ClubFloyd Transcript:
PAX East Speed IFs by Various Authors
As played on ifMUD on April 3, 2010

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

Below is a transcript of ten (TEN!)  eleven (ELEVEN!) PAX East Speed IFs, written by Various Authors. More games may surface as a result of this event, but these were the ten that were complete as of the time ClubFloyd met, plus one finished later in the day. The PAX East Speed IFs were crafted during the historic IF Summit held in conjuction with PAX East 2010 You can learn more about the games, including how to download them, by visiting the ifWiki.

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

     Queuelty, by Sarah Morayati

     Food Magic, by P Hughes, C Madden, R Madden, L Hughes, & C Muckenhoupt

     Apoptosis, by Kate McKee

     Mango, by A Reed, A Othenin-Girard, & D Bowsman

     Midair Madness, by Paul J. Furio

     Safehouse, by Benjamin Sokal

     Lobsters on a Plane, by Ben and Jack

     Vortex 2305, by Jacqueline A. Lott

     PAX East 2010 Speed-IF, by J McGrew & K Matthews

     A Wizard Goes Shopping, by Kevin Jackson-Mead

     PAXless, by Royce Odle

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

Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0.
Floyd |
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Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | Queuelty
Floyd | An Interactive Claustrophobia by Sarah Morayati
Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 100403 / Inform 7 build 5Z71 (I6/v6.31 lib


Floyd | 6/12N)
Floyd |
Floyd | Oppressive Crowd
Floyd | People. People. So many people.
Floyd |
Floyd | You weren't quite sure what you were expecting. Crowds, sure, but not


Floyd | ten thousand people crammed into a tenth as many square feet until
Floyd | they ferment. They're sort of herded along by barriers and signs, but
Floyd | once you reach critical mass of a couple thousand, it just looks like
Floyd | an enormous mass. Fortunately, you made it to the end of the line.
Floyd | Unfortunately, so did Brody.
Floyd |


Floyd | Brody leers at you with either malice or lechery. You can't decide
Floyd | which would be worse.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Brody is an asshole.
Floyd |
Floyd | Yes, you've been known to prematurely call people assholes before, and


Floyd | you're becoming a bit worried that you're being typecast as the sort
Floyd | of person who indiscriminately dubs people assholes. But Brody really
Floyd | is an asshole.
Floyd |
Floyd | Brody has painstakingly manhandled his hair into what was probably a
Floyd | mohawk at one point. You have nothing against follicular


Floyd | self-expression, except when it's going to be sitting in front of you.
Floyd | Or when each individual plume of hair has a middle finger sculpted
Floyd | into it. He's wearing a ratty old T-shirt, on which he has just
Floyd | spray-painted (you can smell it): "DEVELOPERS! ASK ME ABOUT THE
Floyd | KICK-ASS GAME IDEA THAT WILL MAKE ME A MILLIONAIRE!" (Millionaire is
Floyd | in its own special shade of blood red.


Floyd |
Floyd | And you would be remiss not to mention the giant sign. You came to
Floyd | this convention to meet like-minded, wonderful people who do not wave
Floyd | giant signs in your face. You instead met Brody, a non-minded,
Floyd | wonder-free personoid who quite enjoys this. Especially when said
Floyd | signs depict naked people.


Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | (the signs)
Floyd | The usual signs, listing the PAX rules, the exits, you know the drill.
Floyd | The only sign you really care about is the one that indicates that


Floyd | there's only one more seat left in the panel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying nothing.


Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Time passes.


Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You've always felt a bit out of place at conventions like this; you're
Floyd | not a big gamer, and you've never cosplayed in your life. And you're
Floyd | female, as much as you wish this wasn't an issue. But you love
Floyd | interactive fiction, so this was like your dream come true.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The rules here tell you not to punch or kick people. More pertinently,

Floyd | they're enforced by about 100 beefy bodyguards scattered around the

Floyd | places you're not looking. Besides, the rules don't say a word about
Floyd | the magical equivalent of punching and kicking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You are the master of the following spells:
Floyd | blorb:   The blorb spell lets you safely protect a small object, as
Floyd | though in a strongbox. You wouldn't think it was so useful, but when
Floyd | was the last time you saw a strongbox?

Floyd | cleesh:   The cleesh spell lets you change something into a small
Floyd | amphibian. It's kind of fun being a stereotypical witch out of a kid's

Floyd | TV show.
Floyd | exex:   The exex spell lets you make things and/or people go faster.
Floyd | Hence the name.
Floyd | filfre:   The filfre spell lets you create gratuitous fireworks.

Floyd | Fortunately for party hosts, it works even better when you're drunk.
Floyd | frotz:   The frotz spell allows you to cause something to give off

Floyd | light. You love this spell. No more do you have to travel by the light
Floyd | of your cell phone!
Floyd | gnusto:   The gnusto spell lets you write a spell into a spellbook.
Floyd | You, like most magicians, dislike it; you never reveal your secrets to

Floyd | the world. It's the only leg up you've got on the bastards.
Floyd | gondar:   The gondar spell lets you put out an open flame. It makes

Floyd | you pretty popular at parties.
Floyd | guncho:   The guncho spell lets you banish someone to another plane of
Floyd | existence. In theory. In practice, it does absolutely nothing for you.
Floyd | You're sure there's some crappy cop-out excuse, like this convention

Floyd | room is actually the meeting point of every possible plane of
Floyd | existence, making them geometrically -- technically -- the same plane,

Floyd | but you're pretty sure you just can't make it work.
Floyd | izyuk:   The izyuk spell lets you fly. It also works on other people,
Floyd | you guess, but when you're got a flying spell you are keeping that
Floyd | shit for yourself, OK?

Floyd | krebf:   The krebf spell lets you repair willful damage to something.
Floyd | It's made you far too careless for comfort.

Floyd | kulcad:   The kulcad spell allows you to dispel another spell. You
Floyd | love do-overs.
Floyd | melbor:   The melbor spell lets you protect a magic user from harm
Floyd | from an evil being. You've had to duck into the bathroom and cast it

Floyd | at least three times this afternoon.
Floyd | nitfol:   The nitfol spell allows you to converse with the beasts in

Floyd | their own language. It is the only reason why you have not yet been
Floyd | fired.
Floyd | ozmoo:   The ozmoo spell allows you to make something survive
Floyd | unnatural death. No, you don't know if it works in the afterlife and

Floyd | aren't keen to find out.
Floyd | rezrov:   The rezrov spell lets you open things, even locked or

Floyd | enchanted things. It works either literally or figuratively, but you
Floyd | don't like to use it literally much after you accidentally split your
Floyd | best friend's goldfish in two.
Floyd | vaxum:   The vaxum spell lets you make a hostile creature your friend.

Floyd | It is the other reason why you have not yet been fired.
Floyd | zifmia:   The zifmia spells lets you magically summon a being. Out of

Floyd | all of your spells, it is among the most likely to get you arrested.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | All of the jerkery vanishes from Brody's face. He reaches out and
Floyd | shakes your hand, and nothing else. "Oh wow! It's so great to see a
Floyd | girl at PAX." You nod. "So what are you in line for?"

Floyd |
Floyd | "Oh, there's this panel --"
Floyd |

Floyd | "The interactive fiction panel?"
Floyd |
Floyd | "That's the one!"

Floyd |
Floyd | Brody looks over at the room. Into the doors. At the single remaining
Floyd | seat. "Looks like there's only one seat," he says, voice hardening.

Floyd |
Floyd | "Yeah," you say flatly. "Looks like."
Floyd |

Floyd | "So what the fuck are you here for?" He releases a torrent of
Floyd | misogyny. Guess not even vaxum can make him nice.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You hardly need to; you're sure you can outspeed Brody as it is. His
Floyd | presence is the problem here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The last thing you need is for Brody to be faster than you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | As much as you'd love to guncho the hell out of Brody, it just doesn't
Floyd | work.

Floyd |

Floyd | >
Floyd | As much as you'd love to guncho the hell out of Brody, it just doesn't
Floyd | work.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Even if you could make guncho work, the odds that the particular plane
Floyd | of existence you'd be banished to would be the panel room are too slim
Floyd | to even contemplate.
Floyd |


Floyd | >

Floyd | Like you're seriously gonna do a favor for a bunch of strangers.
Floyd | They're behind you, and they haven't seen it fit to open up to you, so

Floyd | there.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Brody is similar enough to an amphibian that it does nothing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You speak the words, and all of a sudden, everything changes. The
Floyd | crowd seems so much less threatening, much less likely to trample you
Floyd | into a pulp or absorb you into its flesh.

Floyd |

Floyd | "Oh hey, man!" one of the attendees says. "Oh. Sorry. Hey there, uh,
Floyd | you!"
Floyd |
Floyd | "Madeline," you say. "Nice to meet you."
Floyd |

Floyd | "You too! the guy responds. "I'm sorry -- we were just so caught up in

Floyd | the line that we completely forgot there was anyone else here." He
Floyd | smiles and shakes your hand, and the cluster of people beside him
Floyd | opens up a bit, into a circle. You should rezrov your social life more
Floyd | often.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see what your spell did, but you're sure that somewhere in
Floyd | the morass, somebody is now frantically dodging feet.

Floyd |
Floyd | Someone tries to summon Captain Planet from somewhere in the crowd.
Floyd |
Floyd | "So did you see the Street Fighter panel?"

Floyd |
Floyd | "Nope," you say.

Floyd |
Floyd | "GTA?"
Floyd |
Floyd | "No," you say, a bit less chirpily. You feel like something in a

Floyd | museum.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You speak the words, and everything changes again. (Isn't magic
Floyd | awesome?)
Floyd |

Floyd | "So did you ever play Photopia?"
Floyd |

Floyd | "I love Photopia!" you exclaim. "It's actually the only game that's
Floyd | ever made me cry."
Floyd |
Floyd | "Really? Me too!" a guy from the crowd exclaims. "Did you play..." And

Floyd | five minutes pass, and they are wonderful.
Floyd |

Floyd | You duck as someone throws a paper airplane at you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are the master of the following spells:
Floyd | blorb:   The blorb spell lets you safely protect a small object, as
Floyd | though in a strongbox. You wouldn't think it was so useful, but when

Floyd | was the last time you saw a strongbox?
Floyd | cleesh:   The cleesh spell lets you change something into a small
Floyd | amphibian. It's kind of fun being a stereotypical witch out of a kid's

Floyd | TV show.
Floyd | exex:   The exex spell lets you make things and/or people go faster.
Floyd | Hence the name.

Floyd | filfre:   The filfre spell lets you create gratuitous fireworks.
Floyd | Fortunately for party hosts, it works even better when you're drunk.
Floyd | frotz:   The frotz spell allows you to cause something to give off

Floyd | light. You love this spell. No more do you have to travel by the light
Floyd | of your cell phone!
Floyd | gnusto:   The gnusto spell lets you write a spell into a spellbook.

Floyd | You, like most magicians, dislike it; you never reveal your secrets to
Floyd | the world. It's the only leg up you've got on the bastards.
Floyd | gondar:   The gondar spell lets you put out an open flame. It makes

Floyd | you pretty popular at parties.
Floyd | guncho:   The guncho spell lets you banish someone to another plane of
Floyd | existence. In theory. In practice, it does absolutely nothing for you.

Floyd | You're sure there's some crappy cop-out excuse, like this convention
Floyd | room is actually the meeting point of every possible plane of
Floyd | existence, making them geometrically -- technically -- the same plane,

Floyd | but you're pretty sure you just can't make it work.
Floyd | izyuk:   The izyuk spell lets you fly. It also works on other people,
Floyd | you guess, but when you're got a flying spell you are keeping that

Floyd | shit for yourself, OK?
Floyd | krebf:   The krebf spell lets you repair willful damage to something.
Floyd | It's made you far too careless for comfort.

Floyd | kulcad:   The kulcad spell allows you to dispel another spell. You
Floyd | love do-overs.
Floyd | melbor:   The melbor spell lets you protect a magic user from harm

Floyd | from an evil being. You've had to duck into the bathroom and cast it
Floyd | at least three times this afternoon.
Floyd | nitfol:   The nitfol spell allows you to converse with the beasts in

Floyd | their own language. It is the only reason why you have not yet been
Floyd | fired.
Floyd | ozmoo:   The ozmoo spell allows you to make something survive

Floyd | unnatural death. No, you don't know if it works in the afterlife and
Floyd | aren't keen to find out.
Floyd | rezrov:   The rezrov spell lets you open things, even locked or

Floyd | enchanted things. It works either literally or figuratively, but you
Floyd | don't like to use it literally much after you accidentally split your
Floyd | best friend's goldfish in two.

Floyd | vaxum:   The vaxum spell lets you make a hostile creature your friend.
Floyd | It is the other reason why you have not yet been fired.
Floyd | zifmia:   The zifmia spells lets you magically summon a being. Out of

Floyd | all of your spells, it is among the most likely to get you arrested.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Maybe after the convention. That way you can get a refund on your
Floyd | flight.

Floyd |
Floyd | "So did you play Broken Legs?"

Floyd |
Floyd | "I loved that game!" You grin. "Like, if the author could just come to
Floyd | my home and be my personal writing slave it would be awesome. Is that
Floyd | so weird?"

Floyd |
Floyd | "Yeeeeeaaah," a girl -- a girl! in the crowd says after a while.

Floyd | "That's pretty weird. And there needs to be a post-comp version."
Floyd |
Floyd | "Oh." You hardly know what to say anymore.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You cast the spell, but there are just too many people for it to have
Floyd | any noticeable effect. PAX: its attendance is stronger than magic.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Oppressive Crowd
Floyd | You weren't quite sure what you were expecting. Crowds, sure, but not
Floyd | ten thousand people crammed into a tenth as many square feet until
Floyd | they ferment. They're sort of herded along by barriers and signs, but

Floyd | once you reach critical mass of a couple thousand, it just looks like
Floyd | an enormous mass. Fortunately, you made it to the end of the line.

Floyd | Unfortunately, so did Brody.
Floyd |
Floyd | A girl glares at you from the crowd -- she's glaring so hard that just
Floyd | by the scowl you can spot her. She's wearing a name tag reading

Floyd | "Elise."
Floyd |

Floyd | Brody leers at you with either malice or lechery. You can't decide
Floyd | which would be worse.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It doesn't do anything. Yay, the masses doesn't hate you!
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You cast frotz at the masses, but apparently it doesn't take; all you
Floyd | can muster is a sudden flash of bright white light. There must be some
Floyd | highly scientific explanation for this.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | A huge plume of fireworks bursts down from the ceiling. Tens of
Floyd | thousands of gamers stand agape for a second.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Just looking at Elise, you know that you are out of your element.

Floyd | There's nothing remarkable about her by sight, but somehow, she's
Floyd | managed to score the rapt attention of every teenage and
Floyd | not-so-teenage boy at PAX, and most of the girls -- in short, about

Floyd | tens of thousands of people who are absolutely infatuated with her.
Floyd | She's also glaring at you like your very existence in this line and
Floyd | potentially in this panel is a personal affront to you. You don't get

Floyd | it. Why is everyone the world makes you encounter so horrible to you?
Floyd |
Floyd | You notice somebody dressed as Link try to blitz the enforcers,

Floyd | failing miserably.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You'd never be able to find anything you summoned in this crowd if you
Floyd | just cast it into thin air. Normally you at least have a field of

Floyd | vision to work with.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You speak the words, and Elise just changes. Her scowl turns to a
Floyd | smile. Her arms uncross. And all she can talk about is the games she

Floyd | loved, and why she loves them, and how hopeful she is about IF as a
Floyd | form. And she's only talking to you; it's like nobody else matters.

Floyd | And people wonder why you still do magic.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | As much as you'd love to guncho the hell out of the masses, it just
Floyd | doesn't work.

Floyd |
Floyd | You notice somebody dressed as Link try to blitz the enforcers,
Floyd | failing miserably.

Floyd |
Floyd | You notice Elise looking down at this tattered thing. She looks so
Floyd | forlorn, too. You really want to cheer her up.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Nothing obvious happens, but then, you weren't paying extensive
Floyd | attention to its speed.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It reeks of overcrowding.
Floyd |

Floyd | You notice somebody dressed as Link try to blitz the enforcers,
Floyd | failing miserably.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You cast the rezrov spell at Elise, but it doesn't work.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You cast the krebf spell at Elise, but nothing happens. You probably
Floyd | shouldn't be so disappointed it was undamaged.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Just looking at Elise, you know that you are out of your element.
Floyd | There's nothing remarkable about her by sight, but somehow, she's

Floyd | managed to score the rapt attention of every teenage and
Floyd | not-so-teenage boy at PAX, and most of the girls -- in short, about
Floyd | tens of thousands of people who are absolutely infatuated with her.
Floyd | She's also glaring at you like your very existence in this line and

Floyd | potentially in this panel is a personal affront to you. You don't get
Floyd | it. Why is everyone the world makes you encounter so horrible to you?

Floyd |
Floyd | You notice somebody dressed as Link try to blitz the enforcers,
Floyd | failing miserably.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You strike up a conversation with Elise. "So what brings you here?"
Floyd |
Floyd | "Well, I don't know. Seeing people talk, picking up swag, the works."

Floyd | She holds up a small leather-bound book, sort of in tatters. "Like

Floyd | this, for instance. It's supposedly real vellum, or vegan fake vellum,
Floyd | or something -- anyway, it's legit. I got it at one of the booths, and
Floyd | I'd always wanted a spellbook of my own, you know? But then some
Floyd | asshole ripped it out of my hands and tore it up." She sighs. "I
Floyd | really wanted to get back at him, too, but he just stormed off. Him

Floyd | and his stupid hair and his really stupid T-shirt." Your gaze shifts

Floyd | over to Brody for a second. Could there be more than one asshole at
Floyd | this con? Probably, yeah, but perhaps nobody quite at his level.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You don't really want to cast rezrov at them again. You don't mind
Floyd | them, but you don't exactly want to hear the intimate details of their
Floyd | lives either.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | As much as you'd love to guncho the hell out of the enforcers, it just
Floyd | doesn't work.

Floyd |

Floyd | You notice somebody dressed as Link try to blitz the enforcers,
Floyd | failing miserably.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You speak the words. Elise looks skeptical at first -- oh damn it, did
Floyd | you undo your spell already? -- but the skepticism quickly dissolves
Floyd | once she notices what happens to your book. It's reforming, kind of
Floyd | like an ice cube freezing, And before you know it, it's as good as

Floyd | new. Possibly better.
Floyd |

Floyd | "Oh my God," Elise says. "How'd you do that?"
Floyd |
Floyd | "I know magic," you say, smiling. You try to restrain yourself from a
Floyd | huge monologue to her on the topic, but it's so hard and you kind of

Floyd | want to tell her anyway.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | (To talk to people in this game, use TALK TO ______. It's a Speed IF.
Floyd | Its conversational prowess is limited.)
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You start to tell Elise about magic, and much to your relief, she
Floyd | doesn't immediately blow you off. You tell her about many things: the

Floyd | time you singlehandedly stopped the Irish potato famine and started

Floyd | the Revolutionary War in one fell swoop to the night you summoned up
Floyd | this delicious chicken-lobster-mango fettuccine for a date. She's
Floyd | absolutely rapt. It might sound weird, but you never knew magic could
Floyd | make your life so awesome!
Floyd |

Floyd | "So this spellbook. If I wanted to, I could do magic too? Because I've

Floyd | got this asshole that needs a magical ass-whooping."
Floyd |
Floyd | "Did he have a middle-finger mohawk?"
Floyd |
Floyd | "YES!" There's so much in her voice: anger, astonishment. Relief.

Floyd | "That's the one."

Floyd |
Floyd | "If you want to, I can teach you," you say, hardly even knowing it.
Floyd | "Just let me." She nods vigorously. Awesome! Now you just need a plan.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |


Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |


Floyd | >

Floyd | You manage to make Elise hover for a few minutes, but flying's the
Floyd | sort of thing that people really need to be on board with first.


Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are the master of the following spells:


Floyd | blorb:   The blorb spell lets you safely protect a small object, as
Floyd | though in a strongbox. You wouldn't think it was so useful, but when
Floyd | was the last time you saw a strongbox?
Floyd | cleesh:   The cleesh spell lets you change something into a small
Floyd | amphibian. It's kind of fun being a stereotypical witch out of a kid's
Floyd | TV show.


Floyd | exex:   The exex spell lets you make things and/or people go faster.
Floyd | Hence the name.
Floyd | filfre:   The filfre spell lets you create gratuitous fireworks.
Floyd | Fortunately for party hosts, it works even better when you're drunk.
Floyd | frotz:   The frotz spell allows you to cause something to give off
Floyd | light. You love this spell. No more do you have to travel by the light


Floyd | of your cell phone!
Floyd | gnusto:   The gnusto spell lets you write a spell into a spellbook.
Floyd | You, like most magicians, dislike it; you never reveal your secrets to
Floyd | the world. It's the only leg up you've got on the bastards.
Floyd | gondar:   The gondar spell lets you put out an open flame. It makes
Floyd | you pretty popular at parties.


Floyd | guncho:   The guncho spell lets you banish someone to another plane of
Floyd | existence. In theory. In practice, it does absolutely nothing for you.
Floyd | You're sure there's some crappy cop-out excuse, like this convention
Floyd | room is actually the meeting point of every possible plane of
Floyd | existence, making them geometrically -- technically -- the same plane,
Floyd | but you're pretty sure you just can't make it work.


Floyd | izyuk:   The izyuk spell lets you fly. It also works on other people,
Floyd | you guess, but when you're got a flying spell you are keeping that
Floyd | shit for yourself, OK?
Floyd | krebf:   The krebf spell lets you repair willful damage to something.
Floyd | It's made you far too careless for comfort.
Floyd | kulcad:   The kulcad spell allows you to dispel another spell. You


Floyd | love do-overs.
Floyd | melbor:   The melbor spell lets you protect a magic user from harm
Floyd | from an evil being. You've had to duck into the bathroom and cast it
Floyd | at least three times this afternoon.
Floyd | nitfol:   The nitfol spell allows you to converse with the beasts in
Floyd | their own language. It is the only reason why you have not yet been


Floyd | fired.
Floyd | ozmoo:   The ozmoo spell allows you to make something survive
Floyd | unnatural death. No, you don't know if it works in the afterlife and
Floyd | aren't keen to find out.
Floyd | rezrov:   The rezrov spell lets you open things, even locked or
Floyd | enchanted things. It works either literally or figuratively, but you


Floyd | don't like to use it literally much after you accidentally split your
Floyd | best friend's goldfish in two.
Floyd | vaxum:   The vaxum spell lets you make a hostile creature your friend.
Floyd | It is the other reason why you have not yet been fired.
Floyd | zifmia:   The zifmia spells lets you magically summon a being. Out of
Floyd | all of your spells, it is among the most likely to get you arrested.


Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You speak the words. Nothing visible happens, but Elise just comes off
Floyd | as so much more... primed. Yeah. That's it. Primed. Primed for


Floyd | ass-of-Brody-kicking.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Thanks," she says, and it's almost like a one-liner."Now teach me a
Floyd | spell. Do it quickly," she adds.
Floyd |
Floyd | "I don't have any murder spells," you say.


Floyd |
Floyd | "So do you have any go-away spells, then?"
Floyd |
Floyd | "Actually, yes!"
Floyd |
Floyd | "Then just put it in here! I know you can do that, right?" Your face


Floyd | shouldn't be blanching this much.
Floyd |
Floyd | You notice somebody dressed as Link try to blitz the enforcers,
Floyd | failing miserably.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | As much as you'd love to guncho the hell out of the spellbook, it just
Floyd | doesn't work.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Nothing happens. You were never all that great at gnusto anyway.
Floyd |
Floyd | You notice somebody dressed as Link try to blitz the enforcers,
Floyd | failing miserably.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You cast frotz at guncho, but apparently it doesn't take; all you can
Floyd | muster is a sudden flash of bright white light. There must be some
Floyd | highly scientific explanation for this.
Floyd |


Floyd | >

Floyd | Nothing happens. You were never all that great at gnusto anyway.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You start to speak the words, but it's no use; guncho is appearing in
Floyd | the spellbook, but one pixel at a time. Like you're on a 0.000001
Floyd | modem. It's depressing. And Elise is sighing more than you ever want


Floyd | to see her sigh. There has to be a way to speed this up.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.


Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Nothing happens. You were never all that great at gnusto anyway.
Floyd |


Floyd | >

Floyd | Nothing obvious happens, but then, you weren't paying extensive
Floyd | attention to its speed.
Floyd |


Floyd | >

Floyd | Nothing obvious happens, but then, you weren't paying extensive
Floyd | attention to its speed.
Floyd |


Floyd | >

Floyd | You speak the words. Nothing happens that she can see, but you notice
Floyd | your brain absolutely racing. It's like the 1990s when they were


Floyd | talking about the information superhighway. Except there is one, and
Floyd | it's up in your head. Your casting probably just went up a million
Floyd | times. Like you leveled up. And it feels awesome.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You speak the words, and gnusto appears in the spellbook. Lightning
Floyd | fast. Like the first time you got a real Internet connection. You


Floyd | grin.
Floyd |
Floyd | "So is that it?" Elise says.
Floyd |
Floyd | "That's all," you agree.
Floyd |


Floyd | "Awesome," she says. "Now stand back!" Elise stomps up to Brody, who
Floyd | regards her with something between contempt and absolute confusion.
Floyd | "Yo. You. You with the stupid hair and the ridiculous T-shirt."
Floyd |
Floyd | "At your service," he drawls."
Floyd |


Floyd | "You ruined my spellbook," she says. "And from what I hear, you've
Floyd | been being a real jerk to Madeline here." She points at you. "So what
Floyd | do you have to say to that?"
Floyd |
Floyd | "Well, shit, I dunno," he responds. "Maybe that I don't care?
Floyd | Shouldn't you be playing like Farmville or Barbie or something?" He


Floyd | laughs. And laughs. And laughs some more.
Floyd |
Floyd | "No," Elise says. "Maybe I should be playing magic. Because Madeline
Floyd | knows magic. Ever consider that?" She doesn't even let him finish.
Floyd | "And now I know it too. And your ass is going down. Or should I say,
Floyd | going away. GNUSTO!"


Floyd |
Floyd | You'd love to say that there was this big explosion, full of flashing
Floyd | light, and gravity stopped too, and the world just completely
Floyd | collapsed in on itself. But gnusto was never that flashy. Instead,
Floyd | Brody is just gone, and Elise is standing before you. She gives you a
Floyd | hug, then a high-five. And for once, you're completely lost for words.


Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Oppressive Crowd
Floyd | You weren't quite sure what you were expecting. Crowds, sure, but not
Floyd | ten thousand people crammed into a tenth as many square feet until
Floyd | they ferment. They're sort of herded along by barriers and signs, but


Floyd | once you reach critical mass of a couple thousand, it just looks like
Floyd | an enormous mass. Fortunately, you made it to the end of the line.
Floyd | Unfortunately, so did Brody.
Floyd |
Floyd | Brody seems to have left a lamp behind.
Floyd |


Floyd | Elise smiles at you. You never even knew you could actually make real
Floyd | friends at these things!
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It's a brass lantern. It looks eminently lightable with the right
Floyd | means.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You speak the words. Immediately, the lamp lights up with bursts of
Floyd | bright, flashing light. You wonder why light always does that.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You really don't think it's real vellum -- the booth guy probably

Floyd | stiffed her -- but it's nevertheless kind of breathtaking. Especially

Floyd | now that it's fixed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | There's no need; it's glowing more than you are.
Floyd |
Floyd | You notice somebody dressed as Link try to blitz the enforcers,
Floyd | failing miserably.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You head through the door, the lamp lighting your way, down the
Floyd | corridor, to your seat, into your chair. The panelists haven't even
Floyd | started yet. But once you sit down, as if magic, they do. And they say
Floyd | wonderful things, and you take in even more wonderful things, all

Floyd | about IF and its future and the amazing things that will be done in
Floyd | the future. It is all you ever wanted out of PAX.

Floyd |
Floyd | A week later, the glow hasn't faded. All you want to do is write
Floyd | something amazing, and get it out to the whole world, and make IF
Floyd | viable, and commercial, and artistic, and something the whole world

Floyd | can appreciate. But you also have something else. You have a
Floyd | collaborator. And, you think as Elise sits by you, nose buried in

Floyd | Inform 7 on her laptop, you've never been more hopeful about the form.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |

Floyd |     *** You have won ***
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?

Floyd | >

Floyd | Please give one of the answers above.

Floyd |
Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?
Floyd | >

Floyd | Please give one of the answers above.

Floyd |
Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0.

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |

Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | Food Magic
Floyd | An Interactive Fiction by Paul Hughes, Caolan Madden, Rory Madden, and
Floyd | Laura Hughes, with a little help from Carl Muckenhoupt

Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 100327 / Inform 7 build 5Z71 (I6/v6.31 lib

Floyd | 6/12N)
Floyd |
Floyd | Crying Place
Floyd | You are in your hovel, which you call the Crying Place. It makes you
Floyd | feel like crying.

Floyd |

Floyd | You can see a front door, a knife, a cookbook and Half a potato here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | front door: That's fixed in place.
Floyd | knife: Taken.
Floyd | cookbook: Taken.
Floyd | Half a potato: Taken.
Floyd | xyzzy: You can't see any such thing.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | I'm not quite sure what you meant by that.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | A tear rolls down your cheek.
Floyd |
Floyd | The landlord pounds on the door, demanding rent. After a few seconds

Floyd | he thrusts his hand through a hole in the door, wiggling his fingers.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | That would be less than courteous.
Floyd |

Floyd |  The landlord wiggles his fingers.

Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You have not learned any spells.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | As good-looking as ever.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one.


Floyd |
Floyd | "All right, I've put me finny in the hole like you wanted. Give me
Floyd | some rent in return, ye ninny!"
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You slice the landlord's hand off. You hear an anguished scream, and
Floyd | rapid footsteps retreating from your cottage. You have beaten the
Floyd | landlord! But at what cost? To the landlord?
Floyd |


Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You see a twitching, bloody hand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Crying Place
Floyd | You are in your hovel, which you call the Crying Place. It makes you
Floyd | feel like crying.


Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a front door here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It seems to be locked.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one.


Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd |   a hand


Floyd |   a tear
Floyd |   Half a potato
Floyd |   a cookbook
Floyd |   a knife
Floyd |   a key
Floyd |


Floyd | >

Floyd | You see nothing special about the tear.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | What do you want to unlock the front door with?
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You unlock the front door.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | OLD GRANNY'S DIFFERENT KINDS OF SODA BREAD. Getboatbread: To cook,
Floyd | wave a salty hand in the air. Changewarbread: To cook, put some
Floyd | lobster in some fettuccini. Getlampbread: To cook, get a lamp.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You look ridiculous waving the hand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to cry.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | A tear rolls down your cheek.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's one salty hand!
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You summon a boat. A captain cries, "All hands on deck!" The hand
Floyd | joins the rest of the salty crew. You are boated to America.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |

Floyd |     *** You win! As a reward, you eat the following: A potato (of

Floyd | which there was a dearth) a mango tang ***
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | In that game you scored 2 out of a possible 0, in 20 turns.
Floyd |

Floyd |

Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?
Floyd | >

Floyd | Crying Place
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Are you sure you want to restart?

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | Food Magic

Floyd | An Interactive Fiction by Paul Hughes, Caolan Madden, Rory Madden, and
Floyd | Laura Hughes, with a little help from Carl Muckenhoupt
Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 100327 / Inform 7 build 5Z71 (I6/v6.31 lib

Floyd | 6/12N)
Floyd |
Floyd | Crying Place

Floyd | You are in your hovel, which you call the Crying Place. It makes you
Floyd | feel like crying.
Floyd |

Floyd | You can see a front door, a knife, a cookbook and Half a potato here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | OLD GRANNY'S DIFFERENT KINDS OF SODA BREAD. Getboatbread: To cook,
Floyd | wave a salty hand in the air. Changewarbread: To cook, put some

Floyd | lobster in some fettuccini. Getlampbread: To cook, get a lamp.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You see nothing special about Half a potato.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You see nothing special about Half a potato.
Floyd |
Floyd | The landlord pounds on the door, demanding rent. After a few seconds
Floyd | he thrusts his hand through a hole in the door, wiggling his fingers.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | That was a rhetorical question.
Floyd |
Floyd | Time passes.

Floyd |

Floyd | "All right, I've put me finny in the hole like you wanted. Give me
Floyd | some rent in return, ye ninny!"
Floyd |
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to take inventory.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | (first taking Half a potato)
Floyd | The hand withdraws, and a moment later Half a potato is thrown back

Floyd | through the hole, followed by the return of the hand.

Floyd |
Floyd | "You must pay the rent!"
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You don't have anything to cut with.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Taken.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Cutting that up would achieve little.

Floyd |
Floyd |  Ye owe me a HANDsome sum for all the months o" back rent ye haven't
Floyd | paid, ye lazy unemployed drunk"
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd |   a knife
Floyd |   a key

Floyd |

Floyd | "I demand the rent!"
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | As good-looking as ever.

Floyd |
Floyd |  The landlord wiggles his fingers.
Floyd | >

Floyd | He can't contain things.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You unlock the front door.

Floyd |
Floyd | "I ain't about to give ye a HAND-out, ye scallywag"
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You open the front door.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | Outdoors

Floyd | You can see a front door, a lobster, some fettuccini and a lamp here.
Floyd |
Floyd | Looks like the landlord dropped some stuff.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |


Floyd | >

Floyd | front door: That's fixed in place.
Floyd | lobster: Taken.
Floyd | fettuccini: Taken.
Floyd | lamp: With an actinic flash, the lamp vanishes. A lamp appears in its
Floyd | place.
Floyd | xyzzy: You can't see any such thing.


Floyd |
Floyd | "I demand the rent!"
Floyd |
Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Crying Place
Floyd | All you can see is his hand sticking through the hole in the door.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can also see a front door, Half a potato and a cookbook here.

Floyd |

Floyd |  Ye owe me a HANDsome sum for all the months o" back rent ye haven't
Floyd | paid, ye lazy unemployed drunk"
Floyd | >
Floyd | I'm not quite sure what you meant by that.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You already have that.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | OLD GRANNY'S DIFFERENT KINDS OF SODA BREAD. Getboatbread: To cook,

Floyd | wave a salty hand in the air. Changewarbread: To cook, put some
Floyd | lobster in some fettuccini. Getlampbread: To cook, get a lamp.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You slice the landlord's hand off. You hear an anguished scream, and
Floyd | rapid footsteps retreating from your cottage. You have beaten the

Floyd | landlord! But at what cost? To the landlord?
Floyd |
Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.]
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | [c -> close]
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Dropped.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | With an actinic flash, the lamp vanishes. A lamp appears in its place.
Floyd |

Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You have so far scored 3 out of a possible 0, in 26 turns.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You see nothing special about the lamp.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You achieve nothing by this.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.

Floyd |

Floyd | >
Floyd | You already have that.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You look ridiculous waving the lamp.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You already have that.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Your singing is abominable.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Dropped.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | With an actinic flash, the lamp vanishes. A lamp appears in its place.
Floyd |
Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd |   a lamp
Floyd |   some fettuccini
Floyd |   a lobster

Floyd |   a knife

Floyd |   a key
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Those can't contain things.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That can't contain things.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | OLD GRANNY'S DIFFERENT KINDS OF SODA BREAD. Getboatbread: To cook,
Floyd | wave a salty hand in the air. Changewarbread: To cook, put some

Floyd | lobster in some fettuccini. Getlampbread: To cook, get a lamp.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You see nothing special about the fettuccini.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Cutting that up would achieve little.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not something you can open.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Cutting those up would achieve little.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are transported to the Battle of Bunker Hill. A lobsterback hands
Floyd | you a potato and says, "Here's your ration." You eat the potato and
Floyd | then kill the redcoat because you hate the English, your oppressors.
Floyd | You created America! But at what cost? To America?

Floyd |
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd |     *** You win! But at what cost? To us? ***
Floyd |
Floyd |

Floyd | In that game you scored 5 out of a possible 0, in 42 turns.
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |

Floyd |

Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd |

Floyd | It can't be possible, after the evolutionary price your kind has

Floyd | already paid to get this far.  There are thousands of them, jostling,
Floyd | vying for a few places inside.  There's a lot more of them than you,
Floyd | but even in your very short life, you've already competed successfully
Floyd | for limited resources.
Floyd |

Floyd | Fortunately, your genomic >TRAITS will serve you in achieving your

Floyd | goal. You might be able to steal traits from others, along the way.
Floyd |
Floyd | So get rid of the competition in front of you, get inside, and save a
Floyd | spot for your friends.  And be sure to keep your strength up along the
Floyd | way.  This whole process is exhausting.

Floyd |

Floyd | Apoptosis
Floyd | An Interactive Fiction by Kate McKee
Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 100327 / Inform 7 build 5Z71 (I6/v6.31 lib
Floyd | 6/12N)
Floyd |

Floyd | Interstices

Floyd | A long narrow space in which you all line up, jockeying for access
Floyd | Inside.
Floyd |
Floyd | In front of you: The gently-waving, cream-colored cascade over her
Floyd | face and shoulders looks like so much fettucine.  Delicate skin in a

Floyd | thin grey coat.

Floyd |
Floyd | In front of you: A potato-shaped adolescent.  Perhaps that's an
Floyd | uncharitable description.  But honestly, he looks like a potato.
Floyd | Brown, bulgy, irregular, poorly-washed, and common.
Floyd |

Floyd | In front of you: Presumably a full-grown adult, although it's hard to

Floyd | tell with the peaked red felt cap, antennaelike extensions, eyes on
Floyd | rods, and the enormous Pokemonesque bodysuit.  You can't help but be
Floyd | impressed by the clawlike projections, however.
Floyd |
Floyd | In front of you: A couple, joined at the hip and shoulder, matching in

Floyd | light blue.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are the master of the following spells:

Floyd | corripere:   steal traits from a neighboring organism
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You watch him CHOPPUS with his pincers, again and again.  You absorb

Floyd | his trait, CHOPPUS, which will now allow you to cleave things in two.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | Nutrients materialize out of the ether.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You'll have to specify what you want to chop.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Interstices
Floyd | A long narrow space in which you all line up, jockeying for access
Floyd | Inside.
Floyd |


Floyd | Deliciously appetizing: a fat cube, a carbohydrate cube and a protein
Floyd | cube.
Floyd |
Floyd | In front of you: The gently-waving, cream-colored cascade over her
Floyd | face and shoulders looks like so much fettucine.  Delicate skin in a
Floyd | thin grey coat.


Floyd |
Floyd | In front of you: A potato-shaped adolescent.  Perhaps that's an
Floyd | uncharitable description.  But honestly, he looks like a potato.
Floyd | Brown, bulgy, irregular, poorly-washed, and common.
Floyd |
Floyd | In front of you: Presumably a full-grown adult, although it's hard to


Floyd | tell with the peaked red felt cap, antennaelike extensions, eyes on
Floyd | rods, and the enormous Pokemonesque bodysuit.  You can't help but be
Floyd | impressed by the clawlike projections, however.
Floyd |
Floyd | In front of you: A couple, joined at the hip and shoulder, matching in
Floyd | light blue.


Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Eat?  Do you mean, PHAGUS?
Floyd |


Floyd | >

Floyd | You watch him PHAGUS his food, again and again.  You absorb his trait,
Floyd | PHAGUS, which will now allow you to phagocytose nutrients.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | The potato-like youth spies the protein cube, extends a pseudopod, and
Floyd | greedily phagocytoses the protein cube.  Gulp.


Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You consume the carbohydrate cube and feel the surge of energy.
Floyd |


Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You consume yourself and feel the surge of energy.
Floyd |
Floyd | Limbo
Floyd | Deliciously appetizing: a carbohydrate cube and a protein cube.


Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Limbo
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Interstices
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Interstices
Floyd | A long narrow space in which you all line up, jockeying for access
Floyd | Inside.


Floyd |
Floyd | Deliciously appetizing: a fat cube.
Floyd |
Floyd | In front of you: The gently-waving, cream-colored cascade over her
Floyd | face and shoulders looks like so much fettucine.  Delicate skin in a
Floyd | thin grey coat.


Floyd |
Floyd | In front of you: A potato-shaped adolescent.  Perhaps that's an
Floyd | uncharitable description.  But honestly, he looks like a potato.
Floyd | Brown, bulgy, irregular, poorly-washed, and common.
Floyd |
Floyd | In front of you: Presumably a full-grown adult, although it's hard to


Floyd | tell with the peaked red felt cap, antennaelike extensions, eyes on
Floyd | rods, and the enormous Pokemonesque bodysuit.  You can't help but be
Floyd | impressed by the clawlike projections, however.
Floyd |
Floyd | In front of you: A couple, joined at the hip and shoulder, matching in
Floyd | light blue.


Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You consume the fat cube and feel the surge of energy.


Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are the master of the following spells:
Floyd | phagus:   consume a nutrient for energy
Floyd | corripere:   steal traits from a neighboring organism


Floyd | choppus:   to chop or cleave something into two pieces
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You'll have to specify whom you're stealing traits from.
Floyd |
Floyd | Nutrients materialize out of the ether.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You consume the protein cube and feel the surge of energy.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | The potato-like youth spies the carbohydrate cube, extends a


Floyd | pseudopod, and greedily phagocytoses the carbohydrate cube.  Gulp.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You watch him PHAGUS his food, again and again.  You absorb his trait,


Floyd | PHAGUS, which will now allow you to phagocytose nutrients.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You watch him canoodle and attempt to reproduce. You absorb their
Floyd | trait, SCINDERE, which allows you to split yourself into two equal
Floyd | selves.
Floyd |

Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You watch her TRUDERE her hair, back and forth, so many times.  You

Floyd | absorb her trait, TRUDERE, which will now allow you to move stuff from
Floyd | in front of you to behind you.

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You successfully split yourself into multiple selves!

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You try to shove the pair behind you in line, but you're not able to
Floyd | move the duo.  You'll have to find another way to get them behind you.
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd | The potato-like youth spies the fat cube, extends a pseudopod, and
Floyd | greedily phagocytoses the fat cube.  Gulp.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You successfully divide the undivisible pair.  They fall apart,
Floyd | distraught, and drift gradually behind you in line.
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | A moment's hesitation, then you mutter the words, trying to push
Floyd | Potato-Boy behind you in line.

Floyd |
Floyd | A few heated moments where outcome is in doubt, then an actinic flash,

Floyd | as you successfully alter gravity, shoving Potato-Boy successfully
Floyd | backwards behind you in line.  Potato-Boy, finding himself at the rear
Floyd | of the line, sulks.
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd | Nutrients materialize out of the ether.

Floyd |
Floyd | The potato-like youth spies the carbohydrate cube, extends a
Floyd | pseudopod, and greedily phagocytoses the carbohydrate cube.  Gulp.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You consume the protein cube and feel the surge of energy.
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You have so far scored 0 out of a possible 0, in 19 turns.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Interstices
Floyd | A long narrow space in which you all line up, jockeying for access

Floyd | Inside.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deliciously appetizing: a fat cube.
Floyd |

Floyd | In front of you: The gently-waving, cream-colored cascade over her
Floyd | face and shoulders looks like so much fettucine.  Delicate skin in a

Floyd | thin grey coat.
Floyd |
Floyd | Behind you: A potato-shaped adolescent.  Perhaps that's an
Floyd | uncharitable description.  But honestly, he looks like a potato.

Floyd | Brown, bulgy, irregular, poorly-washed, and common.
Floyd |

Floyd | In front of you: Presumably a full-grown adult, although it's hard to
Floyd | tell with the peaked red felt cap, antennaelike extensions, eyes on
Floyd | rods, and the enormous Pokemonesque bodysuit.  You can't help but be
Floyd | impressed by the clawlike projections, however.

Floyd |

Floyd | Behind you: A couple, joined at the hip and shoulder, matching in
Floyd | light blue.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | A moment's hesitation, then you mutter the words, trying to push
Floyd | Fettucine-Woman behind you in line.
Floyd |
Floyd | A few heated moments where outcome is in doubt, then an actinic flash,

Floyd | as you successfully alter gravity, shoving Fettucine-Woman
Floyd | successfully backwards behind you in line.  Fettucine-Woman, finding

Floyd | herself at the rear of the line, sulks.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The only way you want to go is in, and you still have some
Floyd | competition.
Floyd |
Floyd | The potato-like youth spies the fat cube, extends a pseudopod, and

Floyd | greedily phagocytoses the fat cube.  Gulp.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Interstices

Floyd | A long narrow space in which you all line up, jockeying for access
Floyd | Inside.

Floyd |
Floyd | Behind you: The gently-waving, cream-colored cascade over her face and
Floyd | shoulders looks like so much fettucine.  Delicate skin in a thin grey
Floyd | coat.

Floyd |
Floyd | Behind you: A potato-shaped adolescent.  Perhaps that's an

Floyd | uncharitable description.  But honestly, he looks like a potato.
Floyd | Brown, bulgy, irregular, poorly-washed, and common.
Floyd |
Floyd | In front of you: Presumably a full-grown adult, although it's hard to

Floyd | tell with the peaked red felt cap, antennaelike extensions, eyes on
Floyd | rods, and the enormous Pokemonesque bodysuit.  You can't help but be

Floyd | impressed by the clawlike projections, however.
Floyd |
Floyd | Behind you: A couple, joined at the hip and shoulder, matching in
Floyd | light blue.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are the master of the following spells:
Floyd | trudere:   application of sagittal force to an object, forcing it to

Floyd | move behind you
Floyd | phagus:   consume a nutrient for energy

Floyd | corripere:   steal traits from a neighboring organism
Floyd | choppus:   to chop or cleave something into two pieces
Floyd | scindere:   splitting oneself into two equal selves
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | He keeps cleaving small objects between his powerful claws.
Floyd |


Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to do something to corripere
Floyd | Lobster-Man.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | A moment's hesitation, then you mutter the words, trying to push
Floyd | Lobster-Man behind you in line.
Floyd |


Floyd | A few heated moments where outcome is in doubt, then an actinic flash,
Floyd | as you successfully alter gravity, shoving Lobster-Man successfully
Floyd | backwards behind you in line.  Lobster-Man, finding himself at the
Floyd | rear of the line, sulks.
Floyd |
Floyd |


Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Inside
Floyd | Finally, you're inside!  Now grab a seat for you and several for your


Floyd | friends.
Floyd |
Floyd | Nutrients materialize out of the ether.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You consume the fat cube and feel the surge of energy.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You and yourselves sit on all the chairs there are!  You have overcome
Floyd | the cell wall and caused apoptosis!
Floyd |
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd |     *** You have won ***

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | In that game you scored 0 out of a possible 0, in 27 turns.
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?

Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0.
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd | What a long and difficult journey it was! But at least you've found
Floyd | your way to this hotel. Even though the cab driver seemed mysteriously
Floyd | ignorant of its existence.

Floyd |
Floyd | Mango

Floyd | An Interactive Fiction by Aaron Reed, Alexei Othenin-Girard, and
Floyd | Duncan Bowsman
Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 100327 / Inform 7 build 5Z71 (I6/v6.31 lib
Floyd | 6/12N)

Floyd |
Floyd | Room 13

Floyd | The peeling wallpaper and cracking plaster inspires a distinct lack of
Floyd | confidence.  The room is both dank and dim, and the furniture inside
Floyd | the room seems crammed into a space too small to contain it.  Wan,
Floyd | watery light filters in, scattered by the skeletal fingers of a dead

Floyd | tree right outside the room. The door out of your room is to the west;
Floyd | south is a tiny kitchenette and north is the bathroom.

Floyd |
Floyd | An old-fashioned writing desk with a drawer in the corner is
Floyd | reasonably creepy.
Floyd |

Floyd | You can also see a pink sink, a hatch, an invisible mirror, a creepy
Floyd | bed, a chair, a large portrait of Millard Fillmore, a historic lamp

Floyd | and a large wooden door here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It's a frame for a mirror, but the mirror itself isn't actually there.

Floyd | Weird. And kind of cheap.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You see nothing special about the pink sink.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You feel nothing unexpected.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | An unfinished portrait of third president Millard Fillmore hangs from
Floyd | the wall. His torso and nose appear to be mostly missing. The dead
Floyd | president's eyes seem to be watching you. Creepy.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | It looks historic. A nearby plaque affixed to the wall reads "This
Floyd | lamp was donated by the Sisters of Infinite Benevolence to light the
Floyd | way through the Irish Potato Famine of 1843."

Floyd |

Floyd | The historic lamp is currently switched off.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You see nothing special about the creepy bed.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | An unfinished portrait of seventeenth president Millard Fillmore hangs
Floyd | from the wall. His torso and nose appear to be mostly missing. The
Floyd | dead president's eyes seem to be watching you. Creepy.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | An unfinished portrait of thirteenth president Millard Fillmore hangs
Floyd | from the wall. His torso and nose appear to be mostly missing. The

Floyd | dead president's eyes seem to be watching you. Creepy.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You find nothing of interest.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | This unattractive chair is neither cheap enough to be easily broken,

Floyd | nor well-made enough to be comfortable to sit in.  The chair is light

Floyd | enough to be moved, but is equally unpleasant no matter where in the
Floyd | small room you move it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | After a second of sitting in the chair, your lower back protests.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You push the chair over beneath the hatchway.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | A mysterious hatchway which looks very much like something you would
Floyd | like to open and then enter.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The hatch is bolted on.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying nothing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | What do you want to unlock the hatch with?
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | As good-looking as ever.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying nothing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Room 13 (on the chair)
Floyd | The peeling wallpaper and cracking plaster inspires a distinct lack of
Floyd | confidence.  The room is both dank and dim, and the furniture inside
Floyd | the room seems crammed into a space too small to contain it.  Wan,


Floyd | watery light filters in, scattered by the skeletal fingers of a dead
Floyd | tree right outside the room. The door out of your room is to the west;
Floyd | south is a tiny kitchenette and north is the bathroom.
Floyd |
Floyd | An old-fashioned writing desk with a drawer in the corner is
Floyd | reasonably creepy.


Floyd |
Floyd | You can also see a pink sink, a hatch, an invisible mirror, a creepy
Floyd | bed, a large portrait of Millard Fillmore, a historic lamp and a large
Floyd | wooden door here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | A mysterious hatchway which looks very much like something you would
Floyd | like to open and then enter.
Floyd |


Floyd | >

Floyd | It's bolted to the floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You see nothing special about the creepy bed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It seems to be stuck shut. This really isn't a very good hotel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's funny, it doesn't seem to switch on... without magic.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You have learned the spells: .
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Nothing obvious happens.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can only do that to something animate.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It is fixed in place.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to look.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You find nothing of interest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Room 13 (on the chair)


Floyd | The peeling wallpaper and cracking plaster inspires a distinct lack of
Floyd | confidence.  The room is both dank and dim, and the furniture inside
Floyd | the room seems crammed into a space too small to contain it.  Wan,
Floyd | watery light filters in, scattered by the skeletal fingers of a dead
Floyd | tree right outside the room. The door out of your room is to the west;
Floyd | south is a tiny kitchenette and north is the bathroom.


Floyd |
Floyd | An old-fashioned writing desk with a drawer in the corner is
Floyd | reasonably creepy.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can also see a pink sink, a hatch, an invisible mirror, a creepy
Floyd | bed, a large portrait of Millard Fillmore, a historic lamp and a large


Floyd | wooden door here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.


Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's fixed in place.
Floyd |


Floyd | >

Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to look.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You see nothing special about the pink sink.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You find nothing of interest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You see nothing special about the large wooden door.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Strangely, the lock seems to have jammed in place. As much as you
Floyd | jiggle the handle, you can't seem to get it unlocked.
Floyd |
Floyd | Oh dear. The doorknob has come off in your hand, leaving only an

Floyd | unpainted wooden circle behind. Well, you put it into your pocket;
Floyd | it's bound to come in useful later.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Goodness me, this suggests all sorts of possibilities.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You achieve nothing by this.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The sink is so large it is actually physically impossible to enter the

Floyd | bathroom. Shoddy.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Floyd | The sink is so large it is actually physically impossible to enter the

Floyd | bathroom. Shoddy.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | It is fixed in place.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's fixed in place.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not something you can switch.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The sink is so large it is actually physically impossible to enter the
Floyd | bathroom. Shoddy.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | (with the doorknob)
Floyd | That doesn't seem to be something you can unlock.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You hear nothing unexpected.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You smell nothing unexpected.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | (with the doorknob)
Floyd | That doesn't seem to be something you can unlock.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It seems to be stuck shut. This really isn't a very good hotel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Nothing obvious happens.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | A mysterious hatchway which looks very much like something you would
Floyd | like to open and then enter.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd |   a doorknob
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Nothing obvious happens.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Putting things on the drawer would achieve nothing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Goodness me, this suggests all sorts of possibilities.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Floyd | (with the doorknob)

Floyd | That doesn't seem to fit the lock.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to look.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Floyd | The hatch is bolted on.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Floyd | Putting things on the large portrait of Millard Fillmore would achieve

Floyd | nothing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Room 13 (on the chair)
Floyd | The peeling wallpaper and cracking plaster inspires a distinct lack of

Floyd | confidence.  The room is both dank and dim, and the furniture inside
Floyd | the room seems crammed into a space too small to contain it.  Wan,
Floyd | watery light filters in, scattered by the skeletal fingers of a dead
Floyd | tree right outside the room. The door out of your room is to the west;

Floyd | south is a tiny kitchenette and north is the bathroom.
Floyd |

Floyd | An old-fashioned writing desk with a drawer in the corner is
Floyd | reasonably creepy.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can also see a pink sink, a hatch, an invisible mirror, a creepy

Floyd | bed, a large portrait of Millard Fillmore, a historic lamp and a large
Floyd | wooden door here.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You find nothing of interest.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't, since the large wooden door is in the way.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | Kitchenette (But Mostly Still In Hotel Room)

Floyd | You can see a fridge (closed) here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You open the fridge, revealing a plate of lobster fettuccine.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Kitchenette (But Mostly Still In Hotel Room)
Floyd | You can see a fridge (empty) here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Wafts of delicious lobster-scented steam are coming off the piping hot
Floyd | fettuccine. Apparently the fridge is broken.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | Mmm, delicious.

Floyd |

Floyd | As you scrape the last of the delicious lobster sauce from the plate,
Floyd | you see that a word has been scratched into the porcelain: CHAMP.
Floyd | Your brain is wreathed in eldritch fire!  The letters of the spell
Floyd | burn themselves into your pituitary, which you probably needed for
Floyd | other things.  Oh well!

Floyd |

Floyd | You can now type SPELLS to see what spells you have learned.
Floyd | >

Floyd | You have learned the spells: champ .
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing (probably because you misspelled it).
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You do a dozen push-ups. Getting stronger! Every day!
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The word CHAMP is scrawled into the bottom of the plate, almost as if
Floyd | it is important in some way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd |   an empty plate
Floyd |   a doorknob
Floyd |


Floyd | >

Floyd | You'd just break it with your magically freakish muscles.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are strong enough to handle the doorknob already.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |

Floyd | Room 13

Floyd | The peeling wallpaper and cracking plaster inspires a distinct lack of
Floyd | confidence.  The room is both dank and dim, and the furniture inside
Floyd | the room seems crammed into a space too small to contain it.  Wan,
Floyd | watery light filters in, scattered by the skeletal fingers of a dead
Floyd | tree right outside the room. The door out of your room is to the west;

Floyd | south is a tiny kitchenette and north is the bathroom.

Floyd |
Floyd | An old-fashioned writing desk with a drawer in the corner is
Floyd | reasonably creepy.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can also see a pink sink, a hatch, an invisible mirror, a creepy

Floyd | bed, a chair, a large portrait of Millard Fillmore, a historic lamp

Floyd | and a large wooden door here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Floyd | The sink is so large it is actually physically impossible to enter the
Floyd | bathroom. Shoddy.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | You'd just rip the sink out of the wall! Which would be kind of
Floyd | awesome, but you'd lose your deposit.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | With mighty strength, you pull open the desk drawer!

Floyd |

Floyd | You open the drawer, revealing a word carved into the wood.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't reach it.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It seems to say STAMP.

Floyd |
Floyd | Your brain is wreathed in eldritch fire!  The letters of the spell
Floyd | burn themselves into your amygdala, which you probably needed for
Floyd | other things.  Oh well!
Floyd |

Floyd | >

Floyd | A giant magical stamp appears, attempts to stamp the champed pink
Floyd | sink, then disappears in a huff of disappointment.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't see any such thing (probably because you misspelled it).

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You have learned the spells: champ stamp.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | A giant magical stamp appears, attempts to stamp the hatch, then
Floyd | disappears in a huff of disappointment.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The doorknob now says "Doorknob" on it.

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Strangely enough, you can't bring yourself to mar such a large and
Floyd | delightful portrait of thirteenth president Millard Fillmore. Maybe if
Floyd | it wasn't taking up so much of your field of vision.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | A tattoo of a green dragon suddenly (and painlessly) appears on your
Floyd | torso.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The plate already has a word written on it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | A giant magical stamp appears, attempts to stamp the large wooden
Floyd | door, then disappears in a huff of disappointment.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Goodness me, this suggests all sorts of possibilities.
Floyd |
Floyd | It seems to be dented.


Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | A giant magical stamp appears, attempts to stamp the stamped hatch,


Floyd | then disappears in a huff of disappointment.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The plain white sheets suddenly blossom into a complicated plaid and


Floyd | paisley pattern. This does not make the bed more inviting.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | A magical stamp appears and the blank mirror appears within the frame!


Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It's now a fairly ordinary mirror with an elaborately ornate frame.
Floyd | Curiously, you notice that it reflects a strange word written on the


Floyd | ceiling.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | (the strange word)


Floyd | The word, which you can only see reflected in the mirror (creepy!) is
Floyd | CRAMP.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your brain is wreathed in eldritch fire!  The letters of the spell
Floyd | burn themselves into your corpus callosum, which you probably needed
Floyd | for other things.  Oh well!


Floyd |
Floyd | >