  
 
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 Hunter, In Darkness, written by Andrew Plotkin. Hunter, In Darkness was originally released as part of the 1999 Interactive Fiction Competition, where it took eighth place. It went on to be nominated for Xyzzy Awards in the categories of Best Individual Puzzle, Best Setting, Best Individual NPC, and Best Use of Medium. It ultimately won Xyzzies for Best Individual Puzzle and Best Setting. You can learn more about the game, including how to download it, by visiting the ifWiki.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. |
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| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "load hunterdarkness" | ||||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| EmacsUser presses the yellow enter button. | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter, : Floyd | : In Darkness : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| EmacsUser presses the yellow enter button. | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Hunter, in Darkness Floyd | A Cave Crawl by "Dave Ahl Jr." (Andrew Plotkin) Floyd | First-time players should type "about". Floyd | Release 4 / Serial number 991119 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/9 Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Nearly -- nearly. The animal stink is rank and close. You raise your Floyd | crossbow, try to peer beyond dark, wet stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "about" | ||||||
Floyd | "This game was conceived of and fully outlined in early June of 1999." Floyd | Floyd | And it was, too. All that discussion of compassless games, and mazes, Floyd | and whether "Hunt the Wumpus" was really IF, made me giggle. I already Floyd | had this on the drawing board. I didn't start any of that discussion, Floyd | either -- although I contributed a few comments that I knew would turn Floyd | out relevant. Floyd | Floyd | Hunter, in Darkness came in eighth in the 1999 Interactive Fiction Floyd | Competition. I might perhaps have done better if I'd included a Floyd | walkthrough, or hints. Never know now, eh? Floyd | Floyd | I'm not including hints now, because this is no longer a Competition Floyd | game. Different strictures apply. You can easily find a walkthrough, Floyd | or ask for help. However, I will say this: Floyd | Floyd | No serious mapping is necessary, or even useful, in playing this game. Floyd | If you think you need to start drawing a map, you're wrong. Floyd | Floyd | Type "credits" for full accreditation. Floyd | Floyd | Hunter, in Darkness is copyright 1999 by Andrew Plotkin, Floyd | <erkyrath@netcom.com>. Comments and bug reports are welcome. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying your crossbow (loaded with a bolt), a thighband with Floyd | four bolts (strapped to your leg), and a brightly-glowing lamplens (on Floyd | your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | Something shifts in the darkness ahead, a great silent bulk. Your Floyd | prey. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x prey" | ||||||
Floyd | You can see nothing of it; only a sense of movement, back and forth, Floyd | in the depths of the cave ahead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying your crossbow (loaded with a bolt), a thighband with Floyd | four bolts (strapped to your leg), and a brightly-glowing lamplens (on Floyd | your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | A faint rustling echoes deep in the side chamber, and the laughing Floyd | chitter of bats. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||||
Floyd | You're tired and covered with mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x mud" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x lens" | ||||||
Floyd | A clear glareless light pours from the lamp's curved face. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "Back." | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "Cool. We just started." | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | You glance around again. The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding Floyd | around folds of limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and Floyd | there is a side chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | A low passage descends out of sight on the right. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | A high chamber lies to your left. You cannot see its far side, but the Floyd | rustle of cave bats drifts from the darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Use f rather than wf, please." | |||||
| Binder says, "oh all right" | ||||||
| Atrilla asks, "What wf does?" | ||||||
| Binder asks, "right, perhaps?" | ||||||
| Binder says, "to avoid bats" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "wf hides your command." | ||||||
| Binder says, "YM 'wf makes less scroll' ;)" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "It's useful for werewolf (Floyd will whisper back), but can be confusing in Club Floyd." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "ok." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "So, let's get eat by a grue." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "*eaten" | ||||||
| EmacsUser exclaims (at Atrilla), "Take it away!" | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | The passage drops off suddenly, ending in a deep pit. The sides are Floyd | steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble down, but you Floyd | make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x pit" | ||||||
Floyd | The pit is edged in veined, knotted flowstone. A stiff climb, Floyd | considering its steepness, but possible -- in descent. Floyd | Floyd | You can make out a ledge far below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x ledge" | ||||||
Floyd | The ledge is deep in the pit's darkness. You can see no details. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x sides" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying your crossbow (loaded with a bolt), a thighband with Floyd | four bolts (strapped to your leg), and a brightly-glowing lamplens (on Floyd | your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x bow" | ||||||
Floyd | The crossbow is well-designed enough to be simple. Laminated Floyd | leaf-laths, fiber string, and a cocking lever that runs the full Floyd | length of the stock. Floyd | Floyd | The bow is loaded with a bolt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||||
Floyd | You're tired and covered with mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x band" | ||||||
Floyd | It's a long band of heavy leather, with side straps, woven into a Floyd | foot-long tube. The four bolts inside are secure yet easily slid out, Floyd | and the whole is strapped comfortably to your leg. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "ah, my natural state of being" | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Binder), "You can jump in too." | ||||||
Binder says, "Floyd | You're tired and covered with mud." | Binder says, "I am content to watch Atrilla drive." | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "Oh, ha, sorry. I thought you meant ``zoned.''" | ||||||
| Binder says (to EmacsUser), "I have many natural states, apparently." | ||||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | You stand at the bottom of a rising passage. Before you is a deep pit. Floyd | The sides are steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble Floyd | down, but you make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla asks, "Jump onto the ledge?" | |||||
| Binder says, "sure, what's the worst that could happen" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "Death, but sure." | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "jump to ledge" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "jump on ledge" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "jump ledge" | ||||||
Floyd | The ledge is far out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder asks (of Atrilla), "maybe just 'down' gets us there?" | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You sit at the edge, turn, catch, and hang full-length against the Floyd | wall. There ought to be a foothold... Floyd | Floyd | Well, perhaps not. You slam into the ledge and lean into stone, face Floyd | and belly, trying not to slide any farther. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | After a moment you retake your balance, and turn. This ledge is barely Floyd | two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like it's angled slightly Floyd | outward. The pit stretches above and below you; but you can see no way Floyd | to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle arc hangs across the pit, well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Ah." | |||||
| Atrilla says, "Good call." | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x arc" | ||||||
Floyd | It's a rope. Someone must have been trying to cross the pit. Yes, you Floyd | can make out the side passages now -- dark patches in the walls above Floyd | you. The rope seems to be tied to a pillar by one; the other end is Floyd | wound around an opposite pillar, hooked precariously by something Floyd | white and curved. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "that's interesting" | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x white" | ||||||
Floyd | Long, curved, white -- it's a claw, a broken-off claw of the beast Floyd | that you seek. The rope is tied to it, and the makeshift grapple is Floyd | wound precariously around a pillar by the right passage, above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||||
Floyd | Stone-silence. Water drips somewhere. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "sniff" | ||||||
Floyd | The air smells of old mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "look down" | ||||||
Floyd | You can make out the pit floor. It's only two or three body-lengths Floyd | down; but the stone formations directly below you look vicious. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "pull rope" | ||||||
Floyd | Even at the center of its arc, the rope is fifteen feet above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "exits on" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "exits" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | This ledge is barely two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like Floyd | it's angled slightly outward. The pit stretches above and below you; Floyd | but you can see no way to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A rope hangs across the pit, a gentle arc well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | Both side passages are well above you, and a fair distance around the Floyd | pit wall as well. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla asks, "Did we moved?" | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "I think not." | ||||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | This ledge is barely two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like Floyd | it's angled slightly outward. The pit stretches above and below you; Floyd | but you can see no way to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A rope hangs across the pit, a gentle arc well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "signs point to no" | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "think" | ||||||
Floyd | That's your job. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder LAUGHS | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "Heh." | ||||||
| Binder says, "this IF has high expectations of its players" | ||||||
| Atrilla nods. | ||||||
| Binder says, "if we had a rope and grapnel hook, we could get up there ... to that rope and grapnel hook" | ||||||
| EmacsUser asks, "Can we dare >DOWN ?" | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "shoot rope with bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | The crossbow isn't cocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "oh, that's an idea. maybe we have precise shot and can split the rope" | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cock bow" | ||||||
Floyd | You pull down the lever, winching the string back until it locks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "cock bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | Don't be absurd. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "Yeah, down might even gives us more map." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "shoot rope with bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | Tunk. Well shot -- the bolt catches the rope neatly in the center, Floyd | whipping it upward before shearing through. The ends dance like mad Floyd | snakes, then settle. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "WOOT" | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "I wanted to make a pun on ``long shot,'' but my wit is failing me." | ||||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | This ledge is barely two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like Floyd | it's angled slightly outward. The pit stretches above and below you; Floyd | but you can see no way to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | Two ends of a rope hang down the pit walls, above you and to either Floyd | side of the ledge. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says (to Atrilla), "Wow. Nice shot." | |||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "climb rope" | ||||||
Floyd | You move to the extreme right side of the ledge and stretch, but the Floyd | cut end of the rope is too far up and out. The left end is no better. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "dang [note my working to keep this transcript sfw]" | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "load bow" | ||||||
Floyd | You need to be holding the bolt before you can put it into something Floyd | else. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says (to Binder), "'Tis appreciated." | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | You slide a bolt from your thighband. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says (to EmacsUser), "evidently my other other natural state is one of foul invective" | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "load bow" | ||||||
Floyd | You put the bolt into the crossbow. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "We probably should have aimed at the fang, not the rope itself." | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "Mm." | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "cock bow" | ||||||
Floyd | You pull down the lever, winching the string back until it locks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "shoot rope with bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | Tunk. Your bolt brushes the dangling rope, which dances gently. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "We are not very far in, so we always have restart if we feel we need it." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "I will try to save some too." | |||||
| EmacsUser clears the save counter. | EmacsUser says, "In fact," | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "shoot fang with bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | Tunk. The bolt rattles among the blades and is lost. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Oh." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||||
Floyd | You back along the ledge, then take a long step and leap... Floyd | Floyd | The cut end of the rope brushes your fingers, but you have no chance Floyd | to grab it. You twist, plummet, and are impaled on sharp stone. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "I think it interpreted ``fang'' as the knives of stone below us." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla exclaims, "AHA!" | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x grapple" | ||||||
Floyd | Long, curved, white -- it's a claw, a broken-off claw of the creature Floyd | that you seek. Half the rope is still tied to it, and the makeshift Floyd | grapple is wound precariously around a pillar by the right passage, Floyd | above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "missed it by THAT much" | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "shoot grapple with bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | Tunk. Well shot -- the claw is dislodged, whirls furiously around the Floyd | pillar, and falls free. Its half of the rope snakes down into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "climb down rope" | ||||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to climb the pit below. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "well poop. I guess we do that before splitting the rope" | |||||
| Binder says, "I guess I mean 'instead of'" | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | This ledge is barely two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like Floyd | it's angled slightly outward. The pit stretches above and below you; Floyd | but you can see no way to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | Half a rope hangs down the pit wall to your left. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser looks up the cruelty rating. | |||||
| Atrilla asks, "So, restart?" | ||||||
| Binder says, "sure" | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to restart? | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "space" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter, : Floyd | : In Darkness : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "space" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Hunter, in Darkness Floyd | A Cave Crawl by "Dave Ahl Jr." (Andrew Plotkin) Floyd | First-time players should type "about". Floyd | Release 4 / Serial number 991119 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/9 Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Nearly -- nearly. The animal stink is rank and close. You raise your Floyd | crossbow, try to peer beyond dark, wet stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | You glance around again. The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding Floyd | around folds of limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and Floyd | there is a side chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | Something shifts in the darkness ahead, a great silent bulk. Your Floyd | prey. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | The passage drops off suddenly, ending in a deep pit. The sides are Floyd | steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble down, but you Floyd | make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You sit at the edge, turn, catch, and hang full-length against the Floyd | wall. There ought to be a foothold... Floyd | Floyd | Well, perhaps not. You slam into the ledge and lean into stone, face Floyd | and belly, trying not to slide any farther. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | After a moment you retake your balance, and turn. This ledge is barely Floyd | two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like it's angled slightly Floyd | outward. The pit stretches above and below you; but you can see no way Floyd | to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle arc hangs across the pit, well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "cock bow" | ||||||
Floyd | You pull down the lever, winching the string back until it locks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "shoot grapple with bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | Tunk. Well shot -- the claw is dislodged, whirls furiously around the Floyd | pillar, and falls free. The rope swings down past you and hangs to Floyd | your left, claw still tied to the end. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Huh, that's cool. For future reference you can also ``press space'' or ``press enter'' (without the preceing ``f '')." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "climb down rope" | ||||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to climb the pit below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x rope" | ||||||
Floyd | It's a rope. Someone must have been trying to cross the pit. Yes, you Floyd | can make out the side passages now -- dark patches in the walls above Floyd | you. The rope seems to be tied to a pillar by one; the other end is Floyd | wound around an opposite pillar, hooked precariously by something Floyd | white and curved. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "And for saving, just ``press save''" | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "climb rope" | ||||||
Floyd | Even at the center of its arc, the rope is fifteen feet above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says (to atrilla), "you undo the shot" | |||||
| Binder says, "er, undid" | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "shoot grapple with bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | Tunk. Well shot -- the claw is dislodged, whirls furiously around the Floyd | pillar, and falls free. The rope swings down past you and hangs to Floyd | your left, claw still tied to the end. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "climb rope" | ||||||
Floyd | You breathe a moment; only one chance at this. Floyd | Floyd | A step and a leap, and you clutch the rope. It's slicker than you Floyd | expected; chilly and damp. Perhaps a bit of mold, you think Floyd | abstractedly, as your hands slip, and catch, and slip again -- Floyd | Floyd | Ouch. You've fetched up against the knot at the bottom of the rope; Floyd | and the claw is biting into your hand. Razor-edged on the inside. You Floyd | hope you never run into one of these alive -- ow. You've slipped Floyd | again, and now both your hands are clamped around the claw, and your Floyd | full weight is on them. Floyd | Floyd | Hanging From a Rope Floyd | You are dangling at the end of the rope, against a sheer stone wall. Floyd | Directly below you are vicious stone blades, and the claw you hang Floyd | from is slowly slicing into your palms, and it hurts... Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Eek." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x wall" | ||||||
Floyd | Limestone, streaked and banded, rippled and bulged and twisted like Floyd | the flesh of some living thing. You've seen many caves before, but the Floyd | beauty never wearies. Floyd | Floyd | Your fingers slip, and the claw-edge cuts a little deeper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Hanging From a Rope Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You couldn't even hold in place on the rope, and that was before your Floyd | hands were cut bloody. Climbing is impossible. Floyd | Floyd | Your fingers slip, and the claw-edge cuts a little deeper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Hanging From a Rope Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "swing" | ||||||
Floyd | (yourself) Floyd | You lurch yourself to the side, kick at the wall, and manage to set Floyd | yourself swinging. The pain is amazing, but you have a chance at Floyd | missing the stone blades now. Floyd | Floyd | Your fingers slip, and the claw-edge cuts a little deeper. Floyd | Floyd | You swing along the wall, fingers screaming at the extra strain. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser exclaims, "Nice!" | |||||
| EmacsUser asks, ">jump ?" | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "Shure." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||||
Floyd | You twist back, forth, back, increasing your swing. Now -- you're Floyd | rising away from the spires, which look sharper than ever -- you let Floyd | go of the claw, finally, the pain nearly stops -- and you drop -- Floyd | | ||||||
| EmacsUser presses the yellow enter button. | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Pit Floyd | You begin to drag yourself up. Ah -- no, you won't be putting any Floyd | weight on your hands. They're badly torn up, and bleeding freely. Floyd | Floyd | This is the bottom of a wide pit. The walls are entirely unclimbable, Floyd | of course. The floor is rippled and uneven, rising to sharp blades of Floyd | stone near the edge. Mud and pebbles are strewn everywhere, but Floyd | there's no standing water, so -- yes -- a narrow crawl leads down in Floyd | the far corner. Floyd | Floyd | A twisted shape lies nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x shape" | ||||||
Floyd | It's human. Floyd | Floyd | And it's been here a long time. He has, you think... or she, for all Floyd | you know. There's little left to recall this broken shape to past Floyd | life. The bones lie crumpled, clad in tatters of chewed black flesh. Floyd | The clothes have fared somewhat better -- some resistant fiber -- but Floyd | even they are brittle and rent. Floyd | Floyd | A bat flutters down from overhead. And another. You wave your arms, Floyd | but they're keeping their distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "get bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | You slide a bolt from your thighband. Floyd | Floyd | Blood continues to trickle down your fingers. Floyd | Floyd | More bats gather. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "load bow" | ||||||
Floyd | You put the bolt into the crossbow. Floyd | Floyd | You are starting to feel quite chill and distant. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "cock bow" | ||||||
Floyd | You pull down the lever, winching the string back until it locks. Floyd | Floyd | A stream of bats flickers overhead, around, never settling. You wave Floyd | again. They seem more attracted than frightened by your hand. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Wait, we need to stop the bleeding." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying your crossbow (loaded and cocked), a thighband with Floyd | three bolts (strapped to your leg), and a cracked but still glowing Floyd | lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "tie clothes to hands" | ||||||
Floyd | You need to be holding the rags before you can put them on top of Floyd | something else. Floyd | Floyd | Something moves on the ground nearby. You twist around violently, but Floyd | it's not approaching you; the bat is crouched over the blood-stained Floyd | stone where you fell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "remove cloths" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "remove clothes" | ||||||
Floyd | (first taking the rags) Floyd | The old fiber tears without too much strain. You manage to rip loose Floyd | some strips from the loose hems, lying clear of the corpse. What Floyd | remains behind, stained with old decay, you'd just as soon not touch. Floyd | Floyd | You shake your head to disperse the cold mist, and start to rub your Floyd | eyes. It doesn't help, except to smear blood all over your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "tie clothes to hands" | ||||||
Floyd | (the cloth strips) Floyd | You quickly bind up your hands with the cloth. It stanches the Floyd | bleeding, at least. You only hope that you can get to better care Floyd | before infection sets in. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "I am worried that our bloodiness is going to draw things." | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "But anyway, carry on." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "Hmmm." | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Pit Floyd | This is the bottom of a wide pit. The walls are entirely unclimbable, Floyd | of course. The floor is rippled and uneven, rising to sharp blades of Floyd | stone near the edge. Mud and pebbles are strewn everywhere, but Floyd | there's no standing water, so -- yes -- a narrow crawl leads down in Floyd | the far corner. Floyd | Floyd | Bats flutter everywhere, just overhead. Floyd | Floyd | A twisted corpse lies nearby. Floyd | Floyd | The bats seem less agitated now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x corpse" | ||||||
Floyd | There's little left to recall this broken shape to past life. The Floyd | bones lie crumpled, clad in tatters of chewed black flesh and torn Floyd | rags. Floyd | Floyd | A bat darts towards your face, and quickly away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "search it" | ||||||
Floyd | You see no gear or equipment on the corpse. Floyd | Floyd | You're starting to feel a bit less shaky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "move corpse" | ||||||
Floyd | You have no desire at all to touch the thing. Man. Person. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "get bone" | ||||||
Floyd | You have no desire at all to touch the thing. Man. Person. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "clean face" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "clean blood" | ||||||
Floyd | That hurts. A lot. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Oh, clean -> rub." | |||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Pit Floyd | This is the bottom of a wide pit. The walls are entirely unclimbable, Floyd | of course. The floor is rippled and uneven, rising to sharp blades of Floyd | stone near the edge. Mud and pebbles are strewn everywhere, but Floyd | there's no standing water, so -- yes -- a narrow crawl leads down in Floyd | the far corner. Floyd | Floyd | Bats flutter everywhere, just overhead. Floyd | Floyd | A twisted corpse lies nearby. Floyd | Floyd | You're feeling considerably better. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x light" | ||||||
Floyd | A dimming light gleams from the lamp's cracked face. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "The crawl? Or is there something we can do with the bats?" | |||||
| Binder says, "sorry, receiving NMI SIGWIFE, going afk for a time. good luck." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "Ah, Ok." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "Don't know if shooting is usefull." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "We can try, just to see what happens" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "ok." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf3" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "shoot bat" | ||||||
Floyd | Tunk. The aim is tricky; your bolt misses, and ricochets wildly around Floyd | the pit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||||
Floyd | bolt: Taken. Floyd | bats: The bats whirl away at your approach, staying just out of reach. Floyd | corpse: You have no desire at all to touch the thing. Man. Person. Floyd | crossbow: You already have that. Floyd | bolt: You slide a bolt from your thighband. Floyd | bolt: You slide a bolt from your thighband. Floyd | bolt: You slide the last bolt from your thighband. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Oops." | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf3" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x rocks" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x walls" | ||||||
Floyd | Limestone, streaked and banded, rippled and bulged and twisted like Floyd | the flesh of some living thing. You've seen many caves before, but the Floyd | beauty never wearies. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Pit Floyd | This is the bottom of a wide pit. The walls are entirely unclimbable, Floyd | of course. The floor is rippled and uneven, rising to sharp blades of Floyd | stone near the edge. Mud and pebbles are strewn everywhere, but Floyd | there's no standing water, so -- yes -- a narrow crawl leads down in Floyd | the far corner. Floyd | Floyd | Bats flutter everywhere, just overhead. Floyd | Floyd | A twisted corpse lies nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x pebbles" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "crawl" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You kneel, stiffly, and poke your head into the opening. It's tight, Floyd | and it looks like it gets tighter ahead. No help for it -- you crawl Floyd | inside, pushing the crossbow awkwardly ahead of you. Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | You're on your hands and knees in a throat of stone. The roof dips Floyd | even lower ahead. If you advance, it'll be squirming forwards on your Floyd | belly. And squirming backwards will be impossible, you think grimly. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "hehehe" | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You hunch your elbows beneath your chest, and wiggle forward on them, Floyd | into the gullet. Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | You stop, after a long silent time, to rest. Crawling is hard work, Floyd | you know well, and your aching shoulders and scraped knees attest to Floyd | it. But the crawl is no different here than anywhere. You have just Floyd | enough room to raise your head, and there's nothing to see ahead but Floyd | more stone to crawl through. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Um," | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You begin determinedly working yourself forward, again. Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | The rock is lower above you. And narrower; you're lying full length Floyd | now, your arms stretched out ahead, but still rough stone scrapes your Floyd | shoulders. And you seem to be angling a bit downwards. Floyd | Floyd | Icy water is trickling past you. Floyd | Floyd | Your lamp flickers erratically. The moisture must be getting to its Floyd | workings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "drink water" | ||||||
Floyd | You manage to lip a few drops from the stone. The water is muddy and Floyd | harsh. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "I feel like we're headed to a bad end." | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "foreward" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You continue. Scrabble with fingers, brace arms, push with toes. Shove Floyd | the crossbow a bit farther ahead. You're definitely tilted head-down Floyd | now. Is the stone pressing more tightly to either side of you? Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | You lie on your side, gasping, trying to recover some strength. Your Floyd | back is sore; your neck is worse. Your head aches from cracking into Floyd | unexpected stone. A cold stony knot presses into your left side, your Floyd | right knee. Floyd | Floyd | You stretch forward once more, feeling for a few more inches before Floyd | you continue. Floyd | Floyd | Splash. Floyd | Floyd | Your fingers are submerged in water. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "Possibly, possibly not." | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "drink water" | ||||||
Floyd | You manage to lip a few drops from the stone. The water is muddy and Floyd | harsh. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "feel water" | ||||||
Floyd | It's cold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "search water" | ||||||
Floyd | There's either a shallow puddle in the passage ahead... or more than Floyd | that. From where you lie, there is no way to tell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x knot" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x stone" | ||||||
Floyd | Limestone, streaked and banded, rippled and bulged and twisted like Floyd | the flesh of some living thing. You've seen many caves before, but the Floyd | beauty never wearies. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You stretch your hands forward, submerging them. Hunch, stretch. Floyd | Inchworm... inchworm... Floyd | Floyd | Your arms are submerged, and water ripples at your chin. No room to Floyd | lift your head. You turn your face to the side, cheek scraping against Floyd | the damn everpresent stone, and stretch again. Floyd | Floyd | Your lamp flickers once and goes out. Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | You are lying in cold still water. It licks at your cheek and arms, Floyd | and across the backs of your thighs. The chill makes your bruised Floyd | knees and chest hurt all the more; your neck screams from craning high Floyd | enough to breathe, but there is no room to sit up. No room to turn. No Floyd | room. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Well, to be stubborn," | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You struggle on. You hope the water grows no deeper. That thought Floyd | occupies you for a few more hunches, a few more stretches. Grow no Floyd | deeper. If the water grows deeper... Grow no deeper. You shake that Floyd | away, and nothing comes to replace it. Floyd | Floyd | You crawl on in the dark. The water grows no deeper. Floyd | Floyd | Maybe it's not as deep now? Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | Water trickles over your hands, but the floor must have risen; there Floyd | is less of it... a note of hope. But you cannot see. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "Definitly :)" | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You thrust your shoulders forward. They stick. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Eep." | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You push again. It's just this spot; your hands are free in a wider Floyd | area ahead. But immovable stone grates against your chest and Floyd | shoulders. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You've got one shoulder past the edge. The other is behind a corner of Floyd | stone, and you can't imagine how it's going to get through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You brace your legs as best you can, and shove futilely against the Floyd | trap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You brace your legs as best you can, and shove futilely against the Floyd | trap. Floyd | Floyd | You are never going to leave this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | Water trickles over your hands, but the floor must have risen; there Floyd | is less of it. But the roof lowers, and the crawl has become almost Floyd | impossibly tight. And you cannot see. Floyd | Floyd | The stone is not going to let you go. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "push stone" | ||||||
Floyd | You are unable to. Floyd | Floyd | You are never going to leave this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "back" | ||||||
Floyd | You try to shove yourself back, but you cannot move. Floyd | Floyd | It is dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x stone" | ||||||
Floyd | You can make out almost nothing in this dark. Floyd | Floyd | It is dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "sing" | ||||||
Floyd | Your singing is abominable. Floyd | Floyd | It is dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "dislodge stone" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "pull stone" | ||||||
Floyd | You are unable to. Floyd | Floyd | It is dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "force stone" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "hit stone" | ||||||
Floyd | There are better targets. Floyd | Floyd | It is dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying some cloth strips (tied around your wounded hands), Floyd | your crossbow (loaded and cocked), a thighband with three bolts Floyd | (strapped to your leg), and a cracked and darkened lamplens (on your Floyd | wrist). Floyd | Floyd | It is dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "move stone" | ||||||
Floyd | You are unable to. Floyd | Floyd | It is dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Hmm, there was slippery stuff on the rope. Not sure if that could have helped." | |||||
| Atrilla asks, "There was?" | ||||||
| EmacsUser nods. | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "untie cloth" | ||||||
Floyd | You're an unknown distance into the most exhausting tunnel-crawl you Floyd | can remember, and you want to start losing more blood? Floyd | Floyd | It is dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "Revert ok?" | |||||
| Atrilla says, "ok." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf3" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Pit Floyd | This is the bottom of a wide pit. The walls are entirely unclimbable, Floyd | of course. The floor is rippled and uneven, rising to sharp blades of Floyd | stone near the edge. Mud and pebbles are strewn everywhere, but Floyd | there's no standing water, so -- yes -- a narrow crawl leads down in Floyd | the far corner. Floyd | Floyd | Bats flutter everywhere, just overhead. Floyd | Floyd | A twisted corpse lies nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x rope" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Oh, hmm." | |||||
| EmacsUser asks, "Revert farther back, or another idea here?" | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "Or we should try to move the stone before forcing." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "cf1 was right before jumping, I think." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "Climbing down, I meen." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "Ok. Lets see what else we can turn up in this cave." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | This ledge is barely two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like Floyd | it's angled slightly outward. The pit stretches above and below you; Floyd | but you can see no way to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle arc hangs across the pit, well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Ohp." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "shhot grapple" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "shoot grapple" | ||||||
Floyd | Tunk. Well shot -- the claw is dislodged, whirls furiously around the Floyd | pillar, and falls free. The rope swings down past you and hangs to Floyd | your left, claw still tied to the end. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x rope" | ||||||
Floyd | The upper end of the rope is tied to a pillar by the left side Floyd | passage. The lower end, tied to the claw, dangles free. It hangs at Floyd | about waist-level, just beyond the left side of the ledge. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Ah. Here." | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "pull rope" | ||||||
Floyd | The rope hangs a bit too far beyond the ledge. It would be an easy Floyd | jump, but you can't simply grab it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||||
Floyd | You breathe a moment; only one chance at this. Floyd | Floyd | A step and a leap, and you clutch the rope. It's slicker than you Floyd | expected; chilly and damp. Perhaps a bit of mold, you think Floyd | abstractedly, as your hands slip, and catch, and slip again -- Floyd | Floyd | Ouch. You've fetched up against the knot at the bottom of the rope; Floyd | and the claw is biting into your hand. Razor-edged on the inside. You Floyd | hope you never run into one of these alive -- ow. You've slipped Floyd | again, and now both your hands are clamped around the claw, and your Floyd | full weight is on them. Floyd | Floyd | Hanging From a Rope Floyd | You are dangling at the end of the rope, against a sheer stone wall. Floyd | Directly below you are vicious stone blades, and the claw you hang Floyd | from is slowly slicing into your palms, and it hurts... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x rope" | ||||||
Floyd | It's an old rope. Somewhere above, it's tied to a stone pillar. At Floyd | your end, it's tied to a razor-like claw, and that's the end that's Floyd | got your attention. Floyd | Floyd | Your fingers slip, and the claw-edge cuts a little deeper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Hanging From a Rope Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla asks, "I can't see anything slipery on the rope. Probably our own blood?" | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "I was thinking what turns out to be the moldiness. So, no good." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "Ah, yes. "Perhaps a bit of mold"" | ||||||
| EmacsUser asks, "How about we explore the other way?" | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "get mold" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla asks, "What other way?" | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "At the beginning we can go left, I think." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "Ah. Yeah, shure. Restart away." | ||||||
| EmacsUser presses the yellow enter button. | ||||||
| EmacsUser presses the yellow enter button. | ||||||
Floyd | I beg your pardon? Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | I beg your pardon? Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "Um?" | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "Oh." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "Forgot the f before restart." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to restart? | ||||||
| EmacsUser presses the yellow enter button. | ||||||
| EmacsUser presses the yellow enter button. | ||||||
Floyd | Please answer yes or no.> Floyd | Please answer yes or no.> | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| EmacsUser presses the yellow enter button. | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter, : | ||||||
| EmacsUser presses the yellow enter button. | ||||||
Floyd | : In Darkness : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Hunter, in Darkness Floyd | A Cave Crawl by "Dave Ahl Jr." (Andrew Plotkin) Floyd | First-time players should type "about". Floyd | Release 4 / Serial number 991119 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/9 Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Nearly -- nearly. The animal stink is rank and close. You raise your Floyd | crossbow, try to peer beyond dark, wet stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Sorry for ruining the transcript." | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | You glance around again. The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding Floyd | around folds of limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and Floyd | there is a side chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | Something shifts in the darkness ahead, a great silent bulk. Your Floyd | prey. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | You advance into the chamber. A bat flutters in your face. You swipe Floyd | it away... and three more bats replace it. You duck, swearing; Floyd | swearing again at a sharp nip on your arm. Drew blood, it did. Floyd | Floyd | There is a rustling all around you. You try to remember what you know Floyd | about the habits of cave bats -- Floyd | Floyd | Oh. Floyd | Floyd | You scramble back, covering your eyes; too late. The swarm is on you, Floyd | harrying you, small teeth and shrieks like shards of glass. You cannot Floyd | see. You are running, stumbling ahead of the storm, and as you recall Floyd | what else you know of the hunting of bats, the floor drops away to Floyd | nothing beneath you -- Floyd | | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "press enter" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Pit Floyd | You roll painfully to hands and knees. Ah -- your arm nearly gives way Floyd | -- you realize you somehow tore hell out of it on the way down, or Floyd | landing. It's bleeding freely. Floyd | Floyd | This is the bottom of a wide pit. The walls are entirely unclimbable, Floyd | of course. The floor is rippled and uneven, rising to sharp blades of Floyd | stone near the edge. Mud and pebbles are strewn everywhere, but Floyd | there's no standing water, so -- yes -- a narrow crawl leads down in Floyd | the far corner. Floyd | Floyd | A twisted shape lies nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser exclaims, "Not this again!" | |||||
| Atrilla says, "Ah, two ways." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "So we ran into bats, which then chased us into the pit. Hmm." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to restart? | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "press enter" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "press enter" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter, : Floyd | : In Darkness : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Hunter, in Darkness Floyd | A Cave Crawl by "Dave Ahl Jr." (Andrew Plotkin) Floyd | First-time players should type "about". Floyd | Release 4 / Serial number 991119 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/9 Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Nearly -- nearly. The animal stink is rank and close. You raise your Floyd | crossbow, try to peer beyond dark, wet stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | Something shifts in the darkness ahead, a great silent bulk. Your Floyd | prey. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | You glance around again. The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding Floyd | around folds of limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and Floyd | there is a side chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Aha." | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You creep up the passage, as stealthily as you can. It must be Floyd | retreating ahead, for you see only empty stone, though the smell grows Floyd | harsher... Floyd | Floyd | And the eyes of the beast are on you, and claws come out of the night. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "space" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter, : Floyd | : In Darkness : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "space" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Hunter, in Darkness Floyd | A Cave Crawl by "Dave Ahl Jr." (Andrew Plotkin) Floyd | First-time players should type "about". Floyd | Release 4 / Serial number 991119 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/9 Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Nearly -- nearly. The animal stink is rank and close. You raise your Floyd | crossbow, try to peer beyond dark, wet stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Haha, this is not going well." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "cock bow" | ||||||
Floyd | You pull down the lever, winching the string back until it locks. Floyd | Floyd | Something shifts in the darkness ahead, a great silent bulk. Your Floyd | prey. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | You advance into the chamber. A bat flutters in your face. You swipe Floyd | it away... and three more bats replace it. You duck, swearing; Floyd | swearing again at a sharp nip on your arm. Drew blood, it did. Floyd | Floyd | There is a rustling all around you. You try to remember what you know Floyd | about the habits of cave bats -- Floyd | Floyd | Oh. Floyd | Floyd | You scramble back, covering your eyes; too late. The swarm is on you, Floyd | harrying you, small teeth and shrieks like shards of glass. You cannot Floyd | see. You are running, stumbling ahead of the storm, and as you recall Floyd | what else you know of the hunting of bats, the floor drops away to Floyd | nothing beneath you -- Floyd | | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "cock bow" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Pit Floyd | You roll painfully to hands and knees. Ah -- your arm nearly gives way Floyd | -- you realize you somehow tore hell out of it on the way down, or Floyd | landing. It's bleeding freely. Floyd | Floyd | This is the bottom of a wide pit. The walls are entirely unclimbable, Floyd | of course. The floor is rippled and uneven, rising to sharp blades of Floyd | stone near the edge. Mud and pebbles are strewn everywhere, but Floyd | there's no standing water, so -- yes -- a narrow crawl leads down in Floyd | the far corner. Floyd | Floyd | A twisted shape lies nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "hehe" | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||||
Floyd | Your arm is pretty torn up. Also, you're tired and covered with mud. Floyd | Floyd | A bat flutters down from overhead. And another. You wave your arms, Floyd | but they're keeping their distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "get clothes" | ||||||
Floyd | The old fiber tears without too much strain. You manage to rip loose Floyd | some strips from the loose hems, lying clear of the corpse. What Floyd | remains behind, stained with old decay, you'd just as soon not touch. Floyd | Floyd | Blood continues to trickle down your fingers. Floyd | Floyd | More bats gather. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "tie arm with clothes" | ||||||
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "wrap arm with clothes" | ||||||
Floyd | (the cloth strips) Floyd | You quickly bind up your arm with the cloth. It stanches the bleeding, Floyd | at least. You only hope that you can get to better care before Floyd | infection sets in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Pit Floyd | This is the bottom of a wide pit. The walls are entirely unclimbable, Floyd | of course. The floor is rippled and uneven, rising to sharp blades of Floyd | stone near the edge. Mud and pebbles are strewn everywhere, but Floyd | there's no standing water, so -- yes -- a narrow crawl leads down in Floyd | the far corner. Floyd | Floyd | Several bats flutter overhead. Floyd | Floyd | A twisted corpse lies nearby. Floyd | Floyd | The bats seem less agitated now. Floyd | Floyd | A stream of bats flickers overhead, around, never settling. You wave Floyd | again. They seem more attracted than frightened by your hand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x blades" | ||||||
Floyd | Water dripping down has left runnels across the floor, that rise by Floyd | some fluke into sharp spires by the edge of the pit. They rise like Floyd | the teeth of sharks; no doubt you slashed your arm on one as you fell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "kick blades" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "brake blades" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "hit blades" | ||||||
Floyd | The stone isn't thin enough to break. Floyd | Floyd | You're starting to feel a bit less shaky. Floyd | Floyd | Something moves on the ground nearby. You twist around violently, but Floyd | it's not approaching you; the bat is crouched over the blood-stained Floyd | stone where you fell. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "We might be able to shoot this one as it doesn't move." | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "Ok." | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "shoot bat" | ||||||
Floyd | Tunk. The aim is tricky; your bolt misses, and ricochets wildly around Floyd | the pit. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Heads up: I might lose my connection for a minute or two." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Bottom of Pit Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "ok." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "aim at bat" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Nope. Ok, sorry." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "get bat" | ||||||
Floyd | The bats whirl away at your approach, staying just out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Bottom of Pit Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "I'm wondering if using a bolt to dislodge the rock is anything but draming." | |||||
| Atrilla says, "*dreaming" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "Hmm. So the forward route tells us not to use a direct approach, and the left route teaches us about bats, which is knowledge that we used on the right route. So I think the right route is, well, the right one." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "But what to do about the stone I don't know." | ||||||
| Lionheart arrives, full of fun and funk. | EmacsUser says, "A theme so far is the cave, not the beast, harming us." | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "But how we can injure ourelve to get past the stone I don't know." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "Yeah." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "Er, ourselves." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "Perhalps is unnavoidable." | ||||||
| EmacsUser asks, "Hmm?" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying some cloth strips (tied around your wounded arm), Floyd | your crossbow (loaded and cocked), a thighband with four bolts Floyd | (strapped to your leg), and a cracked but still glowing lamplens (on Floyd | your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "untie band" | ||||||
Floyd | You unstrap the thighband. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x band" | ||||||
Floyd | It's a long band of heavy leather, with side straps, woven into a Floyd | foot-long tube. The four bolts inside are secure yet easily slid out, Floyd | and the whole can be strapped comfortably to your leg. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "I guess it might not be injury, but loss of inventory." | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "The title suggests the loss of our lamplens, which we saw, though it didn't help us." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "I'm drawing a blank regarding the thighband." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "Also, belated hi to Lionheart." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "That might be a required action to advance after we get the torso throught." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Atrilla), "Mm. Yes, maybe." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "Let's save and try to advance with it removed." | ||||||
| EmacsUser nods. Alright. | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf4" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Pit Floyd | This is the bottom of a wide pit. The walls are entirely unclimbable, Floyd | of course. The floor is rippled and uneven, rising to sharp blades of Floyd | stone near the edge. Mud and pebbles are strewn everywhere, but Floyd | there's no standing water, so -- yes -- a narrow crawl leads down in Floyd | the far corner. Floyd | Floyd | Bats flutter everywhere, just overhead. Floyd | Floyd | A twisted corpse lies nearby. Floyd | Floyd | You're feeling considerably better. Floyd | Floyd | A bat darts towards your face, and quickly away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You kneel, stiffly, and poke your head into the opening. It's tight, Floyd | and it looks like it gets tighter ahead. No help for it -- you crawl Floyd | inside, pushing the crossbow awkwardly ahead of you. Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | You're on your hands and knees in a throat of stone. The roof dips Floyd | even lower ahead. If you advance, it'll be squirming forwards on your Floyd | belly. And squirming backwards will be impossible, you think grimly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You can see no way through in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You hunch your elbows beneath your chest, and wiggle forward on them, Floyd | into the gullet. Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | You stop, after a long silent time, to rest. Crawling is hard work, Floyd | you know well, and your aching shoulders and scraped knees attest to Floyd | it. But the crawl is no different here than anywhere. You have just Floyd | enough room to raise your head, and there's nothing to see ahead but Floyd | more stone to crawl through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You begin determinedly working yourself forward, again. Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | The rock is lower above you. And narrower; you're lying full length Floyd | now, your arms stretched out ahead, but still rough stone scrapes your Floyd | shoulders. And you seem to be angling a bit downwards. Floyd | Floyd | Icy water is trickling past you. Floyd | Floyd | Your lamp flickers erratically. The moisture must be getting to its Floyd | workings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You continue. Scrabble with fingers, brace arms, push with toes. Shove Floyd | the crossbow a bit farther ahead. You're definitely tilted head-down Floyd | now. Is the stone pressing more tightly to either side of you? Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | You lie on your side, gasping, trying to recover some strength. Your Floyd | back is sore; your neck is worse. Your head aches from cracking into Floyd | unexpected stone. A cold stony knot presses into your left side, your Floyd | right knee. Floyd | Floyd | You stretch forward once more, feeling for a few more inches before Floyd | you continue. Floyd | Floyd | Splash. Floyd | Floyd | Your fingers are submerged in water. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You stretch your hands forward, submerging them. Hunch, stretch. Floyd | Inchworm... inchworm... Floyd | Floyd | Your arms are submerged, and water ripples at your chin. No room to Floyd | lift your head. You turn your face to the side, cheek scraping against Floyd | the damn everpresent stone, and stretch again. Floyd | Floyd | Your lamp flickers once and goes out. Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | You are lying in cold still water. It licks at your cheek and arms, Floyd | and across the backs of your thighs. The chill makes your bruised Floyd | knees and chest hurt all the more; your neck screams from craning high Floyd | enough to breathe, but there is no room to sit up. No room to turn. No Floyd | room. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You struggle on. You hope the water grows no deeper. That thought Floyd | occupies you for a few more hunches, a few more stretches. Grow no Floyd | deeper. If the water grows deeper... Grow no deeper. You shake that Floyd | away, and nothing comes to replace it. Floyd | Floyd | You crawl on in the dark. The water grows no deeper. Floyd | Floyd | Maybe it's not as deep now? Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | Water trickles over your hands, but the floor must have risen; there Floyd | is less of it... a note of hope. But you cannot see. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You thrust your shoulders forward. They stick. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf5" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Okay, now for our thinking caps." | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "backwards" | ||||||
Floyd | You shove yourself a few inches back, trying to adjust your position. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You thrust your shoulders forward. They stick. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying some cloth strips (tied around your wounded arm), Floyd | your crossbow (loaded and cocked), a thighband with four bolts, and a Floyd | cracked and darkened lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "open lamplens" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "remove lamplens" | ||||||
Floyd | You slip the lamplens from your wrist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You push again. It's just this spot; your hands are free in a wider Floyd | area ahead. But immovable stone grates against your chest and Floyd | shoulders. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x stone" | ||||||
Floyd | You can make out almost nothing in this dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "search stone" | ||||||
Floyd | You can make out almost nothing in this dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "fell walls" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "feel walls" | ||||||
Floyd | Cool damp stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||||
Floyd | There is no sound here but your labored breath. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||||||
Floyd | You have no breathing space. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "feel stone" | ||||||
Floyd | Cool damp stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "remove all" | ||||||
Floyd | crossbow: You already have that. Floyd | thighband: You already have that. Floyd | lamplens: You already have that. Floyd | bolt: You extract the bolt from the cocked crossbow. Floyd | bolt: You can't reach back to your leg with that much dexterity. Floyd | bolt: You can't reach back to your leg with that much dexterity. Floyd | bolt: You can't reach back to your leg with that much dexterity. Floyd | bolt: You can't reach back to your leg with that much dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||||||
Floyd | bolt: Dropped. Floyd | crossbow: You're not really holding the bulky thing anyway; you're Floyd | pushing it down the tunnel ahead of you. You couldn't crawl past it if Floyd | you tried. Floyd | thighband: Dropped. Floyd | lamplens: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You push again. It's just this spot; your hands are free in a wider Floyd | area ahead. But immovable stone grates against your chest and Floyd | shoulders. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You've got one shoulder past the edge. The other is behind a corner of Floyd | stone, and you can't imagine how it's going to get through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You brace your legs as best you can, and shove futilely against the Floyd | trap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You brace your legs as best you can, and shove futilely against the Floyd | trap. Floyd | Floyd | You are never going to leave this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "back" | ||||||
Floyd | You try to shove yourself back, but you cannot move. Floyd | Floyd | The stone is not going to let you go. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You brace your legs as best you can, and shove... Floyd | Floyd | It feels like scraping flesh from bone, but your shoulder tears past Floyd | the edge. You lie and gasp for a moment, and then work your torso Floyd | painfully through the gap. Floyd | Floyd | The passage slants sharply down now, but it's widening. It's widening. Floyd | You half-crawl, half-slide downward, dragging your legs out of the Floyd | gap, and come to rest in what seems like blinding light -- | EmacsUser exclaims, "Aha!" | |||||
| Atrilla asks, "Back and forth. ok, restore cf5, was it?" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "I think the back/forward combination was it. Maybe." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "Oh, sure." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Smallish Cave Floyd | Eventually, you manage to sit up and look around. Floyd | Floyd | You are in a smallish roundish cave. Gravel and small rock chips cover Floyd | the ground. Water trickles audibly, somewhere nearby. A path runs Floyd | right, a steep crack heads left, and a pit climbs up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf5" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf5" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying some cloth strips (tied around your wounded arm), Floyd | your crossbow (loaded and cocked), a thighband with four bolts, and a Floyd | cracked and darkened lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | Water trickles over your hands, but the floor must have risen; there Floyd | is less of it. But the roof lowers, and the crawl has become almost Floyd | impossibly tight. And you cannot see. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You push again. It's just this spot; your hands are free in a wider Floyd | area ahead. But immovable stone grates against your chest and Floyd | shoulders. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You've got one shoulder past the edge. The other is behind a corner of Floyd | stone, and you can't imagine how it's going to get through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You brace your legs as best you can, and shove futilely against the Floyd | trap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "backward" | ||||||
Floyd | You hunch back from the edge, twist, and manage to get your other Floyd | shoulder through instead. At least it's a change. Floyd | Floyd | You are never going to leave this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Wait, that's different." | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You brace your legs as best you can, and shove... Floyd | Floyd | It feels like scraping flesh from bone, but your shoulder tears past Floyd | the edge. You lie and gasp for a moment, and then work your torso Floyd | painfully through the gap. Floyd | Floyd | The passage slants sharply down now, but it's widening. It's widening. Floyd | You half-crawl, half-slide downward, dragging your legs out of the Floyd | gap, and come to rest in what seems like blinding light -- | ||||||
| EmacsUser presses the yellow enter button. | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Smallish Cave Floyd | Eventually, you manage to sit up and look around. Floyd | Floyd | You are in a smallish roundish cave. Gravel and small rock chips cover Floyd | the ground. Water trickles audibly, somewhere nearby. A path runs Floyd | right, a steep crack heads left, and a pit climbs up. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "But it worked." | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf6" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "heh "but it's widening. It's widening." :)" | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying some cloth strips (tied around your wounded arm), Floyd | your crossbow (loaded and cocked), a thighband with four bolts, and a Floyd | cracked and darkened lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||||
Floyd | Your arm is pretty torn up. Also, you're tired and covered with mud. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a distant whiff of something. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||||||
Floyd | The faintest trace of the animal hangs in the air. It seems stronger Floyd | near the steep crack to the left. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "Left, then?" | |||||
| Atrilla nods. | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Largish Dome Floyd | This is a largish dome. Needles of yellow calcite spray from the rocks Floyd | nearby. A steep crawl leads down, a twisting tunnel leads forward, and Floyd | a low tunnel goes left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||||||
Floyd | The air smells of old mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "Hmm, what now?" | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "s floor" | ||||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to move. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x floor" | ||||||
Floyd | The floor is irregular, water-worn. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a distant whiff of something. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||||||
Floyd | The faintest trace of the beast hangs in the air. It seems stronger Floyd | near the twisting tunnel ahead. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Oho." | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "So we have to wait a bit." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "Yeah." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Roundish Room Floyd | This is a roundish room. Stalagmites cluster thickly around you. You Floyd | can hear water rushing in the distance. A narrow passage heads left, a Floyd | twisty tunnel runs right, and a twisting path climbs up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "wave" | ||||||
Floyd | You put your hands up in the air and wave them like -- you feel Floyd | foolish. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a distant whiff of something, drifting from the narrow Floyd | passage to the left. Floyd | Floyd | You shake your head, side to side, trying to push off the weight of Floyd | weariness for another few minutes. Keep moving. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Smallish Cavern Floyd | You are in a smallish roundish cavern. Stalactites form heavy stone Floyd | fringes across the ceiling. A wide path leads down, a low crack goes Floyd | right, and a rough crawl leads up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a whiff of something rank from the low crack to the right. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Large Dome Floyd | You are in a large, elongated dome. Stalagmites cluster thickly around Floyd | you. You can hear water rushing in the distance. A passage heads left, Floyd | a twisting tunnel descends, and a wide passage leads ahead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a whiff of something rank from the passage to the left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Cramped Room Floyd | This is a cramped round room, with a high roof. Ropy pillars rise from Floyd | floor to roof, and a small still pool lies to one side. Gravel and Floyd | chipped rock cover the ground. A rough tunnel goes right, a narrow pit Floyd | ascends, and a pit leads down. Floyd | Floyd | The scent of the creature hangs all around you. It's welling from the Floyd | pit leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "down" | ||||||
Floyd | The pit opens abruptly into vast space. Floyd | Floyd | Top of Slope Floyd | You emerge onto a steep slope, high above a canyon that stretches out Floyd | of sight to either side. Twisted and stalactite-hung stone forms a Floyd | vault overhead, which glimmers with reflections of some unseen source Floyd | of light; but the canyon below is shadowed. Water rushes somewhere at Floyd | its root. You could climb farther down, and a narrow crevice leads Floyd | back into the rock. Floyd | Floyd | Movement, on a level area on the far side of the canyon, partway down. Floyd | Something gliding silently back and forth, back and forth. Your prey. Floyd | Waiting. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf7" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x shadow" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x prey" | ||||||
Floyd | The creature does not look small, even from up here, even Floyd | half-unformed by canyon shadows. It prowls across a wide ledge across Floyd | the canyon and below your level. You do not think it knows you are Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | Your foot slips. For a moment your fatigue flares into panic, as you Floyd | clutch to steady yourself, but you know you are tired, tired. This Floyd | must end soon. Too much blood. Too much stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "Let's try to shoot it." | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "Ok." | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "shoot prey" | ||||||
Floyd | Tunk. And you flinch at the hissing shriek that echoes up the cave Floyd | walls. Floyd | Floyd | The dark shape flees -- not climbing, but running down the canyon Floyd | slope, vanishing in the depths. Your thudding pulse slows. Floyd | Floyd | Moments later, barely sensed, the scent of blood. You have wounded the Floyd | Wumpus. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser exclaims, "Yay!" | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Top of Slope Floyd | You have emerged onto a steep slope, high above a canyon that Floyd | stretches out of sight to either side. Twisted and stalactite-hung Floyd | stone forms a vault overhead, which glimmers with reflections of some Floyd | unseen source of light; but the canyon below is shadowed. Water rushes Floyd | somewhere at its root. You could climb farther down, and a narrow Floyd | crevice leads back into the rock. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla asks, "Or do you want to undo and try to jump on it?" | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf8" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "We can if you want. I thought it was too far away." | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf7" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "jump on prey" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||||
Floyd | Jumping here would be fruitless. Floyd | Floyd | Your foot slips. For a moment your fatigue flares into panic, as you Floyd | clutch to steady yourself, but you know you are tired, tired. This Floyd | must end soon. Too much blood. Too much stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x prey" | ||||||
Floyd | The creature does not look small, even from up here, even Floyd | half-unformed by canyon shadows. It prowls across a wide ledge across Floyd | the canyon and below your level. You do not think it knows you are Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "I think ``jump on'' is not a phrase it knows." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "jump to prey" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "Yeah." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "shoot prey" | ||||||
Floyd | Tunk. And you flinch at the hissing shriek that echoes up the cave Floyd | walls. Floyd | Floyd | The dark shape flees -- not climbing, but running down the canyon Floyd | slope, vanishing in the depths. Your thudding pulse slows. Floyd | Floyd | Moments later, barely sensed, the scent of blood. You have wounded the Floyd | Wumpus. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "This might be the correct path." | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Top of Slope Floyd | You have emerged onto a steep slope, high above a canyon that Floyd | stretches out of sight to either side. Twisted and stalactite-hung Floyd | stone forms a vault overhead, which glimmers with reflections of some Floyd | unseen source of light; but the canyon below is shadowed. Water rushes Floyd | somewhere at its root. You could climb farther down, and a narrow Floyd | crevice leads back into the rock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You turn, test your balance, and begin edging down the slope. And your Floyd | foot slips. Again. Floyd | Floyd | You fling your arms out, heedless of your possessions. You grasp at Floyd | nothing. Floyd | Floyd | Much too tired for this, you think, as you skid wildly down the Floyd | canyon. A danger to yourself and everyone around you. And below, you Floyd | add with distant amusement, before the bottom arrives with a horrible Floyd | jolt. Floyd | | EmacsUser says, "Haha" | |||||
| EmacsUser | ...everyone around you | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "I.e. the wumpus." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "Yup. :)" | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "get bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Base of Canyon Floyd | You must be getting better at this. You're only freshly bruised. Lying Floyd | still, even on cold stone, is painfully easy... but after a few Floyd | minutes, you find yourself struggling to stand. Floyd | Floyd | You are in an alcove, a side chamber at the base of a vaulting canyon. Floyd | The walls spread upward around you. And the distant roof is hung with Floyd | glimmering stars -- droplet-tipped stalactites in some hidden Floyd | suffusion of light. You think, against your will, that it was worth Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | A crevice runs along the canyon at your feet. You can cross it and Floyd | continue on ahead. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus certainly fled this way: a pool of thick, dark, reeking Floyd | blood is spilled across the ground. Bats crawl all around it -- Floyd | rustling, fluttering, feasting. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "get bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | You slide a bolt from your thighband. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "load bow" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "load bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | I'm not sure what you want to load that into. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying a bolt, some cloth strips (tied around your wounded Floyd | arm), a thighband with three bolts, and a cracked and darkened Floyd | lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | ...And no crossbow. Right. You lost hold of it in the fall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla exclaims, "ah, damn!" | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "Hmm." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "search floor" | ||||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | The bats jostle each other around the pool. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Base of Canyon Floyd | You are in an alcove, a side chamber at the base of a vaulting canyon. Floyd | The walls spread upward around you. And the distant roof is hung with Floyd | glimmering stars -- droplet-tipped stalactites in some hidden Floyd | suffusion of light. A crevice runs along the canyon at your feet. You Floyd | can cross it and continue on ahead. Floyd | Floyd | A pool of thick, dark, reeking blood is spilled across the ground. Floyd | Bats crawl all around it -- rustling, fluttering, feasting. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying a bolt, some cloth strips (tied around your wounded Floyd | arm), a thighband with three bolts, and a cracked and darkened Floyd | lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf9" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x blood" | ||||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, your bloody wound or the pool of blood? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x pool of blood" | ||||||
Floyd | The pool is clotted and dark, nearly black in this dim light. It is Floyd | bitter and foul; it already smells of decay. And bats squat all around Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||||||
Floyd | A violent bitter reek fills the air, overlying even the animal stink Floyd | of the Wumpus's presence. The blood is cooling, but not yet dry. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla asks, "Forward?" | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "Um, sure. I can't think of anything else." | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You heave yourself wearily over the crevice, and approach the twisted Floyd | formations that make up the far canyon wall... Floyd | Floyd | And you round a pillar, and stop there. Here? Now? Floyd | Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | Massive buttresses of stone rise all around you, climbing the canyon Floyd | wall, flowing down again in cascades of pale fluorite. A path seems to Floyd | climb up among them; but you don't think you can get to it right now. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus is crouched before you. Blood trickles from the wound your Floyd | bolt tore, down its hide, puddling on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | It holds your crossbow in its claws; gently cradled; loaded and Floyd | cocked; steady on your throat. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Uh." | |||||
| Atrilla says, "Oh-oh." | ||||||
| * Lucea has left the channel. | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf10" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "duck" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||||
Floyd | Jumping here would be fruitless. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You take a tentative step towards the creature. And stop. The crossbow Floyd | hasn't moved a fraction, but you see a claw moving restlessly on the Floyd | trigger... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "back" | ||||||
Floyd | You back up, trying not to take your eyes from its eyes. It works, or Floyd | the Wumpus decides to allow it. Floyd | Floyd | Base of Canyon Floyd | You are in an alcove, a side chamber at the base of a vaulting canyon. Floyd | The walls spread upward around you. And the distant roof is hung with Floyd | glimmering stars -- droplet-tipped stalactites in some hidden Floyd | suffusion of light. A crevice runs along the canyon at your feet. You Floyd | can cross it and continue on ahead. Floyd | Floyd | A pool of thick, dark, reeking blood is spilled across the ground. Floyd | Bats crawl all around it -- rustling, fluttering, feasting. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla exclaims, "I was just kidding, I swer!" | |||||
| Atrilla says, "*swear" | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "Attack sounds like suicide, but we never know." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf10" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "attack wumpus" | ||||||
Floyd | You take a tentative step towards the creature. And stop. The crossbow Floyd | hasn't moved a fraction, but you see a claw moving restlessly on the Floyd | trigger... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | The Wumpus does not hesitate. Tunk. Floyd | Floyd | So this is what it's like. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "heh" | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "restore cf10" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf10" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "back" | ||||||
Floyd | You back up, trying not to take your eyes from its eyes. It works, or Floyd | the Wumpus decides to allow it. Floyd | Floyd | Base of Canyon Floyd | You are in an alcove, a side chamber at the base of a vaulting canyon. Floyd | The walls spread upward around you. And the distant roof is hung with Floyd | glimmering stars -- droplet-tipped stalactites in some hidden Floyd | suffusion of light. A crevice runs along the canyon at your feet. You Floyd | can cross it and continue on ahead. Floyd | Floyd | A pool of thick, dark, reeking blood is spilled across the ground. Floyd | Bats crawl all around it -- rustling, fluttering, feasting. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying a bolt, some cloth strips (tied around your wounded Floyd | arm), a thighband with three bolts, and a cracked and darkened Floyd | lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x crevice" | ||||||
Floyd | A canyon in the canyon. It is only a couple of feet wide, though it Floyd | seems to widen beneath. At the bottom, perhaps six feet below, water Floyd | rushes. It is only a remnant of the river that carved this place; but Floyd | it boils the more furiously for being confined. Floyd | Floyd | Another bats flutters down from above, and pushes into the mass. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla asks, "Perhalps using the bats?" | |||||
| EmacsUser asks, "Sounds good. But how?" | ||||||
| Atrilla asks, "With out blood, perhalps?" | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "*our" | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying a bolt, some cloth strips (tied around your wounded Floyd | arm), a thighband with three bolts, and a cracked and darkened Floyd | lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "remove cloth" | ||||||
Floyd | You carefully unwrap the cloth from your arm. The worst of the Floyd | bleeding has stopped, although there is still a fierce ache and a slow Floyd | trickle of blood. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "wave" | ||||||
Floyd | You put your hands up in the air and wave them like -- you feel Floyd | foolish. Floyd | Floyd | A bat suddenly pokes its stained nose up above the pool, casting Floyd | about. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "show blood to bats" | ||||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, your bloody wound or the pool of blood? Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Hmm." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "show wounds to bats" | ||||||
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "wave" | ||||||
Floyd | You put your hands up in the air and wave them like -- you feel Floyd | foolish. Floyd | Floyd | The bats jostle each other around the pool. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You put your hands up in the air and wave them like -- you feel Floyd | foolish. Floyd | Floyd | Two of the bats rattle up and begin circling above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla asks, "AHA?" | |||||
| Alex says (to Atrilla), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that AHA is the American Homebrewer's Association." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "I don't how this is going to help, but it seems to be doing something." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You put your hands up in the air and wave them like -- you feel Floyd | foolish. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "Yeah." | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You put your hands up in the air and wave them like -- you feel Floyd | foolish. Floyd | Floyd | Several of the bats are fluttering in the air around you, ignoring the Floyd | drying pool of blood nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You put your hands up in the air and wave them like -- you feel Floyd | foolish. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||||
Floyd | You put your hands up in the air and wave them like -- you feel Floyd | foolish. Floyd | Floyd | In a rush, together and by no visible signal, the bats are airborne. Floyd | The chittering cloud rises -- and then falls towards you. Floyd | Floyd | You scramble back, covering your eyes; too late. The swarm is on you, Floyd | harrying you, small teeth and shrieks like shards of glass. You cannot Floyd | see. You stumble away from the storm, and the stone falls away into Floyd | rushing water beneath you. Floyd | Floyd | No doubt the bats find your body eventually. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | EmacsUser exclaims, "Ach!" | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Base of Canyon Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "Try to go forward after they start to flow above us." | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | A cluster of bats flickers after you, chittering. You hunch your Floyd | shoulders and try to ignore them. Floyd | Floyd | You heave yourself wearily over the crevice, and approach the twisted Floyd | formations that make up the far canyon wall. Floyd | Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | Massive buttresses of stone rise all around you, climbing the canyon Floyd | wall, flowing down again in cascades of pale fluorite. A path seems to Floyd | climb up among them; but you don't think you can get to it right now. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus is crouched before you. Blood trickles from the wound your Floyd | bolt tore, down its hide, puddling on the floor. It holds your Floyd | crossbow in its claws; gently cradled; loaded and cocked; steady on Floyd | your throat. Floyd | Floyd | The bats dive forward, then rise, emitting glass-shrill cries. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "*fly" | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf11" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | More bats are arriving, streaming across the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x wumpus" | ||||||
Floyd | Later, all you will be able to remember are its eyes. They are rich Floyd | mud-brown, and they hold your own without effort. Floyd | Floyd | The swarm grows thicker, swirling above the Wumpus, which tosses its Floyd | head around angrily before returning its gaze to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus grunts, and swats at an overbold bat. The tiny shape Floyd | shrieks and falls broken to the ground; but the Wumpus hisses as well, Floyd | and shakes blood from its forelimb. Floyd | Floyd | And the swarm descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "get bow" | ||||||
Floyd | You begin moving towards the creature. It might be distracted Floyd | enough... Floyd | Floyd | Perhaps not. The Wumpus lashes out with long claws, and deals a Floyd | crushing blow. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "There must be something else we have to do." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | Massive buttresses of stone rise all around you, climbing the canyon Floyd | wall, flowing down again in cascades of pale fluorite. A path seems to Floyd | climb up among them, beyond the writhing Wumpus. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus is crouched before you. It sways forward and back, trying Floyd | to escape the assault, and the crossbow wavers. Floyd | Floyd | Bats rush overhead in a vast wheeling cloud. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus turns towards you, shielding its face from the bats. There Floyd | is understanding somewhere in there, what you have done to it and why Floyd | -- and rage. Floyd | Floyd | It lunges at you, heedless now of what the bats might do; it only Floyd | wants to reach you with its claws. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "back" | ||||||
Floyd | You back up. The Wumpus doesn't seem to notice your retreat. Floyd | Floyd | Base of Canyon Floyd | You are in an alcove, a side chamber at the base of a vaulting canyon. Floyd | The walls spread upward around you. And the distant roof is hung with Floyd | glimmering stars -- droplet-tipped stalactites in some hidden Floyd | suffusion of light. A crevice runs along the canyon at your feet. You Floyd | can cross it and continue on ahead. Floyd | Floyd | A pool of thick, dark, reeking blood is spilled across the ground. Floyd | Floyd | Swarms of bats are swirling in from everywhere. A few circle the pool, Floyd | but most disappear off across the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | There is a roar, and something huge looms over you. The dark eyes of Floyd | the Wumpus peer out of a chittering swarm. There is understanding Floyd | somewhere in there, what you have done to it and why -- and rage. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus lunges towards you, heedless now of what the bats might do; Floyd | it only wants to reach you with its claws. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "attack wumpus" | ||||||
Floyd | You begin moving towards the creature. It might be distracted Floyd | enough... Floyd | Floyd | Perhaps not. The Wumpus lashes out with long claws, and deals a Floyd | crushing blow. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "shout" | ||||||
Floyd | (to the Wumpus) Floyd | You begin moving towards the creature. It might be distracted Floyd | enough... Floyd | Floyd | Perhaps not. The Wumpus lashes out with long claws, and deals a Floyd | crushing blow. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "restore cf11" | ||||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to restore. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf11" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | Massive buttresses of stone rise all around you, climbing the canyon Floyd | wall, flowing down again in cascades of pale fluorite. A path seems to Floyd | climb up among them; but you don't think you can get to it right now. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus is crouched before you. Blood trickles from the wound your Floyd | bolt tore, down its hide, puddling on the floor. It holds your Floyd | crossbow in its claws; gently cradled; loaded and cocked; steady on Floyd | your throat. Floyd | Floyd | Bats circle warily overhead. Floyd | Floyd | More bats are arriving, streaming across the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "back" | ||||||
Floyd | You back up, trying not to take your eyes from its eyes. It works, or Floyd | the Wumpus decides to allow it. Floyd | Floyd | Base of Canyon Floyd | You are in an alcove, a side chamber at the base of a vaulting canyon. Floyd | The walls spread upward around you. And the distant roof is hung with Floyd | glimmering stars -- droplet-tipped stalactites in some hidden Floyd | suffusion of light. A crevice runs along the canyon at your feet. You Floyd | can cross it and continue on ahead. Floyd | Floyd | A pool of thick, dark, reeking blood is spilled across the ground. Floyd | Bats still crawl around it, but more are rising every moment. Floyd | Floyd | The last of the bats flutters up from the pool. Others are dropping Floyd | from above, from every direction, and streaming across the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "back" | ||||||
Floyd | You can see no way through in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | You hear an angry hiss from across the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | The climb is beyond you. Floyd | Floyd | Streams of bats continue to converge and swarm towards the Wumpus. The Floyd | rattling of wings is overwhelming. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "Can we not get away?" | |||||
| Atrilla says, "It doesn't apears to be a solution." | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "Option, even." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You lower yourself through the crevice, and drop. Floyd | Floyd | You have underestimated the strength of the current, and the depth. Floyd | The water seizes you and batters you away. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Base of Canyon Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Hmm." | |||||
| Atrilla asks, "What if we attack right when the bats dive on it?" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "Go for it. I have no ideas right now." | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying a bolt, some cloth strips, a thighband with three Floyd | bolts, and a cracked and darkened lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | A hissing shriek echoes across the canyon. Bats scatter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You heave yourself wearily over the crevice, following the bats. Floyd | Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | Massive buttresses of stone rise all around you, climbing the canyon Floyd | wall, flowing down again in cascades of pale fluorite. A path seems to Floyd | climb up among them, beyond the writhing Wumpus. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus is crouched before you. It sways forward and back, trying Floyd | to escape the assault, and the crossbow wavers. Floyd | Floyd | Bats rush overhead in a vast wheeling cloud. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "grab bow" | ||||||
Floyd | You begin moving towards the creature. It might be distracted Floyd | enough... Floyd | Floyd | Perhaps not. The Wumpus lashes out with long claws, and deals a Floyd | crushing blow. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "cf11" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | Massive buttresses of stone rise all around you, climbing the canyon Floyd | wall, flowing down again in cascades of pale fluorite. A path seems to Floyd | climb up among them; but you don't think you can get to it right now. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus is crouched before you. Blood trickles from the wound your Floyd | bolt tore, down its hide, puddling on the floor. It holds your Floyd | crossbow in its claws; gently cradled; loaded and cocked; steady on Floyd | your throat. Floyd | Floyd | Bats circle warily overhead. Floyd | Floyd | More bats are arriving, streaming across the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying a bolt, some cloth strips, a thighband with three Floyd | bolts, and a cracked and darkened lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | The swarm grows thicker, swirling above the Wumpus, which tosses its Floyd | head around angrily before returning its gaze to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus grunts, and swats at an overbold bat. The tiny shape Floyd | shrieks and falls broken to the ground; but the Wumpus hisses as well, Floyd | and shakes blood from its forelimb. Floyd | Floyd | And the swarm descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "attack wumpus" | ||||||
Floyd | You take a tentative step towards the creature. And stop. The crossbow Floyd | hasn't moved a fraction, but you see a claw moving restlessly on the Floyd | trigger... Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus grunts, and swats at an overbold bat. The tiny shape Floyd | shrieks and falls broken to the ground; but the Wumpus hisses as well, Floyd | and shakes blood from its forelimb. Floyd | Floyd | And the swarm descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "attack wumpus" | ||||||
Floyd | You begin moving towards the creature. It might be distracted Floyd | enough... Floyd | Floyd | Perhaps not. The Wumpus lashes out with long claws, and deals a Floyd | crushing blow. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "%undo" | ||||||
| Floyd says (to EmacsUser), "Floyd doesn't know that trick." | ||||||
| jenrexrode arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | Massive buttresses of stone rise all around you, climbing the canyon Floyd | wall, flowing down again in cascades of pale fluorite. A path seems to Floyd | climb up among them, beyond the writhing Wumpus. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus is crouched before you. It sways forward and back, trying Floyd | to escape the assault, and the crossbow wavers. Floyd | Floyd | Bats rush overhead in a vast wheeling cloud. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks (of jenrexrode), "Any ideas?" | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x stone" | ||||||
Floyd | Limestone, streaked and banded, rippled and bulged and twisted like Floyd | the flesh of some living thing. You've seen many caves before, but the Floyd | beauty never wearies. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | Massive buttresses of stone rise all around you, climbing the canyon Floyd | wall, flowing down again in cascades of pale fluorite. A path seems to Floyd | climb up among them, beyond the writhing Wumpus. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus is crouched before you. It sways forward and back, trying Floyd | to escape the assault, and the crossbow wavers. Floyd | Floyd | Bats rush overhead in a vast wheeling cloud. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Oops." | |||||
| EmacsUser says, "Sorry." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "grab bats" | ||||||
Floyd | You want to get closer to them? Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "hit stone" | ||||||
Floyd | There are better targets. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "get stone" | ||||||
Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You take a hesitant step sideways. And another, sliding past the Floyd | beast, trying to be a thin part of the canyon wall... Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus, lashing out at bats, doesn't seem to notice. Floyd | Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | You are partway up the canyon wall, on a narrow path that climbs from Floyd | ledge to ledge. The cavern is vast around you, water-hewn strata Floyd | stretching upward to the stone forest of the roof; and somewhere above Floyd | you, a crack of daylight sets it all glimmering... Floyd | Floyd | Down on the canyon floor, the Wumpus thrashes within a rustling black Floyd | cloud. Dark growls rise to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "Whoa, how'd you do that?" | |||||
| EmacsUser asks, "Timing, I guess?" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf12" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "The cannion wall room description." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "jump on wumpus" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||||
Floyd | Jumping here would be fruitless. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x dark" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Right, but you got past it without it noticing." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You can see no way through in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus screams. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "climb" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | I don't think much is to be achieved by that. Floyd | Floyd | There is a roar, and something huge lurches up the path. The dark eyes Floyd | of the Wumpus peer out of a chittering swarm. There is understanding Floyd | somewhere in there, what you have done to it and why -- and rage. Floyd | Floyd | It lunges at you, heedless now of what the bats might do; it only Floyd | wants to reach you with its claws. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Oops, bad disambiguation there." | |||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x crack" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You pick your way... slowly... up the canyon wall. Everything is Floyd | heavy; you're glad you have nothing more to carry. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere below, a hissing scream is cut off, abruptly. You round a Floyd | pale fold of limestone, and you are blinded by daylight. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** It's over *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "I'm at a lost." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | You are partway up the canyon wall, on a narrow path that climbs from Floyd | ledge to ledge. The cavern is vast around you, water-hewn strata Floyd | stretching upward to the stone forest of the roof; and somewhere above Floyd | you, a crack of daylight sets it all glimmering... Floyd | Floyd | Down on the canyon floor, the Wumpus thrashes within a rustling black Floyd | cloud. Dark growls rise to you. Floyd | Floyd | There is a roar, and something huge lurches up the path. The dark eyes Floyd | of the Wumpus peer out of a chittering swarm. There is understanding Floyd | somewhere in there, what you have done to it and why -- and rage. Floyd | Floyd | It lunges at you, heedless now of what the bats might do; it only Floyd | wants to reach you with its claws. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "throw clothes at wumpus" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying a bolt, some cloth strips, a thighband with three Floyd | bolts, and a cracked and darkened lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | There is a roar, and something huge lurches up the path. The dark eyes Floyd | of the Wumpus peer out of a chittering swarm. There is understanding Floyd | somewhere in there, what you have done to it and why -- and rage. Floyd | Floyd | It lunges at you, heedless now of what the bats might do; it only Floyd | wants to reach you with its claws. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "throw cloth at wumpus" | ||||||
Floyd | The Wumpus is down below, on the floor of the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | There is a roar, and something huge lurches up the path. The dark eyes Floyd | of the Wumpus peer out of a chittering swarm. There is understanding Floyd | somewhere in there, what you have done to it and why -- and rage. Floyd | Floyd | It lunges at you, heedless now of what the bats might do; it only Floyd | wants to reach you with its claws. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says (to Atrilla), "Well, I'm off to check into my hotel room. Thanks for playing! I haven't been able to make CF in a while, and I was worried that PAX would mean nothing happening this week when I could make it." | |||||
| Atrilla says, "ok." | ||||||
| EmacsUser says, "Adios." | ||||||
| EmacsUser departs. | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | There is a roar, and something huge lurches up the path. The dark eyes Floyd | of the Wumpus peer out of a chittering swarm. There is understanding Floyd | somewhere in there, what you have done to it and why -- and rage. Floyd | Floyd | It lunges at you, heedless now of what the bats might do; it only Floyd | wants to reach you with its claws. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||||||
Floyd | | ||||||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "no" | ||||||
| Floyd says (to Atrilla), "Floyd doesn't know that trick." | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||||
| Floyd says (to Atrilla), "Floyd doesn't know that trick." | ||||||
| Atrilla has had its fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||||
| Atrilla arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | ||||||
| Atrilla has had its fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | jenrexrode says, "hm" | |||||
| Atrilla asks (of Jen), "Sorry, I quit the game as nobody else was playing. Want to have a go at it?" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says, "ok" | ||||||
| Atrilla arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | Gerynar says, "please stop trying to tempt me from my speed-if (I'm slow enough at programming as it is :) )" | |||||
| Gerynar arrives, full of fun and funk. | Atrilla exclaims, "heh Tough cookie!" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "load hunter" | ||||||
| Floyd says (to jenrexrode), "Floyd doesn't know that game." | jenrexrode asks, "how do we start it?" | |||||
| Atrilla says, "It's "hunterdarkness"" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "load hunterdarkness" | ||||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "restore" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter, : Floyd | : In Darkness : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "restore cf11" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Hunter, in Darkness Floyd | A Cave Crawl by "Dave Ahl Jr." (Andrew Plotkin) Floyd | First-time players should type "about". Floyd | Release 4 / Serial number 991119 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/9 Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Nearly -- nearly. The animal stink is rank and close. You raise your Floyd | crossbow, try to peer beyond dark, wet stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "cf11" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You take a tentative step towards the creature. And stop. The crossbow Floyd | hasn't moved a fraction, but you see a claw moving restlessly on the Floyd | trigger... Floyd | Floyd | More bats are arriving, streaming across the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | The Wumpus does not hesitate. Tunk. Floyd | Floyd | So this is what it's like. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "heh" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The swarm grows thicker, swirling above the Wumpus, which tosses its Floyd | head around angrily before returning its gaze to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus grunts, and swats at an overbold bat. The tiny shape Floyd | shrieks and falls broken to the ground; but the Wumpus hisses as well, Floyd | and shakes blood from its forelimb. Floyd | Floyd | And the swarm descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "I think part of the puzzle is to let the right ammount to bats to arrive and then climb." | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You take a hesitant step sideways. And another, sliding past the Floyd | beast, trying to be a thin part of the canyon wall... Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus, lashing out at bats, doesn't seem to notice. Floyd | Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | You are partway up the canyon wall, on a narrow path that climbs from Floyd | ledge to ledge. The cavern is vast around you, water-hewn strata Floyd | stretching upward to the stone forest of the roof; and somewhere above Floyd | you, a crack of daylight sets it all glimmering... Floyd | Floyd | Down on the canyon floor, the Wumpus thrashes within a rustling black Floyd | cloud. Dark growls rise to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "ok" | |||||
| Atrilla says, "I don't think we've tryed to attack the wumpus from here." | ||||||
| jenrexrode asks, "so we can't just run away?" | ||||||
| Atrilla says, "We tryed to jump, etc, but didn't tryed to attack from here." | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You pick your way... slowly... up the canyon wall. Everything is Floyd | heavy; you're glad you have nothing more to carry. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere below, a hissing scream is cut off, abruptly. You round a Floyd | pale fold of limestone, and you are blinded by daylight. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** It's over *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "Aparetly not." | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "attack wumpus" | ||||||
Floyd | The Wumpus is down below, on the floor of the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||||
Floyd | Jumping here would be fruitless. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus screams. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You begin picking your way back down towards the canyon floor. Floyd | Floyd | There is a roar, and something huge lurches up the path. The dark eyes Floyd | of the Wumpus peer out of a chittering swarm. There is understanding Floyd | somewhere in there, what you have done to it and why -- and rage. Floyd | Floyd | It lunges at you, heedless now of what the bats might do; it only Floyd | wants to reach you with its claws. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "x ledg" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "x ledge" | ||||||
Floyd | The path climbs up towards light. Floyd | Floyd | There is a roar, and something huge lurches up the path. The dark eyes Floyd | of the Wumpus peer out of a chittering swarm. There is understanding Floyd | somewhere in there, what you have done to it and why -- and rage. Floyd | Floyd | It lunges at you, heedless now of what the bats might do; it only Floyd | wants to reach you with its claws. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "cf11" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "It's timed, aparetly." | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | More bats are arriving, streaming across the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The swarm grows thicker, swirling above the Wumpus, which tosses its Floyd | head around angrily before returning its gaze to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus grunts, and swats at an overbold bat. The tiny shape Floyd | shrieks and falls broken to the ground; but the Wumpus hisses as well, Floyd | and shakes blood from its forelimb. Floyd | Floyd | And the swarm descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "get crossbow" | ||||||
Floyd | You begin moving towards the creature. It might be distracted Floyd | enough... Floyd | Floyd | Perhaps not. The Wumpus lashes out with long claws, and deals a Floyd | crushing blow. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You take a hesitant step sideways. And another, sliding past the Floyd | beast, trying to be a thin part of the canyon wall... Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus, lashing out at bats, doesn't seem to notice. Floyd | Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | You are partway up the canyon wall, on a narrow path that climbs from Floyd | ledge to ledge. The cavern is vast around you, water-hewn strata Floyd | stretching upward to the stone forest of the roof; and somewhere above Floyd | you, a crack of daylight sets it all glimmering... Floyd | Floyd | Down on the canyon floor, the Wumpus thrashes within a rustling black Floyd | cloud. Dark growls rise to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x strata" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "x ledge" | ||||||
Floyd | The path climbs up towards light. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "x water" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "x wall" | ||||||
Floyd | Limestone, streaked and banded, rippled and bulged and twisted like Floyd | the flesh of some living thing. You've seen many caves before, but the Floyd | beauty never wearies. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus screams. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "shout at wall" | ||||||
Floyd | (to yourself) Floyd | There is no reply. Floyd | Floyd | There is a roar, and something huge lurches up the path. The dark eyes Floyd | of the Wumpus peer out of a chittering swarm. There is understanding Floyd | somewhere in there, what you have done to it and why -- and rage. Floyd | Floyd | It lunges at you, heedless now of what the bats might do; it only Floyd | wants to reach you with its claws. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You begin picking your way back down towards the canyon floor. Floyd | Floyd | There is a roar, and something huge lurches up the path. The dark eyes Floyd | of the Wumpus peer out of a chittering swarm. There is understanding Floyd | somewhere in there, what you have done to it and why -- and rage. Floyd | Floyd | It lunges at you, heedless now of what the bats might do; it only Floyd | wants to reach you with its claws. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "cf11" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | More bats are arriving, streaming across the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The swarm grows thicker, swirling above the Wumpus, which tosses its Floyd | head around angrily before returning its gaze to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus grunts, and swats at an overbold bat. The tiny shape Floyd | shrieks and falls broken to the ground; but the Wumpus hisses as well, Floyd | and shakes blood from its forelimb. Floyd | Floyd | And the swarm descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "Aparently trying to do a cave-in from screaming isn't possible." | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You take a hesitant step sideways. And another, sliding past the Floyd | beast, trying to be a thin part of the canyon wall... Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus, lashing out at bats, doesn't seem to notice. Floyd | Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | You are partway up the canyon wall, on a narrow path that climbs from Floyd | ledge to ledge. The cavern is vast around you, water-hewn strata Floyd | stretching upward to the stone forest of the roof; and somewhere above Floyd | you, a crack of daylight sets it all glimmering... Floyd | Floyd | Down on the canyon floor, the Wumpus thrashes within a rustling black Floyd | cloud. Dark growls rise to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "hit wall" | ||||||
Floyd | There are better targets. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "cf11" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | More bats are arriving, streaming across the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The swarm grows thicker, swirling above the Wumpus, which tosses its Floyd | head around angrily before returning its gaze to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus grunts, and swats at an overbold bat. The tiny shape Floyd | shrieks and falls broken to the ground; but the Wumpus hisses as well, Floyd | and shakes blood from its forelimb. Floyd | Floyd | And the swarm descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You can see no way through in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "n" | ||||||
Floyd | Those directions have meaning under the stars and the sun. These Floyd | caves... contain only themselves. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode asks, "so up is the only way out?" | |||||
| Atrilla says, "Don't know." | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You take a hesitant step sideways. And another, sliding past the Floyd | beast, trying to be a thin part of the canyon wall... Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus, lashing out at bats, doesn't seem to notice. Floyd | Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | You are partway up the canyon wall, on a narrow path that climbs from Floyd | ledge to ledge. The cavern is vast around you, water-hewn strata Floyd | stretching upward to the stone forest of the roof; and somewhere above Floyd | you, a crack of daylight sets it all glimmering... Floyd | Floyd | Down on the canyon floor, the Wumpus thrashes within a rustling black Floyd | cloud. Dark growls rise to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You can see no way through in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "north" | ||||||
Floyd | Those directions have meaning under the stars and the sun. These Floyd | caves... contain only themselves. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus screams. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "sideways" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "get bold" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying a bolt, some cloth strips, a thighband with three Floyd | bolts, and a cracked and darkened lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | There is a roar, and something huge lurches up the path. The dark eyes Floyd | of the Wumpus peer out of a chittering swarm. There is understanding Floyd | somewhere in there, what you have done to it and why -- and rage. Floyd | Floyd | It lunges at you, heedless now of what the bats might do; it only Floyd | wants to reach you with its claws. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "cf11" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "get bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | More bats are arriving, streaming across the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying a bolt, some cloth strips, a thighband with three Floyd | bolts, and a cracked and darkened lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | The swarm grows thicker, swirling above the Wumpus, which tosses its Floyd | head around angrily before returning its gaze to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "remove lamplens" | ||||||
Floyd | You slip the lamplens from your wrist. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus grunts, and swats at an overbold bat. The tiny shape Floyd | shrieks and falls broken to the ground; but the Wumpus hisses as well, Floyd | and shakes blood from its forelimb. Floyd | Floyd | And the swarm descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "x lamplens" | ||||||
Floyd | The lamp's cracked face is dark. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "throw bolt at wumpus" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt at the Wumpus) Floyd | You begin moving towards the creature. It might be distracted Floyd | enough... Floyd | Floyd | Perhaps not. The Wumpus lashes out with long claws, and deals a Floyd | crushing blow. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "throw lamplens at wumpus" | ||||||
Floyd | You begin moving towards the creature. It might be distracted Floyd | enough... Floyd | Floyd | Perhaps not. The Wumpus lashes out with long claws, and deals a Floyd | crushing blow. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You take a hesitant step sideways. And another, sliding past the Floyd | beast, trying to be a thin part of the canyon wall... Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus, lashing out at bats, doesn't seem to notice. Floyd | Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | You are partway up the canyon wall, on a narrow path that climbs from Floyd | ledge to ledge. The cavern is vast around you, water-hewn strata Floyd | stretching upward to the stone forest of the roof; and somewhere above Floyd | you, a crack of daylight sets it all glimmering... Floyd | Floyd | Down on the canyon floor, the Wumpus thrashes within a rustling black Floyd | cloud. Dark growls rise to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "throw bolt at wumpus" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt at the Wumpus) Floyd | The Wumpus is down below, on the floor of the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "drop lamplens" | ||||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You pick your way... slowly... up the canyon wall. Everything is Floyd | heavy; you're glad you have nothing more to carry. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere below, a hissing scream is cut off, abruptly. You round a Floyd | pale fold of limestone, and you are blinded by daylight. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** It's over *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "restore" | jenrexrode asks, "can you use the the rag to lfing the lamplens?" | |||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "cf11" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "fling" | |||||
| Atrilla says, "We don't have anything to light them with." | ||||||
| Atrilla asks, "Ah, but where?" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says, "at the wumpus or the bats" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "remove lamplens" | ||||||
Floyd | You slip the lamplens from your wrist. Floyd | Floyd | More bats are arriving, streaming across the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "put lamplens in rag" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying a bolt, some cloth strips, a thighband with three Floyd | bolts, and a cracked and darkened lamplens. Floyd | Floyd | The swarm grows thicker, swirling above the Wumpus, which tosses its Floyd | head around angrily before returning its gaze to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "cloth" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "put lamplens in cloth" | ||||||
Floyd | Those can't contain things. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus grunts, and swats at an overbold bat. The tiny shape Floyd | shrieks and falls broken to the ground; but the Wumpus hisses as well, Floyd | and shakes blood from its forelimb. Floyd | Floyd | And the swarm descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "fling lamplens with cloth" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "yell" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "scream" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "scream at wall" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "x wall" | ||||||
Floyd | Limestone, streaked and banded, rippled and bulged and twisted like Floyd | the flesh of some living thing. You've seen many caves before, but the Floyd | beauty never wearies. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "throw lamplens at bats" | ||||||
Floyd | You want to get closer to them? Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "throw lamplens at wumpus" | ||||||
Floyd | You begin moving towards the creature. It might be distracted Floyd | enough... Floyd | Floyd | Perhaps not. The Wumpus lashes out with long claws, and deals a Floyd | crushing blow. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "clean lamplens" | ||||||
Floyd | Nothing happens. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "shake lamplens" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "fix lamplens" | ||||||
Floyd | You're no specialist; you just use the things. You'll be... you Floyd | hope... buying a new one. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "heh :)" | |||||
| jenrexrode says, "hm" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "tie cloth to bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | You would achieve nothing by this. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus flails furiously within a swarm of biting black shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla says, "It's possible that we missed something before shooting at the wumpus." | |||||
| jenrexrode says, "yup" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | You can see no way through in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus turns towards you, shielding its face from the bats. There Floyd | is understanding somewhere in there, what you have done to it and why Floyd | -- and rage. Floyd | Floyd | It lunges at you, heedless now of what the bats might do; it only Floyd | wants to reach you with its claws. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "cf11" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | More bats are arriving, streaming across the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The swarm grows thicker, swirling above the Wumpus, which tosses its Floyd | head around angrily before returning its gaze to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus grunts, and swats at an overbold bat. The tiny shape Floyd | shrieks and falls broken to the ground; but the Wumpus hisses as well, Floyd | and shakes blood from its forelimb. Floyd | Floyd | And the swarm descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You take a hesitant step sideways. And another, sliding past the Floyd | beast, trying to be a thin part of the canyon wall... Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus, lashing out at bats, doesn't seem to notice. Floyd | Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | You are partway up the canyon wall, on a narrow path that climbs from Floyd | ledge to ledge. The cavern is vast around you, water-hewn strata Floyd | stretching upward to the stone forest of the roof; and somewhere above Floyd | you, a crack of daylight sets it all glimmering... Floyd | Floyd | Down on the canyon floor, the Wumpus thrashes within a rustling black Floyd | cloud. Dark growls rise to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You pick your way... slowly... up the canyon wall. Everything is Floyd | heavy; you're glad you have nothing more to carry. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere below, a hissing scream is cut off, abruptly. You round a Floyd | pale fold of limestone, and you are blinded by daylight. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** It's over *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode asks, "it doesn't say we're dead, maybe that's the end?" | |||||
| Atrilla says, "Probably. No idea." | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You pick your way... slowly... up the canyon wall. Everything is Floyd | heavy; you're glad you have nothing more to carry. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere below, a hissing scream is cut off, abruptly. You round a Floyd | pale fold of limestone, and you are blinded by daylight. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** It's over *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "about" | ||||||
Floyd | Please give one of the answers above. Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "about" | ||||||
Floyd | Please give one of the answers above. Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "restart" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "about" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter, : Floyd | : In Darkness : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "about" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Hunter, in Darkness Floyd | A Cave Crawl by "Dave Ahl Jr." (Andrew Plotkin) Floyd | First-time players should type "about". Floyd | Release 4 / Serial number 991119 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/9 Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Nearly -- nearly. The animal stink is rank and close. You raise your Floyd | crossbow, try to peer beyond dark, wet stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | Atrilla asks, "You think hints might have it?" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "about" | ||||||
Floyd | "This game was conceived of and fully outlined in early June of 1999." Floyd | Floyd | And it was, too. All that discussion of compassless games, and mazes, Floyd | and whether "Hunt the Wumpus" was really IF, made me giggle. I already Floyd | had this on the drawing board. I didn't start any of that discussion, Floyd | either -- although I contributed a few comments that I knew would turn Floyd | out relevant. Floyd | Floyd | Hunter, in Darkness came in eighth in the 1999 Interactive Fiction Floyd | Competition. I might perhaps have done better if I'd included a Floyd | walkthrough, or hints. Never know now, eh? Floyd | Floyd | I'm not including hints now, because this is no longer a Competition Floyd | game. Different strictures apply. You can easily find a walkthrough, Floyd | or ask for help. However, I will say this: Floyd | Floyd | No serious mapping is necessary, or even useful, in playing this game. Floyd | If you think you need to start drawing a map, you're wrong. Floyd | Floyd | Type "credits" for full accreditation. Floyd | Floyd | Hunter, in Darkness is copyright 1999 by Andrew Plotkin, Floyd | <erkyrath@netcom.com>. Comments and bug reports are welcome. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to floyd), "credits" | ||||||
Floyd | Hunter, in Darkness is copyright 1999 by Andrew Plotkin, Floyd | <erkyrath@netcom.com>. Floyd | Floyd | The usual credit to Graham Nelson, the creator of Inform, the Floyd | development system which displayed its usual panache as I pounded this Floyd | work into shape. Also Stephen Granade, who managed the 1999 Floyd | Interactive Fiction Competition. Floyd | Floyd | The madding crowd of beta-testers were: Adam Thornton, Magnus Olsson, Floyd | Lucian P. Smith, Miron Schmidt, and of course Goob. Floyd | Floyd | Thanks also to all the Usenet grues who slavered out to post reviews, Floyd | commentary, and replies to my post-Comp interrogation. You have Floyd | contributed much to my understanding of what I messed up and what I Floyd | didn't. Perhaps, two or three games from now, the lessons will even Floyd | start to sink in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Gerynar has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||||
| jenrexrode has had her fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | jenrexrode says, "I think you already won." | |||||
| Atrilla says, "heh Probably. :)" | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to quit? | ||||||
| Atrilla says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||||
Floyd | | ||||||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | ||||||
| Atrilla has had its fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||||
| jenrexrode arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "load hunterdark" | ||||||
| Floyd says (to jenrexrode), "Floyd doesn't know that game." | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "load hunterdarkness" | ||||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| jenrexrode says, "..Floyd" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says, "..Floyd" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "space" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter, : Floyd | : In Darkness : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "space" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Hunter, in Darkness Floyd | A Cave Crawl by "Dave Ahl Jr." (Andrew Plotkin) Floyd | First-time players should type "about". Floyd | Release 4 / Serial number 991119 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/9 Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Nearly -- nearly. The animal stink is rank and close. You raise your Floyd | crossbow, try to peer beyond dark, wet stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x stone" | ||||||
Floyd | Limestone, streaked and banded, rippled and bulged and twisted like Floyd | the flesh of some living thing. You've seen many caves before, but the Floyd | beauty never wearies. Floyd | Floyd | Something shifts in the darkness ahead, a great silent bulk. Your Floyd | prey. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You creep up the passage, as stealthily as you can. It must be Floyd | retreating ahead, for you see only empty stone, though the smell grows Floyd | harsher... Floyd | Floyd | And the eyes of the beast are on you, and claws come out of the night. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | You glance around again. The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding Floyd | around folds of limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and Floyd | there is a side chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding around folds of Floyd | limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and there is a side Floyd | chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | A faint rustling echoes deep in the side chamber, and the laughing Floyd | chitter of bats. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding around folds of Floyd | limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and there is a side Floyd | chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding around folds of Floyd | limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and there is a side Floyd | chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding around folds of Floyd | limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and there is a side Floyd | chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding around folds of Floyd | limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and there is a side Floyd | chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | The passage drops off suddenly, ending in a deep pit. The sides are Floyd | steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble down, but you Floyd | make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | You stand at the bottom of a rising passage. Before you is a deep pit. Floyd | The sides are steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble Floyd | down, but you make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You sit at the edge, turn, catch, and hang full-length against the Floyd | wall. There ought to be a foothold... Floyd | Floyd | Well, perhaps not. You slam into the ledge and lean into stone, face Floyd | and belly, trying not to slide any farther. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | After a moment you retake your balance, and turn. This ledge is barely Floyd | two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like it's angled slightly Floyd | outward. The pit stretches above and below you; but you can see no way Floyd | to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle arc hangs across the pit, well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | This ledge is barely two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like Floyd | it's angled slightly outward. The pit stretches above and below you; Floyd | but you can see no way to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle arc hangs across the pit, well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You can see no way through in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "back" | ||||||
Floyd | You can see no way through in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | This ledge is barely two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like Floyd | it's angled slightly outward. The pit stretches above and below you; Floyd | but you can see no way to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle arc hangs across the pit, well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | Ascent is impossible. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | This ledge is barely two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like Floyd | it's angled slightly outward. The pit stretches above and below you; Floyd | but you can see no way to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle arc hangs across the pit, well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | This ledge is barely two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like Floyd | it's angled slightly outward. The pit stretches above and below you; Floyd | but you can see no way to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle arc hangs across the pit, well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "crawl" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "r" | ||||||
Floyd | [r -> drop] Floyd | What do you want to drop? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "r" | ||||||
Floyd | [r -> drop] Floyd | What do you want to drop? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | [r -> drop] Floyd | The side passage is out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | Both side passages are well above you, and a fair distance around the Floyd | pit wall as well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "climb" | ||||||
Floyd | What do you want to climb? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "wall" | ||||||
Floyd | The walls are not climbable here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | This ledge is barely two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like Floyd | it's angled slightly outward. The pit stretches above and below you; Floyd | but you can see no way to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle arc hangs across the pit, well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x pit" | ||||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the pit above or the pit below? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x pit below" | ||||||
Floyd | You can make out the pit floor. It's only two or three body-lengths Floyd | down; but the stone formations directly below you look vicious. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||||
Floyd | The rope curves some fifteen feet above you. Jumping is just a bit Floyd | optimistic. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x rope" | ||||||
Floyd | It's a rope. Someone must have been trying to cross the pit. Yes, you Floyd | can make out the side passages now -- dark patches in the walls above Floyd | you. The rope seems to be tied to a pillar by one; the other end is Floyd | wound around an opposite pillar, hooked precariously by something Floyd | white and curved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "grab rope" | ||||||
Floyd | Even at the center of its arc, the rope is fifteen feet above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to restart? | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter, : Floyd | : In Darkness : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Hunter, in Darkness Floyd | A Cave Crawl by "Dave Ahl Jr." (Andrew Plotkin) Floyd | First-time players should type "about". Floyd | Release 4 / Serial number 991119 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/9 Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Nearly -- nearly. The animal stink is rank and close. You raise your Floyd | crossbow, try to peer beyond dark, wet stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | You glance around again. The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding Floyd | around folds of limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and Floyd | there is a side chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | Something shifts in the darkness ahead, a great silent bulk. Your Floyd | prey. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x chamber" | ||||||
Floyd | A high chamber lies to your left. You cannot see its far side, but the Floyd | rustle of cave bats drifts from the darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding around folds of Floyd | limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and there is a side Floyd | chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | A faint rustling echoes deep in the side chamber, and the laughing Floyd | chitter of bats. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding around folds of Floyd | limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and there is a side Floyd | chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding around folds of Floyd | limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and there is a side Floyd | chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding around folds of Floyd | limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and there is a side Floyd | chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding around folds of Floyd | limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and there is a side Floyd | chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding around folds of Floyd | limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and there is a side Floyd | chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | The passage drops off suddenly, ending in a deep pit. The sides are Floyd | steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble down, but you Floyd | make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x chamber" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x wall" | ||||||
Floyd | Limestone, streaked and banded, rippled and bulged and twisted like Floyd | the flesh of some living thing. You've seen many caves before, but the Floyd | beauty never wearies. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||||
Floyd | You're tired and covered with mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying your crossbow (loaded with a bolt), a thighband with Floyd | four bolts (strapped to your leg), and a brightly-glowing lamplens (on Floyd | your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x lamplens" | ||||||
Floyd | A clear glareless light pours from the lamp's curved face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x rope" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x arc" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | You stand at the bottom of a rising passage. Before you is a deep pit. Floyd | The sides are steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble Floyd | down, but you make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You sit at the edge, turn, catch, and hang full-length against the Floyd | wall. There ought to be a foothold... Floyd | Floyd | Well, perhaps not. You slam into the ledge and lean into stone, face Floyd | and belly, trying not to slide any farther. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | After a moment you retake your balance, and turn. This ledge is barely Floyd | two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like it's angled slightly Floyd | outward. The pit stretches above and below you; but you can see no way Floyd | to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle arc hangs across the pit, well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x arc" | ||||||
Floyd | It's a rope. Someone must have been trying to cross the pit. Yes, you Floyd | can make out the side passages now -- dark patches in the walls above Floyd | you. The rope seems to be tied to a pillar by one; the other end is Floyd | wound around an opposite pillar, hooked precariously by something Floyd | white and curved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x pillar" | ||||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the left side passage or the right side passage? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x left pillar" | ||||||
Floyd | The passage is just a dark patch in the side of the pit, off to the Floyd | side and far above the ledge you stand on. Its outline is ragged with Floyd | stalactites and flowstone pillars where water has dripped for Floyd | millennia down the pit walls. A rope is tied securely to one such Floyd | pillar, and stretches across the pit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jump up" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't jump over that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "grab rope" | ||||||
Floyd | Even at the center of its arc, the rope is fifteen feet above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You can see no way through in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "back" | ||||||
Floyd | You can see no way through in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You dangle your legs over the edge again, and turn and hang... and Floyd | look down. And change your mind. The spires below are like fangs in a Floyd | stone maw. You scramble back to the ledge to think it over. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | Ascent is impossible. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You dangle your legs over the edge again, and turn and hang... and Floyd | steel yourself, and drop. Floyd | Floyd | The stone blades that impale you probably aren't that large, in truth. Floyd | You don't care. The sound of fluttering wings draws closer. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter, : Floyd | : In Darkness : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Hunter, in Darkness Floyd | A Cave Crawl by "Dave Ahl Jr." (Andrew Plotkin) Floyd | First-time players should type "about". Floyd | Release 4 / Serial number 991119 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/9 Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Nearly -- nearly. The animal stink is rank and close. You raise your Floyd | crossbow, try to peer beyond dark, wet stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | The passage drops off suddenly, ending in a deep pit. The sides are Floyd | steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble down, but you Floyd | make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x pit" | ||||||
Floyd | The pit is edged in veined, knotted flowstone. A stiff climb, Floyd | considering its steepness, but possible -- in descent. Floyd | Floyd | You can make out a ledge far below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x floor" | ||||||
Floyd | The floor is irregular, water-worn. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x walls" | ||||||
Floyd | Limestone, streaked and banded, rippled and bulged and twisted like Floyd | the flesh of some living thing. You've seen many caves before, but the Floyd | beauty never wearies. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||||||
Floyd | Dark stone glistens overhead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||||
Floyd | You're tired and covered with mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x crossbow" | ||||||
Floyd | The crossbow is well-designed enough to be simple. Laminated Floyd | leaf-laths, fiber string, and a cocking lever that runs the full Floyd | length of the stock. Floyd | Floyd | The bow is loaded with a bolt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | You stand at the bottom of a rising passage. Before you is a deep pit. Floyd | The sides are steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble Floyd | down, but you make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x passage" | ||||||
Floyd | The passage rises behind you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x cave" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x sides" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | You stand at the bottom of a rising passage. Before you is a deep pit. Floyd | The sides are steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble Floyd | down, but you make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | You stand at the bottom of a rising passage. Before you is a deep pit. Floyd | The sides are steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble Floyd | down, but you make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | You stand at the bottom of a rising passage. Before you is a deep pit. Floyd | The sides are steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble Floyd | down, but you make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You sit at the edge, turn, catch, and hang full-length against the Floyd | wall. There ought to be a foothold... Floyd | Floyd | Well, perhaps not. You slam into the ledge and lean into stone, face Floyd | and belly, trying not to slide any farther. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | After a moment you retake your balance, and turn. This ledge is barely Floyd | two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like it's angled slightly Floyd | outward. The pit stretches above and below you; but you can see no way Floyd | to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle arc hangs across the pit, well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x ledge" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x floor" | ||||||
Floyd | You can make out the pit floor. It's only two or three body-lengths Floyd | down; but the stone formations directly below you look vicious. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x stone" | ||||||
Floyd | (the stone blades) Floyd | Sharp spires rise directly below you -- some chance result of dripping Floyd | minerals and flowing water. If you try to descend farther, you'll slip Floyd | and probably fall into them. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x pit above" | ||||||
Floyd | The pit walls are slick vertical limestone here, although you know Floyd | they widen somewhere above. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x limestone" | ||||||
Floyd | Limestone, streaked and banded, rippled and bulged and twisted like Floyd | the flesh of some living thing. You've seen many caves before, but the Floyd | beauty never wearies. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "take bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | You extract the bolt from the crossbow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "scratch wall" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "put bolt in wall" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt in the stone wall) Floyd | That can't contain things. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "hit wall with bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to hit the stone wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "hit wall" | ||||||
Floyd | There are better targets. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "kick wall" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | This ledge is barely two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like Floyd | it's angled slightly outward. The pit stretches above and below you; Floyd | but you can see no way to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle arc hangs across the pit, well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to restart? | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | : Hunter, : Floyd | : In Darkness : Floyd | : : Floyd | : : Floyd | | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Hunter, in Darkness Floyd | A Cave Crawl by "Dave Ahl Jr." (Andrew Plotkin) Floyd | First-time players should type "about". Floyd | Release 4 / Serial number 991119 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/9 Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Nearly -- nearly. The animal stink is rank and close. You raise your Floyd | crossbow, try to peer beyond dark, wet stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "r" | ||||||
Floyd | [r -> drop] Floyd | What do you want to drop? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "back" | ||||||
Floyd | [r -> drop] Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You creep up the passage, as stealthily as you can. It must be Floyd | retreating ahead, for you see only empty stone, though the smell grows Floyd | harsher... Floyd | Floyd | And the eyes of the beast are on you, and claws come out of the night. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You knew when you slid down here that climbing back would be Floyd | impossible. Floyd | Floyd | Something shifts in the darkness ahead, a great silent bulk. Your Floyd | prey. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | The passage drops off suddenly, ending in a deep pit. The sides are Floyd | steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble down, but you Floyd | make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | You can see no way through in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You can see no way through in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "back" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Branching Cave Floyd | You glance around again. The cave narrows ahead, a tight crawl winding Floyd | around folds of limestone. A low passage descends to your right, and Floyd | there is a side chamber on the left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | The passage drops off suddenly, ending in a deep pit. The sides are Floyd | steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble down, but you Floyd | make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x pit" | ||||||
Floyd | The pit is edged in veined, knotted flowstone. A stiff climb, Floyd | considering its steepness, but possible -- in descent. Floyd | Floyd | You can make out a ledge far below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x ledge" | ||||||
Floyd | The ledge is deep in the pit's darkness. You can see no details. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x stone" | ||||||
Floyd | Limestone, streaked and banded, rippled and bulged and twisted like Floyd | the flesh of some living thing. You've seen many caves before, but the Floyd | beauty never wearies. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | You stand at the bottom of a rising passage. Before you is a deep pit. Floyd | The sides are steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble Floyd | down, but you make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x edge of pit" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying your crossbow (loaded with a bolt), a thighband with Floyd | four bolts (strapped to your leg), and a brightly-glowing lamplens (on Floyd | your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x thighband" | ||||||
Floyd | It's a long band of heavy leather, with side straps, woven into a Floyd | foot-long tube. The four bolts inside are secure yet easily slid out, Floyd | and the whole is strapped comfortably to your leg. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You sit at the edge, turn, catch, and hang full-length against the Floyd | wall. There ought to be a foothold... Floyd | Floyd | Well, perhaps not. You slam into the ledge and lean into stone, face Floyd | and belly, trying not to slide any farther. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | After a moment you retake your balance, and turn. This ledge is barely Floyd | two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like it's angled slightly Floyd | outward. The pit stretches above and below you; but you can see no way Floyd | to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle arc hangs across the pit, well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen01" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You sit at the edge, turn, catch, and hang full-length against the Floyd | wall. There ought to be a foothold... Floyd | Floyd | Well, perhaps not. You slam into the ledge and lean into stone, face Floyd | and belly, trying not to slide any farther. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | After a moment you retake your balance, and turn. This ledge is barely Floyd | two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like it's angled slightly Floyd | outward. The pit stretches above and below you; but you can see no way Floyd | to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle arc hangs across the pit, well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "remove thighband" | ||||||
Floyd | You unstrap the thighband. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "remove bolts" | ||||||
Floyd | bolt: You extract the bolt from the crossbow. Floyd | bolt: You slide a bolt from your thighband. Floyd | bolt: You slide a bolt from your thighband. Floyd | bolt: You slide a bolt from your thighband. Floyd | bolt: You slide the last bolt from your thighband. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "put bolt in crossbow" | ||||||
Floyd | You put the bolt into the crossbow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying four bolts, your crossbow (loaded with a bolt), an Floyd | empty thighband, and a brightly-glowing lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x thighband" | ||||||
Floyd | It's a long band of heavy leather, with side straps, woven into a Floyd | foot-long tube. It can be strapped comfortably to your leg. The band Floyd | is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "shoot rope" | ||||||
Floyd | The crossbow isn't cocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "cock croswsbow" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "arm croswsbow" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x croswsbow" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "cock crossbow" | ||||||
Floyd | You pull down the lever, winching the string back until it locks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "shoot rope" | ||||||
Floyd | Tunk. Well shot -- the bolt catches the rope neatly in the center, Floyd | whipping it upward before shearing through. The ends dance like mad Floyd | snakes, then settle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "load corss bow" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "load crossbow" | ||||||
Floyd | You put the bolt into the crossbow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "wear thigh" | ||||||
Floyd | (first taking your leg) Floyd | Autodismemberment isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "wear thighband" | ||||||
Floyd | You fasten the band back on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "put bolts in thightband" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "put bolts in thighband" | ||||||
Floyd | bolt: Done. Floyd | bolt: Done. Floyd | bolt: Done. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "grab rope" | ||||||
Floyd | You move to the extreme right side of the ledge and stretch, but the Floyd | cut end of the rope is too far up and out. The left end is no better. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x rope" | ||||||
Floyd | You've split the rope. Half hangs down from the left side passage Floyd | where it's tied; the other dangles from the curved white claw that Floyd | hooks it by the right passage. The cut ends are several feet above Floyd | your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen02" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||||
Floyd | You back along the ledge, then take a long step and leap... Floyd | Floyd | The cut end of the rope brushes your fingers, but you have no chance Floyd | to grab it. You twist, plummet, and are impaled on sharp stone. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen01" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | You stand at the bottom of a rising passage. Before you is a deep pit. Floyd | The sides are steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble Floyd | down, but you make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You sit at the edge, turn, catch, and hang full-length against the Floyd | wall. There ought to be a foothold... Floyd | Floyd | Well, perhaps not. You slam into the ledge and lean into stone, face Floyd | and belly, trying not to slide any farther. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | After a moment you retake your balance, and turn. This ledge is barely Floyd | two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like it's angled slightly Floyd | outward. The pit stretches above and below you; but you can see no way Floyd | to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle arc hangs across the pit, well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "cock crossbow" | ||||||
Floyd | You pull down the lever, winching the string back until it locks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "shoot rope" | ||||||
Floyd | Tunk. Well shot -- the bolt catches the rope neatly in the center, Floyd | whipping it upward before shearing through. The ends dance like mad Floyd | snakes, then settle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen02" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||||
Floyd | You back along the ledge, then take a long step and leap... Floyd | Floyd | The cut end of the rope brushes your fingers, but you have no chance Floyd | to grab it. You twist, plummet, and are impaled on sharp stone. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | Ascent is impossible. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | Both side passages are well above you, and a fair distance around the Floyd | pit wall as well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x hands" | ||||||
Floyd | It's been there all your life. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||||
Floyd | You're tired and covered with mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "clean me" | ||||||
Floyd | You achieve nothing by this. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||||
Floyd | You're tired and covered with mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x mud" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying your crossbow, a thighband with four bolts (strapped Floyd | to your leg), and a brightly-glowing lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x left rope" | ||||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the left side Floyd | passage. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x left" | ||||||
Floyd | The passage is just a dark patch in the side of the pit, off to the Floyd | side and far above the ledge you stand on. Its outline is ragged with Floyd | stalactites and flowstone pillars where water has dripped for Floyd | millennia down the pit walls. A rope is tied securely to one such Floyd | pillar, and hangs down the wall to a point above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | Ascent is impossible. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "get rope" | ||||||
Floyd | You move to the extreme right side of the ledge and stretch, but the Floyd | cut end of the rope is too far up and out. The left end is no better. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x right" | ||||||
Floyd | The passage is just a dark patch in the side of the pit, off to the Floyd | side and far above the ledge you stand on. Its outline is ragged with Floyd | stalactites and flowstone pillars where water has dripped for Floyd | millennia down the pit walls. A rope is wrapped around one such Floyd | pillar, hooked to itself with a curved white claw. The rope hangs down Floyd | the wall to a point above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x claw" | ||||||
Floyd | Long, curved, white -- it's a claw, a broken-off claw of the animal Floyd | that you seek. Half the rope is still tied to it, and the makeshift Floyd | grapple is wound precariously around a pillar by the right passage, Floyd | above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Both side passages are well above you, and a fair distance around the Floyd | pit wall as well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | Both side passages are well above you, and a fair distance around the Floyd | pit wall as well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x rope" | ||||||
Floyd | You've split the rope. Half hangs down from the left side passage Floyd | where it's tied; the other dangles from the curved white claw that Floyd | hooks it by the right passage. The cut ends are several feet above Floyd | your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "climb" | ||||||
Floyd | What do you want to climb? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "climb wall" | ||||||
Floyd | The walls are not climbable here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "climb rope" | ||||||
Floyd | You move to the extreme right side of the ledge and stretch, but the Floyd | cut end of the rope is too far up and out. The left end is no better. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "climb down" | ||||||
Floyd | You dangle your legs over the edge again, and turn and hang... and Floyd | look down. And change your mind. The spires below are like fangs in a Floyd | stone maw. You scramble back to the ledge to think it over. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "crawl" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "remove bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (first taking the bolt) Floyd | You slide a bolt from your thighband. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "load bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | (the bolt into the crossbow) Floyd | You put the bolt into the crossbow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "cock crossbow" | ||||||
Floyd | You pull down the lever, winching the string back until it locks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "shoot claw" | ||||||
Floyd | Tunk. Well shot -- the claw is dislodged, whirls furiously around the Floyd | pillar, and falls free. Its half of the rope snakes down into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen02" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | This ledge is barely two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like Floyd | it's angled slightly outward. The pit stretches above and below you; Floyd | but you can see no way to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | Two ends of a rope hang down the pit walls, above you and to either Floyd | side of the ledge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen01" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Edge Of Pit Floyd | You stand at the bottom of a rising passage. Before you is a deep pit. Floyd | The sides are steep but not vertical; you might be able to scramble Floyd | down, but you make no bets about climbing back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You sit at the edge, turn, catch, and hang full-length against the Floyd | wall. There ought to be a foothold... Floyd | Floyd | Well, perhaps not. You slam into the ledge and lean into stone, face Floyd | and belly, trying not to slide any farther. Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | After a moment you retake your balance, and turn. This ledge is barely Floyd | two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like it's angled slightly Floyd | outward. The pit stretches above and below you; but you can see no way Floyd | to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | A gentle arc hangs across the pit, well above your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x arc" | ||||||
Floyd | It's a rope. Someone must have been trying to cross the pit. Yes, you Floyd | can make out the side passages now -- dark patches in the walls above Floyd | you. The rope seems to be tied to a pillar by one; the other end is Floyd | wound around an opposite pillar, hooked precariously by something Floyd | white and curved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x white" | ||||||
Floyd | Long, curved, white -- it's a claw, a broken-off claw of the creature Floyd | that you seek. The rope is tied to it, and the makeshift grapple is Floyd | wound precariously around a pillar by the right passage, above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen02" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "shoot claw" | ||||||
Floyd | The crossbow isn't cocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "cock crossbow" | ||||||
Floyd | You pull down the lever, winching the string back until it locks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "shoot claw" | ||||||
Floyd | Tunk. Well shot -- the claw is dislodged, whirls furiously around the Floyd | pillar, and falls free. The rope swings down past you and hangs to Floyd | your left, claw still tied to the end. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen02" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "climb rope" | ||||||
Floyd | You breathe a moment; only one chance at this. Floyd | Floyd | A step and a leap, and you clutch the rope. It's slicker than you Floyd | expected; chilly and damp. Perhaps a bit of mold, you think Floyd | abstractedly, as your hands slip, and catch, and slip again -- Floyd | Floyd | Ouch. You've fetched up against the knot at the bottom of the rope; Floyd | and the claw is biting into your hand. Razor-edged on the inside. You Floyd | hope you never run into one of these alive -- ow. You've slipped Floyd | again, and now both your hands are clamped around the claw, and your Floyd | full weight is on them. Floyd | Floyd | Hanging From a Rope Floyd | You are dangling at the end of the rope, against a sheer stone wall. Floyd | Directly below you are vicious stone blades, and the claw you hang Floyd | from is slowly slicing into your palms, and it hurts... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "climb rope" | ||||||
Floyd | You couldn't even hold in place on the rope, and that was before your Floyd | hands were cut bloody. Climbing is impossible. Floyd | Floyd | Your fingers slip, and the claw-edge cuts a little deeper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "let go" | ||||||
Floyd | What do you want to let go of? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "let go of rope" | ||||||
Floyd | There is a moment of free fall, and then you are impaled on stone Floyd | spires. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Hanging From a Rope Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen02" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "get rope" | ||||||
Floyd | The rope hangs a bit too far beyond the ledge. It would be an easy Floyd | jump, but you can't simply grab it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "remove thigh strap" | ||||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to remove your leg. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "remove thighstrap" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying your crossbow, a thighband with four bolts (strapped Floyd | to your leg), and a brightly-glowing lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "remove thighband" | ||||||
Floyd | You unstrap the thighband. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | This ledge is barely two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like Floyd | it's angled slightly outward. The pit stretches above and below you; Floyd | but you can see no way to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | The rope hangs down the pit wall to your left. The claw dangles from Floyd | its end, at about the level of your waist. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "whoa, realtime" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "get rope with thighband" | ||||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to get the rope. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "touch rope with thighband" | ||||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to touch the rope. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder asks (of jenrexrode), "oh, you're thinking of wrapping the rope with it or our hands with it?" | |||||
| jenrexrode says, "they pretty much played the whole game while I was napping, so I restarted." | ||||||
| jenrexrode says, "I was gonna try to snag it, or get it to swing." | ||||||
| Binder says (to jenrexrode), "yup, I was afk while they did it but I just tabbed through it" | ||||||
| Binder says, "those both sound like excellent ideas to try" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "swing thighband" | ||||||
Floyd | That makes no sense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "hook rope" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "push rope" | ||||||
Floyd | The rope hangs a bit too far beyond the ledge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "push rope with thighband" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "move rope" | ||||||
Floyd | The rope hangs a bit too far beyond the ledge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "take bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | You slide a bolt from your thighband. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "load bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | (the bolt into the crossbow) Floyd | You put the bolt into the crossbow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "shoot claw" | ||||||
Floyd | The crossbow isn't cocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "cock crossbow" | ||||||
Floyd | You pull down the lever, winching the string back until it locks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "shoot claw" | ||||||
Floyd | Tunk. Your bolt sets the claw spinning wildly at the end of the rope. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "grab rope" | ||||||
Floyd | The rope hangs a bit too far beyond the ledge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "shoot rope" | ||||||
Floyd | The crossbow isn't loaded. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "I guess spinning wildly doesn't include spinning close to us" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "load bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt into the crossbow) Floyd | You need to be holding the bolt before you can put it into something Floyd | else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "take bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | You slide a bolt from your thighband. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "load bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | (the bolt into the crossbow) Floyd | You put the bolt into the crossbow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "cock crossbow" | ||||||
Floyd | You pull down the lever, winching the string back until the kolt-pin Floyd | locks behind the warden. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "shoot rope" | ||||||
Floyd | Tunk. Well shot again; the bolt snags the middle of the rope and Floyd | shears through. The lower half of the rope, with claw attached, snakes Floyd | down into the darkness below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "grab rope" | ||||||
Floyd | You move to the extreme left side of the ledge and stretch, but the Floyd | cut end of the rope is too far up and out. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "bye rope" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen02" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Narrow Ledge Floyd | This ledge is barely two feet wide at most. You try not to feel like Floyd | it's angled slightly outward. The pit stretches above and below you; Floyd | but you can see no way to climb from here, either way. Floyd | Floyd | The rope hangs down the pit wall to your left. The claw dangles from Floyd | its end, at about the level of your waist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "remove thighband" | ||||||
Floyd | You unstrap the thighband. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "put thighband on hand" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not how the thighband is meant to be worn. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying your crossbow, a thighband with four bolts, and a Floyd | brightly-glowing lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen02" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "remove lamplens" | ||||||
Floyd | You slip the lamplens from your wrist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "wear lamplens on hand" | ||||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to wear the lamplens. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "put lamplens on hand" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not how the lamplens is meant to be worn. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen02" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "climb rope" | ||||||
Floyd | You breathe a moment; only one chance at this. Floyd | Floyd | A step and a leap, and you clutch the rope. It's slicker than you Floyd | expected; chilly and damp. Perhaps a bit of mold, you think Floyd | abstractedly, as your hands slip, and catch, and slip again -- Floyd | Floyd | Ouch. You've fetched up against the knot at the bottom of the rope; Floyd | and the claw is biting into your hand. Razor-edged on the inside. You Floyd | hope you never run into one of these alive -- ow. You've slipped Floyd | again, and now both your hands are clamped around the claw, and your Floyd | full weight is on them. Floyd | Floyd | Hanging From a Rope Floyd | You are dangling at the end of the rope, against a sheer stone wall. Floyd | Directly below you are vicious stone blades, and the claw you hang Floyd | from is slowly slicing into your palms, and it hurts... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "swing" | ||||||
Floyd | (yourself) Floyd | You lurch yourself to the side, kick at the wall, and manage to set Floyd | yourself swinging. The pain is amazing, but you have a chance at Floyd | missing the stone blades now. Floyd | Floyd | Your fingers slip, and the claw-edge cuts a little deeper. Floyd | Floyd | You swing along the wall, fingers screaming at the extra strain. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "hooray" | |||||
| jenrexrode exclaims, "jane, get me off this crazy thing!" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "let go of rope" | ||||||
Floyd | You twist back, forth, back, increasing your swing. Now -- you're Floyd | rising away from the spires, which look sharper than ever -- you let Floyd | go of the claw, finally, the pain nearly stops -- and you drop -- Floyd | | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Pit Floyd | You begin to drag yourself up. Ah -- no, you won't be putting any Floyd | weight on your hands. They're badly torn up, and bleeding freely. Floyd | Floyd | This is the bottom of a wide pit. The walls are entirely unclimbable, Floyd | of course. The floor is rippled and uneven, rising to sharp blades of Floyd | stone near the edge. Mud and pebbles are strewn everywhere, but Floyd | there's no standing water, so -- yes -- a narrow crawl leads down in Floyd | the far corner. Floyd | Floyd | A twisted shape lies nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen03" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x shape" | ||||||
Floyd | It's human. Floyd | Floyd | And it's been here a long time. He has, you think... or she, for all Floyd | you know. There's little left to recall this broken shape to past Floyd | life. The bones lie crumpled, clad in tatters of chewed black flesh. Floyd | The clothes have fared somewhat better -- some resistant fiber -- but Floyd | even they are brittle and rent. Floyd | Floyd | A bat flutters down from overhead. And another. You wave your arms, Floyd | but they're keeping their distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x clothes" | ||||||
Floyd | The corpse is wrapped in rags gone colorless with time. The cloth is Floyd | cracked and stained where it rested against flesh, but much is merely Floyd | old. Floyd | Floyd | Blood continues to trickle down your fingers. Floyd | Floyd | More bats gather. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "get clothes" | ||||||
Floyd | The old fiber tears without too much strain. You manage to rip loose Floyd | some strips from the loose hems, lying clear of the corpse. What Floyd | remains behind, stained with old decay, you'd just as soon not touch. Floyd | Floyd | You are starting to feel quite chill and distant. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying some cloth strips, your crossbow, a thighband with Floyd | four bolts (strapped to your leg), and a cracked but still glowing Floyd | lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | A stream of bats flickers overhead, around, never settling. You wave Floyd | again. They seem more attracted than frightened by your hand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "wrap hand with cloth" | ||||||
Floyd | You quickly bind up your hands with the cloth. It stanches the Floyd | bleeding, at least. You only hope that you can get to better care Floyd | before infection sets in. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Pit Floyd | This is the bottom of a wide pit. The walls are entirely unclimbable, Floyd | of course. The floor is rippled and uneven, rising to sharp blades of Floyd | stone near the edge. Mud and pebbles are strewn everywhere, but Floyd | there's no standing water, so -- yes -- a narrow crawl leads down in Floyd | the far corner. Floyd | Floyd | Bats flutter everywhere, just overhead. Floyd | Floyd | A twisted corpse lies nearby. Floyd | Floyd | The bats seem less agitated now. Floyd | Floyd | Something moves on the ground nearby. You twist around violently, but Floyd | it's not approaching you; the bat is crouched over the blood-stained Floyd | stone where you fell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You kneel, stiffly, and poke your head into the opening. It's tight, Floyd | and it looks like it gets tighter ahead. No help for it -- you crawl Floyd | inside, pushing the crossbow awkwardly ahead of you. Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | You're on your hands and knees in a throat of stone. The roof dips Floyd | even lower ahead. If you advance, it'll be squirming forwards on your Floyd | belly. And squirming backwards will be impossible, you think grimly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You can see no way through in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You hunch your elbows beneath your chest, and wiggle forward on them, Floyd | into the gullet. Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | You stop, after a long silent time, to rest. Crawling is hard work, Floyd | you know well, and your aching shoulders and scraped knees attest to Floyd | it. But the crawl is no different here than anywhere. You have just Floyd | enough room to raise your head, and there's nothing to see ahead but Floyd | more stone to crawl through. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "oh boy. claustrophobia ahoy" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You begin determinedly working yourself forward, again. Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | The rock is lower above you. And narrower; you're lying full length Floyd | now, your arms stretched out ahead, but still rough stone scrapes your Floyd | shoulders. And you seem to be angling a bit downwards. Floyd | Floyd | Icy water is trickling past you. Floyd | Floyd | Your lamp flickers erratically. The moisture must be getting to its Floyd | workings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You continue. Scrabble with fingers, brace arms, push with toes. Shove Floyd | the crossbow a bit farther ahead. You're definitely tilted head-down Floyd | now. Is the stone pressing more tightly to either side of you? Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | You lie on your side, gasping, trying to recover some strength. Your Floyd | back is sore; your neck is worse. Your head aches from cracking into Floyd | unexpected stone. A cold stony knot presses into your left side, your Floyd | right knee. Floyd | Floyd | You stretch forward once more, feeling for a few more inches before Floyd | you continue. Floyd | Floyd | Splash. Floyd | Floyd | Your fingers are submerged in water. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | You lie on your side, gasping, trying to recover some strength. Your Floyd | back is sore; your neck is worse. Your head aches from cracking into Floyd | unexpected stone. A cold stony knot presses into your left side, your Floyd | right knee. Floyd | Floyd | A trickle of water runs past you, and merges into a shallow pool at Floyd | your fingertips. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You stretch your hands forward, submerging them. Hunch, stretch. Floyd | Inchworm... inchworm... Floyd | Floyd | Your arms are submerged, and water ripples at your chin. No room to Floyd | lift your head. You turn your face to the side, cheek scraping against Floyd | the damn everpresent stone, and stretch again. Floyd | Floyd | Your lamp flickers once and goes out. Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | You are lying in cold still water. It licks at your cheek and arms, Floyd | and across the backs of your thighs. The chill makes your bruised Floyd | knees and chest hurt all the more; your neck screams from craning high Floyd | enough to breathe, but there is no room to sit up. No room to turn. No Floyd | room. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You struggle on. You hope the water grows no deeper. That thought Floyd | occupies you for a few more hunches, a few more stretches. Grow no Floyd | deeper. If the water grows deeper... Grow no deeper. You shake that Floyd | away, and nothing comes to replace it. Floyd | Floyd | You crawl on in the dark. The water grows no deeper. Floyd | Floyd | Maybe it's not as deep now? Floyd | Floyd | Tight Crawl Floyd | Water trickles over your hands, but the floor must have risen; there Floyd | is less of it... a note of hope. But you cannot see. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You thrust your shoulders forward. They stick. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You push again. It's just this spot; your hands are free in a wider Floyd | area ahead. But immovable stone grates against your chest and Floyd | shoulders. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You've got one shoulder past the edge. The other is behind a corner of Floyd | stone, and you can't imagine how it's going to get through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You brace your legs as best you can, and shove futilely against the Floyd | trap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You brace your legs as best you can, and shove futilely against the Floyd | trap. Floyd | Floyd | You are never going to leave this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "hehe" | |||||
| jenrexrode says, "hehe" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says, "oops" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You brace your legs as best you can, and shove... Floyd | Floyd | It feels like scraping flesh from bone, but your shoulder tears past Floyd | the edge. You lie and gasp for a moment, and then work your torso Floyd | painfully through the gap. Floyd | Floyd | The passage slants sharply down now, but it's widening. It's widening. Floyd | You half-crawl, half-slide downward, dragging your legs out of the Floyd | gap, and come to rest in what seems like blinding light -- | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Smallish Cave Floyd | Eventually, you manage to sit up and look around. Floyd | Floyd | You are in a smallish roundish cave. Gravel and small rock chips cover Floyd | the ground. Water trickles audibly, somewhere nearby. A path runs Floyd | right, a steep crack heads left, and a pit climbs up. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder lets out his breathe. | |||||
| Binder says, "it's weird to think of a pit climbing up; I guess I'd think of that as a chimney or something" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen04" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a small, oblong cave. Cascades of white flowstone billow Floyd | across the walls, and you can hear water rushing in the distance. The Floyd | ground is worn into polished flowing curves. A path goes right, a wide Floyd | crack leads down, and a narrow crawl leads ahead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Largish Cave Floyd | You are in a largish roundish cave. A thin layer of mud lies Floyd | underfoot. Ropy pillars rise from floor to roof, and a small still Floyd | pool lies to one side. A crack runs left, a narrow crawl ascends, and Floyd | a twisty passage descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Smallish Cave Floyd | This is a smallish round cave, with a low roof. You can hear water Floyd | rushing in the distance. A low path leads left, a rough crawl leads Floyd | right, and a crawl heads up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Largish Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x pool" | ||||||
Floyd | Just a bit of muddy water that's gathered at a low point in the cave. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "search pool" | ||||||
Floyd | There is nothing in the water but silt. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a distant whiff of something. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "uh oh" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Largish Cave Floyd | You are in a largish roundish cave. A thin layer of mud lies Floyd | underfoot. Ropy pillars rise from floor to roof, and a small still Floyd | pool lies to one side. A crack runs left, a narrow crawl ascends, and Floyd | a twisty passage descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | You are in a tiny, oblong cavern. A thin layer of mud lies underfoot. Floyd | Needles of white calcite spray from the rocks nearby, and a small Floyd | still pool lies to one side. A chimney ascends, a rough path runs Floyd | right, and a tunnel descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x chimney" | ||||||
Floyd | A chimney ascends. You can see only more darkness beyond. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "it could be something delicious! like a distant whiff of cinnamon rolls" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | This is a small, elongated cave. The floor is crusted with wet sand. A Floyd | rough crack leads forward, a steep passage goes left, and a passage Floyd | leads right. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "...but it probably isn't" | |||||
| jenrexrode says, "I think it's our prey" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | You grimly push your aching feet onward. Floyd | Floyd | Cramped Cavern Floyd | This is a cramped, oblong cavern. Cascades of violet flowstone billow Floyd | across the walls, and stalagmites cluster thickly around you. A pit Floyd | climbs up, a path runs down, and a path leads ahead. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "that would make more sense than someone baking cinnamon rolls down here." | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Round Room Floyd | This is a round room. A small still pool lies to one side, and Floyd | delicate dark grey crystals grow everywhere. A wide passage leads Floyd | left, a low tunnel heads up, and a twisty pit runs down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x pool" | ||||||
Floyd | Just a bit of muddy water that's gathered at a low point in the cave. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Smallish Cavern Floyd | You are in a smallish cavern, with a low roof. Brown striations band Floyd | the walls. A chimney leads up, a twisting path leads forward, and a Floyd | wide crack goes left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "go up chimney" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | This is a small, elongated cave. The floor is crusted with wet sand. A Floyd | rough crack leads forward, a steep passage goes left, and a passage Floyd | leads right. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | This is a small, elongated cave. The floor is crusted with wet sand. A Floyd | rough crack leads forward, a steep passage goes left, and a passage Floyd | leads right. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Elongated Pit Floyd | You are in an elongated pit. Stalactites hang low overhead, and Floyd | stalagmites cluster thickly around you. A low passage climbs up, a Floyd | tunnel heads left, and a passage heads right. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Cramped Room Floyd | This is a cramped, oblong room. Orange travertine seems to pour down Floyd | the wall nearby, and the air is chill and damp. A thick layer of mud Floyd | lies underfoot. A wide passage runs left, a path leads ahead, and a Floyd | wide tunnel goes right. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Pit Floyd | This is a pit. The floor is crusted with damp sand. A steep tunnel Floyd | leads up, a twisty passage leads right, and a steep crawl heads down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Large Dome Floyd | You are in a large round dome. Gravel and small rock chips cover the Floyd | ground. Water trickles audibly, somewhere nearby. A crawl descends, a Floyd | twisty passage runs right, and a tunnel climbs up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dull Room Floyd | This is a dull room. Lacy, twisted pillars rise from floor to roof. A Floyd | twisting tunnel goes right, a tunnel goes left, and a twisting passage Floyd | leads up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | You grimly push your aching feet onward. Floyd | Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | You are in a tiny, elongated cavern which is mazed with fine cracks. Floyd | Water trickles audibly, somewhere nearby, and cascades of greenish Floyd | flowstone billow across the walls. A path runs down, a tunnel leads Floyd | forward, and a narrow crawl leads left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Dull Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You grimly push your aching feet onward. Floyd | Floyd | Largish Cave Floyd | You are in a largish roundish cave. A thin layer of mud lies Floyd | underfoot. Ropy pillars rise from floor to roof, and a small still Floyd | pool lies to one side. A crack runs left, a narrow crawl ascends, and Floyd | a twisty passage descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | You are in a tiny, oblong cavern. A thin layer of mud lies underfoot. Floyd | Needles of white calcite spray from the rocks nearby, and a small Floyd | still pool lies to one side. A chimney ascends, a rough path runs Floyd | right, and a tunnel descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Roundish Pit Floyd | This is a roundish pit. Needles of pale grey calcite spray from the Floyd | rocks here and there, and gravel and chipped rock cover the ground. A Floyd | twisting crawl heads right, a passage runs down, and a narrow tunnel Floyd | leads ahead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | You are in a tiny cavern. Fine dry sand is drifted delicately across Floyd | the floor. A twisty pit heads down, a steep tunnel goes left, and a Floyd | twisting path leads right. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Roundish Pit Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Largish Dome Floyd | This is a largish, elongated dome. Delicate brown crystals grow Floyd | everywhere. A narrow crack goes right, a twisty passage leads up, and Floyd | a twisting passage leads down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dull Room Floyd | This is a dull room. Gravel and chipped rock cover the ground. Water Floyd | trickles audibly, somewhere nearby. A tunnel descends, a tunnel leads Floyd | ahead, and a twisty tunnel heads left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Largish Dome Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Large Pit Floyd | You are in a large round pit. Water trickles audibly, somewhere Floyd | nearby. A wide crawl leads right, a passage leads left, and a wide Floyd | path heads up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dull Room Floyd | This is a dull room. A thick layer of mud lies underfoot. Stalactites Floyd | form heavy stone fringes across the roof, and a small still pool lies Floyd | to one side. A passage leads ahead, a passage runs left, and a narrow Floyd | passage runs right. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Large Pit Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Smallish Cave Floyd | You are in a smallish cave. A thin layer of mud lies underfoot. The Floyd | uncertain light seems a bit brighter. A rough tunnel leads ahead, a Floyd | narrow path descends, and a rough tunnel heads left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Large Pit Floyd | You are in a large round pit. Water trickles audibly, somewhere Floyd | nearby. A wide crawl leads right, a passage leads left, and a wide Floyd | path heads up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You grimly push your aching feet onward. Floyd | Floyd | Dull Room Floyd | This is a dull room. A thick layer of mud lies underfoot. Stalactites Floyd | form heavy stone fringes across the roof, and a small still pool lies Floyd | to one side. A passage leads ahead, a passage runs left, and a narrow Floyd | passage runs right. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||||||
Floyd | The air smells of old mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says, "wondering if we can track it somehow" | |||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||||
Floyd | Stone-silence. Water drips somewhere. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a distant whiff of something. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Large Dome Floyd | This is a large, oblong dome. A thick layer of mud lies underfoot. The Floyd | uncertain light seems a bit dimmer. A steep crack climbs up, a crawl Floyd | leads ahead, and a wide passage heads left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Dull Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | This is a tiny roundish cavern which is mazed with fine cracks. The Floyd | uncertain light seems a bit brighter, and lacy, twisted pillars rise Floyd | from floor to roof. A tunnel heads right, a low crack heads up, and a Floyd | crack runs down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Cramped Cavern Floyd | You are in a cramped cavern, with a high roof. Stalactites hang low Floyd | overhead, and you can hear water rushing in the distance. The ground Floyd | is worn into polished flowing curves. A pit leads down, a low chimney Floyd | ascends, and a passage leads ahead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||||
Floyd | Stone-silence. Water drips somewhere. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a whiff of something rank. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dull Room Floyd | This is a dull room. A thick layer of mud lies underfoot. Stalactites Floyd | form heavy stone fringes across the roof, and a small still pool lies Floyd | to one side. A passage leads ahead, a passage runs left, and a narrow Floyd | passage runs right. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | This is a tiny roundish cavern which is mazed with fine cracks. The Floyd | uncertain light seems a bit brighter, and lacy, twisted pillars rise Floyd | from floor to roof. A tunnel heads right, a low crack heads up, and a Floyd | crack runs down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x pillars" | ||||||
Floyd | Hours ago, you might have been impressed. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder laughs | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x cracks" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x light" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x walls" | ||||||
Floyd | Limestone, streaked and banded, rippled and bulged and twisted like Floyd | the flesh of some living thing. You've seen many caves before, but the Floyd | beauty never wearies. Floyd | Floyd | You shake your head, side to side, trying to push off the weight of Floyd | weariness for another few minutes. Keep moving. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "hm I want to go to the light" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | You can see no way through in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder asks, "up the crack?" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "go crack" | ||||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the low crack up or the crack down? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "go low crack" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dull Room Floyd | This is a dull room. A thick layer of mud lies underfoot. Stalactites Floyd | form heavy stone fringes across the roof, and a small still pool lies Floyd | to one side. A passage leads ahead, a passage runs left, and a narrow Floyd | passage runs right. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "go right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Dull Room Floyd | You are in a dull room. Brown travertine seems to pour endlessly down Floyd | the wall nearby. A twisty tunnel leads forward, a pit leads down, and Floyd | a twisty crawl goes left. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "oh different dull room" | |||||
| Firion arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "forward" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Roundish Pit Floyd | This is a roundish pit. Needles of pale grey calcite spray from the Floyd | rocks here and there, and gravel and chipped rock cover the ground. A Floyd | twisting crawl heads right, a passage runs down, and a narrow tunnel Floyd | leads ahead. Floyd | Floyd | > | Firion asks, "What's playign?" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undi" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Roundish Pit Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Firion says, "oops playing*" | |||||
| jenrexrode says, "hunter in darkness" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | You are in a tiny cavern. Fine dry sand is drifted delicately across Floyd | the floor. A twisty pit heads down, a steep tunnel goes left, and a Floyd | twisting path leads right. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Largish Cave Floyd | You are in a largish, elongated cave. The uncertain light seems a bit Floyd | dimmer, and stalactites form heavy stone fringes across the roof. A Floyd | low crawl leads forward, a wide passage runs down, and a low path Floyd | leads left. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "hee hee" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | You are in a tiny, oblong cavern. A thin layer of mud lies underfoot. Floyd | Needles of white calcite spray from the rocks nearby, and a small Floyd | still pool lies to one side. A chimney ascends, a rough path runs Floyd | right, and a tunnel descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Johnny arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Roundish Pit Floyd | This is a roundish pit. Needles of pale grey calcite spray from the Floyd | rocks here and there, and gravel and chipped rock cover the ground. A Floyd | twisting crawl heads right, a passage runs down, and a narrow tunnel Floyd | leads ahead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You grimly push your aching feet onward. Floyd | Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | You are in a tiny cavern. Fine dry sand is drifted delicately across Floyd | the floor. A twisty pit heads down, a steep tunnel goes left, and a Floyd | twisting path leads right. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Largish Cave Floyd | You are in a largish, elongated cave. The uncertain light seems a bit Floyd | dimmer, and stalactites form heavy stone fringes across the roof. A Floyd | low crawl leads forward, a wide passage runs down, and a low path Floyd | leads left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | You are in a tiny, oblong cavern. A thin layer of mud lies underfoot. Floyd | Needles of white calcite spray from the rocks nearby, and a small Floyd | still pool lies to one side. A chimney ascends, a rough path runs Floyd | right, and a tunnel descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Roundish Pit Floyd | This is a roundish pit. Needles of pale grey calcite spray from the Floyd | rocks here and there, and gravel and chipped rock cover the ground. A Floyd | twisting crawl heads right, a passage runs down, and a narrow tunnel Floyd | leads ahead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | You are in a tiny cavern. Fine dry sand is drifted delicately across Floyd | the floor. A twisty pit heads down, a steep tunnel goes left, and a Floyd | twisting path leads right. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "hm. down = circle" | |||||
| jenrexrode says, "no, 2 tiny caverns" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | This is a tiny roundish cavern which is mazed with fine cracks. The Floyd | uncertain light seems a bit brighter, and lacy, twisted pillars rise Floyd | from floor to roof. A tunnel heads right, a low crack heads up, and a Floyd | crack runs down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Largish Cave Floyd | You are in a largish roundish cave. A thin layer of mud lies Floyd | underfoot. Ropy pillars rise from floor to roof, and a small still Floyd | pool lies to one side. A crack runs left, a narrow crawl ascends, and Floyd | a twisty passage descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "acsend" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Smallish Cave Floyd | This is a smallish round cave, with a low roof. You can hear water Floyd | rushing in the distance. A low path leads left, a rough crawl leads Floyd | right, and a crawl heads up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | You are in a tiny cavern. Fine dry sand is drifted delicately across Floyd | the floor. A twisty pit heads down, a steep tunnel goes left, and a Floyd | twisting path leads right. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | This is a tiny roundish cavern which is mazed with fine cracks. The Floyd | uncertain light seems a bit brighter, and lacy, twisted pillars rise Floyd | from floor to roof. A tunnel heads right, a low crack heads up, and a Floyd | crack runs down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Cramped Cavern Floyd | You are in a cramped cavern, with a high roof. Stalactites hang low Floyd | overhead, and you can hear water rushing in the distance. The ground Floyd | is worn into polished flowing curves. A pit leads down, a low chimney Floyd | ascends, and a passage leads ahead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You grimly push your aching feet onward. Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | You are in a small round cave. Ragged fringes of violet mineral hang Floyd | from the ceiling, and stalagmites cluster thickly around you. A crack Floyd | heads left, a twisting crawl leads ahead, and a tunnel heads right. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Largish Cave Floyd | You are in a largish roundish cave. A thin layer of mud lies Floyd | underfoot. Ropy pillars rise from floor to roof, and a small still Floyd | pool lies to one side. A crack runs left, a narrow crawl ascends, and Floyd | a twisty passage descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Largish Dome Floyd | This is a largish dome. Needles of yellow calcite spray from the rocks Floyd | nearby. A steep crawl leads down, a twisting tunnel leads forward, and Floyd | a low tunnel goes left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Roundish Room Floyd | This is a roundish room. Stalagmites cluster thickly around you. You Floyd | can hear water rushing in the distance. A narrow passage heads left, a Floyd | twisty tunnel runs right, and a twisting path climbs up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Pit Floyd | This is a pit. The floor is crusted with damp sand. A steep tunnel Floyd | leads up, a twisty passage leads right, and a steep crawl heads down. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "hm" | |||||
| jenrexrode says, "I was told mapping was useless." | ||||||
| Binder asks, "useless? or unnecessary?" | ||||||
| Binder says, "it seems like we're seeing the same few rooms over and over" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says, "oh I dunnp" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Tiny Cavern Floyd | This is a tiny roundish cavern. Gravel and chipped rock cover the Floyd | ground. Stalactites hang low overhead, and the uncertain light seems a Floyd | bit brighter. A narrow chimney descends, a crack leads ahead, and a Floyd | narrow passage runs left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||||||
Floyd | The air smells of old mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||||
Floyd | Stone-silence. Water drips somewhere. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a distant whiff of something. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says (to Binder), "Look at the descriptions for two rooms with the same name." | |||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||||||
Floyd | The faintest trace of the animal hangs in the air. It seems stronger Floyd | near the crack ahead. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "hm this chimney descends instead of ascend like before." | |||||
| Binder exclaims, "crack!" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Smallish Cavern Floyd | You are in a smallish roundish cavern. Stalactites form heavy stone Floyd | fringes across the ceiling. A wide path leads down, a low crack goes Floyd | right, and a rough crawl leads up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "sniff" | ||||||
Floyd | The air smells of old mud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "sniff" | ||||||
Floyd | The air smells of old mud. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a distant whiff of something. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "sniff" | ||||||
Floyd | The faintest trace of the animal hangs in the air. It seems stronger Floyd | near the low crack to the right. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder says (to Johnny), "I suspect trickery. I think it's the same room re-cast" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | You grimly push your aching feet onward. Floyd | Floyd | Large Dome Floyd | You are in a large, elongated dome. Stalagmites cluster thickly around Floyd | you. You can hear water rushing in the distance. A passage heads left, Floyd | a twisting tunnel descends, and a wide passage leads ahead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "sniff" | ||||||
Floyd | The smell of the animal is stronger here. It's coming from the passage Floyd | to the left. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a whiff of something rank from the passage to the left. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Actually, you've got it now." | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Cramped Room Floyd | This is a cramped round room, with a high roof. Ropy pillars rise from Floyd | floor to roof, and a small still pool lies to one side. Gravel and Floyd | chipped rock cover the ground. A rough tunnel goes right, a narrow pit Floyd | ascends, and a pit leads down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "sniff" | ||||||
Floyd | The smell of the animal is stronger here. It's coming from the pit Floyd | leading down. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a whiff of something rank from the pit leading down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | This is a small, elongated cave, with a high roof. Stalactites form Floyd | heavy stone fringes across the roof, and a small still pool lies to Floyd | one side. Gravel and chipped rock cover the ground. A steep crawl Floyd | leads ahead, a passage ascends, and a tunnel leads down. Floyd | Floyd | The scent of the animal hangs all around you. It's welling from the Floyd | steep crawl ahead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | The steep crawl opens abruptly into vast space. Floyd | Floyd | Top of Slope Floyd | You emerge onto a steep slope, high above a canyon that stretches out Floyd | of sight to either side. Twisted and stalactite-hung stone forms a Floyd | vault overhead, which glimmers with reflections of some unseen source Floyd | of light; but the canyon below is shadowed. Water rushes somewhere at Floyd | its root. You could climb farther down, and a narrow crevice leads Floyd | back into the rock. Floyd | Floyd | Movement, on a level area on the far side of the canyon, partway down. Floyd | Something gliding silently back and forth, back and forth. Your prey. Floyd | Waiting. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "yay" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "save" | Binder exclaims, "let us prey!" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen05" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You turn, test your balance, and begin edging down the slope. And your Floyd | foot slips. Floyd | Floyd | You fling your arms out, heedless of your possessions. You grasp at Floyd | nothing. Floyd | Floyd | Much too tired for this, you think, as you skid wildly down the Floyd | canyon. A danger to yourself and everyone around you. And below, you Floyd | add with distant amusement, before the bottom arrives with a horrible Floyd | jolt. Floyd | | Binder says, "oops" | |||||
| Johnny says, "space" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "space" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Base of Canyon Floyd | You must be getting better at this. You're only freshly bruised. Lying Floyd | still, even on cold stone, is painfully easy... but after a few Floyd | minutes, you find yourself struggling to stand. Floyd | Floyd | You are in an alcove, a side chamber at the base of a vaulting canyon. Floyd | The walls spread upward around you. And the distant roof is hung with Floyd | glimmering stars -- droplet-tipped stalactites in some hidden Floyd | suffusion of light. You think, against your will, that it was worth Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | And then the light is blocked, and a dark and stinking shape looms Floyd | over you. You are an intruder; and the beast has claws. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen05" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Johnny disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | ||||||
| Johnny arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Top of Slope Floyd | You have emerged onto a steep slope, high above a canyon that Floyd | stretches out of sight to either side. Twisted and stalactite-hung Floyd | stone forms a vault overhead, which glimmers with reflections of some Floyd | unseen source of light; but the canyon below is shadowed. Water rushes Floyd | somewhere at its root. You could climb farther down, and a narrow Floyd | crevice leads back into the rock. Floyd | Floyd | Movement, on a level area on the far side of the canyon, partway down. Floyd | Something gliding silently back and forth, back and forth. Your prey. Floyd | Waiting. Floyd | Floyd | Your foot slips. For a moment your fatigue flares into panic, as you Floyd | clutch to steady yourself, but you know you are tired, tired. This Floyd | must end soon. Too much blood. Too much stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| Binder says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying some cloth strips (tied around your wounded hands), Floyd | your crossbow, a thighband with four bolts (strapped to your leg), and Floyd | a cracked and darkened lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "back" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Small Cave Floyd | This is a small, elongated cave, with a high roof. Stalactites form Floyd | heavy stone fringes across the roof, and a small still pool lies to Floyd | one side. Gravel and chipped rock cover the ground. A steep crawl Floyd | leads ahead, a passage ascends, and a tunnel leads down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Top of Slope Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x slope" | ||||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the slope above or the slope below? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x slope above" | ||||||
Floyd | The canyon wall slopes upward to meet the roof. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x slope below" | ||||||
Floyd | The canyon wall slants away below. Old, old stone has been water-worn, Floyd | layer by layer, into a deep, V-shaped canyon. It doesn't look an Floyd | impossible climb, even tired as you are, if you take care. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x stone" | ||||||
Floyd | Limestone, streaked and banded, rippled and bulged and twisted like Floyd | the flesh of some living thing. You've seen many caves before, but the Floyd | beauty never wearies. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "um" | |||||
| jenrexrode says, "climb down and not fall" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "climb down" | ||||||
Floyd | You turn, test your balance, and begin edging down the slope. And your Floyd | foot slips. Again. Floyd | Floyd | You fling your arms out, heedless of your possessions. You grasp at Floyd | nothing. Floyd | Floyd | Much too tired for this, you think, as you skid wildly down the Floyd | canyon. A danger to yourself and everyone around you. And below, you Floyd | add with distant amusement, before the bottom arrives with a horrible Floyd | jolt. Floyd | | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Base of Canyon Floyd | You must be getting better at this. You're only freshly bruised. Lying Floyd | still, even on cold stone, is painfully easy... but after a few Floyd | minutes, you find yourself struggling to stand. Floyd | Floyd | You are in an alcove, a side chamber at the base of a vaulting canyon. Floyd | The walls spread upward around you. And the distant roof is hung with Floyd | glimmering stars -- droplet-tipped stalactites in some hidden Floyd | suffusion of light. You think, against your will, that it was worth Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | And then the light is blocked, and a dark and stinking shape looms Floyd | over you. You are an intruder; and the beast has claws. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move, Floyd | or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||||
Floyd | Top of Slope Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Firion exclaims, "You blew it!" | |||||
| jenrexrode says, "yup" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says, "this game is all about dying." | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "sit" | ||||||
Floyd | What do you want to sit on top of? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "on slope" | ||||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You only manage to ascend a few feet before the stone becomes too Floyd | smooth and featureless. The roof of the cavern is out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "left" | ||||||
Floyd | The slope is steeper on both sides of you. You cannot safely traverse Floyd | the canyonside in either direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "right" | ||||||
Floyd | The slope is steeper on both sides of you. You cannot safely traverse Floyd | the canyonside in either direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You can see no way through in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Top of Slope Floyd | You have emerged onto a steep slope, high above a canyon that Floyd | stretches out of sight to either side. Twisted and stalactite-hung Floyd | stone forms a vault overhead, which glimmers with reflections of some Floyd | unseen source of light; but the canyon below is shadowed. Water rushes Floyd | somewhere at its root. You could climb farther down, and a narrow Floyd | crevice leads back into the rock. Floyd | Floyd | Movement, on a level area on the far side of the canyon, partway down. Floyd | Something gliding silently back and forth, back and forth. Your prey. Floyd | Waiting. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x prey" | ||||||
Floyd | The creature does not look small, even from up here, even Floyd | half-unformed by canyon shadows. It prowls across a wide ledge across Floyd | the canyon and below your level. You do not think it knows you are Floyd | here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "get bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | You slide a bolt from your thighband. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "load bolt" | ||||||
Floyd | (the bolt) Floyd | (the bolt into the crossbow) Floyd | You put the bolt into the crossbow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "cock crossbow" | ||||||
Floyd | You pull down the lever, winching the string back until it locks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "shoot prey" | ||||||
Floyd | Tunk. And you flinch at the hissing shriek that echoes up the cave Floyd | walls. Floyd | Floyd | The dark shape flees -- not climbing, but running down the canyon Floyd | slope, vanishing in the depths. Your thudding pulse slows. Floyd | Floyd | Moments later, barely sensed, the scent of blood. You have wounded the Floyd | Wumpus. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "yay" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "jen06" | ||||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||||
Floyd | You turn, test your balance, and begin edging down the slope. And your Floyd | foot slips. Again. Floyd | Floyd | You fling your arms out, heedless of your possessions. You grasp at Floyd | nothing. Floyd | Floyd | Much too tired for this, you think, as you skid wildly down the Floyd | canyon. A danger to yourself and everyone around you. And below, you Floyd | add with distant amusement, before the bottom arrives with a horrible Floyd | jolt. Floyd | | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "space" | ||||||
Floyd | Floyd | Base of Canyon Floyd | You must be getting better at this. You're only freshly bruised. Lying Floyd | still, even on cold stone, is painfully easy... but after a few Floyd | minutes, you find yourself struggling to stand. Floyd | Floyd | You are in an alcove, a side chamber at the base of a vaulting canyon. Floyd | The walls spread upward around you. And the distant roof is hung with Floyd | glimmering stars -- droplet-tipped stalactites in some hidden Floyd | suffusion of light. You think, against your will, that it was worth Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | A crevice runs along the canyon at your feet. You can cross it and Floyd | continue on ahead. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus certainly fled this way: a pool of thick, dark, reeking Floyd | blood is spilled across the ground. Bats crawl all around it -- Floyd | rustling, fluttering, feasting. Floyd | Floyd | A bat chitters angrily at its neighbor. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "this is where I woke up" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | You heave yourself wearily over the crevice, and approach the twisted Floyd | formations that make up the far canyon wall... Floyd | Floyd | And you round a pillar, and stop there. Here? Now? Floyd | Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | Massive buttresses of stone rise all around you, climbing the canyon Floyd | wall, flowing down again in cascades of pale fluorite. A path seems to Floyd | climb up among them; but you don't think you can get to it right now. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus is crouched before you. Blood trickles from the wound your Floyd | bolt tore, down its hide, puddling on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | It holds your crossbow in its claws; gently cradled; loaded and Floyd | cocked; steady on your throat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "back" | ||||||
Floyd | You back up, trying not to take your eyes from its eyes. It works, or Floyd | the Wumpus decides to allow it. Floyd | Floyd | Base of Canyon Floyd | You are in an alcove, a side chamber at the base of a vaulting canyon. Floyd | The walls spread upward around you. And the distant roof is hung with Floyd | glimmering stars -- droplet-tipped stalactites in some hidden Floyd | suffusion of light. A crevice runs along the canyon at your feet. You Floyd | can cross it and continue on ahead. Floyd | Floyd | A pool of thick, dark, reeking blood is spilled across the ground. Floyd | Bats crawl all around it -- rustling, fluttering, feasting. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x bats" | ||||||
Floyd | Bats squat all around the spill of clotting blood. They do not seem to Floyd | be paying you much heed; they are intent on their feast. Floyd | Floyd | A bat chitters angrily at its neighbor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x blood" | ||||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, your bloody wound or the pool of blood? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "x blood pool" | ||||||
Floyd | The pool is clotted and dark, nearly black in this dim light. It is Floyd | bitter and foul; it already smells of decay. And bats squat all around Floyd | it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||||
Floyd | You are carrying some cloth strips (tied around your wounded hands), a Floyd | thighband with three bolts (strapped to your leg), and a cracked and Floyd | darkened lamplens (on your wrist). Floyd | Floyd | ...And no crossbow. Right. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "take cloth" | ||||||
Floyd | You already have those. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "remove cloth" | ||||||
Floyd | You carefully unwrap the cloth from your hands. The worst of the Floyd | bleeding has stopped, although there is still a fierce ache and a slow Floyd | trickle of blood. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "show cloth to bats" | ||||||
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "dip cloth in blood" | ||||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode says, "hm, I forgot what they did next, but the bats need to help me" | |||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "wave" | ||||||
Floyd | You put your hands up in the air and wave them like -- you feel Floyd | foolish. Floyd | Floyd | A bat suddenly pokes its stained nose up above the pool, casting Floyd | about. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "wave" | ||||||
Floyd | You put your hands up in the air and wave them like -- you feel Floyd | foolish. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "wave" | ||||||
Floyd | You put your hands up in the air and wave them like -- you feel Floyd | foolish. Floyd | Floyd | Two of the bats rattle up and begin circling above you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "wave" | ||||||
Floyd | You put your hands up in the air and wave them like -- you feel Floyd | foolish. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "wave" | ||||||
Floyd | You put your hands up in the air and wave them like -- you feel Floyd | foolish. Floyd | Floyd | Several of the bats are fluttering in the air around you, ignoring the Floyd | drying pool of blood nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "ahead" | ||||||
Floyd | A cluster of bats flickers after you, chittering. You hunch your Floyd | shoulders and try to ignore them. Floyd | Floyd | You heave yourself wearily over the crevice, and approach the twisted Floyd | formations that make up the far canyon wall. Floyd | Floyd | Canyon Wall Floyd | Massive buttresses of stone rise all around you, climbing the canyon Floyd | wall, flowing down again in cascades of pale fluorite. A path seems to Floyd | climb up among them; but you don't think you can get to it right now. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus is crouched before you. Blood trickles from the wound your Floyd | bolt tore, down its hide, puddling on the floor. It holds your Floyd | crossbow in its claws; gently cradled; loaded and cocked; steady on Floyd | your throat. Floyd | Floyd | The bats dive forward, then rise, emitting glass-shrill cries. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | More bats are arriving, streaming across the canyon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The swarm grows thicker, swirling above the Wumpus, which tosses its Floyd | head around angrily before returning its gaze to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus grunts, and swats at an overbold bat. The tiny shape Floyd | shrieks and falls broken to the ground; but the Wumpus hisses as well, Floyd | and shakes blood from its forelimb. Floyd | Floyd | And the swarm descends. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You take a hesitant step sideways. And another, sliding past the Floyd | beast, trying to be a thin part of the canyon wall... Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus, lashing out at bats, doesn't seem to notice. Floyd | Floyd | Rising Path Floyd | You are partway up the canyon wall, on a narrow path that climbs from Floyd | ledge to ledge. The cavern is vast around you, water-hewn strata Floyd | stretching upward to the stone forest of the roof; and somewhere above Floyd | you, a crack of daylight sets it all glimmering... Floyd | Floyd | Down on the canyon floor, the Wumpus thrashes within a rustling black Floyd | cloud. Dark growls rise to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The Wumpus screams. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||||
| jenrexrode says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||||
Floyd | You pick your way... slowly... up the canyon wall. Everything is Floyd | heavy; you're glad you have nothing more to carry. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere below, a hissing scream is cut off, abruptly. You round a Floyd | pale fold of limestone, and you are blinded by daylight. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** It's over *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd | > | jenrexrode asks, "the end?" | |||||
| Johnny says, "Well, you didn't die, so yeah." | ||||||
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