floyd \| Floyd \| "Child, yes ma'am--waiting for you in Gainesville." Click. Floyd \| Floyd \| "I don't have a..." The retort died on your lips. The hum of a Floyd \| disconnected telephone answered back at you, daring you to question Floyd \| its integrity. Floyd \| Floyd \| Patently ridiculous. You don't have a child. You never did. How could Floyd \| that possibly be? There must be some mistake, some incredibly stupid Floyd \| bureaucratic snafu. You'd love nothing better than to explain this Floyd \| fact to whoever that was, but since she hung up before you could get Floyd \| the words out, that's not really an option. Floyd \| Floyd \| That dream... Floyd \| Floyd \| Was a dream. You dream every night, and you haven't had any come true Floyd \| yet. Gainesville? Where is Gainesville? Most bloody generic name for a Floyd \| town ever, and you don't even recall there being one here. You Floyd \| wouldn't even know where it is. Floyd \| Floyd \| Except... you do. The way suggested itself even as you tried to deny Floyd \| it, as though you had always known. You're still certain, completely, Floyd \| that you've never heard of the place before; even the part of your Floyd \| brain that showed you the way confirms this. Floyd \| Floyd \| In the end, you don't know what your motivation was: sleep		DrewMochak says, "Although, soon we go into what made her so jaded and bitter to begin with. So maybe you can warm to her later? That might work better actually"
	Floyd \| deprivation, deep seated confusion, nerves... maybe your body was just Floyd \| tired of waiting for your brain to catch up and got you dressed and in Floyd \| the car before you realized. Soon you were driving, to where you Floyd \| weren't sure, your mind screaming MADNESS while your hands deftly Floyd \| twisted the steering wheel. This would bother you, give you serious Floyd \| pause, but you somehow feel at peace with it. All you've gotta do is Floyd \| remind yourself that you had nothing else planned today. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Obituary Floyd \| An Interactive Fiction by Drew and Johnny Floyd \| Release 1 / Serial number 090829 / Inform 7 build 5Z71 (I6/v6.31 lib Floyd \| 6/12N) Floyd \| Floyd \| You stand up and stretch, various parts of your body making worrisome Floyd \| popping noises as you exit the car, noting with a vague sense of Floyd \| triumph that it has once again failed to cause your violent death in Floyd \| some spectacular fashion or other. The cold night air is chill against Floyd \| your skin--fortunate, then, that you brought your coat. Floyd \| Floyd \| Outskirts of Gainesville Floyd \| You stand on the side of the packed dirt road leading to Gainesville. Floyd \| The road stretches far away behind you to the south and, eventually, Floyd \| turns off into a paved one that leads back to the central transit Floyd \| explosion that is modern American transportation. Your vision of the Floyd \| town is obscured by the trees; all you can tell is that the path Floyd \| leads, for now, to the north. Floyd \| Floyd \| Your next-to useless, banged-up car is decidedly parked here. The Floyd \| driver's side door is shut smugly in your face. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "get in car"
	Floyd \| (first opening the driver's door) Floyd \| Floyd \| Your Shit Car Floyd \| You don't like it much, partly due to a suspicion of yours (reinforced Floyd \| each new day) that it doesn't like you back. It seems to only want to Floyd \| start when you don't want it to, for reasons mechanics never even try Floyd \| explaining to you on the grounds that if you understood your car was Floyd \| just a crabby old bitch and needed some Midol, you might stop paying Floyd \| them what you already know is too much money every three fucking Floyd \| months. Floyd \| Floyd \| The driver's side door is flopped lethargically open. Staring at you. Floyd \| Floyd \| >
	djfletch says (to Floyd), "drive"
	Floyd \| Yes, indeed, this is ludicrous. You don't even know what you're here Floyd \| for, really--it's probably some crank call or something. Of course now Floyd \| you've wasted a whole day but eh, beats working. You start your car Floyd \| and the long drive home. When you get inside, past 3:00 in the Floyd \| morning, you don't feel like doing anything but sleeping. So you do, Floyd \| and are haunted by more dreams. Then you wake up, dash the sleep from Floyd \| your brain with Very Black Coffee, and head in to... your job. Floyd \| Floyd \| Ugh, your job. How you fucking hate your job. You hate it with more Floyd \| passion than you've ever hated anything. It's the most inuring, Floyd \| mind-numbing, idiot-oriented piece of trash that ever earned the title Floyd \| of shit. Every day you see the same people, sell the same things, hear Floyd \| the customers and your co-workers say the same old crap. Every single Floyd \| day you see a new, glittering example of idiocy to the millionth Floyd \| power, people so stupid that you wouldn't even hire them to scrub your Floyd \| God damn floors. Fun as that is, you also get to listen to the Floyd \| President's sentient head polyp abusing the airwaves with a three-hour Floyd \| diatribe of bullshit on his favorite topic: how he's right about Floyd \| everything and everyone who disagrees is wrong and stupid and evil and Floyd \| worthless and going down to a ring of fire lower than the one reserved Floyd \| for rich drug-abusing hypocrites. Floyd \| Floyd \| While you try to set the countertop radio on fire with your mind, in Floyd \| troupe the 16 year old girls giggling for their birth control. Out Floyd \| they go to the sleazeballs that brought them there, twice their age, Floyd \| waiting in a convertible that could--should--cost more than their Floyd \| yearly salary. You sell them their precious baby barriers, resisting Floyd \| the urge to jam the register key into your carotid and bleed all over Floyd \| their shiny, shiny shoes. In the midst of your reverie, you can't help Floyd \| but idly reflect that there is something horribly, cruelly ironic Floyd \| about all this. Not just a Conservative talk show host blathering on Floyd \| about the moral decay of America in the 21st century while gleefully Floyd \| assisting in it, not just Rush fat-fucker Limbaugh playing at a drug Floyd \| store. The entire road map of your life, all the experiences and the Floyd \| choices that have brought you to this place and this time, combine Floyd \| into something too much like a giant Carlin routine on the true Floyd \| meaning of irony. Floyd \| Floyd \| Thankfully the day ends and you return home, carotid intact. As you Floyd \| talk to a few of your more distant friends over Yahoo IM, you think Floyd \| about telling them about the little "adventure" you went on the day Floyd \| before; in the end, though, you decide not to. It's so embarrassing, Floyd \| what did you even do it for? There's better ways to change the pace Floyd \| than taking eight-hour drives across the state to God knows where. Floyd \| Best to forget about it, concentrate on what's real. Floyd \| Floyd \| After a few hours of Internet surfing--accompanied by a few shots of Floyd \| Captain Morgan's--you head off to bed. The place of ceaseless dreams. Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| * Hope has died * Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Floyd \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd \| >		DrewMochak says, "Although, soon we go into what made her so jaded and bitter to begin with. So maybe you can warm to her later? That might work better actually"
			DavidW says, "She really does hate absolutely everything, doesn't she? The entire world is painted in shit."
			DrewMochak says, "She cares a great deal about her friends"
			DrewMochak says, "Unfortunately, they keep dying around her"
			DavidW says, "Well, I'm hoping there are some positive traits that get eeked out. I suppose half the point of the game is that she needs to find something positive or else."
			maga says, "okay, I think that's all for today."
			DrewMochak says, "Kind of."
			maga says, "Thanks to everyone for showing up and keeping the wheels spinning."
			DrewMochak says, "Marcus yells at her if she's too consistently negative and gives up and lets the creature kill him"
			DrewMochak says, "I mean, you konw that, I was just explaining teh motivation behind that choice"
			DavidW says, "right"
			DavidW says, "Even though it sounds like Marcus could use a clue-by-four in the head anyway."
			Lucea says, "wow. I missed most of this. I assumed it was puzzleless"
			Lucea is a bad tester
			maga says, "(And apologies to DW for almost hitting him up for emergency backup. We really must get some more alternates...)"
			DrewMochak says, "Heh. He just doesn't care about much of anything"
			DrewMochak says, "Not a great guy but not a bad one either"
			DavidW says, "I can't blame Kristen for Marcus's own problems."
			DrewMochak says, "Bad, bad tester! BAD"
			DrewMochak says, "Yeah, Marcus has way too many problems to get into in this game"
			DrewMochak says, "Hense why he's... dead"
			DavidW says, "mm."
			DrewMochak says, "But yeh. The scene after that one in the church is a flashback where part of her history is explained"
			DavidW says, "Good game. And congrats on winning IntroComp 2009."
			DrewMochak says, "Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it."
			DrewMochak says, "I love reading about myself so any reviews are appreciated"
			DavidW says, "It's a darker game than I usually like, but I am looking forward to seeing a completed version."
			DrewMochak says, "Heh. I... do hope it comes out"
			DrewMochak says, "And, yeah. This bit is R... it is entirely possible that the completed game will be NC17. Just a warning. There are more moments of light but also moments of more extreme dark."
			DavidW says, "That's fine."

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