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| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load jabberwocky" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [pausing to show unread error message] | ||||
| Jacqueline clears the save counter. | ||||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Intro to Jabberwocky Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE to continue.] | ||||
| Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | What a bother. Father says that some thing has happened to all of your Floyd | family's animals, all at the same time, and he's sent you out to care Floyd | for them, almost before brillig. Oh, well. It should be a quick job, Floyd | and then you can eat breakfast and relax. Floyd | Floyd | INTRO TO JABBERWOCKY Floyd | The First Stanza of an Interactive Poem Floyd | Copyright (c) 2004 by Gregory Weir Floyd | Type HELP for credits, information, and assistance. Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 040714 / Inform v6.30 Library 6/11 S Floyd | Floyd | Shore of the Wabe Floyd | From far off to the west you can hear the toves calling, a sad, lonely Floyd | sound, punctuated only by their happy cries of greeting when they Floyd | encounter one another. The pink mist of the wabe quietly drifts by, Floyd | occasionally lapping up on shore in billows of sweet-smelling fog. Floyd | Above, the suns gently glow. Along the shore to the north is a Floyd | chicken-wire enclosure, and to the south is a small wooden structure. Floyd | The sand gives way to grass along the path back to your house in the Floyd | east. Floyd | Floyd | A worn tablet lies here, half-buried in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | Johnny says, "I've already played this, so excuse me if I go all Cheshire cat." | |||
| zarf says, "So far I give a zarfstamp of approval" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take tablet" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the tablet from the sand, shaking the fine white grains from Floyd | its stony surface. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x tabler" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x tablet" | ||||
Floyd | The tablet is made of some sort of worn stone, pitted and etched by Floyd | the elements. In the upper left corner is the Roman numeral I. Below, Floyd | there is a pattern of lines and letters, like so: Floyd | Floyd | 'Twas brillig, ___ ___ ______ _____ Floyd | ___ ____ ___ ______ __ ___ ____: Floyd | ___ _____ ____ ___ _________, Floyd | ___ ___ ____ _____ ________. Floyd | Floyd | > | minghua asks, "Uhh, an interactive poem?" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "and the slithy toves" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to ming), "Yes, it's based on the Lewis Carroll's poem." | ||||
| zarf asks, "but is the wabe to the west?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "No, I think we're on the shore of the Wabe" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x enclosure" | ||||
Floyd | The borogove enclosure lies to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| zarf says (to floyd), "x wabe" | ||||
Floyd | The wabe could be called a sea, except that instead of being composed Floyd | of water, it's composed of a rose-colored mist. The mist is quite Floyd | dense, and almost acts like a liquid. Instead of forming waves, Floyd | however, it forms tiny clouds of fog that slowly drift back into the Floyd | main body of mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x structure" | ||||
Floyd | The tove corral lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | Doug says, "I wonder if he got as far as the vorpal blade" | |||
| minghua says (to Jacq), "I see. Among Lewis Carroll's works I'm only familiar with Alice in Wonderland." | ||||
| zarf says, "not in the first verse" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Incidentally, there have been other 'interactive poetry' games, although not many." | ||||
| Allen arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | ||||
| Allen asks, "whoah, what what are you doing today?" | Jacqueline says, "Yeah, if memory serves this is only the first verse, but it's a pretty cool game nonetheless." | |||
| DavidW says (to Allen), "Intro to Jabberwocky." | ||||
| Doug asks, "ah, first stanza. Does that mean this is the introduction to a game about the first stanza, or the first stanza as introduction to the full poem?" | ||||
| Allen says, "oh." | ||||
| Allen has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | Doug says, "I guess we'll find out." | |||
| Ellison says, "ha ha" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Shall we enter the enclosure or something?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Sure." | ||||
| zarf says, "I want to go west." | ||||
| zarf says, "geographical unclarity, boo" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm okay with west." | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "listen to toves" | ||||
Floyd | The toves are making their sad cries. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | That wouldn't be a good idea. It's not that you can't swim, it's just Floyd | that the wabe isn't made up of water, but of mist that's mildly Floyd | poisonous to humans. Floyd | Floyd | > | zarf says, "thankee" | |||
| zarf says, "also *told you*" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "You are welcome, but - yeah" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drink wabe" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing suitable to drink here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Borogove Enclosure Floyd | They call it "chicken wire," but you don't get many chickens around Floyd | here. You and your dad use it to keep in your borogoves. The wire is Floyd | stretched between sturdy wooden posts sunk deep into the sand of the Floyd | shore. Inside the wire, the borogoves skitter around, looking very Floyd | agitated. Floyd | Floyd | The tablet shivers in your hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "x suns" | ||||
Floyd | The suns have recently risen in the west, and they're at the point Floyd | called "brillig," where they're level with each other in the sky. Floyd | Soon, the smaller, faster sun will pull ahead of the larger. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "wave wabe" | ||||
Floyd | But you aren't holding that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x tablet" | ||||
Floyd | The tablet is made of some sort of worn stone, pitted and etched by Floyd | the elements. In the upper left corner is the Roman numeral I. Below, Floyd | there is a pattern of lines and letters, like so: Floyd | Floyd | 'Twas brillig, ___ ___ ______ _____ Floyd | ___ ____ ___ ______ __ ___ ____: Floyd | ___ _____ were the borogoves, Floyd | ___ ___ ____ _____ ________. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "So the goal is to fill the tablet?" | |||
| DavidW says, "yes" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x borogroves" | ||||
Floyd | (assuming you mean "borogoves") Floyd | Borogoves are very odd creatures. Their meat is surprisingly tasty, Floyd | considering their appearance: their body is spherical, perhaps as Floyd | large as a beach ball, and six long, thin, insectile legs protrude Floyd | from the equator of their body. They have two small, stubby, antennae, Floyd | and a dish-shaped organ at the top of their head that allows them to Floyd | "see" the world around them using a type of echolocation called Floyd | mimsing. However, at the moment they are in a panic, not at all mimsy. Floyd | They blindly bump against the wire fence around the pen. The cause of Floyd | their disturbance is obvious: one of them seems to be badly hurt, and Floyd | lies motionless in the center of the pen. Beware, though; they can Floyd | still smell you, and in their confusion, they seem to classify you as Floyd | a threat. You'll have to get rid of the wounded animal or else they'll Floyd | never calm down. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "heh "assuming you mean borogoves"" | |||
| zarf says, "heh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh - so I did mean. Just that." | ||||
| zarf says, "double zarfstamp" | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a worn tablet Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | Young, polite, and capable, or at least you like to think so. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x wounded borogove" | ||||
Floyd | Borogove blood could more accurately be called "ichor." It's slick, Floyd | black stuff, and it coats the exoskeleton of this borogove. The Floyd | creature seems to have been ripped apart by huge claws. It still Floyd | twitches, but the movement is most likely a reflex. If the creature Floyd | isn't dead now, it will be soon. You'd better get it out of the Floyd | enclosure, or the rest of the borogoves will hurt themselves in the Floyd | panic. Floyd | Floyd | > | Doug says, "the claws that catch" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "The Jabberwocky has been here? I forget the poem almost entirely." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Doug), "Yeah" | ||||
| Doug | [LINK] | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take wounded borogove" | ||||
Floyd | It's too far away to reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "We could enter the wires, but I'm inclined to explore more first." | |||
| DavidW says, "I think you have to enter the pen, first. But, y'know, dangerous." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah. I was thinking we'd entered, not just stepped up outside." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Now that I realize we're not inside... I realize why we weren't in immediate danger." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of DW), "Think we need to do something to prepare before we go in?" | ||||
| minghua says, "Well, it says that they can "smell you"." | ||||
| DavidW says, "The game said that they can smell you and identify you as a threat." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, we already tried to swim in the wabe. heh" | ||||
| DavidW says, "So, yeah, you'll probably need to prepare somehow." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Let's explore." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Borogove Enclosure Floyd | They call it "chicken wire," but you don't get many chickens around Floyd | here. You and your dad use it to keep in your borogoves. The wire is Floyd | stretched between sturdy wooden posts sunk deep into the sand of the Floyd | shore. Inside the wire, the borogoves skitter around, looking very Floyd | agitated. Floyd | Floyd | There is a hurt borogove inside the enclosure. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "Have we seen any raths yet?" | |||
| DavidW says, "Not yet." | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Sorry, I could be less lazy and just search the game text myself." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Shore of the Wabe Floyd | From far off to the west you can hear the toves calling, a sad, lonely Floyd | sound, punctuated only by their happy cries of greeting when they Floyd | encounter one another. The pink mist of the wabe quietly drifts by, Floyd | occasionally lapping up on shore in billows of sweet-smelling fog. Floyd | Above, the suns gently glow. Along the shore to the north is a Floyd | chicken-wire enclosure, and to the south is a small wooden structure. Floyd | The sand gives way to grass along the path back to your house in the Floyd | east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tove Corral Floyd | It took you and your father an entire week to build this enclosure, Floyd | but it was worth the effort: not one of your family's toves has ever Floyd | been attacked in the night. The corral has four sturdy walls and a Floyd | slate roof, but the bottom is open. This allows the rose-colored mist Floyd | from the wabe in, which in turn keeps your toves alive. During the Floyd | night, they're kept in by the half-submerged door, which is held Floyd | closed by a nice secure latch. You stand on a catwalk affixed to one Floyd | wall, and little tendrils of fog waft up between the catwalk's metal Floyd | bars. Floyd | Floyd | Your family's toves drift around aimlessly. For some reason, they're Floyd | not in very good health. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a skimmer here. Floyd | Floyd | The tablet shivers in your hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | zarf says, "ooh, wabeskimmer" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x tablet" | ||||
Floyd | The tablet is made of some sort of worn stone, pitted and etched by Floyd | the elements. In the upper left corner is the Roman numeral I. Below, Floyd | there is a pattern of lines and letters, like so: Floyd | Floyd | 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Floyd | ___ ____ ___ ______ __ ___ ____: Floyd | ___ _____ were the borogoves, Floyd | ___ ___ ____ _____ ________. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x toves" | ||||
Floyd | Toves are strange creatures, diaphanous and billowing. Their bodies Floyd | are hollow and tube-shaped, with long, thin tentacles arranged in a Floyd | ring around their "mouth". These toves, of course, are tame, but a Floyd | wild tove could latch on to your arm and dissolve it to the bone. Floyd | Usually, they'd be gyring and gimbling, but they seem sick. They just Floyd | drift aimlessly around the pen, their tentacles limp. They seem to be Floyd | having trouble breathing the mist inside the corral. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Hmm, no explanation of ``slithy'' yet." | |||
| Doug asks, "wasn't there a wabe in Trinity?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Yes, indeed." | ||||
| DavidW says, "It's the plot around a sundial." | ||||
| EmacsUser asks, "Shall we try something with the skimmer?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Sure" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Taking it might be good." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take skimmer" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x skimmer" | ||||
Floyd | This tool allows you to skim insects and debris from the tove corral. Floyd | It's a detachable net attached to a threaded metal pole. Floyd | Floyd | > | zarf says, "damn. I was wrong about the skimmer" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "I too was hoping for a vehicle." | ||||
| DavidW says (to zarf), "You want a hovercraft." | ||||
| zarf says, "I did, but it turned out to be full of eels." | ||||
| EmacsUser asks, "Though if this is strong enough, maybe it can pick up the injured borogove?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "hrm" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Try it, EU." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x pole" | ||||
Floyd | This long metal pole has a specially threaded socket in the end to Floyd | allow you to affix various attachments. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x net" | ||||
Floyd | This is a net, with one end specially threaded to fit into its pole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Shore of the Wabe Floyd | From far off to the west you can hear the toves calling, a sad, lonely Floyd | sound, punctuated only by their happy cries of greeting when they Floyd | encounter one another. The pink mist of the wabe quietly drifts by, Floyd | occasionally lapping up on shore in billows of sweet-smelling fog. Floyd | Above, the suns gently glow. Along the shore to the north is a Floyd | chicken-wire enclosure, and to the south is a small wooden structure. Floyd | The sand gives way to grass along the path back to your house in the Floyd | east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Borogove Enclosure Floyd | They call it "chicken wire," but you don't get many chickens around Floyd | here. You and your dad use it to keep in your borogoves. The wire is Floyd | stretched between sturdy wooden posts sunk deep into the sand of the Floyd | shore. Inside the wire, the borogoves skitter around, looking very Floyd | agitated. Floyd | Floyd | There is a hurt borogove inside the enclosure. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take wounded with skimmer" | ||||
Floyd | The net on the skimmer is too small to fit around the wounded Floyd | borogove, and if you caught on to any of its legs, they'd just pull Floyd | off. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "The answer is no. Though perhaps we can replace the net with something more suitable." | |||
| zarf says, "more tools will turn up, I guess" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "So, east? To our house?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Sure." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I was thinking more half-tools." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Like, once we're back at the shore?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to DavidW), "Well, yes." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "You mean things we have to put together? Quite possibly, yeah." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s then e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Shore of the Wabe Floyd | From far off to the west you can hear the toves calling, a sad, lonely Floyd | sound, punctuated only by their happy cries of greeting when they Floyd | encounter one another. The pink mist of the wabe quietly drifts by, Floyd | occasionally lapping up on shore in billows of sweet-smelling fog. Floyd | Above, the suns gently glow. Along the shore to the north is a Floyd | chicken-wire enclosure, and to the south is a small wooden structure. Floyd | The sand gives way to grass along the path back to your house in the Floyd | east. Floyd | Floyd | In Front of House Floyd | You feel happy here in front of your house. The coat of white paint on Floyd | the house was recently retouched, and your father has planted flowers Floyd | in the window boxes. You can hear the mournful calling of the toves in Floyd | the wabe to the west, and there are bare paths worn into the dirt Floyd | around the corners of the house to the northeast and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "x flowers" | ||||
Floyd | The windowboxes are filled with wildflowers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "smell flowers" | ||||
Floyd | You smell nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "x house" | ||||
Floyd | Your house is a bit large for just you and your father. It's two Floyd | stories tall, plus an attic and a basement, and your father just Floyd | repainted it last week. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x grass" | ||||
Floyd | To the west, a path leads down to the beach. There are also paths Floyd | leading around the house to the northeast and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | Doug says, "no doors or windows on this side I guess" | |||
| EmacsUser asks, "In or around?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "actually, the door is here, just not mentioned explicitly." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Perhaps none implemented... heh" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | It's the front door to your house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Well, okay then." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | You'd better finish all your chores before you go inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Which way 'round the house?" | |||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "look northeast" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing unexpected in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | minghua says, "Pick a random one, I'd say." | |||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | In Front of House Floyd | You feel happy here in front of your house. The coat of white paint on Floyd | the house was recently retouched, and your father has planted flowers Floyd | in the window boxes. You can hear the mournful calling of the toves in Floyd | the wabe to the west, and there are bare paths worn into the dirt Floyd | around the corners of the house to the northeast and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "ne" | (from DavidW) Tweedledum says, "northeast is nice". "Contrarywise," says Tweedledee, "nice is southeast." | |||
Floyd | Floyd | North of House Floyd | This is a small grassy area, mostly occupied by the pen for your Floyd | family's raths. The pen is made of wickerwork, widely spaced, allowing Floyd | light and air to pass through while keeping the raths in. Floyd | Floyd | The pen is closed. You can see something inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I will brb" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to DavidW), "Nice." | ||||
| EmacsUser exclaims, "Yay, raths!" | ||||
| DavidW says, "You must be nice or you wouldn't have come here." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pen" | ||||
Floyd | The pen is carefully woven from strips of wood to form a cage large Floyd | enough for a man to stand in. This allows the raths to exercise their Floyd | wings without any danger of them escaping. Strangely enough, the cage Floyd | seems to have scratches on the outside. Floyd | Floyd | The pen is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in pen" | ||||
Floyd | In the rath pen are a blue mome rath, a red mome rath and a rope Floyd | hanging from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x scratches" | ||||
Floyd | The wickerwork of the pen seems to have been gouged by some sort of Floyd | blade... or perhaps enormous claws. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x rope" | ||||
Floyd | It's the rope that is used to hold up Red's favorite toy. The raths Floyd | love playing with it. Floyd | On the rope is a hook, on which is Red's toy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x hook then x toy" | ||||
Floyd | This hook is used to hold Red's favorite toy. It's originally a tool Floyd | for removing debris from the tove corral, so it has a threaded end to Floyd | allow it to attach to a metal pole. Floyd | On the hook is Red's toy. Floyd | The mome rath Red's favorite toy is a fuzzy stuffed egg. All you have Floyd | to do is show it to him and he'll cuddle it for hours. It's hanging on Floyd | its hook. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x red then x blue" | ||||
Floyd | Mome raths are generally friendly birds, and Red's no exception. He's Floyd | always nice to you, unlike his sister Blue. At the moment, he's Floyd | panicking, flying around in a blind panic, bumping into the wicker Floyd | walls of the pen. He's so panicked, he's not even outgribing. Floyd | Mome raths are generally friendly birds, but Blue's always been a bit Floyd | wary of humans. Sure, she'll accept food, but she's nowhere near as Floyd | affectionate as her brother Red; you usually have to treat her a bit Floyd | rougher. At the moment, she's panicking, flying around in a blind Floyd | panic, bumping into the wicker walls of the pen. She's so panicked, Floyd | she's not even outgribing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Doug says, "aha, a tool" | |||
| minghua says, "I have a feeling that the raths won't let us take the hook easily..." | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "get toy" | ||||
Floyd | The rath pen isn't open. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "enter pen?" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Oh. Timing." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "enter pen" | ||||
Floyd | You can't get into the closed rath pen. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Hm. The toy." | |||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | You open the rath pen. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "enter it" | ||||
Floyd | You get into the rath pen. Floyd | Floyd | North of House (in the rath pen) Floyd | This is a small grassy area, mostly occupied by the pen for your Floyd | family's raths. The pen is made of wickerwork, widely spaced, allowing Floyd | light and air to pass through while keeping the raths in. Floyd | Floyd | Light filters in through the holes in the woven walls. Twin perches Floyd | hang opposite each other in the pen. The door stands wide open. Floyd | Floyd | The mome rath named Blue flaps wildly inside the pen. Floyd | Floyd | The mome rath named Red flutters around the pen in a panic. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the pen is a rope hanging from the ceiling, on which is a hook, Floyd | on which is Red's toy. Floyd | Floyd | The tablet shivers in your hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "close it" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can close. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "x tablet" | ||||
Floyd | The tablet is made of some sort of worn stone, pitted and etched by Floyd | the elements. In the upper left corner is the Roman numeral I. Below, Floyd | there is a pattern of lines and letters, like so: Floyd | Floyd | 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Floyd | ___ ____ ___ ______ __ ___ ____: Floyd | ___ _____ were the borogoves, Floyd | and the mome raths ________. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think 'it' changes." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "close pen" | ||||
Floyd | You close the rath pen. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Yeah, I bet it was the tablet." | |||
| Ellison has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x perches" | ||||
Floyd | There are two wooden perches hanging from the ceiling of the pen. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "get toy" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "So, calm red with the toy?" | |||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "give toy to red" | ||||
Floyd | You wave the toy in front of Red, and he swoops down and snatches it Floyd | out of your hands. He lands on his perch and plays with it. He begins Floyd | to outgribe, making the cooing noises that the birds use to Floyd | communicate over long distances. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "And for blue, food?" | |||
| Johnny disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | Jacqueline says, "woo" | |||
| DavidW says, "I'm not sure. The game suggested Blue needs rougher treatment." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take hook" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take rope" | ||||
Floyd | That's fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Hmm." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x blue" | ||||
Floyd | Mome raths are generally friendly birds, but Blue's always been a bit Floyd | wary of humans. Sure, she'll accept food, but she's nowhere near as Floyd | affectionate as her brother Red; you usually have to treat her a bit Floyd | rougher. At the moment, she's panicking, flying around in a blind Floyd | panic, bumping into the wicker walls of the pen. She's so panicked, Floyd | she's not even outgribing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North of House (in the rath pen) Floyd | This is a small grassy area, mostly occupied by the pen for your Floyd | family's raths. The pen is made of wickerwork, widely spaced, allowing Floyd | light and air to pass through while keeping the raths in. Floyd | Floyd | Light filters in through the holes in the woven walls. Twin perches Floyd | hang opposite each other in the pen. The door is latched shut. Floyd | Floyd | The mome rath named Blue flaps wildly inside the pen. Floyd | Floyd | The mome rath named Red sits on his perch, almost smiling at you. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the pen is a rope hanging from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "x red" | ||||
Floyd | Mome raths are generally friendly birds, and Red's no exception. He's Floyd | always nice to you, unlike his sister Blue. Right now, he's calm, Floyd | cuddling his toy. Floyd | Floyd | > | Doug says, "ah, we have to get them both to outgribe" | |||
| Doug says, "to comlpete the tablet" | ||||
| EmacsUser nods in agreement. | ||||
| DavidW says, "We don't have any food at the moment, though, so giving food isn't currently an option. Assuming there is food." | ||||
| Doug asks, "let's use the tool?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Sure." | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to get out of the rath pen first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "open gate then out then close gate" | ||||
Floyd | You open the rath pen. Floyd | You get out of the rath pen. Floyd | Floyd | North of House Floyd | This is a small grassy area, mostly occupied by the pen for your Floyd | family's raths. The pen is made of wickerwork, widely spaced, allowing Floyd | light and air to pass through while keeping the raths in. Floyd | Floyd | The pen stands open. Luckily, even while they're panicking your raths Floyd | are well-trained enough that they don't try to escape. Floyd | You close the rath pen. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The only exit is southwest to the front of your house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | In Front of House Floyd | You feel happy here in front of your house. The coat of white paint on Floyd | the house was recently retouched, and your father has planted flowers Floyd | in the window boxes. You can hear the mournful calling of the toves in Floyd | the wabe to the west, and there are bare paths worn into the dirt Floyd | around the corners of the house to the northeast and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Shore of the Wabe Floyd | From far off to the west you can hear the toves calling, a sad, lonely Floyd | sound, punctuated only by their happy cries of greeting when they Floyd | encounter one another. The pink mist of the wabe quietly drifts by, Floyd | occasionally lapping up on shore in billows of sweet-smelling fog. Floyd | Above, the suns gently glow. Along the shore to the north is a Floyd | chicken-wire enclosure, and to the south is a small wooden structure. Floyd | The sand gives way to grass along the path back to your house in the Floyd | east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tove Corral Floyd | It took you and your father an entire week to build this enclosure, Floyd | but it was worth the effort: not one of your family's toves has ever Floyd | been attacked in the night. The corral has four sturdy walls and a Floyd | slate roof, but the bottom is open. This allows the rose-colored mist Floyd | from the wabe in, which in turn keeps your toves alive. During the Floyd | night, they're kept in by the half-submerged door, which is held Floyd | closed by a nice secure latch. You stand on a catwalk affixed to one Floyd | wall, and little tendrils of fog waft up between the catwalk's metal Floyd | bars. Floyd | Floyd | Your family's toves drift around aimlessly. For some reason, they're Floyd | not in very good health. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "remove net" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the net attachment) Floyd | You remove the net attachment from the pole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "fix hook to pole" | ||||
Floyd | You screw the hook attachment onto the pole, making a gaff. Floyd | Floyd | > | Doug says, "<insert Joe Biden joke>" | |||
| EmacsUser asks, "Do we want to try the hook here, or to the north?" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "What would you try to hook here?" | ||||
| Doug says, "the hook is for removing debris from the tove corral" | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "remove debris" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "remove mist" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the the wabe) Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "x hook" | ||||
Floyd | This hook is used to hold Red's favorite toy. It's originally a tool Floyd | for removing debris from the tove corral, so it has a threaded end to Floyd | allow it to attach to a metal pole. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "Isn't that the net?" | |||
| DavidW says, "Perhaps you have to go down first." | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "x tove" | ||||
Floyd | (the toves) Floyd | Toves are strange creatures, diaphanous and billowing. Their bodies Floyd | are hollow and tube-shaped, with long, thin tentacles arranged in a Floyd | ring around their "mouth". These toves, of course, are tame, but a Floyd | wild tove could latch on to your arm and dissolve it to the bone. Floyd | Usually, they'd be gyring and gimbling, but they seem sick. They just Floyd | drift aimlessly around the pen, their tentacles limp. They seem to be Floyd | having trouble breathing the mist inside the corral. Floyd | Floyd | > | zarf says, "the net is for cleaning the corral" | |||
| zarf says, "hm. I guess they both are." | ||||
| DavidW says, "yes" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x mist" | ||||
Floyd | The wabe could be called a sea, except that instead of being composed Floyd | of water, it's composed of a rose-colored mist. The mist is quite Floyd | dense, and almost acts like a liquid. Instead of forming waves, Floyd | however, it forms tiny clouds of fog that slowly drift back into the Floyd | main body of mist. However, the wabe here inside the corral is Floyd | discolored brown. The stain seems to be coming from under the catwalk. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x catwalk" | ||||
Floyd | You can smell the rust on this catwalk, slightly corroded from Floyd | exposure to the fog of the wabe. It runs the length of one wall, Floyd | allowing for the feeding and care of the toves. You can see the wabe Floyd | through the metal grid of the catwalk; it seems somewhat discolored. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| zarf says (to floyd), "look under catwalk" | ||||
Floyd | You can barely see what looks like a clump of scales stuck to the Floyd | underside of the catwalk. They seem to be the source of the stain Floyd | tinting the wabe brown. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "There's a door in the catwalk; the main room description mentions one." | |||
| DavidW says, "Although maybe we can reach those scales from here." | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "remove scales with hook" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x scales" | ||||
Floyd | Several rather large reptilian scales, silver in color, covered with a Floyd | disgusting and foul-smelling slime. You can't help but notice that Floyd | their edge is razor-sharp. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "(Sorry, I am not feeling terribly well and have decided that second breakfast may help, so I am intermittently away.)" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove scales with gaff" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take scales with gaff" | ||||
Floyd | They're close enough that you can reach them with your hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take scales" | ||||
Floyd | You carefully reach down and pull on the disgusting scales. After a Floyd | few tries, they pull free from the catwalk, and you take them. A few Floyd | moments later, the mist inside the corral returns to its normal rose Floyd | color. The toves perk up almost instantly, and soon begin to gyre and Floyd | gimble. They look well enough for you to let them out into the wabe. Floyd | Floyd | The tablet shivers in your hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says (to Jacqueline), "Okay, hope you feel better." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tablet" | ||||
Floyd | The tablet is made of some sort of worn stone, pitted and etched by Floyd | the elements. In the upper left corner is the Roman numeral I. Below, Floyd | there is a pattern of lines and letters, like so: Floyd | Floyd | 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Floyd | Did gyre and gimble __ ___ ____: Floyd | ___ _____ were the borogoves, Floyd | and the mome raths ________. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to EU), "Thanks." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, woo you fixed that." | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "remove scales with gaff" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | some strange scales Floyd | a gaff Floyd | a net attachment Floyd | a worn tablet Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "This game, the farther along we go, the sadder I get." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "This was such a great premise for a game. I would really like it to see the light of day." | ||||
| Doug says, "sorry, I'm lagging, I'll stop trying commands" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Like, the full game." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think we need to open the corral now, so they can gyre and gimble in the wabe." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "about" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Jabberwocky Help Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd | Floyd | What would you like help with? Floyd | Floyd | > About this game Floyd | How to play Floyd | Who was Lewis Carroll? Floyd | Hints for this stanza Floyd | Read the poem Floyd | | EmacsUser says, "Sorry, I'll look later." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "q" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Tove Corral Floyd | It took you and your father an entire week to build this enclosure, Floyd | but it was worth the effort: not one of your family's toves has ever Floyd | been attacked in the night. The corral has four sturdy walls and a Floyd | slate roof, but the bottom is open. This allows the rose-colored mist Floyd | from the wabe in, which in turn keeps your toves alive. During the Floyd | night, they're kept in by the half-submerged door, which is held Floyd | closed by a nice secure latch. You stand on a catwalk affixed to one Floyd | wall, and little tendrils of fog waft up between the catwalk's metal Floyd | bars. Floyd | Floyd | Your family's toves gyre and gimble around the corral. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "I didn't realize it was a menu-base about." | |||
| EmacsUser says, "-based even." | ||||
| minghua asks, "Open the latch-door?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to minghua), "Go for it." | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | You had blisters on your hands for a week after helping your father Floyd | put this door together. It's made of strong wooden slats, wired Floyd | together to make a sturdy door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | You carefully open the door, and the toves gimble out into the wabe. Floyd | Soon, they are too far away to be seen with the naked eye. No need to Floyd | worry, though. They'll be back by feeding time. Floyd | Floyd | The tablet shivers in your hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tablet" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | The tablet is made of some sort of worn stone, pitted and etched by Floyd | the elements. In the upper left corner is the Roman numeral I. Below, Floyd | there is a pattern of lines and letters, like so: Floyd | Floyd | 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Floyd | Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: Floyd | ___ _____ were the borogoves, Floyd | and the mome raths ________. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | some strange scales Floyd | a gaff Floyd | a net attachment Floyd | a worn tablet Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "Shall we go hook the injured borogove?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm for that, sure." | ||||
| DavidW says, "sure" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n then n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Shore of the Wabe Floyd | From far off to the west you can hear the toves calling, a sad, lonely Floyd | sound, punctuated only by their happy cries of greeting when they Floyd | encounter one another. The pink mist of the wabe quietly drifts by, Floyd | occasionally lapping up on shore in billows of sweet-smelling fog. Floyd | Above, the suns gently glow. Along the shore to the north is a Floyd | chicken-wire enclosure, and to the south is a small wooden structure. Floyd | The sand gives way to grass along the path back to your house in the Floyd | east. Floyd | Floyd | Borogove Enclosure Floyd | They call it "chicken wire," but you don't get many chickens around Floyd | here. You and your dad use it to keep in your borogoves. The wire is Floyd | stretched between sturdy wooden posts sunk deep into the sand of the Floyd | shore. Inside the wire, the borogoves skitter around, looking very Floyd | agitated. Floyd | Floyd | There is a hurt borogove inside the enclosure. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take borogove with hook" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the hook attachment) Floyd | You remove the hook attachment from the pole. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Oops." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "fix hook to pole" | ||||
Floyd | You screw the hook attachment onto the pole, making a gaff. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "you meant 'gaff'" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take borogove with gaff" | ||||
Floyd | You reach out with the hook and snag the hurt animal, pulling it Floyd | toward you. As its body reaches the fence, it slips off your hook, and Floyd | falls onto the ground just in front of the fence. You'll never get it Floyd | with that unwieldy pole. You could reach in and take it out with your Floyd | bare hands, but the other borogoves would bite you. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Yep." | |||
| Doug disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | Jacqueline says, "Yikes" | |||
| Doug arrives, full of fun and funk. | minghua asks, "Did we look at the south of the house?" | |||
| DavidW asks, "hm. Sounds like it wants us to remove the hook from the pole and just use the hook by itself now?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to minghua), "nope." | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "x hurt borogove" | ||||
Floyd | Borogove blood could more accurately be called "ichor." It's slick, Floyd | black stuff, and it coats the exoskeleton of this borogove. The Floyd | creature seems to have been ripped apart by huge claws. It still Floyd | twitches, but the movement is most likely a reflex. If the creature Floyd | isn't dead now, it will be soon. You'd better get it out of the Floyd | enclosure, or the rest of the borogoves will hurt themselves in the Floyd | panic. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says (to DavidW), "Somehow I don't think so, but we can try." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take borogove with hook" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the hook attachment) Floyd | You remove the hook attachment from the pole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | Unfortunately, the hook attachment is short enough that you could get Floyd | bitten by the other borogoves. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "I vote for exploring." | |||
| DavidW says, "hm. Maybe the skimmer will work for this part. Or maybe there's gloves to the south of the house." | ||||
| * Doug has joined the channel. | ||||
| zarf says, "skimmer seems good" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put net on pole" | ||||
Floyd | You screw the net attachment onto the pole, making a skimmer. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "That's true; we don't know what the net is for." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take borogove with skimmer" | ||||
Floyd | The net on the skimmer is too small to fit around the wounded Floyd | borogove, and if you caught on to any of its legs, they'd just pull Floyd | off. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "okay, not the skimmer for this." | |||
| DavidW says, "I'll second the vote for exploring." | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "get borogove" | ||||
Floyd | If you reach in there, the panicked borogoves will most likely bite Floyd | you all over your hand. And borogove bites hurt. Floyd | Floyd | > | Doug says, "yep, we need gloves or sumpin'." | |||
| DavidW says, "Perhaps there's a shed." | ||||
| minghua says, "Let's go explore more." | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Borogove Enclosure Floyd | They call it "chicken wire," but you don't get many chickens around Floyd | here. You and your dad use it to keep in your borogoves. The wire is Floyd | stretched between sturdy wooden posts sunk deep into the sand of the Floyd | shore. Inside the wire, the borogoves skitter around, looking very Floyd | agitated. Floyd | Floyd | There is a hurt borogove inside the enclosure. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Shore of the Wabe Floyd | From far off to the west you can hear the toves calling, a sad, lonely Floyd | sound, punctuated only by their happy cries of greeting when they Floyd | encounter one another. The pink mist of the wabe quietly drifts by, Floyd | occasionally lapping up on shore in billows of sweet-smelling fog. Floyd | Above, the suns gently glow. Along the shore to the north is a Floyd | chicken-wire enclosure, and to the south is a small wooden structure. Floyd | The sand gives way to grass along the path back to your house in the Floyd | east. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I suppose there might be something inside the vacated tove corral that we missed. Or that the scales will be useful somehow." | |||
| DavidW says, "But south of house first, pls." | ||||
| minghua asks, "I hope nobody mind that I start moving?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "No." | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | In Front of House Floyd | You feel happy here in front of your house. The coat of white paint on Floyd | the house was recently retouched, and your father has planted flowers Floyd | in the window boxes. You can hear the mournful calling of the toves in Floyd | the wabe to the west, and there are bare paths worn into the dirt Floyd | around the corners of the house to the northeast and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yeah, I think the scales (sharp on their edge) will be useful." | |||
| DavidW says (to minghua), "continue please." | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | South of House Floyd | A rickety old shed without a door is leaning against the house here. Floyd | You use it to store tools and feed for your family's animals. There's Floyd | not much else around here except weeds and a closed cellar window in Floyd | the house wall at ground level. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "We're all a little tentative today." | |||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||||
Floyd | It's a grimy, closed window that allows light into the cellar. It's Floyd | much too small for you to fit through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Roger arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "x weeds" | ||||
Floyd | Just some weeds. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "x shed" | ||||
Floyd | An old shed made from sheets of corrugated aluminum and planks of Floyd | wood. You're not that worried about theft, so it doesn't even have a Floyd | door. The shed's purely to keep the rain off of the tools and feed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "enter shed" | ||||
Floyd | You walk into the shed. Floyd | Floyd | South of House (in the old shed) Floyd | A rickety old shed without a door is leaning against the house here. Floyd | You use it to store tools and feed for your family's animals. There's Floyd | not much else around here except weeds and a closed cellar window in Floyd | the house wall at ground level. Floyd | Floyd | It's dim inside the shed, the only light coming through the doorway Floyd | from outside. Floyd | Floyd | In the old shed you can see a tool box (which is closed) and a bag of Floyd | borogove feed (which is closed). Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser exclaims, "Food!" | |||
| DavidW says, "For the borogoves. Not the raths." | ||||
| minghua says (to EmacsUser), "borogove food - yeah." | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Ach, I am mixed up then." | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "x tool box" | ||||
Floyd | A metal box, used for storing tools. It's shut. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | You open the tool box, revealing four tools (a screwdriver, a hammer, Floyd | a pipe wrench and a file). Floyd | Floyd | > | minghua says, "Hmm." | |||
| EmacsUser says, "There are a lot of objects for this one stanza." | ||||
| Doug says, "well, we used the gaff on the borogove when it was meant for the tove corral." | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "x feed" | ||||
Floyd | This is a burlap bag of borogove feed, basically dried moss with some Floyd | nutritional supplements. It's still unopened. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "x gaff" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "(ooh, is there gonna be a pipe wrench fight?)" | |||
| Roger says, "Making a toobox list its contents like that is one of those things that ends up being a lot harder to implement than it ever seems from the outset." | ||||
| minghua asks, "Try feeding the borogoves to placate them?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to minghua), "Hmm, also a possibility." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Roger), "It's easy in Inform 7." | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "take feed" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Roger says, "Oh it's not that easy." | |||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "close tool box" | ||||
Floyd | You close the tool box. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "take it" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a tool box (which is closed) Floyd | a bag of borogove feed Floyd | a skimmer Floyd | a hook attachment Floyd | some strange scales Floyd | a worn tablet Floyd | Floyd | > | Roger says, "(Tangent to #I7)" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Perhaps such is better debated on -- yeah" | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | South of House (in the old shed) Floyd | A rickety old shed without a door is leaning against the house here. Floyd | You use it to store tools and feed for your family's animals. There's Floyd | not much else around here except weeds and a closed cellar window in Floyd | the house wall at ground level. Floyd | Floyd | It's dim inside the shed, the only light coming through the doorway Floyd | from outside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You get out of the old shed. Floyd | Floyd | South of House Floyd | A rickety old shed without a door is leaning against the house here. Floyd | You use it to store tools and feed for your family's animals. There's Floyd | not much else around here except weeds and a closed cellar window in Floyd | the house wall at ground level. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "nw then w then s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | In Front of House Floyd | You feel happy here in front of your house. The coat of white paint on Floyd | the house was recently retouched, and your father has planted flowers Floyd | in the window boxes. You can hear the mournful calling of the toves in Floyd | the wabe to the west, and there are bare paths worn into the dirt Floyd | around the corners of the house to the northeast and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | Shore of the Wabe Floyd | From far off to the west you can hear the toves calling, a sad, lonely Floyd | sound, punctuated only by their happy cries of greeting when they Floyd | encounter one another. The pink mist of the wabe quietly drifts by, Floyd | occasionally lapping up on shore in billows of sweet-smelling fog. Floyd | Above, the suns gently glow. Along the shore to the north is a Floyd | chicken-wire enclosure, and to the south is a small wooden structure. Floyd | The sand gives way to grass along the path back to your house in the Floyd | east. Floyd | Floyd | Tove Corral Floyd | It took you and your father an entire week to build this enclosure, Floyd | but it was worth the effort: not one of your family's toves has ever Floyd | been attacked in the night. The corral has four sturdy walls and a Floyd | slate roof, but the bottom is open. This allows the rose-colored mist Floyd | from the wabe in, which in turn keeps your toves alive. During the Floyd | night, they're kept in by the half-submerged door, but it's open to Floyd | allow the toves to gimble in the wabe. However, it does have a nice Floyd | secure latch. You stand on a catwalk affixed to one wall, and little Floyd | tendrils of fog waft up between the catwalk's metal bars. Floyd | Floyd | > | Doug says, "did we want to try feeding the blue mome rath? maybe it likes borogove feed" | |||
| minghua says (to Doug), "I was thinking of feeding the borogoves instead. (Still the wrong place.)" | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "n then n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Shore of the Wabe Floyd | From far off to the west you can hear the toves calling, a sad, lonely Floyd | sound, punctuated only by their happy cries of greeting when they Floyd | encounter one another. The pink mist of the wabe quietly drifts by, Floyd | occasionally lapping up on shore in billows of sweet-smelling fog. Floyd | Above, the suns gently glow. Along the shore to the north is a Floyd | chicken-wire enclosure, and to the south is a small wooden structure. Floyd | The sand gives way to grass along the path back to your house in the Floyd | east. Floyd | Floyd | Borogove Enclosure Floyd | They call it "chicken wire," but you don't get many chickens around Floyd | here. You and your dad use it to keep in your borogoves. The wire is Floyd | stretched between sturdy wooden posts sunk deep into the sand of the Floyd | shore. Inside the wire, the borogoves skitter around, looking very Floyd | agitated. Floyd | Floyd | There is a hurt borogove inside the enclosure. Floyd | Floyd | > | minghua says, "Save before feeding" | |||
| minghua asks, "?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "x feed" | ||||
Floyd | This is a burlap bag of borogove feed, basically dried moss with some Floyd | nutritional supplements. It's still unopened. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "open feed" | ||||
Floyd | You tug at the bag, but it doesn't open. You'll need to slice open the Floyd | burlap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "open tool box" | ||||
Floyd | You open the tool box, revealing four tools (a screwdriver, a hammer, Floyd | a pipe wrench and a file). Floyd | Floyd | > | minghua says, "The scale, I guess." | |||
| Doug says (to Floyd), "put skimmer in tool box" | ||||
Floyd | The toolbox is made to hold tools. Nothing else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Avzin arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | Jacqueline says, "The scales, right." | |||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "open burlap with scale" | ||||
Floyd | You cut open the bag, revealing powdery borogove food. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Avzin asks, "What're you playing, minghua?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Avzin), "It's ClubFloyd day." | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "feed borogoves with food" | ||||
Floyd | You scatter the food into the far side of the borogove enclosure. The Floyd | creatures instantly smell it, and race over, eating it in a feeding Floyd | frenzy. Floyd | Floyd | > | Doug says, "aha!" | |||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "take hurt borogove" | ||||
Floyd | While the rest of the borogoves are distracted by their feeding Floyd | frenzy, you grab the wounded insect. Seconds later, they finish the Floyd | food, and spread out again, once again in a panic. You toss the body Floyd | of the now-dead borogove into the wabe, and the others calm down as Floyd | soon as the scent fades away. Floyd | Floyd | The tablet shivers in your hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh, grab the injured one" | |||
| * Jacqueline has added Avzin to the channel. | ||||
| DavidW says, "hooray progress!" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x table" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x tablet" | ||||
Floyd | The tablet is made of some sort of worn stone, pitted and etched by Floyd | the elements. In the upper left corner is the Roman numeral I. Below, Floyd | there is a pattern of lines and letters, like so: Floyd | Floyd | 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Floyd | Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: Floyd | All mimsy were the borogoves, Floyd | and the mome raths ________. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "So, Avzin, we discuss the game on this channel while playing in the room. And today is Jabberwocky, though we're quite a ways through it and nearly done." | |||
| Avzin asks, "how do I speak in a channel?" | DavidW says, "Now we have to cheer up Blue." | |||
| Doug says, "east of the house, I imagine" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Avzin type #cl and then your text" | ||||
| Doug says, "or the cellar" | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "s then e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Shore of the Wabe Floyd | From far off to the west you can hear the toves calling, a sad, lonely Floyd | sound, punctuated only by their happy cries of greeting when they Floyd | encounter one another. The pink mist of the wabe quietly drifts by, Floyd | occasionally lapping up on shore in billows of sweet-smelling fog. Floyd | Above, the suns gently glow. Along the shore to the north is a Floyd | chicken-wire enclosure, and to the south is a small wooden structure. Floyd | The sand gives way to grass along the path back to your house in the Floyd | east. Floyd | Floyd | In Front of House Floyd | You feel happy here in front of your house. The coat of white paint on Floyd | the house was recently retouched, and your father has planted flowers Floyd | in the window boxes. You can hear the mournful calling of the toves in Floyd | the wabe to the west, and there are bare paths worn into the dirt Floyd | around the corners of the house to the northeast and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I don't think there is an east of house." | |||
| EmacsUser says, "You can use any suitably unambigous abbreviation for the channel name." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Avzin), "Yeah, #CL WHATEVER will work the first time, then ;WHATEVER once you've established that you want to be on the #CLUBFLOYD channel." | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North of House Floyd | This is a small grassy area, mostly occupied by the pen for your Floyd | family's raths. The pen is made of wickerwork, widely spaced, allowing Floyd | light and air to pass through while keeping the raths in. Floyd | Floyd | The pen is closed. You can see something inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "open pen then enter pen then close pen" | ||||
Floyd | You open the rath pen. Floyd | You get into the rath pen. Floyd | Floyd | North of House (in the rath pen) Floyd | This is a small grassy area, mostly occupied by the pen for your Floyd | family's raths. The pen is made of wickerwork, widely spaced, allowing Floyd | light and air to pass through while keeping the raths in. Floyd | Floyd | Light filters in through the holes in the woven walls. Twin perches Floyd | hang opposite each other in the pen. The door stands wide open. Floyd | Floyd | The mome rath named Blue flaps wildly inside the pen. Floyd | Floyd | The mome rath named Red sits on his perch, almost smiling at you. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the pen is a rope hanging from the ceiling. Floyd | You close the rath pen. Floyd | Floyd | > | Avzin says, "Thanks; I want a turn next please." | |||
| Doug says, "WHATEVER" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of Avzin), "A turn in the game, or to play a different game?" | ||||
| minghua says, "I'll try feed Blue with the borogove food first..." | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "give food to blue" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to minghua), "heh" | |||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a tool box (which is open) Floyd | four tools: Floyd | a screwdriver Floyd | a hammer Floyd | a pipe wrench Floyd | a file Floyd | a bag of borogove feed Floyd | a skimmer Floyd | a hook attachment Floyd | some strange scales Floyd | a worn tablet Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North of House (in the rath pen) Floyd | This is a small grassy area, mostly occupied by the pen for your Floyd | family's raths. The pen is made of wickerwork, widely spaced, allowing Floyd | light and air to pass through while keeping the raths in. Floyd | Floyd | Light filters in through the holes in the woven walls. Twin perches Floyd | hang opposite each other in the pen. The door is latched shut. Floyd | Floyd | The mome rath named Blue flaps wildly inside the pen. Floyd | Floyd | The mome rath named Red sits on his perch, almost smiling at you. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the pen is a rope hanging from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "x blue" | ||||
Floyd | Mome raths are generally friendly birds, but Blue's always been a bit Floyd | wary of humans. Sure, she'll accept food, but she's nowhere near as Floyd | affectionate as her brother Red; you usually have to treat her a bit Floyd | rougher. At the moment, she's panicking, flying around in a blind Floyd | panic, bumping into the wicker walls of the pen. She's so panicked, Floyd | she's not even outgribing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "feed blue" | ||||
Floyd | (with the rath pen) Floyd | The blue mome rath isn't interested in eating the rath pen. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "feed blue with food" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Haha. Whoops." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in bag" | ||||
Floyd | The bag of borogove feed is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | minghua says, "Ah." | |||
| Avzin says, "The latter, Jacqueline." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Avzin), "Okay. Well, we kind of have Floyd reserved every Saturday at this time. When we're done with this game, though, you can play with Floyd. :)" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Well, maybe put Blue in the bag and hit her around the pen until she cheers up?" | ||||
| minghua says, "Okay, I'm out of ideas so far." | ||||
| minghua says (to Floyd), "catch blue" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take blue with net" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to catch the blue mome rath with? Floyd | Floyd | > | Doug says, "still more to explore" | |||
Floyd | (first taking the net attachment) Floyd | You remove the net attachment from the pole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | North of House Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take blue with skimmer" | ||||
Floyd | She's flying slowly enough, but that's not the best tool for the job. Floyd | Too long. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Okay, sorry." | |||
| Doug says, "that's what SHE said" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take blue with bag" | ||||
Floyd | She's flying slowly enough, but that's not exactly a good tool for the Floyd | job. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove net" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the net attachment) Floyd | You remove the net attachment from the pole. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take blue with net" | ||||
Floyd | You aim carefully, and swing the net. You catch Blue with ease. She Floyd | calms down as she realizes that she's both trapped and not in Floyd | immediate danger, so you carefully release her onto a perch, where she Floyd | begins to sullenly outgribe, cooing to communicate with far off raths. Floyd | Floyd | The tablet shivers in your hands. Floyd | Floyd | You hear the faint sound of a pen scratching on paper, and the stone Floyd | tablet shivers in your hands once more. You look down to discover that Floyd | it seems to have switched to the next stanza of the poem, and is once Floyd | again filled with blank lines. Floyd | Floyd | > | zarf says, "okay" | |||
| Doug says, "yay" | ||||
| EmacsUser exclaims, "Woohoo!" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x tablet" | ||||
Floyd | The tablet is made of some sort of worn stone, pitted and etched by Floyd | the elements. In the upper left corner is the Roman numeral II. Below, Floyd | there is a pattern of lines and letters, like so: Floyd | Floyd | "_____ ___ __________, __ ___! Floyd | ___ ____ ____ ____, ___ _____ ____ _____! Floyd | ______ ___ ______ ____, ___ ____ Floyd | ___ ________ ____________! Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "> shun frumious bandersnatch" | |||
| DavidW says, "I think we can now enter the house." | ||||
| zarf says, "and now go into the house, I guess" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x blue" | ||||
Floyd | Mome raths are generally friendly birds, but Blue's always been a bit Floyd | wary of humans. Sure, she'll accept food, but she's nowhere near as Floyd | affectionate as her brother Red; you usually have to treat her a bit Floyd | rougher. Right now, she's calm, or at least as calm as Blue ever gets. Floyd | However, she still eyes you a bit suspiciously. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Someone drive." | |||
| Doug says, ">stand awhile in thought" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You can't get out of the closed rath pen. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open pen. out. close pen." | ||||
Floyd | You open the rath pen. Floyd | You get out of the rath pen. Floyd | Floyd | North of House Floyd | This is a small grassy area, mostly occupied by the pen for your Floyd | family's raths. The pen is made of wickerwork, widely spaced, allowing Floyd | light and air to pass through while keeping the raths in. Floyd | Floyd | The pen stands open. Luckily, your raths are well-trained enough that Floyd | they don't try to escape. Floyd | You close the rath pen. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says (to Doug), "uffish thought comes later." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | In Front of House Floyd | You feel happy here in front of your house. The coat of white paint on Floyd | the house was recently retouched, and your father has planted flowers Floyd | in the window boxes. You can hear the mournful calling of the toves in Floyd | the wabe to the west, and there are bare paths worn into the dirt Floyd | around the corners of the house to the northeast and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | You enter the house, where you will encounter your father, a cat, a Floyd | bird, and a beast, then begin your journey into the forest, where you Floyd | will meet three aspects of Lewis Carroll and defeat the Jabberwock. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** To be continued... *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT? Floyd | > | zarf says, "my" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "about" | ||||
Floyd | Please give one of the answers above. Floyd | > | DavidW says, "PLEASE BE CONTINUED!!" | |||
| Jacqueline exclaims, "Indeed!" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Intro to Jabberwocky Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE to continue.] | ||||
| EmacsUser pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | What a bother. Father says that some thing has happened to all of your Floyd | family's animals, all at the same time, and he's sent you out to care Floyd | for them, almost before brillig. Oh, well. It should be a quick job, Floyd | and then you can eat breakfast and relax. Floyd | Floyd | INTRO TO JABBERWOCKY Floyd | The First Stanza of an Interactive Poem Floyd | Copyright (c) 2004 by Gregory Weir Floyd | Type HELP for credits, information, and assistance. Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 040714 / Inform v6.30 Library 6/11 S Floyd | Floyd | Shore of the Wabe Floyd | From far off to the west you can hear the toves calling, a sad, lonely Floyd | sound, punctuated only by their happy cries of greeting when they Floyd | encounter one another. The pink mist of the wabe quietly drifts by, Floyd | occasionally lapping up on shore in billows of sweet-smelling fog. Floyd | Above, the suns gently glow. Along the shore to the north is a Floyd | chicken-wire enclosure, and to the south is a small wooden structure. Floyd | The sand gives way to grass along the path back to your house in the Floyd | east. Floyd | Floyd | A worn tablet lies here, half-buried in the sand. Floyd | Floyd | > | Roger says, "You can probably UNDO then ABOUT. Or that." | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Oh." | ||||
| Roger disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | DavidW asks, "gonna read the About now?" | |||
| Doug asks, "2004?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "If that's okay." | ||||
| DavidW says, "sure" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "about" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Jabberwocky Help Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd | Floyd | What would you like help with? Floyd | Floyd | > About this game Floyd | How to play Floyd | Who was Lewis Carroll? Floyd | Hints for this stanza Floyd | Read the poem Floyd | | ||||
| EmacsUser presses the yellow enter button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | This game was written in Inform by Gregory Weir. It is my first game, Floyd | and this intro was released for the 2004 IntroComp. Floyd | Floyd | Thanks to my great beta-testers: Don Weir, Xenia Kramida, Niall Floyd | Richard Murphy, Robert DeFord, Greg Boettcher, Jessica Knoch, Cedric Floyd | Knight, Graham Holden, Ross Presser, and Tommy Herbert. Floyd | Floyd | The game is based on the poem "Jabberwocky", by Lewis Carroll, aka Floyd | Rev. Charles Dodgson. The poem was originally released on its own, and Floyd | was then incorporated into Through the Looking Glass. In that book, Floyd | Humpty-Dumpty gave his own interpretation of the poem in that novel, Floyd | but who's about to listen to an unstable old egg? Floyd | Floyd | A short bibliography: Floyd | The Annotated Alice Gardner, Martin (editor). W.W. Norton & Company, Floyd | 2000. Floyd | Lewis Carroll Kelly, Richard. G.K. Hall & Co., 1977. Floyd | Lewis Carroll: A Portrait With Background Thomas, Donald. John Murray Floyd | Ltd., 1996. Floyd | Most of the rest of the sources used to create this work can be found Floyd | at Floyd | [LINK],_Lew Floyd | is/ . Floyd | Floyd | Please enjoy. To contact the author, write weirga@rose-hulman.edu. Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | Doug says, "for some reason I thought this was from this year's IntroComp" | |||
| EmacsUser pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Jabberwocky Help Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd | Floyd | What would you like help with? Floyd | Floyd | > About this game Floyd | How to play Floyd | Who was Lewis Carroll? Floyd | Hints for this stanza Floyd | Read the poem Floyd | | Jacqueline says (to Doug), "Nah, we're playing older ones to generate interest in this year's (and perhaps remind older authors to get back to it)." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "p" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Jabberwocky Help Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd | Floyd | What would you like help with? Floyd | Floyd | About this game Floyd | How to play Floyd | Who was Lewis Carroll? Floyd | Hints for this stanza Floyd | > Read the poem Floyd | | Jacqueline says, "This one won the year it was entered, though." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "p" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Jabberwocky Help Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd | Floyd | What would you like help with? Floyd | Floyd | About this game Floyd | How to play Floyd | Who was Lewis Carroll? Floyd | > Hints for this stanza Floyd | Read the poem Floyd | | Roger says, "Looked cleverly written, from what I saw of it." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "p" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Jabberwocky Help Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd | Floyd | What would you like help with? Floyd | Floyd | About this game Floyd | How to play Floyd | > Who was Lewis Carroll? Floyd | Hints for this stanza Floyd | Read the poem Floyd | | DavidW says, "The author has written other games, although several of them aren't IF. Or, at least, not text." | |||
| EmacsUser presses the yellow enter button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Lewis Carroll's real name was Rev. Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. His life Floyd | is a bit of a mystery to modern-day biographers because of his Floyd | Victorian attitude of hiding his innermost thoughts. His diaries are Floyd | complete and well-written, but they mostly tell of events, not of Floyd | feelings. In addition, a large portion of the diaries are missing, Floyd | either lost or hidden by his modern-day relatives. Floyd | Floyd | It is important to state that Dodgson did not use hallucinogenic drugs Floyd | at any time during his life. The mere idea would have repelled him. Floyd | Nor was he a pedophile, in the traditional sense of the word. Despite Floyd | what he vaguely termed "unholy thoughts" at night, which he suppressed Floyd | by working out methematical problems in his head, he would have found Floyd | the idea of corrupting the innocence of his "child-friends" repugnant. Floyd | Indeed, it is likely that he was drawn to little girls because of Floyd | their apparent purity. A Victorian in every way, it appears that Floyd | thinking of sexual matters made him quite uncomfortable. Although the Floyd | matter is open to debate, it was said that he died a virgin. Floyd | Floyd | However, any biography, however short, of Dodgson must not avoid Floyd | mentioning his hobby of photography. Besides his photography of famous Floyd | literary personas and others, he also enjoyed taking pictures of his Floyd | "child-friends" "sans habiliment", as he liked to say. However, the Floyd | girls' mothers were almost invariably present, and Dodgson himself Floyd | once said that there was no greater sin than to try to force a girl Floyd | into posing nude. Indeed, later accounts by Dodgson's models state Floyd | that the only discomfort the girls felt was boredom, because it was Floyd | much more interesting when Dodgson dressed them up in costume! Floyd | Floyd | It is likely that we will never truly understand Dodgson, but perhaps Floyd | this game can be a bit of an insight into one way his mind may have Floyd | worked. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | Jacqueline says (to Roger), "Yeah, I was sad to not see more of this one for sure." | |||
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