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| Jacqueline says, "Okay, so, time to get started. No more passing around psychedlic toads and donuts." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Which game do we want to do first?" | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "Where's DW?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Or shall I flip a coin?" | ||||
| Alex says (to Taleslinger), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that DW is Discworld." | ||||
| Mary says (to Gerynar), "That would interfere with the proceedings of Club Floyd." | Jacqueline says, "DW was here earlier..." | |||
| maga asks, "what if the author specifically intended this work to be consumed in concert with psychedelic toads?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, on channel, anyway." | ||||
| Touchy says, "I'm here..." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of maga), "Did you?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "You probably did." | ||||
| Taleslinger asks (of touchy), "Do you have a moustache?" | ||||
| Touchy says, "Oh, hell yeah..." | ||||
| maga says (to Jacq), "no, but I'm willing to modify my authorial intent retroactively" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Mine is long-ish." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Daaaaviiiid Duuuubleeeeew!" | ||||
| DavidW arrives, ready to play with the toys. | Taleslinger says, "He will crash the DWmobil into the Toyshop once we're stuck, pat us on the shoulder, sip his tea and solve the puzzle, then walk of into the sunset." | |||
| Mary says, "I don't know how to play." | ||||
| DavidW says, "sorry. I was in a room of convenience." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Taleslinger), "haha" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Oh, hello." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "So, the gang is all here, I guess." | ||||
| maga says (to Mary), "you grew up in a Romanian orphanage? how tragic" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Mary), "Well, maybe just hang out and watch for a bit, then jump in when you see how things go." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "And we're happy to answer any questions." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to mary), "It's pretty easy" | ||||
| Mary says, "Ok." | ||||
| Gerynar says, "it's not hard." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Where'd the time go to? It seems like only an hour ago it was 1pm." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Learn Club Floyd by Immersian the RosettaStone Way - for only $800!" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "I'm wearing my Saugus.net-T-shirt, Fwiw." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heehee" | ||||
| DavidW asks (of Taleslinger), "You got a tee?" | ||||
| Gerynar is wearing a brown sweater | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Okay, so, let's do maga's since it's shorter. Sound good?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Sure." | ||||
| Jacqueline is in her bathrobe, but it's still breakfast time, so that is okay. | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "Load yours up, stp." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "I slowly run my hand ... oh wait." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "load dullegriet" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | He who eats fire, shits sparks; this line of work involves no small Floyd | amount of risk, therefore. But compared to everyone else, demons are Floyd | refreshingly easy. No suspicions are necessary; you know they're out Floyd | to screw you over. Floyd | Floyd | The war-engine cache was a new tactic, enabling you to penetrate Floyd | deeper than you'd ever contemplated before and still make it out. And Floyd | this seemed like the most secure site to hide the thing. If your Floyd | minions weren't idiots of the first water, it would have been a good Floyd | plan. Floyd | Floyd | Dulle Griet and the Antenorian Icebox Floyd | An Interactive Fiction by Sam Kabo Ashwell Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 100108 / Inform 7 build 5Z71 (I6/v6.31 lib Floyd | 6/12N) Floyd | Floyd | Ice Cave Floyd | The ice of the Cocytean piedmont is pitted and rotten, riddled with Floyd | moulins of befouled meltwater. For the most part the caves are Floyd | unstable, but they don't tend to change too much over winter. This one Floyd | is large enough to serve as temporary depot, but small and twisty Floyd | enough to keep it hidden. Floyd | Floyd | The imposing bulk of the Iron Quagga takes up much of the space here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x quagga" | ||||
Floyd | Oh, now the sow pulls out the bung. You told that fool Mayken a dozen Floyd | times that when she made the drop she should demonproof everything Floyd | thoroughly, but what a mess. Not even a tarp thrown over it, for Floyd | pity's sake. There's a sliver of a chance that it might still be Floyd | functional, but de-imping the thing is going to be unpleasant. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I am semi-perplexed." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | No longer young, not yet old. For a period of about two months when Floyd | you were seventeen, you might have been considered handsome; you are Floyd | almost six feet tall, with a great cow-catcher of a nose, enormous Floyd | feet, washerwoman's hands, and precious few teeth. Not to mention the Floyd | effects of soaking in brimstone fumes for a few hard weeks. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think a quagga is like a zebra-horse, extinct." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a bog-iron scramaseax Floyd | a demonoscope Floyd | a pile of loot Floyd | a wheel of artisanal Camberzola Floyd | a Camus first edition Floyd | a spun silver birdcage (closed) Floyd | an ornamental imp Floyd | an octavo of Shakespeare fanfiction Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "I was thinking of a beast from D&D." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "We are teh sexay." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Also, I think we are *meant* to be perplex'ed." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "I was hoping we were Constantine." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "read fanfic" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to DW), "True." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "read fanfiction" | ||||
Floyd | A small single-run printing by one Wm. Shakspere, with the mysterious Floyd | title D5-D6. Hette, non-Conne, wingefick. Neifile/Fiammetta/Panfilo, Floyd | Elissa/Filostrato, Dioneo/Misia. Spoileres. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "But I can't help wondering if I'm perplexed because I didn't lick a toad before maga loaded the game." | |||
| DavidW says, "I suspect the camberzola to be cheese." | ||||
| Mary goes home. | Jacqueline says, "All I have is my frog, and she HATES it when I pick her up, so." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to jacq), "Try licking her without picking her up" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "read camus" | ||||
Floyd | The Cahiers of Camus, all but unobtainable in the mortal realm. Your Floyd | usual reading-material extends about as far as grocery lists, but you Floyd | know several buyers who will cheerfully gouge each others's eyes out Floyd | for this. Disappointingly, it is bound in rather boring green canvas. Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy says, "Does Jacq seriously have a frog." | |||
| DavidW says (to Taleslinger), "naughty" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Touchy), "yes" | ||||
| maga says, "she's aquatic, it's difficult" | ||||
| maga says, "also tiny" | ||||
| djfletch says (to Floyd), "x demonoscope" | ||||
Floyd | A small, crudely painted ikon of the Blessed Egdethbra of Wessex in Floyd | the act of her martyrdom, a sordid little affair involving a Floyd | backsliding Dane, a turnip field and an ironbound psalter. When waved Floyd | at demon-infested things, the aforementioned proto-saint wiggles her Floyd | toes and rolls her eyes wildly. (Demonoscopes are usually crafted with Floyd | saints of better repute, preferably ones who actually existed, but Floyd | these are usually overwhelmed by the demon-saturated environment of Floyd | the Circles.) Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. If the Camus was bound differently, maybe we can sell it for more." | |||
| Taleslinger says, "Camus isn't available in the mortal realm? Odd." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at imp" | ||||
Floyd | The unfortunate saint wriggles a little bit, dislodging a turnip or Floyd | two, but that's about background level for anywhere below circle four. Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy asks, "Can we see a picture of the frog before we start?" | |||
| maga says, "oh sod it" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at quagga" | ||||
Floyd | You sweep the ikon vaguely across the Quagga. The doubtful blessed Floyd | writhes and kicks, turnips flying in all directions. Not an all-out Floyd | frothing fit, bethankit, which means that the most you reasonably have Floyd | to deal with is a handful of imps or perhaps a lesser cluster. Making Floyd | more controlled sweeps, you narrow the disturbances down to three Floyd | areas: the aft right hip joint, the furnace and something up towards Floyd | the pilot's end - have to get inside to narrow that down. Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy says, "We could play as a hommage to the frog." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Touchy), "I was actually looking for a photo. heh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'll have it in a sec..." | ||||
| Jacqueline | [LINK] | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a bog-iron scramaseax Floyd | a demonoscope Floyd | a pile of loot Floyd | a wheel of artisanal Camberzola Floyd | a Camus first edition Floyd | a spun silver birdcage (closed) Floyd | an ornamental imp Floyd | an octavo of Shakespeare fanfiction Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Also:" | |||
| Jacqueline | [LINK] | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x scramaseax" | ||||
Floyd | Cold-wrought bog-iron is a wretched material, but you'd carry a weapon Floyd | made of soap if it could wound the dead. It's notched, pitted, holds Floyd | an edge for about three seconds and has been twisted back into shape Floyd | countless times; constant application of walrus blubber mitigates the Floyd | rust somewhat, but considering what's in the air here the final Floyd | outcome is not in doubt. Locating a replacement for when the dear old Floyd | thing falls to bits is one of your more pressing concerns. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x lott" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x loot" | ||||
Floyd | Most of this is hell-forged treasure of the gaudiest sort: crowns, Floyd | plate, jewelry, fist-sized diamonds. Horse droppings are not figs: it Floyd | will all turn to dented tin and broken crockery when exposed to fresh Floyd | air and sunlight, but until then it will serve as a cover for the good Floyd | stuff, and as bribes for the more stupid gatekeepers. Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy exclaims, "bigger!" | |||
| Touchy arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | Jacqueline says, "Belatedly, hooray for Camus' cahiers! And yes, they are impossible to find." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x camberzola" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the wheel of artisanal Camberzola. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "My guess is ... cheese?" | |||
| maga says, "aw, what the hell" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at aft right hip joint" | ||||
Floyd | Ach. Yes. Definitely something hiding out in the hip joint; the silly Floyd | bint's gibbering like a Barbary ape. If you're any judge, it's an Floyd | agubulge, one of those inane little point-coolant things they use to Floyd | stop body heat from eventually melting out the more populated regions. Floyd | Knowing your luck the thing's carrying eggs, too. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x imp" | ||||
Floyd | (the agubulge) Floyd | A mass of ice, at the centre of which is presumably a cold-imp. The Floyd | things are mindless and relatively easy to deal with, on the whole, Floyd | except that they breed. By means of microscopic eggs. The last time Floyd | you stumbled into a swarm of them you had to take three saunas a day Floyd | for two weeks and boil everything you owned; but hopefully any eggs Floyd | will get killed off by engine heat if you can just get rid of this one Floyd | and get things running. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x ornamental imp" | ||||
Floyd | The smallest and most stupid demons come in innumerable shapes, most Floyd | of them hideous; a few breeds, however, are rather attractive and are Floyd | worn as ornaments by ladies of fashion. They don't breed true, Floyd | however, which ensures that there's constant demand for wild Floyd | specimens. Occultists love to grumble about being priced out of the Floyd | market. Floyd | Floyd | This specimen is of the type usually worn on a fine silver chain Floyd | around the wrist and used by demimondaines to light their cigarettes; Floyd | it resembles a butterfly-wing folded into abstract origami, with eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "spells" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "about" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | No longer young, not yet old. For a period of about two months when Floyd | you were seventeen, you might have been considered handsome; you are Floyd | almost six feet tall, with a great cow-catcher of a nose, enormous Floyd | feet, washerwoman's hands, and precious few teeth. Not to mention the Floyd | effects of soaking in brimstone fumes for a few hard weeks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "help" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at furnace" | ||||
Floyd | Yep, there's something nasty in there all right. Turnips everywhere. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Touchy), "This is the only other one I have, and it's not flattering because she got overfed while I was away on vacation. Also, don't ask for larger, because in this photo she's already larger than life size (her body is about the size of the last bone in my thumb...)" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x furnace" | ||||
Floyd | Some of the hobbedehoys used for commercial freight have furnaces with Floyd | external access - the fireman walking alongside, hanging off a ladder Floyd | or balancing on a footman's plate, and sparing the pilot from blazing Floyd | heat and clips on the ear from clumsy shovel-handling. Military Floyd | models, though, invariably have the firebox opening onto the relative Floyd | safety of the pilot's plate, so you'll need to climb aboard if you Floyd | want to get at it. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline | [LINK] | |||
| Jacqueline says, "No more frog images! Fight demons!" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x aft right hop joint" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the aft right limb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "oops hip" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the aft right limb. Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy asks, "heehee...are there other animals in this aquarium?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x aft right hip joint" | ||||
Floyd | Big mass of ice. Icicles. Probably an imp deep inside. Not going Floyd | anywhere until it's dealt with. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Nope, just her." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x aft left hip joint" | ||||
Floyd | An unmodified Blazing Host four-joint limb, in good condition apart Floyd | from superficial scratches. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "climb furnace" | ||||
Floyd | I don't think much is to be achieved by that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "enter furnace" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I've already forgotten what the screami-sax is for." | |||
| Taleslinger says, "Hitting stuff" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Killin?" | ||||
| Gerynar says, "it's a weapon" | ||||
| Gerynar says, "but not a very good one" | ||||
| DavidW says, "ah" | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "So we need to get inside and blast the ice demon with the ornamental imp, right?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x cage" | ||||
Floyd | A local product; within a few hours of your escape it will have become Floyd | a chamberpot or a cracked jug, but it'll do until then. It presently Floyd | houses an ornamental imp.. Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy says, "I have no clue what's going on yet." | |||
| DavidW says, "We need to go inside the quagga for other reasons; I doubt the ornamental imp will work for that purpose, though." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x imp" | ||||
Floyd | (the agubulge) Floyd | A mass of ice, at the centre of which is presumably a cold-imp. The Floyd | things are mindless and relatively easy to deal with, on the whole, Floyd | except that they breed. By means of microscopic eggs. The last time Floyd | you stumbled into a swarm of them you had to take three saunas a day Floyd | for two weeks and boil everything you owned; but hopefully any eggs Floyd | will get killed off by engine heat if you can just get rid of this one Floyd | and get things running. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "climb quagga" | ||||
Floyd | I don't think much is to be achieved by that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "enter quagga" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x ornamental imp" | ||||
Floyd | The smallest and most stupid demons come in innumerable shapes, most Floyd | of them hideous; a few breeds, however, are rather attractive and are Floyd | worn as ornaments by ladies of fashion. They don't breed true, Floyd | however, which ensures that there's constant demand for wild Floyd | specimens. Occultists love to grumble about being priced out of the Floyd | market. Floyd | Floyd | This specimen is of the type usually worn on a fine silver chain Floyd | around the wrist and used by demimondaines to light their cigarettes; Floyd | it resembles a butterfly-wing folded into abstract origami, with eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We may be on a timer, btw. There's been several hints that our stuff will go poof like leprechaun gold or Cinderella's carriage." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pilot" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "IN" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| djfletch says (to Floyd), "get on plate" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pilot's end" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hatch" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x quagga" | ||||
Floyd | The basic chassis is one of the Blazing Host two-and-twos that have Floyd | formed the backbone of the al-Andalus line for almost a century. It's Floyd | really an infantry-breaker, working best at a killing trot; when they Floyd | face the dashing thoroughbuilt machine-hunters favoured by cavalry Floyd | snobs, they're generally swept off the field. But they handle Floyd | difficult ground well, they don't break down much, and on the march - Floyd | using those little auxiliary limbs under the pilot's plate - they burn Floyd | about half the fuel of a thoroughbuilt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pilot's plate" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x plate" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open furnace" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ride quagga" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "when we leave the hellish region we're in, if I understand the clues correctly. The loot is used to get past dumb guards." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to Gerynar), "yeah, I got that." | |||
| Touchy says (to Floyd), "drive quagga" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kill agubulge" | ||||
Floyd | You have gnarled old hands, but you still don't relish punching a Floyd | block of ice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Touchy says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Ice Cave Floyd | The ice of the Cocytean piedmont is pitted and rotten, riddled with Floyd | moulins of befouled meltwater. For the most part the caves are Floyd | unstable, but they don't tend to change too much over winter. This one Floyd | is large enough to serve as temporary depot, but small and twisty Floyd | enough to keep it hidden. Floyd | Floyd | The imposing bulk of the Iron Quagga takes up much of the space here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit agubulge with scrimaseax" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a bog-iron scramaseax Floyd | a demonoscope Floyd | a pile of loot Floyd | a wheel of artisanal Camberzola Floyd | a Camus first edition Floyd | a spun silver birdcage (closed) Floyd | an ornamental imp Floyd | an octavo of Shakespeare fanfiction Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "kill agubulge with scramaseax" | ||||
Floyd | One swing of the seax fractures the ice into a spiderweb of cracks. A Floyd | second dislodges some good-sized chunks, and soon you have most of the Floyd | ice hacked away. Unfortunately, there's still some lodged up inside Floyd | the joint - how did the little bastard squeeze into such a narrow Floyd | space? Nesting, you muse darkly. At any rate, the seax is too blunt Floyd | and misshapen to fit into such a narrow gap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "burn imp with imp" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "burn agubulge with ornamented imp" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to burn the agubulge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "burn agubulge" | ||||
Floyd | A nice idea, but you don't have any fire handy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "burn camus" | ||||
Floyd | You lack a source of fire. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "open cage" | ||||
Floyd | You open the spun silver birdcage. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "get imp" | ||||
Floyd | (the ornamental imp) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "light imp" | ||||
Floyd | (the ornamental imp) Floyd | As carefully as you can, you slip a finger and thumb through the imp's Floyd | angular folds and give its abdomen a squeeze. You are rewarded with a Floyd | small and flickering flame that dances over its wingtips like an Floyd | aurora. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "burn agubulge" | ||||
Floyd | The symmetry of the solution has appeal, but as it turns out the Floyd | ornamental demon's flame is far too faint to melt more than a few Floyd | droplets of ice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "burn camus" | ||||
Floyd | Steeling yourself, you apply the imp to one page. Old paper burns Floyd | wonderfully well, you discover, and the whole thing is soon aflame. Floyd | You try not to think of the volume of merino socks and Kopi Luwak that Floyd | could have purchased with the proceeds. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "wah" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "burn agubulge" | ||||
Floyd | You wedge the blazing mass under the hip joint and hover anxiously Floyd | nearby to prod it into more enthusiastic flames. After a few harrowing Floyd | minutes, you hear a gurgling rodent squeal and the drip of meltwater Floyd | is augmented by a pinkish ooze, washing away the last ashes of your Floyd | former prize. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "Er, we could've saved. I didn't expect that to work." | |||
| DavidW says, "The fanfiction might've been a better thing to burn." | ||||
| Taleslinger Undo two turns, then save= | Taleslinger asks, "Undo two turns, then save?" | |||
| Touchy says, "I hate losing items." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Ice Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Ice Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Ice Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline clears the save counter. | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Okay, proceed." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x seax" | ||||
Floyd | Cold-wrought bog-iron is a wretched material, but you'd carry a weapon Floyd | made of soap if it could wound the dead. It's notched, pitted, holds Floyd | an edge for about three seconds and has been twisted back into shape Floyd | countless times; constant application of walrus blubber mitigates the Floyd | rust somewhat, but considering what's in the air here the final Floyd | outcome is not in doubt. Locating a replacement for when the dear old Floyd | thing falls to bits is one of your more pressing concerns. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh good. Shorter name is good." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "burn fanfiction" | ||||
Floyd | Steeling yourself, you apply the imp to one page. Old paper burns Floyd | wonderfully well, you discover, and the whole thing is soon aflame. Floyd | You try not to think of the volume of merino socks and Kopi Luwak that Floyd | could have purchased with the proceeds. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "okay, a last-minute synonym addition has apparently broken something critical" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "burn agubulge" | ||||
Floyd | You wedge the blazing mass under the hip joint and hover anxiously Floyd | nearby to prod it into more enthusiastic flames. After a few harrowing Floyd | minutes, you hear a gurgling rodent squeal and the drip of meltwater Floyd | is augmented by a pinkish ooze, washing away the last ashes of your Floyd | former prize. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "so this is unwinnable" | |||
| DavidW says, "aw" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Meh. Should we... play T's? While you recompile?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I may be able to upload the new version." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I have not tried uploading anything yet, but in theory I now have that awesome power." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Mine is longer. Maybe we should just wait." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to T), "We've only lost 1/2 hour." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "How long is it?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "about 60 winning moves." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I say we go for it." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "If we don't revisit maga's until next week, that is okay." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, maybe since this is a holiday weekend I can get mine done." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Maybe. No promises." | ||||
| Touchy asks, "I'm confused. What are we talking about?" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Holiday weekend? What holiday?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Anyway, ignoring all that transcript, let's pretend it's 2pm EST and start again!" | ||||
| maga says, "sorry, guys" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Martin Luther King Jr Day is Monday for us." | ||||
| Gerynar says, "Hey! it's two pee emm, let's play a game" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Gerynar), "Yes! Let's!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to quit? | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||
Floyd | | ||||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | Jacqueline says (to Taleslinger), "Load yours up, my man." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to maga), "Looks really interesting. The parts I understood. Looking forward to the new version." | ||||
| ****************************** | ||||
| NOTE: While we were playing the next SpeedIF, Sam Kabo Ashwell fixed the bug in his game and later in the session we loaded up the new release of Dulle Griet and the Antenorian Icebox and tried again... | ||||
| ****************************** | Nitku asks, "Is maga's game playable yet?" | |||
| Jacqueline smiles. "I'll try to get back to work on my game. Distraction is a good thing." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Nitku), "Evidently, yes." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Did you want to take another, um, stab?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "If so, I can try to upload it now." | ||||
| Taleslinger asks (of jacq), "Did you upload the new version?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Though I thought maybe we try it next week." | ||||
| Taleslinger asks (of jacq), "Get on it! What am I paying you for?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Taleslinger), "maga didn't realize I could upload. He's sending it to me now." | ||||
| Touchy says (to Jacq), "We're all still confused about your newfound powers." | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "Couldn't he just give you an USB stick?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Taleslinger), "Enh, over the network is easier." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Touchy), "Well, I'm not even sure about these new powers. Give me a sec..." | ||||
| maga says, "sent" | ||||
| Touchy says, "Damn. My blender smells like my model trains used to when they got too hot." | ||||
| Nitku exclaims, "When radioactive mud man bit Jacqueline, she became... the Upload Girl!" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Upload Girl, she is living in an Upload World..." | ||||
| Touchy says, "hahaha" | ||||
| Touchy says, "I can't believe I find this funny." | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "Hm, I think that was a german band, wasn't it? With Claudia Schiffer in the video?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Okay, it wouldn't let me overwrite the other one..." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "but..." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load dullegriet2" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | He who eats fire, shits sparks; this line of work involves no small Floyd | amount of risk, therefore. But compared to everyone else, demons are Floyd | refreshingly easy. No suspicions are necessary; you know they're out Floyd | to screw you over. Floyd | Floyd | The war-engine cache was a new tactic, enabling you to penetrate Floyd | deeper than you'd ever contemplated before and still make it out. And Floyd | this seemed like the most secure site to hide the thing. If your Floyd | minions weren't idiots of the first water, it would have been a good Floyd | plan. Floyd | Floyd | Dulle Griet and the Antenorian Icebox Floyd | An Interactive Fiction by Sam Kabo Ashwell Floyd | Release 2 / Serial number 100116 / Inform 7 build 5Z71 (I6/v6.31 lib Floyd | 6/12N) Floyd | Floyd | Ice Cave Floyd | The ice of the Cocytean piedmont is pitted and rotten, riddled with Floyd | moulins of befouled meltwater. For the most part the caves are Floyd | unstable, but they don't tend to change too much over winter. This one Floyd | is large enough to serve as temporary depot, but small and twisty Floyd | enough to keep it hidden. Floyd | Floyd | The imposing bulk of the Iron Quagga takes up much of the space here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "WOO" | |||
| Taleslinger says, "Upload Girl saves the day!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, inky is full of awesomeness, but yes, yay." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Pilot's Plate Floyd | Although the ideal crew of a 'gin of this class is three, the Quagga Floyd | has been rigged to allow it to be crewed one-handed, though you'd Floyd | break your back jumping between helm and firebox at anything faster Floyd | than a trot. The cut-down controls - essentially just the gearshaft Floyd | and helm - will not exactly allow you to fight any cavalry actions, Floyd | but fortunately Hell is short on armour regiments. Floyd | Floyd | With the engine at rest, the floor slants down rather towards the Floyd | engine's front. Floyd | Floyd | Beside the coal chute lies a fireman's shovel. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Maga is in the middle of a large battle right now, but will be with us once he's killed everything." | |||
| Taleslinger asks, "Dinner?" | ||||
| Alex says (to Taleslinger), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that dinner is the time of day for eating corknuts." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| Touchy asks, "battle? mount n blade?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Touch), "yeah" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x ice" | ||||
Floyd | It's not pretty ice. It's grey and looks kind of worm-eaten and has Floyd | brown flecks in it. They missed a trick, though; it'd be much nastier Floyd | if it ever thawed out. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "back" | |||
| DavidW asks, "shouldn't we do the thing we're supposed to do to first first?" | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "Shall we resolve the ice demon bit, then get inside?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Ice Cave Floyd | The imposing bulk of the Iron Quagga takes up much of the space here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | Dulle Griet and the Antenorian Icebox is now in its "verbose" mode, Floyd | which always gives long descriptions of locations (even if you've been Floyd | there before). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wave scope at quagga" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "I'm still confused...are we a demon or a demon hunter?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at quagga" | ||||
Floyd | You sweep the ikon vaguely across the Quagga. The doubtful blessed Floyd | writhes and kicks, turnips flying in all directions. Not an all-out Floyd | frothing fit, bethankit, which means that the most you reasonably have Floyd | to deal with is a handful of imps or perhaps a lesser cluster. Making Floyd | more controlled sweeps, you narrow the disturbances down to three Floyd | areas: the aft right hip joint, the furnace and something up towards Floyd | the pilot's end - have to get inside to narrow that down. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I thought we were a demon hunter." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x aft right hip joint" | ||||
Floyd | Thick ice encrusts the hip joint, falling in dozens of narrow icicles Floyd | most of the way down to the knee. Unless there's been a bizarrely Floyd | specific leak in the water reservoir, this means that an agubulge, a Floyd | frigid and mindless imp used to provide localised cooling, has taken Floyd | up residence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit ice with seax" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the agubulge or the ice cave wall? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "agubulge" | ||||
Floyd | One swing of the seax fractures the ice into a spiderweb of cracks. A Floyd | second dislodges some good-sized chunks, and soon you have most of the Floyd | ice hacked away. Unfortunately, there's still some lodged up inside Floyd | the joint - how did the little bastard squeeze into such a narrow Floyd | space? Nesting, you muse darkly. At any rate, the seax is too blunt Floyd | and misshapen to fit into such a narrow gap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ice cave wall" | ||||
Floyd | It's not pretty ice. It's grey and looks kind of worm-eaten and has Floyd | brown flecks in it. They missed a trick, though; it'd be much nastier Floyd | if it ever thawed out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open cage. take ornamental imp" | ||||
Floyd | You open the spun silver birdcage. Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "squeeze it" | ||||
Floyd | As carefully as you can, you slip a finger and thumb through the imp's Floyd | angular folds and give its abdomen a squeeze. You are rewarded with a Floyd | small and flickering flame that dances over its wingtips like an Floyd | aurora. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW clears the save counter. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "burn fanfiction" | ||||
Floyd | Steeling yourself, you apply the imp to one page. Old paper burns Floyd | wonderfully well, you discover, and the whole thing is soon aflame. Floyd | You try not to think of the volume of merino socks and Kopi Luwak that Floyd | could have purchased with the proceeds. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "burn agubulge" | ||||
Floyd | You wedge the blazing mass under the hip joint and hover anxiously Floyd | nearby to prod it into more enthusiastic flames. After a few harrowing Floyd | minutes, you hear a gurgling rodent squeal and the drip of meltwater Floyd | is augmented by a pinkish ooze, washing away the last ashes of your Floyd | former prize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put out imp" | ||||
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x imp" | ||||
Floyd | The smallest and most stupid demons come in innumerable shapes, most Floyd | of them hideous; a few breeds, however, are rather attractive and are Floyd | worn as ornaments by ladies of fashion. They don't breed true, Floyd | however, which ensures that there's constant demand for wild Floyd | specimens. Occultists love to grumble about being priced out of the Floyd | market. Floyd | Floyd | This specimen is of the type usually worn on a fine silver chain Floyd | around the wrist and used by demimondaines to light their cigarettes; Floyd | it resembles a butterfly-wing folded into abstract origami, with eyes. Floyd | A faint, bluish flame coruscates across its wingtips. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "squeeze it" | ||||
Floyd | A second squeeze and the imp's fire flutters out. You keep an eye on Floyd | it for a second to make sure; more than one renowned beauty has gone Floyd | up in flames after carelessly slipping one of these into a pocket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at quagga" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put it in cage" | ||||
Floyd | You sweep the ikon vaguely across the Quagga. Floyd | > Floyd | You put the demonoscope into the spun silver birdcage. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "argh" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put imp in cage" | ||||
Floyd | You put the ornamental imp into the spun silver birdcage. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "Sorry!" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take demonoscope" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close cage" | ||||
Floyd | You close the spun silver birdcage. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at quagga" | ||||
Floyd | You sweep the ikon vaguely across the Quagga. Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ParserGirl says, "I also forgot there was a toyshop." | |||
| Touchy says, "hey pg" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at hip" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the aft right limb or the aft left limb? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||
Floyd | No reaction! It appears you've fixed it. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "okay, we should now go in and deal with the other two infestations." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Now I know where I've seen quagga lots recently - it's a new invasive mussel that causing worry in California and nearby locales." | ||||
| Taleslinger asks (of dw), "Furnace next?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "whichever" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Pilot's Plate Floyd | Although the ideal crew of a 'gin of this class is three, the Quagga Floyd | has been rigged to allow it to be crewed one-handed, though you'd Floyd | break your back jumping between helm and firebox at anything faster Floyd | than a trot. The cut-down controls - essentially just the gearshaft Floyd | and helm - will not exactly allow you to fight any cavalry actions, Floyd | but fortunately Hell is short on armour regiments. Floyd | Floyd | With the engine at rest, the floor slants down rather towards the Floyd | engine's front. Floyd | Floyd | Beside the coal chute lies a fireman's shovel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | fireman's shovel: Taken. Floyd | ornamental imp: The spun silver birdcage isn't open. Floyd | ice cave wall: That's hardly portable. Floyd | helm: That's hardly portable. Floyd | coal chute: That's hardly portable. Floyd | firebox: That's hardly portable. Floyd | gearshaft: That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga asks (of Jacq), "like a zebra mussel, only less stripy?" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x chute" | ||||
Floyd | The hopper should contain enough coal for two days at a flat march, Floyd | given that you're using the good black greasy stuff. You expect the Floyd | route you're taking to take about three and a half and to be somewhat Floyd | uphill, but you can refill with wood once you reach the Forest of the Floyd | Suicides. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x firebox" | ||||
Floyd | Essentially, this is just a big iron box through which a lot of piping Floyd | runs; you set a big fire inside, the water in the pipes turns to Floyd | steam, and then Technology happens and stompy iron feet crush all Floyd | before them. A sturdy iron door seals off the firebox. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at firebox" | ||||
Floyd | A good deal of somewhat-uninspired wriggling indicates the presence of Floyd | a small and rather pathetic imp. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to maga), "Yeah." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "open firebox" | ||||
Floyd | You tug mightily at the furnace door. It refuses to budge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Touchy says (to Floyd), "open firebox with shovel" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't seem to be something you can unlock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at hopper" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "hit firebox" | ||||
Floyd | Violence is probably the answer to this one, but you'd rather not Floyd | break your hand on solid iron. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "hit firebox with shovel" | ||||
Floyd | You give the door a couple of solid thumps, then slip the edge of the Floyd | fireman's shovel between lid and rim and twist. With a satisfying Floyd | crack, the frost-locked door gives a fraction of an inch; it should Floyd | open now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at chute" | ||||
Floyd | The unfortunate saint wriggles a little bit, dislodging a turnip or Floyd | two, but that's about background level for anywhere below circle four. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "open firebox" | ||||
Floyd | Ugh. There's another agubulge inside the firebox. This one hasn't been Floyd | there too long, you think; there's not much of an ice-mass, just a lot Floyd | of frost all over everything. Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy says, "Let's just hit it then..." | |||
| DavidW says, "sure" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a fireman's shovel Floyd | a demonoscope Floyd | a bog-iron scramaseax Floyd | a pile of loot Floyd | a wheel of artisanal Camberzola Floyd | a Camus first edition | Jacqueline waits and watches. | |||
Floyd | a spun silver birdcage (closed) Floyd | an ornamental imp (providing light) Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "go ahead" | |||
| DavidW says, "I thought I'd squeezed that imp off!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I thought you did as well." | ||||
| Touchy says (to Floyd), "hit agubulge with seax" | ||||
Floyd | It's right at the back; you can't really reach that far, and you're Floyd | aware of your narrative role too acutely to feel secure about crawling Floyd | into ovens. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I guess the undoes undid that." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "ah" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x camberzola" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the wheel of artisanal Camberzola. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit agubulge with shovel" | ||||
Floyd | You lean in and give it a few solid stabs with the sharp end. There is Floyd | a satisfying squashing sound. Floyd | Floyd | After this, it's a simple matter to get a fire going with coal-chips. Floyd | You bask in the heat, unfamiliar and welcome after your time in Floyd | Cocytus. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "Cocytus? Should I read this with Dante in hand?" | |||
| DavidW says, "There's one more infestation somewhere near the pilot's end." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x helm" | ||||
Floyd | Old-fashioned pilots prefer the bewildering chaos of a Zebruggi lever Floyd | array, but outside the more conservative Russian principalities nobody Floyd | builds those any more; the most sensible of the various replacements Floyd | is a sort of ship's wheel on a stick, with foot-pedals for detailed Floyd | control. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at helm" | ||||
Floyd | The unfortunate saint wriggles a little bit, dislodging a turnip or Floyd | two, but that's about background level for anywhere below circle four. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at gearbox" | ||||
Floyd | Death and fire, there's one in the gearbox. Your best guess is an Floyd | ithrogyca, an obnoxious little gluttony-demon designed to clean the Floyd | adipose tissue off flesh. They happily gorge themselves on fats until Floyd | they burst. This one must have gone in after the grease. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "yay" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Okay, kinda laggy." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gearbox" | ||||
Floyd | A misbegotten and unruly lever that presides over the Blazing Host Floyd | universally-reviled gearbox. The usual paces - reverse, neutral, Floyd | shuffle, walk, march, trot, killing trot, canter - are all there, and Floyd | at least you don't have to deal with the dandyish Parade March gear Floyd | that's become obligatory on modern builds. But it jams constantly, has Floyd | a tendency to slip straight into a canter if you change from march to Floyd | walk too casually, and screams bloody murder if changed a little too Floyd | early or late. Its saving grace is that, though bad, it takes a great Floyd | deal of punishment to make it any worse. Floyd | Floyd | The stick is currently in neutral. The slots for the other gear Floyd | positions open up into darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ithrogyca" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x canter slot" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in slots" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x gearbox" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | A misbegotten and unruly lever that presides over the Blazing Host Floyd | universally-reviled gearbox. The usual paces - reverse, neutral, Floyd | shuffle, walk, march, trot, killing trot, canter - are all there, and Floyd | at least you don't have to deal with the dandyish Parade March gear Floyd | that's become obligatory on modern builds. But it jams constantly, has Floyd | a tendency to slip straight into a canter if you change from march to Floyd | walk too casually, and screams bloody murder if changed a little too Floyd | early or late. Its saving grace is that, though bad, it takes a great Floyd | deal of punishment to make it any worse. Floyd | Floyd | The stick is currently in neutral. The slots for the other gear Floyd | positions open up into darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | djfletch says, "we must have to feed it the cheese" | |||
| djfletch says (to Floyd), "x camberzola" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the wheel of artisanal Camberzola. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "hm. But will that help?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "I'm surprised you didn't give the cheese a description in the rerelease." | ||||
| maga says, "it *has* a description. Clearly my I7 skillz are rusted beyond man's knowing." | ||||
| DavidW says, "oh, I see. If it eats too much, it explodes" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put cheese in gearbox" | ||||
Floyd | It's not quite squidgy enough to go down in there. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "squeeze cheese" | ||||
Floyd | You achieve nothing by this. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "break cheese" | ||||
Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cut cheese" | ||||
Floyd | > Floyd | Cutting that up would achieve little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Touchy says (to Floyd), "warm cheese on firebox" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Well, out of curiosity, can you tell us the description?" | |||
| Touchy says (to Floyd), "heat cheese on firebox" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "eat cheese" | ||||
Floyd | That's plainly inedible. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "melt cheese" | ||||
Floyd | That really requires access to a source of steady heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open cage" | ||||
Floyd | You open the spun silver birdcage. Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy shakes a fist at DavidW. | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take imp" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks (of Touchy), "hm?" | |||
| Touchy says, "You found the verb I was looking for." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think the cheese can be melted with our imp." | ||||
| DavidW says, "oh" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "melt cheese" | ||||
Floyd | That really requires access to a source of steady heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "Or in the furnace" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "squeeze imp" | ||||
Floyd | A second squeeze and the imp's fire flutters out. You keep an eye on Floyd | it for a second to make sure; more than one renowned beauty has gone Floyd | up in flames after carelessly slipping one of these into a pocket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "squeeze imp" | ||||
Floyd | A second squeeze and the imp's fire flutters out. You keep an eye on Floyd | it for a second to make sure; more than one renowned beauty has gone Floyd | up in flames after carelessly slipping one of these into a pocket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x imp" | ||||
Floyd | The smallest and most stupid demons come in innumerable shapes, most Floyd | of them hideous; a few breeds, however, are rather attractive and are Floyd | worn as ornaments by ladies of fashion. They don't breed true, Floyd | however, which ensures that there's constant demand for wild Floyd | specimens. Occultists love to grumble about being priced out of the Floyd | market. Floyd | Floyd | This specimen is of the type usually worn on a fine silver chain Floyd | around the wrist and used by demimondaines to light their cigarettes; Floyd | it resembles a butterfly-wing folded into abstract origami, with eyes. Floyd | A faint, bluish flame coruscates across its wingtips. Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy says, "Hm..one way imp" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | an ornamental imp (providing light) Floyd | a fireman's shovel Floyd | a demonoscope Floyd | a bog-iron scramaseax Floyd | a pile of loot Floyd | a wheel of artisanal Camberzola Floyd | a Camus first edition Floyd | a spun silver birdcage (open but empty) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "open firebox" | ||||
Floyd | That's already open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "put cheese in firebox" | ||||
Floyd | You put the wheel of artisanal Camberzola into the firebox. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "melt cheese with imp" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to melt the wheel of artisanal Floyd | Camberzola. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x cheese" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the wheel of artisanal Camberzola. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Touchy says (to Floyd), "i" | DavidW says, "How are we going to carry liquid cheese? Just askin'." | |||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | an ornamental imp (providing light) Floyd | a fireman's shovel Floyd | a demonoscope Floyd | a bog-iron scramaseax Floyd | a pile of loot Floyd | a Camus first edition Floyd | a spun silver birdcage (open but empty) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Touchy says (to Floyd), "take cheese" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "Shovel" | |||
| Touchy says (to Floyd), "melt cheese in firebox" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to melt the wheel of artisanal Floyd | Camberzola. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Touchy says (to Floyd), "heat shovel in firebox" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga sobs | |||
| Touchy says, "arg...whatever" | ||||
| Nitku says (to Floyd), "melt cheese" | ||||
Floyd | That really requires access to a source of steady heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Touchy says (to Floyd), "melt cheese on firebox" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to melt the wheel of artisanal Floyd | Camberzola. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "put cheese in firebox" | ||||
Floyd | You put the wheel of artisanal Camberzola into the firebox. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Maybe burn the camus now?" | |||
| maga says, "you have the right solution, obviously, and the firebox *should* melt the cheese" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "melt cheese" | ||||
Floyd | That really requires access to a source of steady heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "close firebox" | ||||
Floyd | You close the firebox. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "but I have screwed the pooch again" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "melt cheese" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put cheese on shovel" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "open firebox" | ||||
Floyd | Ugh. There's another agubulge inside the firebox. This one hasn't been Floyd | there too long, you think; there's not much of an ice-mass, just a lot Floyd | of frost all over everything. Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy says, "I hope the pooch liked it." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "get cheese" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| djfletch says (to Floyd), "put cheese in gearbox" | ||||
Floyd | It's not quite squidgy enough to go down in there. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put cheese on shovel" | ||||
Floyd | Putting things on the fireman's shovel would achieve nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says (to maga), "Is it broken or just guess-the-verb =" | |||
| maga says, "(if you had lit the fire with the Camus instead of killing it with the shovel it would have worked, but the alternative solution is broken)" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "oh noes" | ||||
| Touchy asks, "I thought we lit it anyway?" | ||||
| maga says, "apologies for this utter wreck of a game" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Oh my" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "undo?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "It's supposed to be speedif." | ||||
| Alex says (to Jacqueline), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that Undo is a command that lusers use." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Hey, it's a speed. No worries." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Alex), "Hush" | ||||
| Alex asks (of Jacqueline), "Um, at seven?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, what Taleslinger said." | ||||
| maga says (to Touchy), "you did, but there's confusion between the furnace (exterior) and the firebox (interior)" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to alex), "heh" | ||||
| Alex exclaims (at Taleslinger), "Awwwk! You're a great crowd! I'll be here all night -- try the tarte au chocolat aux cork nuts!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "mmm... tarte au chocolat aux almonds" | ||||
| Alex awwwks. "Want cork nut!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Indeed." | ||||
| DavidW says, "We can restore to an earlier point." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "So. Plan?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Right." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to dw), "What he said." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Er, I mean, good idea." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I don't remember which number." | ||||
| maga says, "(It took all of three seconds to fix this, but at this point I'm inclined to just put it somewhere for download and let the 0.3 people who still care finish the game on their own)" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Ice Cave Floyd | The ice of the Cocytean piedmont is pitted and rotten, riddled with Floyd | moulins of befouled meltwater. For the most part the caves are Floyd | unstable, but they don't tend to change too much over winter. This one Floyd | is large enough to serve as temporary depot, but small and twisty Floyd | enough to keep it hidden. Floyd | Floyd | The imposing bulk of the Iron Quagga takes up much of the space here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x right hip" | ||||
Floyd | There's a lot less ice now, but inside the hip joint it's still pretty Floyd | badly frozen. Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy says, "But it's more fun to play here." | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Wait. You've fixed it? Why not fix that and the cheese and I can just upload it?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "restore" | Touchy says, "I mean "in a group"..." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "We can hang for five or so." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x right hip" | ||||
Floyd | No reaction! It appears you've fixed it. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I can go for a sandwich." | |||
| Taleslinger says, "Me too" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, I can grab a snack, too." | ||||
| Touchy says, "Now that you mention it..." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "Create cheese, and we will be back." | ||||
| Touchy says, "I have some oven cheese left. hrhr" | ||||
| DavidW says, "(except my roommate *just* entered the place. No sandwich for me.)" | ||||
| maga says, "sent" | ||||
| Ellison arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to ellison), "Aww, you missed the reference I put in just for you" | ||||
| Ellison says, "aw, now I have to play the game on my own. thanks for the extra work, buddy!" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "No prob" | Jacqueline says, "Okay, so maga thinks a new problem will, by sod's law, immediately crop up, but here goes..." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, will wait until everyone is back." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Hrhmrhr" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Like, for certainsure." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "I drank 1 1/2 ltrs of tea during CF" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "#jacq Oh gosh no... this is a great snack." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "haha" | ||||
| olethros arrives, full of fun and funk. | Jacqueline asks, "Okay, so, who is present?" | |||
| DavidW says, "me" | ||||
| Nitku says, "me" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "me" | ||||
| olethros says, "I am present, but completely disoriented" | ||||
| olethros asks, "have we started yet?" | ||||
| olethros blinks inoccently. | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to olethros), "Well, we're about to start maga's game for the third time." | ||||
| djfletch says, "I'm here" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We are kind of sort of good at the first half of it, so." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "It might go a bit fast for a newcomer." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "stumbles in. "I'm here"" | ||||
| Fang arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | olethros says, "I will read every other word" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "That's... not everyong. Touchy, right?" | ||||
| djfletch says, "it's your standard quagga de-imping puzzle basically" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to djfletch), "Well, true." | ||||
| maga says (to olethros), "just so long as it's the odd-numbered words - those are the good ones" | ||||
| olethros says, "youbetchya" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "This does have some good words." | ||||
| Fang says, "I'll read all the words olethros doesn't read" | ||||
| olethros says, "but if I make a mistake, we're fucked" | ||||
| olethros says, "pardon the language" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "That's probably true." | ||||
| Jacqueline | just long it's odd-numbered those the ones | ||||
| maga says, "(also, [LINK] )" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think the only other IF game to mention the quagga was The Endling Archive. At least, I don't know of another." | ||||
| olethros says, "disturbing" | ||||
| olethros asks, "the madness of war?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "That is an interesting piece of work, yes." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "That's the Deep purple cover which looks like a bosch painting" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Touchy! Come back!" | ||||
| olethros says, "oh, a woman leads an army of other women to pillage hell!" | ||||
| olethros says, "that's great" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I thought we learned in our last game that women shouldn't have jobs, though. Surely that includes leading armies." | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Ice Cave Floyd | The ice of the Cocytean piedmont is pitted and rotten, riddled with Floyd | moulins of befouled meltwater. For the most part the caves are Floyd | unstable, but they don't tend to change too much over winter. This one Floyd | is large enough to serve as temporary depot, but small and twisty Floyd | enough to keep it hidden. Floyd | Floyd | The imposing bulk of the Iron Quagga takes up much of the space here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Fang), "No!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to quit? | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||
Floyd | | ||||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | maga says (to Jacq), "pillaging Hell is kind of pink-collar" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Fang), "We're about to try a new version." | Ellison says, "Dogbowl, a singer/songwriter that I enjoy, has a song about Mad Meg" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "And waiting on one person who went to get a snack. Sorry." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "We'll give him... five minutes?" | Fang wipes all memory of iron quagga from his mind | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Sound good?" | ||||
| olethros asks, "is this live beta-testing?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Sort of, yes. It's called SpeedIF." | ||||
| olethros asks, "speed-testing?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Heh. Yes." | ||||
| olethros asks, "oh, we are playing his speedif entry for the NYC?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yep." | ||||
| olethros says (to maga), "actually, I should probably adress his majesty directly" | ||||
| Jacqueline rolls her eyes. | ||||
| olethros says, "but he is now fixing the game, so that's why, see." | ||||
| Fang says, "no, no, you should speak to his speakswoman" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "snrk" | ||||
| maga says, "the usual forms of tribute will suffice" | ||||
| Fang says, "undiluted maga is too much for anyone" | ||||
| olethros says, "alas, I only have some Dutch brandy" | ||||
| Jacqueline places some fine chocolate, brie, and beer at maga's feet. | ||||
| Fang says, "especially pregnant women and children" | ||||
| olethros says, "with anticipation, I hope" | ||||
| Fang says, "be sure to put on your demaganifying glasses" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | Jacqueline says, "Touchy is taking a long time to find his cheeses." | |||
| Touchy says, "Sorry." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "WOO" | ||||
| Touchy says, "It's oven cheese. Needs melting.." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Okay, we begin. All conversation back on he channel..." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of Touchy), "Ready, then?" | ||||
| Touchy says, "Yes." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load dullegriet3" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | He who eats fire, shits sparks; this line of work involves no small Floyd | amount of risk, therefore. But compared to everyone else, demons are Floyd | refreshingly easy. No suspicions are necessary; you know they're out Floyd | to screw you over. Floyd | Floyd | The war-engine cache was a new tactic, enabling you to penetrate Floyd | deeper than you'd ever contemplated before and still make it out. And Floyd | this seemed like the most secure site to hide the thing. If your Floyd | minions weren't idiots of the first water, it would have been a good Floyd | plan. Floyd | Floyd | Dulle Griet and the Antenorian Icebox Floyd | An Interactive Fiction by Sam Kabo Ashwell Floyd | Release 3 / Serial number 100116 / Inform 7 build 5Z71 (I6/v6.31 lib Floyd | 6/12N) Floyd | Floyd | Ice Cave Floyd | The ice of the Cocytean piedmont is pitted and rotten, riddled with Floyd | moulins of befouled meltwater. For the most part the caves are Floyd | unstable, but they don't tend to change too much over winter. This one Floyd | is large enough to serve as temporary depot, but small and twisty Floyd | enough to keep it hidden. Floyd | Floyd | The imposing bulk of the Iron Quagga takes up much of the space here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We could let the newcomers try..." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "And then jump in when we hit new territory." | ||||
| Fang asks, "idiots of first water?" | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x quagga" | ||||
Floyd | Oh, now the sow pulls out the bung. You told that fool Mayken a dozen Floyd | times that when she made the drop she should demonproof everything Floyd | thoroughly, but what a mess. Not even a tarp thrown over it, for Floyd | pity's sake. There's a sliver of a chance that it might still be Floyd | functional, but de-imping the thing is going to be unpleasant. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "There's nine waters, I guess." | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "i" | DavidW says, "Or four. I'm not sure how we're counting them." | |||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a bog-iron scramaseax Floyd | a demonoscope Floyd | a pile of loot Floyd | a wheel of artisanal Camberzola Floyd | a Camus first edition Floyd | a spun silver birdcage (closed) Floyd | an ornamental imp Floyd | an octavo of Shakespeare fanfiction Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x scramaseax" | ||||
Floyd | Cold-wrought bog-iron is a wretched material, but you'd carry a weapon Floyd | made of soap if it could wound the dead. It's notched, pitted, holds Floyd | an edge for about three seconds and has been twisted back into shape Floyd | countless times; constant application of walrus blubber mitigates the Floyd | rust somewhat, but considering what's in the air here the final Floyd | outcome is not in doubt. Locating a replacement for when the dear old Floyd | thing falls to bits is one of your more pressing concerns. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x demonoscope" | ||||
Floyd | A small, crudely painted ikon of the Blessed Egdethbra of Wessex in Floyd | the act of her martyrdom, a sordid little affair involving a Floyd | backsliding Dane, a turnip field and an ironbound psalter. When waved Floyd | at demon-infested things, the aforementioned proto-saint wiggles her Floyd | toes and rolls her eyes wildly. (Demonoscopes are usually crafted with Floyd | saints of better repute, preferably ones who actually existed, but Floyd | these are usually overwhelmed by the demon-saturated environment of Floyd | the Circles.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x loot" | ||||
Floyd | Most of this is hell-forged treasure of the gaudiest sort: crowns, Floyd | plate, jewelry, fist-sized diamonds. Horse droppings are not figs: it Floyd | will all turn to dented tin and broken crockery when exposed to fresh Floyd | air and sunlight, but until then it will serve as a cover for the good Floyd | stuff, and as bribes for the more stupid gatekeepers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x cheese" | ||||
Floyd | They say that everything good that comes from Hell was stolen from Floyd | somewhere else. Though mostly true, there are caveats: a good blue Floyd | cheese that matured in certain of the middle circles is a thing beyond Floyd | words. You plan to keep this one for yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x camus" | ||||
Floyd | The Cahiers of Camus, all but unobtainable in the mortal realm. Your Floyd | usual reading-material extends about as far as grocery lists, but you Floyd | know several buyers who will cheerfully gouge each others's eyes out Floyd | for this. Disappointingly, it is bound in rather boring green canvas. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x birdcage" | ||||
Floyd | A local product; within a few hours of your escape it will have become Floyd | a chamberpot or a cracked jug, but it'll do until then. It presently Floyd | houses an ornamental imp.. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x imp" | ||||
Floyd | The smallest and most stupid demons come in innumerable shapes, most Floyd | of them hideous; a few breeds, however, are rather attractive and are Floyd | worn as ornaments by ladies of fashion. They don't breed true, Floyd | however, which ensures that there's constant demand for wild Floyd | specimens. Occultists love to grumble about being priced out of the Floyd | market. Floyd | Floyd | This specimen is of the type usually worn on a fine silver chain Floyd | around the wrist and used by demimondaines to light their cigarettes; Floyd | it resembles a butterfly-wing folded into abstract origami, with eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x fanfiction" | ||||
Floyd | A small single-run printing by one Wm. Shakspere, with the mysterious Floyd | title D5-D6. Hette, non-Conne, wingefick. Neifile/Fiammetta/Panfilo, Floyd | Elissa/Filostrato, Dioneo/Misia. Spoileres. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "read fanfiction" | ||||
Floyd | A small single-run printing by one Wm. Shakspere, with the mysterious Floyd | title D5-D6. Hette, non-Conne, wingefick. Neifile/Fiammetta/Panfilo, Floyd | Elissa/Filostrato, Dioneo/Misia. Spoileres. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscrope" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope" | ||||
Floyd | You look ridiculous waving the demonoscope. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x demonoscope" | ||||
Floyd | A small, crudely painted ikon of the Blessed Egdethbra of Wessex in Floyd | the act of her martyrdom, a sordid little affair involving a Floyd | backsliding Dane, a turnip field and an ironbound psalter. When waved Floyd | at demon-infested things, the aforementioned proto-saint wiggles her Floyd | toes and rolls her eyes wildly. (Demonoscopes are usually crafted with Floyd | saints of better repute, preferably ones who actually existed, but Floyd | these are usually overwhelmed by the demon-saturated environment of Floyd | the Circles.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Ice Cave Floyd | The ice of the Cocytean piedmont is pitted and rotten, riddled with Floyd | moulins of befouled meltwater. For the most part the caves are Floyd | unstable, but they don't tend to change too much over winter. This one Floyd | is large enough to serve as temporary depot, but small and twisty Floyd | enough to keep it hidden. Floyd | Floyd | The imposing bulk of the Iron Quagga takes up much of the space here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "insert demonoscope" | ||||
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at quagga" | ||||
Floyd | You sweep the ikon vaguely across the Quagga. The doubtful blessed Floyd | writhes and kicks, turnips flying in all directions. Not an all-out Floyd | frothing fit, bethankit, which means that the most you reasonably have Floyd | to deal with is a handful of imps or perhaps a lesser cluster. Making Floyd | more controlled sweeps, you narrow the disturbances down to three Floyd | areas: the aft right hip joint, the furnace and something up towards Floyd | the pilot's end - have to get inside to narrow that down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Pilot's Plate Floyd | Although the ideal crew of a 'gin of this class is three, the Quagga Floyd | has been rigged to allow it to be crewed one-handed, though you'd Floyd | break your back jumping between helm and firebox at anything faster Floyd | than a trot. The cut-down controls - essentially just the gearshaft Floyd | and helm - will not exactly allow you to fight any cavalry actions, Floyd | but fortunately Hell is short on armour regiments. Floyd | Floyd | With the engine at rest, the floor slants down rather towards the Floyd | engine's front. Floyd | Floyd | Beside the coal chute lies a fireman's shovel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| ParserGirl goes home. | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at shovel" | ||||
Floyd | The unfortunate saint wriggles a little bit, dislodging a turnip or Floyd | two, but that's about background level for anywhere below circle four. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at firebox" | ||||
Floyd | A good deal of somewhat-uninspired wriggling indicates the presence of Floyd | a small and rather pathetic imp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x firebox" | ||||
Floyd | Essentially, this is just a big iron box through which a lot of piping Floyd | runs; you set a big fire inside, the water in the pipes turns to Floyd | steam, and then Technology happens and stompy iron feet crush all Floyd | before them. A sturdy iron door seals off the firebox. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "open firebox" | ||||
Floyd | You tug mightily at the furnace door. It refuses to budge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "hit firebox with shovel" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the fireman's shovel) Floyd | You give the door a couple of solid thumps, then slip the edge of the Floyd | fireman's shovel between lid and rim and twist. With a satisfying Floyd | crack, the frost-locked door gives a fraction of an inch; it should Floyd | open now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "open firebox" | ||||
Floyd | Ugh. There's an agubulge - a minor ice imp - in there. It hasn't been Floyd | there too long, you think; there's not much of an ice-mass, just a lot Floyd | of frost all over everything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x agubulge" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about agubulge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "take agubulge" | ||||
Floyd | That's fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "hit agubulge with shovel" | ||||
Floyd | You lean in and give it a few solid stabs with the sharp end. There is Floyd | a satisfying squashing sound. Floyd | Floyd | After this, it's a simple matter to get a fire going with coal-chips. Floyd | You bask in the heat, unfamiliar and welcome after your time in Floyd | Cocytus. Floyd | Floyd | > | Fang says, "I'm de-imping like a pro" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "So, I guess this game might in part be a statement that maga thinks he lives in a world that's infested by imps six months a year." | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Pilot's Plate Floyd | Although the ideal crew of a 'gin of this class is three, the Quagga Floyd | has been rigged to allow it to be crewed one-handed, though you'd Floyd | break your back jumping between helm and firebox at anything faster Floyd | than a trot. The cut-down controls - essentially just the gearshaft Floyd | and helm - will not exactly allow you to fight any cavalry actions, Floyd | but fortunately Hell is short on armour regiments. Floyd | Floyd | With the engine at rest, the floor slants down rather towards the Floyd | engine's front. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Ice Cave Floyd | The imposing bulk of the Iron Quagga takes up much of the space here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x hip" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the aft right limb or the aft left limb? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at quagga" | ||||
Floyd | You sweep the ikon vaguely across the Quagga. The doubtful blessed Floyd | writhes and kicks, turnips flying in all directions. Not an all-out Floyd | frothing fit, bethankit, which means that the most you reasonably have Floyd | to deal with is a handful of imps or perhaps a lesser cluster. Making Floyd | more controlled sweeps, you narrow the disturbances down to three Floyd | areas: the aft right hip joint, the furnace and something up towards Floyd | the pilot's end - have to get inside to narrow that down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x aft right hip joint" | ||||
Floyd | Thick ice encrusts the hip joint, falling in dozens of narrow icicles Floyd | most of the way down to the knee. Unless there's been a bizarrely Floyd | specific leak in the water reservoir, this means that an agubulge, a Floyd | frigid and mindless imp used to provide localised cooling, has taken Floyd | up residence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at aft right hip joint" | ||||
Floyd | Lamentably, it's still there, if the blessed's reaction is anything to Floyd | go by. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm, you've already tackled the furnace. It shouldn't list that one." | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a fireman's shovel Floyd | a bog-iron scramaseax Floyd | a demonoscope Floyd | a pile of loot Floyd | a wheel of artisanal Camberzola Floyd | a Camus first edition Floyd | a spun silver birdcage (closed) Floyd | an ornamental imp Floyd | an octavo of Shakespeare fanfiction Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "aft right hip joint with shovel" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "hit aft right hip joint with shovel" | ||||
Floyd | > | Fang says, "um" | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "push space" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | I beg your pardon? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x aft right hip joint" | ||||
Floyd | Big mass of ice. Icicles. Probably an imp deep inside. Not going Floyd | anywhere until it's dealt with. Floyd | Floyd | > | Fang says, "I guess violence doesn't solve everything" | |||
| Taleslinger says, "Not in IF." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Hitting the joint with the shovel didn't do anything. Not even a default message." | ||||
| maga says, "god fuck it sideways" | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "hit aft right hip joint with scramaseax" | ||||
Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Wait, is something new broken?" | |||
| Jacqueline cries. | ||||
| olethros says, "aww" | ||||
| DavidW says, "It's a speed-if. It's not going to be perfect." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Oh my" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "But this part worked flawlessly earlier. wt--" | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "open birdcage" | ||||
Floyd | You open the spun silver birdcage. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "hit agubulge with seax" | ||||
Floyd | One swing of the seax fractures the ice into a spiderweb of cracks. A Floyd | second dislodges some good-sized chunks, and soon you have most of the Floyd | ice hacked away. Unfortunately, there's still some lodged up inside Floyd | the joint - how did the little bastard squeeze into such a narrow Floyd | space? Nesting, you muse darkly. At any rate, the seax is too blunt Floyd | and misshapen to fit into such a narrow gap. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "hrmph" | |||
| DavidW says, "oh." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Looks like the last imp is in the game itself" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Oh wait, are we okay now?" | ||||
| maga says, "though I don't know how I didn't redirect that" | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "hit agubulge with shovel" | ||||
Floyd | You bash off the more fragile icicles and a few chips of ice, but your Floyd | progress is rather limited. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x agubulge" | ||||
Floyd | A mass of ice, at the centre of which is presumably a cold-imp. The Floyd | things are mindless and relatively easy to deal with, on the whole, Floyd | except that they breed. By means of microscopic eggs. The last time Floyd | you stumbled into a swarm of them you had to take three saunas a day Floyd | for two weeks and boil everything you owned; but hopefully any eggs Floyd | will get killed off by engine heat if you can just get rid of this one Floyd | and get things running. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "open birdcage" | ||||
Floyd | That's already open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "get imp" | ||||
Floyd | (the ornamental imp) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x imp" | ||||
Floyd | (the ornamental imp) Floyd | The smallest and most stupid demons come in innumerable shapes, most Floyd | of them hideous; a few breeds, however, are rather attractive and are Floyd | worn as ornaments by ladies of fashion. They don't breed true, Floyd | however, which ensures that there's constant demand for wild Floyd | specimens. Occultists love to grumble about being priced out of the Floyd | market. Floyd | Floyd | This specimen is of the type usually worn on a fine silver chain Floyd | around the wrist and used by demimondaines to light their cigarettes; Floyd | it resembles a butterfly-wing folded into abstract origami, with eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "light imp" | ||||
Floyd | (the ornamental imp) Floyd | As carefully as you can, you slip a finger and thumb through the imp's Floyd | angular folds and give its abdomen a squeeze. You are rewarded with a Floyd | small and flickering flame that dances over its wingtips like an Floyd | aurora. Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy asks, "What's a demimondaine anyway?" | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "burn agubulge with imp" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to burn the agubulge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "burn agubulge" | ||||
Floyd | The symmetry of the solution has appeal, but as it turns out the Floyd | ornamental demon's flame is far too faint to melt more than a few Floyd | droplets of ice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | an ornamental imp (providing light) Floyd | a fireman's shovel Floyd | a bog-iron scramaseax Floyd | a demonoscope Floyd | a pile of loot Floyd | a wheel of artisanal Camberzola Floyd | a Camus first edition Floyd | a spun silver birdcage (open but empty) Floyd | an octavo of Shakespeare fanfiction Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "demi-mondaine. Not as important as a regular mondaine." | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "burn fanfiction" | ||||
Floyd | Steeling yourself, you apply the imp to one page. Old paper burns Floyd | wonderfully well, you discover, and the whole thing is soon aflame. Floyd | You try not to think of the volume of merino socks and Kopi Luwak that Floyd | could have purchased with the proceeds. Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy asks, "Well, what's a mondaine?" | |||
| maga says, "a demimondaine was an inhabitant of the demimonde" | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "burn agubulge" | ||||
Floyd | You wedge the blazing mass under the hip joint and hover anxiously Floyd | nearby to prod it into more enthusiastic flames. After a few harrowing Floyd | minutes, you hear a gurgling rodent squeal and the drip of meltwater Floyd | is augmented by a pinkish ooze, washing away the last ashes of your Floyd | former prize. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The opposite of fantastique" | |||
| Fang says, "two down" | ||||
| DavidW says, "ah. monde = world" | ||||
| Touchy says, "not a watch then...." | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at quagga" | ||||
Floyd | You sweep the ikon vaguely across the Quagga. Floyd | > | DavidW says, "So, an underworlder." | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at quagga" | ||||
Floyd | You sweep the ikon vaguely across the Quagga. Floyd | > | Fang says, "um" | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Pilot's Plate Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "The one in the furnace is left" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | Dulle Griet and the Antenorian Icebox is now in its "verbose" mode, Floyd | which always gives long descriptions of locations (even if you've been Floyd | there before). Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Dulle Griet and the Antenorian Icebox is now in its "verbose" mode, Floyd | which always gives long descriptions of locations (even if you've been Floyd | there before). Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Dulle Griet and the Antenorian Icebox is now in its "verbose" mode, Floyd | which always gives long descriptions of locations (even if you've been Floyd | there before). Floyd | Floyd | > | Fang says, "haha" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "hahaha" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Er, in the pilot'S section" | ||||
| DavidW says, "no, he did the furnace" | ||||
| Touchy says, "good job gusy" | ||||
| Fang says, "verbose shouldn't affect demonoscope readings, really" | ||||
| Touchy says, "definitely in the verbose mode now" | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Pilot's Plate Floyd | Although the ideal crew of a 'gin of this class is three, the Quagga Floyd | has been rigged to allow it to be crewed one-handed, though you'd Floyd | break your back jumping between helm and firebox at anything faster Floyd | than a trot. The cut-down controls - essentially just the gearshaft Floyd | and helm - will not exactly allow you to fight any cavalry actions, Floyd | but fortunately Hell is short on armour regiments. Floyd | Floyd | With the engine at rest, the floor slants down rather towards the Floyd | engine's front. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Ice Cave Floyd | The ice of the Cocytean piedmont is pitted and rotten, riddled with Floyd | moulins of befouled meltwater. For the most part the caves are Floyd | unstable, but they don't tend to change too much over winter. This one Floyd | is large enough to serve as temporary depot, but small and twisty Floyd | enough to keep it hidden. Floyd | Floyd | The imposing bulk of the Iron Quagga takes up much of the space here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x pilot" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Pilot's Plate Floyd | Although the ideal crew of a 'gin of this class is three, the Quagga Floyd | has been rigged to allow it to be crewed one-handed, though you'd Floyd | break your back jumping between helm and firebox at anything faster Floyd | than a trot. The cut-down controls - essentially just the gearshaft Floyd | and helm - will not exactly allow you to fight any cavalry actions, Floyd | but fortunately Hell is short on armour regiments. Floyd | Floyd | With the engine at rest, the floor slants down rather towards the Floyd | engine's front. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "So we can chime in again now?" | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at helm" | ||||
Floyd | The unfortunate saint wriggles a little bit, dislodging a turnip or Floyd | two, but that's about background level for anywhere below circle four. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I think so... yeah" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Right?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x gearbox" | ||||
Floyd | A misbegotten and unruly lever that presides over the Blazing Host Floyd | universally-reviled gearbox. The usual paces - reverse, neutral, Floyd | shuffle, walk, march, trot, killing trot, canter - are all there, and Floyd | at least you don't have to deal with the dandyish Parade March gear Floyd | that's become obligatory on modern builds. But it jams constantly, has Floyd | a tendency to slip straight into a canter if you change from march to Floyd | walk too casually, and screams bloody murder if changed a little too Floyd | early or late. Its saving grace is that, though bad, it takes a great Floyd | deal of punishment to make it any worse. Floyd | Floyd | The stick is currently in neutral. The slots for the other gear Floyd | positions open up into darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I dunno. We never actually vaniquished the 3rd demon, although we know where it is." | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at gearbox" | ||||
Floyd | Death and fire, there's one in the gearbox. Your best guess is an Floyd | ithrogyca, an obnoxious little gluttony-demon designed to clean the Floyd | adipose tissue off flesh. They happily gorge themselves on fats until Floyd | they burst. This one must have gone in after the grease. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks (of maga), "Was Taiya your inspiration for the ithrogyca?" | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | an ornamental imp (providing light) Floyd | a fireman's shovel Floyd | a bog-iron scramaseax Floyd | a demonoscope Floyd | a pile of loot Floyd | a wheel of artisanal Camberzola Floyd | a Camus first edition Floyd | a spun silver birdcage (open but empty) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x cheese" | ||||
Floyd | They say that everything good that comes from Hell was stolen from Floyd | somewhere else. Though mostly true, there are caveats: a good blue Floyd | cheese that matured in certain of the middle circles is a thing beyond Floyd | words. You plan to keep this one for yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "insert cheese in gearbox" | ||||
Floyd | It's not quite squidgy enough to go down in there. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Squidgy is such a great word." | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x camus" | ||||
Floyd | The Cahiers of Camus, all but unobtainable in the mortal realm. Your Floyd | usual reading-material extends about as far as grocery lists, but you Floyd | know several buyers who will cheerfully gouge each others's eyes out Floyd | for this. Disappointingly, it is bound in rather boring green canvas. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "crumble cheese" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "melt cheese" | ||||
Floyd | Cupping your hands, you hold the Camberzola over the top of the Floyd | firebox. Your hands are weather-beaten and gnarly enough to take the Floyd | temperature, but the cheese is not so fortunate; in a few minutes it Floyd | has turned into a thick goo. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x cheese" | Jacqueline says, "woo goo" | |||
Floyd | A short time ago this was a peerless cheese. Now it's a semi-liquid Floyd | glob, still delicious but rather less manageable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "drink cheese" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing suitable to drink here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "eat cheese" | DavidW says, "focus" | |||
Floyd | That's plainly inedible. Floyd | Floyd | > | Fang:( | |||
| maga weeps softly | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Can we... I have an idea, but I'm not sure if it's mine or from before." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I will continue to just watch, I guess." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Like PUT IT IN the you-know-what?" | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "pour cheese in gearbox" | ||||
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "insert cheese in gearbox" | ||||
Floyd | You slop the gooey mess down the slots. There is a pause while it Floyd | slithers down into the depths of the gearbox; then there is a Floyd | high-pitched gurgle of joy, a sound like a bellows with teeth, and Floyd | lastly a terminal-sounding *sploch*. Floyd | Floyd | > | Fang says, "I'm hungry" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "That was my idea, yeah." | ||||
| Fang says, "also, such a waste of good cheese" | ||||
| Touchy says, "damn oven cheese on my macbook" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wave demonoscope at gearbox" | ||||
Floyd | Looks as if it's clear now. You think you detect a look of sadness in Floyd | the blessed's eye, but that's probably projection. Floyd | Floyd | > | Fang says, "haha" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Fang), "Indeed." | ||||
| DavidW says, "so, I guess we should drive this iron puppy." | ||||
| Fang asks, "so, how do we operate this thing?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear helm" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the helm) Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x helm#" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x helm" | ||||
Floyd | Old-fashioned pilots prefer the bewildering chaos of a Zebruggi lever Floyd | array, but outside the more conservative Russian principalities nobody Floyd | builds those any more; the most sensible of the various replacements Floyd | is a sort of ship's wheel on a stick, with foot-pedals for detailed Floyd | control. Floyd | Floyd | > | Fang says, "Don't think it's that sort of helm, DW" | |||
| DavidW says, "oh, it's not a wearable helm" | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x pedals" | ||||
Floyd | Old-fashioned pilots prefer the bewildering chaos of a Zebruggi lever Floyd | array, but outside the more conservative Russian principalities nobody Floyd | builds those any more; the most sensible of the various replacements Floyd | is a sort of ship's wheel on a stick, with foot-pedals for detailed Floyd | control. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Thought it might be thought controlled a bit" | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x firebox" | ||||
Floyd | Essentially, this is just a big iron box through which a lot of piping Floyd | runs; you set a big fire inside, the water in the pipes turns to Floyd | steam, and then Technology happens and stompy iron feet crush all Floyd | before them. A good fire has been set inside, and the furnace is Floyd | starting to radiate heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The gear box has a lever." | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x gearbox" | ||||
Floyd | A misbegotten and unruly lever that presides over the Blazing Host Floyd | universally-reviled gearbox. The usual paces - reverse, neutral, Floyd | shuffle, walk, march, trot, killing trot, canter - are all there, and Floyd | at least you don't have to deal with the dandyish Parade March gear Floyd | that's become obligatory on modern builds. But it jams constantly, has Floyd | a tendency to slip straight into a canter if you change from march to Floyd | walk too casually, and screams bloody murder if changed a little too Floyd | early or late. Its saving grace is that, though bad, it takes a great Floyd | deal of punishment to make it any worse. Floyd | Floyd | The stick is currently in neutral. The slots for the other gear Floyd | positions open up into darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "turn stick" | ||||
Floyd | It is fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "push lever" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "set gearbox to shuffle" | ||||
Floyd | With a clangor like an angel's death-rattle, the engine steps out. The Floyd | furnace roars and cracks at your back, the icy wind of the great ice Floyd | lake scorches your face, and inside your gut the fierce slow burn of a Floyd | hard-bought victory. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have won *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 0 out of a possible 0, in 72 turns. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT? Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hooray" | |||
| Fang says, "yay" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Woo" | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Pilot's Plate Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "set gearbox to killing" | ||||
Floyd | No, you can't set that to anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "set gearbox to killing trot" | ||||
Floyd | Shifting straight into killing trot from a dead start is unwise, Floyd | particularly on slippery, uneven ground like this. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Hooray woo yay woot" | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "set gearbox to reverse" | ||||
Floyd | Shifting straight into reverse from a dead start is unwise, Floyd | particularly on slippery, uneven ground like this. Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy says, "nice" | |||
| Fang says, "not sure that's sensible" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "I want a sequel!" | ||||
| Fang asks, "how else would you retreat?" | ||||
| Fang says (to Taleslinger), "indeed." | ||||
| Taleslinger asks (of maga), "So is this guy supposed to be a demon hunter or what?" | ||||
| Fang says, "I most set things to a killing trot" | ||||
| maga says (to TS), "Dulle Griet and the Live-Fire Betatesting" | ||||
| Fang says, "deeply sad that the option is there but cannot be used" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "aw" | ||||
| DavidW says, "The Quagga from M.A.G.A." | ||||
| maga says (to TS), "no, just a very specialised looter" | ||||
| Touchy says, "4 hours of cf and I turned my desk in a messy pile of foodremains" | ||||
| Fang says, "at least we kept the camus" | ||||
| DavidW says, "And the loot" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "And on that note, it is time for Jacqueline's nap. Will seriously try to catch up on transcripts. Seriously." | ||||
| Fang says, "also, mysterious synchronicity with touchy's melted cheese" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "And if my game doesn't make enough progress, I'll poke folks for ideas of what to play next week in a couple days." | ||||
| maga says, "thanks for putting up with my shit, guys" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Fang), "I think that is why Touchy decided to have the oven cheese, actually." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "Aw." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to maga), "It's a cool game." | ||||
| Touchy says, "Yeah. It was a very inspirational game." | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "l" | Touchy says, "Especially cheesewise." | |||
Floyd | Pilot's Plate Floyd | Although the ideal crew of a 'gin of this class is three, the Quagga Floyd | has been rigged to allow it to be crewed one-handed, though you'd Floyd | break your back jumping between helm and firebox at anything faster Floyd | than a trot. The cut-down controls - essentially just the gearshaft Floyd | and helm - will not exactly allow you to fight any cavalry actions, Floyd | but fortunately Hell is short on armour regiments. Floyd | Floyd | With the engine at rest, the floor slants down rather towards the Floyd | engine's front. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "indeed!" | |||
| Taleslinger says, "Not for me." | ||||
| Fang says, "yeah" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "(Lactose-intolerant)" | ||||
| Nitku says, "Great writing" | ||||
| olethros asks, "but to imaginary cheese?" | ||||
| Fang says, "(still think needs more killing trot)" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Taleslinger), "Maybe you can have a wheel of artisinal tofu." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Eek, tofu." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Tofu is bad too?" | ||||
| maga says (to Fang), "you cannot actually get it into killing trot; sorry" | ||||
| maga says, "if I make a sequel I will allow you to actually pilot the thing, maybe" | ||||
| Gerynar arrives, full of fun and funk. | Fang asks (of maga), "well, maybe make a death ending for entering the killing trot directly?" | |||
| olethros has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | Jacqueline says (to Fang), "He says that would have been a good idea if he'd thought of it in time." | |||
| Gerynar asks, "so, how'd the game go?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "(He is Mounting and Blading now.)" | ||||
| Fang says, "ah" | ||||
| Fang says, "TSD" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, and I knew it sounded that way when I typed it, too." | ||||
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